The Heart of Old Menjakaka
87. Choose me or Safira?
"Sir Steven, Miss Citra is inside!" said Ajis excitedly at the sight of Steven who had just come to the apartment.
"Partner on the inside?" Steven's eyes instantly sparkled. He immediately gave a smile and quickly ran inside and shouted, "Partner!"
Steven immediately ran to the room because he was happy to meet Citra. But just about to handle the door was lowered, suddenly there was the sound of objects falling and coming from the kitchen.
Prangs!
Steven quickly ran to the kitchen. There was an image there, he was wearing a pink knee-length labyrinth with no arms crouched down to pick up shard fragments from a broken plate.
"Don't! Your hands will bleed!" prevent Steven from running towards Citra. He immediately pulled the girl's arm until her body stood up and suddenly hugged her.
Warm, it feels so warm. There was a longing in his heart. Slowly Steven also smelled the head hair Citra fragrant rose, his hair also looks wet like shampooing.
"Partner, where have you been? I'm looking for you to the ends of the world" he said with a tightening embrace.
"I'm not going anywhere, Om," he replied, shaking his head.
"Where is it going? You get out of here and Gugun brings all your stuff. He said you love me? How did you go, anyway?" Steven slowly let go of his embrace, then cupped the girl's cheek as he raised his face. Their eyes met and Steven immediately gave a smile.
"I ...."
Cup~
Image speech hangs when Steven quickly gripped his lips rough. He pressed down on the head of Citra and deepened his kiss.
Steven's tongue was so agile it went into the mouth of Love, then wrapped it around the girl's tongue.
The kiss was hot and cringas once, Citra almost out of breath if not quickly he thrust the chest field Steven. Slowly he inhaled oxygen and set his breath up and down.
Steven immediately ran after Citra, then took her body and brought her into the room. He laid down his wife's slender body then slowly his agile fingers stripped all the clothes on his own body.
Steven is perfect. The apparent appearance of his manhood is so long and veined.
"What do you want?" The image pulled the blanket over his chest, his hand blocking Steven who was about to rise above his body.
"I want to fuck. I miss you, Cit. I want it." Steven brushed off the hand of Citra that had been supporting his chest, then quickly he squeezed the body of Citra.
However, the girl seemed to refuse and was reluctant to accept the invitation from him. As forcefully as he pushed Steven's chest until the man's buttocks jolted sitting on the bed. Immediately Citra also sat down.
"Why, Cit? It doesn't hurt like the first time we did it. You take it easy, even delicious and make noise," persuaded Steven as he approached. Maybe according to him, Citra refused because she was afraid that later she would feel pain.
Steven's two mischievous hands immediately touched his chest. His intention was to crush the two mountains, but Citra's hand brushed it off.
She didn't like every touch Steven gave her. Strange once—his thoughts. Now, Citra's cute face looked sullen, then looked into Steven's eyes fiercely.
"Why are you, anyway?" Steven looked astonished at the look on his face. The image was like being angry at him.
"Kok Om pretended to forget after everything that had happened? Doesn't Om feel wrong at all?"
"I'm sorry, Cit." Steven immediately grasped both hands Citra, then pulled and kissed the backs of his hands alternately. His heart was pounding and that fear enveloped his soul. She was afraid that Citra would leave her apartment again. "I'm sorry that what I've been doing all this time makes you sad. But I don't want you to leave me, Cit," Steven asked softly. His eyes look glazed.
"So now Om choose me or Safira?"
...Who do you choose?...