The Heart of Old Menjakaka
31. It's delicious
A little more elevator doors that already have the image in it closed if not quickly Steven blocked with his hands.
Steven went straight in and pulled Citra's arm, then hugged her so tightly that the girl could no longer let go.
"I'm sorry, don't be angry. I ... I want to wipe your body, Cit. Don't go, you can't go anywhere. You should always be with me."
For the third time Citra thrashed, but this time he could not dwell because his body was Steven key. Before long there was a sobbing sound, Citra sobbed and immediately Steven elus her back.
"Please forgive me, Cit. Ii'm sorry. Don't cry."
After feeling Steven's embrace which had already stretched a bit, and immediately Citra released the man's stocky arm which was coiled on his body.
Quickly Citra ran into the apartment again and headed for the room. The door of the room he slammed as he entered.
Steven who had just walked inside was aghast to hear it.
"Lho, where's the lock, Cit?" Handle room door Image he up and down, but did not manage to open. Now Steven clenched one of his hands and shook it towards the door.
Tok .. tok.
"Partner! Open door!"
Steven again knocked on the door shouting, "Picture! I'm sorry! Ayok open! He said he wanted to help wipe the body. I want to."
Steven was silent, there was no answer and it sounded so silent. It seemed like the girl was really angry with him, not wanting to reply from within.
Until nightfall. Repeatedly Steven knocked on the door, then pulled down the door handle and shouted to Citra. But there is no truth at all.
Steven's hands ached so much with his feet that like tingling. He decided to sit on the sofa, then lean his back.
"Yes, Cit. Have you memorized the prayer reading yet? Let's pray together! It's already entered magrib!" steven shouted while staring at the door. There was no sign of the door being opened. The man slowly sighed heavily, then got up from his seat then headed to his own room to perform the magrib prayer.
Until I prayed and saw the wall clock that showed at 11 pm, the door was still closed and there was only silence heard. If Steven had a spare key, he might have opened it. But he himself has none.
'Is Citra really angry? Ah how is this? He didn't come out of the room.' Steven rubbed his face many times, then he stood up and bit his thumb nails while walking back and forth. He seemed so agitated and anxious, afraid that the image of why-why inside. 'What is he about in there? What's cry?'
Steven came back to the door, knocked, lowered the door handle and shouted. Still no answer.
Steven took a few steps back, then started to take a swing and immediately ran to break down the door.
However, when Steven tried to push the door, it was precisely the door was open and Citra was the one who opened it.
"Ohhhh!" scream Image shocked.
Accidentally the girl's body was pushed by Steven and made him fall, as well as his body. They hit each other and fortunately quickly the man's hand was directly on his back head. Because then the head of Citra did not hit the floor.
But the moment that hit each other ended in lips that hit each other. The man rolled his eyes. Steven wanted to pull his face so as not to stick to each other, unfortunately quickly both hands Citra was already on top of his head and seemed to hold it.
Smelling the smell of roses from the girl's face, it was so fragrant that it could smell Steven's sense of smell.
'What is the image of a bath?' inner Steven.
The clenched image's lips slowly opened, then he gently smeared Steven's lips. As Steven's body stiffened, streams of sweat on his forehead flowed.
'Can the image kiss? Any idea where he's from?'
He swallowed the saliva as he sensed what Citra had done. The kiss felt different, unlike her dream. Very stiff and just like a careless.
Blowing breath The image that was so fragrant hit his face, lustrous inside the chest immediately churned and something behind the pants thrashed.
Whether the demon from the one that enveloped his brain contents, Steven immediately retaliated against the moss. Sucking and frowning lips Sweet-tasting image.
About the kiss does not need to be asked, although he was too long in the singles, in fact Steven still remembers the movement.
With so agile now that her tongue has entered the oral cavity, the girl down there is silent and so resigned. Eyes closed.
'Sweet as Citra's lips, what did she eat? What sugar?' inner Steven.
That passionate passion made Steven raise his image head as well as his interested body. The pagutan had not been released at all and then he slowly lifted the girl's body, then laid it on the mattress.
Lummatan on the lips has now come down, Steven stuck out his tongue and swept and softly smeared the neck of Citra.
"Sss ...." The sizzling image when the tingling taste mixed well spread throughout the body, the reflexes of both hands brushed the pillow.
"Np ... Ahhhh ...." The rest escaped immediately when Steven had managed to give one trace of a purplish-red possession on the surface of the skin of the Citra neck.
Steven's head went up again, then the lip pagutan went back on. The sound of Citra's heart beating so fast that she could hear it.
Slowly his hand touched two of Citra's breasts, then crept on the buttons. Slowly Steven released one by one the buttons of the nightgown and now looks two bumps, somewhat poking though covered in bra.
Steven swallowed his saliva with a chelate as he looked at it, without a second thought he immediately crushed it slowly.
'It turns out the same size, ' Steven's inner.
"Sss ...." Back hissing sound in Citra's lips escaped, and it made Steven's passion rise. He himself was confused by what Steven was doing, but he was silent and very resigned. Enjoy that touch.
The longer the kneading, the longer the bra hooks itself apart until the two chewy objects immediately loomed before him. There was no longer a barrier for Steven to see clearly in person.
Steven's eyes immediately sparkled, he again brushed the breast. Feels so soft and exciting. Immediately he approached to devour one of its peaks.
The image rounded his eyes wide, his hands were now on Steven's hair, and he was squeezing them.
"Guy, Om." The image grimaced amusedly as it swallowed the saliva, its blood flow flowing so fast and its body instantly brushed incoherently. "Why is Om like a baby? There is no water."
'It's delicious, ' Steven's inner.
His mouth and tongue Steven so agile, it makes him unable to resist the sigh that escaped Citra. The other breast has been gently twisted by Steven, now Citra's body has really stiffened.
...Uh, balbas is not about 🤣...