(Not) Old Friday

You're Really The One

Wet area, provide umbrella.. 🙄

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That night, Reka laid herself on the bed. He saw the bathroom door that was still closed 20 minutes ago.

"What's wrong in the bathroom? Really long?" The designer finally got out of her sleep and stood in front of the bathroom door intending to knock on the door, afraid that Nayla might faint inside or why. "Sa.." call and tap her hand hanging as Nayla opens the bathroom door.

The design stared at Nayla. Was that before him an angel? So beautiful and so seductive. The makeup and sexy body is now only wrapped in thin lingerie lacy red. The mouth of Reka just to gape at him, to swallow saliva it feels very difficult because the roar of breath is increasingly hunting.

"You are beautiful" said Reka near Nayla's ear and sniffed the ear.

Nayla just smiled shyly while lowering her gaze.

The designer grabbed Nayla's chin to look up at her. "So this is the special gift."

Nayla just nodded small. His lips felt stiff to move when he had previously stringed a beautiful sentence for Design.

The designer grabbed that slender waist and hugged it. He kissed those rancid lips gently. Sucking it small then tracing the taste senses to exchange saliva. One hand of the designer traced Nayla's back which was just tied to the rope. Hot air has been created, although it is still standing in front of the bathroom door.

The designer took off his pagutan, then placed his forehead on Nayla's forehead. Those equally-red faces looked at each other.

"Tonight you will be all mine." said Reka so gently, with a breath that blew on Nayla's face.

Nayla did not dare to look into the eyes of Reka, she still lowered her gaze while biting her lower lip.

"Who would like to give you a special gift to tense gini?" goda Design. He could capture the look of tension on Nayla's face. Then Reka lifted pan tat Nayla until she was in her arms.

"Fear." answered Nayla quietly.

The designer laughed a little and dropped Nayla's body on the bed. He's holding Nayla's body under his control.

"This is also my first time. Actually I'm scared, too, afraid of hurting you too." Then she gently rubbed Nayla's cheeks with her fingers.

"True, this is the first for Mas Reka?" ask Nayla, because just to her knowledge there are many big bosses who like to snack women out there.

"Yes, even though I'm very curious as to what it's like, I don't want to do it without a legitimate relationship." The design kissed Nayla's lips briefly. "You are really the one and first for me."

Nayla just smiled as she put her hands around Reka's neck. "We both learned. If I go too far, you just say the same to me. I'll treat you gently and comfortably."

Nayla could say nothing more, she could only nod her head.

"I love you" said Reka who lately is indeed more and more often said the word love.

"I love you too." replied Nayla.

The two lips meet and unite again. The design deepened and took a sip until a sound filled the spacious room. Reply to each other and enjoy each other. Both hands of Reka already gave stimulation on Nayla's chest. The twisted pu ting that was already seen protruding behind the red lace cloth.

The pagutan lips were released when Nayla looked up to feel the sensation of the fingers of Reka to make Reka freely sweep the neck as white as milk.

A delicious voice had escaped from Nayla's lips, she looked up and puffed her chest feeling a delicious attack from Reka.

The design is getting down, she now takes off the lingerie theme until she sees two circles that she really likes and always pulls her lips to get closer. He played the crest of the crazed fruit with his tongue and occasionally smoked it. While one hand is so intense me re mas the other crazy fruit.

Nayla can only fumble while shuffling Reka's hair. His body was filled with a sense of heat, strange gallons had also filled his stomach.

One hand now descends and uncovers a thin g-string and slowly infiltrates Nayla's wet core. He rubbed slowly and gently which made Nayla's body tremble even more.

"Mass..." Nayla's breathing gets heavier especially when the other Risa fingers play around the prominent kli to ris. Nayla's hip motion is getting irregular.

The designer held his head up. He wanted to see Nayla's expression that was burning passion. She looks more beautiful with her sexy aura. My eyes and lips that do not stop men de sah with occasional mention of his name that increasingly makes Reka immediately want to enter it. Feel the pleasure of the world that he can only see behind the scenes.

"Mas, his fingers are amused, I can't stand it." raved Nayla. He further opened his second pa ha wide and moved back and forth spontaneously.

Reka quickly took off the thin cloth that was still attached, she brought her face close and devoured greedily in place of her fingers work.

"Mas Design.." Nayla is getting less and less in control of herself. The hips move along with the suction of the designer. He clutched the bed sheet as he sensed something about to explode from within him. "Mas Reka, I..." Nayla's racer is getting louder, Nayla's hip is shaking violently.

The designer sipped more and more feeling the still narrow door twitch repeatedly.

A moment later, Nayla squeezed while adjusting her breathing. "Mas Reka don't do that ah, disgust."

"Disease? But from body language, you enjoy."

Nayla just blushed in embarrassment. Because it feels so good. His body felt light and was carried high flying to space.

The designer now knelt down and undressed all her clothes. This was not the first time Nayla had seen Reka's body, but still her chest was pounding. Moreover, staring at the muscle strokes that stood upright and shiny.

"I'm ready to receive a gift from you."

Nayla's biting her lower lip. That big will enter him? It must have hurt a lot. Not to mention feeling Nayla shudder in horror herself.

"Rilex, baby, let's not get sick." The design positions itself between the two open pa ha Nayla. He swiped the tightened muscle slowly for Nayla to start lapping again.

They look at each other. Just now feeling the friction on her lower lip, Nayla's stomach was filled with butterflies flying.

Long enough the designer held that position, until finally, the blush..

"Aw, I'm sick."

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Very quiet this story...