The Heart of Old Menjakaka
25. Can I try it? (Visual Steven+Citra)
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Steven's words hang when he feels his is breaking through a narrow land to make it covered in blood. And soon there was a loud scream coming from the tiny lips of Citra.
"Aawws! Sick, Om!"
He put it in himself, but he was in pain himself. Steven's got a perfect grasp in there when he forced it in.
"What I said, it hurts, right?" Steven immediately got up, this time his body was already able to move.
Just now he was about to lift the body of Citra who was in his lap, but immediately stopped because he felt hers in there like being sucked and drowned in moisture.
Slowly Steven moved his hips, and immediately his eyes were rounded when the sense of pleasure spread throughout the body.
'Why is this so delicious? Duh, how's this?' steven's inner self then moved back his hips and hugged the waist of the girl who was now biting her lower lip.
The intention to release the union was immediately suppressed, because the naffsu air in Steven's body had spread and wanted to ask for more.
"What's so sick, Cit?" ask Steven. His face now looks blustery and the fog of passion is stirring. His property as sorted and wedged in the waste of pleasure.
"Yes, Om. Be ill. But for a long time .. there is delicious," Citra said with a smile. His face was just as fond as Steven's. She then cupped her husband's cheeks and gently scooped her lips.
"Say you've never been out? How can I kiss?" Steven quickly let go of his lips, he was astonished at the kissing-smart image. Not stiff at all. When she fell in the elevator, she said it was her first kiss.
"I'll learn, Om. Look on the internet. Ayok dong, go ahead. It tastes good, Om," pinta Citra with a spoiled voice while shaking her butt.
Instantly Steven's jellyfish twitched in heat. Quickly he laid his wife's small body on the bed, her head was refuted by a pillow.
"Okay, we're starting now." Slowly Steven pulled hers, then quickly he stomped inside and instantly made Citra groan.
"Aackhh!"
Steven did it over and over again and now the sound of sighing on the lips both escaped filling Steven's room.
"Ah .. This is so good, Om. Belonged Om big ...," Sighed Citra while cupping both cheeks Steven. The man who was now facing in front of him was already crimped. He continued to go at a steady speed. Occasionally he crushed two chewy objects that continued to move following his rhythm.
Unexpectedly, it turns out Citra's breasts are quite large in her grasp. So soft and feels chewy. Steven had seen it accidentally, but it was only fleeting and not too clear.
'This looks good. Can I try it?' inner Steven. The peak of the chest that is brownish pink is immediately he greedily greedy, suckling like a thirsty baby.
"Ah, ticklish, Om." The image with Steven's hair-sparing reflexes.
Steven's body movements are getting more uncontrollable, very tight and shaking the bed.
Erengan whether it is sick or delicious that escapes the image makes it more excited. More eager to get him into the air.
"Bhh ... Ahhhh!" The moment the bullet was about to explode, Steven pressed even deeper into his own. It felt more and more squashed and so biting.
"Abuehhh ...." The long sigh finally escaped and soon there was a knock on the door from outside.
Gts ... Gts ... Geck.
Steven and Citra immediately looked at each other while adjusting her breath that sounded decapitated. Both bodies were wet from sweat.
Steven looked so astonished why someone was knocking on the door. Because as he remembered, in his apartment there were only the two of them.
"Who's knocking on the door, Om?" ask Citra while wiping the sweat on her forehead.
"I don't know, let me check first." Just now Steven was about to lift his body that supported Citra from above, but the sound of knocking was again heard and this time louder to make him aghast.
Gts ... Gts ... Geck.
"Am I just a dream? Why is it so real?" Steven's eyes went around in his room, looking for the whereabouts of the image that was nowhere. And for the third time the door of his room was knocked.
Tok .. tok.
"Om handsome! Why is Tumben Om not awake? Is Om sick?"
"That's Citra?" Steven was silent for a moment when he heard that voice, then somehow his chest felt so plump when he knew what he was going through was just a dream. But there's a pleasure because he managed to achieve release. "Thank God it was just a dream. But why with the image?" he muttered for a moment, then Steven immediately gasped when he heard the voice of Citra again.
"Om handsome! Why aren't you awake yet?" tanya Citra half-screamed, and before long the door was knocked back.
Tok .. tok.
Steven quickly got out of bed, then headed for the door.
Ceklek~
The door had just opened, and suddenly Steven was greeted with a warm embrace by Citra to the point of surprise.
"Om why did you just wake up? Is Om sick?" ask Citra when her embrace was successfully released Steven. Seen Citra wearing clothes toad labasan made of jeans on the knee. Steven watched the image from toe to head, not to be missed at all to the red ribbon hair tie that the girl wore.
'Why does Citra look so cute wearing that shirt? In accordance with his age which is still a dozen years. Just why do we have to be pigtailed? Though it is better that his hair is unraveled.'
Just this time Steven saw Citra wearing such clothes, and it seemed like she liked her appearance. It's just not with her hair ponytailed.
And, after careful attention— the two eyes of the girl look so moist, her eye bags are also a bit black.
'Why his eyes? What is lack of sleep?' inner Steven.
"Don't, Om wetting, huh?" accuse Citra of pointing at Steven's wet-looking core.
Quickly the man lowered his head, and suddenly his eyes were wide with shock at seeing his pants drenched, and after being touched— felt so sticky. It was like the rest of the release at the time of his dream.
Steven who looked embarrassed with a dead red face rushed into the room, leaving Citra who was still standing while looking at the handsome man running into the bathroom.
"I want to go to college, Om. I'm going to be eight o'clock! I'm afraid it's too late!" image shouted, incidentally the door of the room was wide open and Steven could hear it because the bathroom door had not been closed.
"Just a second! I just change my pants and wash my face!" pekik Steven's. His voice sounded distant but was quite clearly heard by Citra.
The image then chuckles amusedly at the incident earlier, feeling silly looking at Steven's behavior. "Kok can someone as handsome as Om pee in his pants? Just like a child."
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...Visual bonus. As usual the previous author's works ... Author who bucin the same Oppa Korea as Citra, in the end determined that Om Ganteng aka Om Steven uses Korean visuals....
...Here it is, you can see for yourself 😚...
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And this is the visual image