Abstractal Nature: Diaries

Deguidedly

Yesterday did not feel when it happened, in the few days that Jihan had gone through this, Pnin's execution still remembered in his mind.

The hologram needle emanated on the side of the 'compass' disappears along with the cessation of the needle rotation.

But not with Nina's hands. His red clear hand was still as powerful as it was.

The one who died was Will Pnin or the activity of the creature. The nine 'compass' needles could no longer spin autospin, and the vital hologram sign was lost forever. It happened after Pnin put Luna's hand on her yamun when the 369th time.

Working the welding beam, it was very surprising that the three girls were there, including Ghost. Although it does not sound, but the glare is what makes the suprise because it resembles lightning in the rainy season. Again tensely waiting for Luna's verdict, Ghost let out a brief scream seeing Luna's hands emit light, shouting until Jihan, Marcel and Nina aretighfar together.

I don't know what the sad look of Luna if she gets sadness, how to mimic her galaxy when she loses a very loyal figure. Jihan see the face of the pale ABG is still flat alias clever hide the heart. Luna left after observing the boiled egg in her hand.

There is confusion, there is shame, there is sadness. Luna can't be guessed.

Jihan could only imagine through her own experience. He broke his subconscious tears while eating a doughnut. Sit down and finish the tissues and food. That experience may already represent Luna's emotions. Jihan only remembers that.

"heikh..!"

Finished walking the deserted streets, Jihan arrived at Pnin's house. The destination connects the daydream along the way because the interior of the house is all red and there are already flowers from visitors. The flowers that Jihan had brought were prepared in the face of the alley, Jihan put a bundle and slightly leaned against the wall, then wiped her cheeks in turn.

"Hiks."

After these few days Jihan was only able to go External again, Luna and Pnin continued to shake her thoughts and feelings. As for the news he heard, Luna has not been seen on the move since her last stunt in the 41st century, there is no boarding income at SosCamp.

Ghost told me that he could not enter, Luna continued to lock up in the room, did not want to eat alias still mourning. Jihan went straight to this place of Pnin to remember the devotee who was friendly. But upon arrival in this red space, there is something more valuable to just remember, namely the stealth of Pnin.

"Ghosted.."

Ghost who was sweeping the page of the platform using a headscarf stopped from his activities, not far in front of him someone came to approach.

"Yes Brother? Uh, Brother. Kiraen who."

Nearby was floating a speck of atoms or black marble ringed with glow thread, which is where the entrance to Luna's room, at a height equivalent to the height of Ghost's body if he stood in the middle of the rail.

The sweeper came rubbing Ghost's hair. His body was still around a flaming red "hair" and he fixed the gun on his back. He gave the box he was carrying to the smoke boy.

"Nih lo mandatory try Panti cuisine. Don't scream anymore."

"Hehe. Thank you Brother."

Crp..! The sound of brown water in the tavern is heard, this is because the place is quiet again quiet and silent at night.

Jihan was already sitting on one of the chairs continuing her daydream. Mug on the table he's motionless, a little twisted. Jihan looked back at the contents after playing.

"Hi mbak Mar."

"Hey. The work meter."

After being called by two snailers who were walking around carrying water hoses, Marcel quietly returned to look at the shop at the intersection of this road. He had just arrived and paved with the two lusids in this safe area.

Marcel smiled as Jihan confusedly searched then accidentally found her, realizing her presence. Her face was happy, but made Jihan's cheeks red.

"Mmm, ten meters here is a twitch. Mayan is."

Jihan who was in the coffee shop yard was pretending to be heartbroken, propping up her chin while scratching the table. He let Marcel come to greet him, Marcel immediately sat down to sip the cup, the same chocolate that Jihan had prepared for him. Jihan suddenly shook her shoulders because she could not hide the happy taste for long, Marcel rem commented on their drink.

"Mh..! Sllr.. I don't feel wrong."

"Hhh-hhh..! Fucking ihh."

Jihan immediately moved up from the chair. Arriving in front of Marcel, he slightly bent over the remaining sweet tasting, boasting Marcel. The lusid's hand held the seatback and the edge of the table, while the hermit slightly looked up at the head while holding Jihan's hip which was still wrapped in a work uniform.

Cyipph. ciiph!

Cyciuph..!

"Mmmm.."

Jihan and Marcel were already standing up and poking at her lips. Kiss for the sake of kisses flow in the fondling that lasts. The two lead each other and keep the lips soft in the warmth of the tongue. They swallow what they get from the kiss like drinking water.

"Mom!"

Jihan held Marcel when her breath was up and down, hugging the hermit. He wants to keep getting stuck. Jihan didn't see Marcel from morning until evening, apparently already heavily addicted.

The silent Marcel gasped, caressing. Jihan was moaning and somewhat hysterical. Marcel agreed.

"Yes. Onmind a lot of who look, who.."

Someone was clapping the table, the show was watching the live broadcast suddenly finished in the middle of the road. The other Lusid grabbed her hair and her urination, she similarly fused over her favorite stream, making her head down in front of the screen. While those who blaze suddenly many blame their friends who are many comments, their laughter is so funny that they are ganged back and clasped again in groups.

Degh's..

Jihan's body awoke from her lucid sleep. He went down and opened the wormhole to Entrance, touching his ring. Jihan entered after the lawang path to the Panti was open behind the balcony door.

Clekhs.. The door is open.

Jihan stepped in and closed the door from the inside. He locks with a mini iron slot. Jihan's breathing began to pant, her chest was already rumbling, her passion had risen. As he turned around his shocked voice broke, Marcel greeted with lips and *******.

"Yeah!"

"Here, Which.."

Cyipph..! Whip off!!

"More..!"

Jihan held Marcel's head, kissed him in tune with a rumble of breath in her chest. He then deliberately tipped two legs making Marcel's head slightly looked up. Jihan kissed the hermit's lips then to his chin and immediately went down to kiss Marcel's neck as his owner moaned.

"Mmmm.."

Cwvuuph! The chup..!

Jihan lumuri Marcel's white neck with her wet lips. He hangs the skin of the friend with a little sucking repeatedly. Jihan lowered her lips, moving step by step, scorching while cleaning.

Marcel almost fell down while sighing as the kiss on his neck was reinforced by the lusid's fingers. He massaged his chest.

Jihan stopped her activities, holding her back while looking at Marcel who looked limp and gasping for breath.

"Ohh.. hhh.. Baby?"

"In. em. hhh.. his hands..hhh, hhh.." replied Marcel, holding the back of Jihan's hand perched on the chest.

The two again struggled when they were in the room. Marcel let Jihan clean-up suck the skin of the neck. Jihan no longer attacks the chest, the area can make the gel rise peaked.

Jihan already knows the finishing thing, she also still wants to linger in this room with its residents. Now the place where his lips turned to the neck next door, then to the middle because Marcel increasingly looked up. Jihan did not stop her activities while she was on the body of the hermit.

Cwvuuph! A cuuph!

"Mmmm.."

Jihan and Marcel were already covered together when lying next to each other talking about boarding income.

Not five minutes into the conversation, Jihan brought her closer together, she raised one leg to Marcel's thigh under their covers. Only the hands and head are visible, the bodies of both are equally smooth white.

"Gue's wondering who knows about the radiative body (Heart) I, Han."

"Bobo yuk?"

"Agh..!"

Jihan returned ignorant, her hands again massaged Marcel's breasts. Bends wobbling. Marcel just sighed, letting the friend's fingers stay in his "field.

"No sleepiness?" ask Jihan. "More than a full watt, yuk? Hhh-hhh!"

"Lo ginaep, Han. Temenin me."

Marcel turned his body, faced off against his interlocutor.

"You," Jihan replied in a spoiled tone.

Marcel brought his thumb closer to Jihan's eyelashes. The finger made Jihan blink, but it was left alone. Marcel played another flick of a friend's eye.

"Ngapain anyway.."

"Well, Han?"

Jihan nodded. Marcel shifted forward, closing his body. Jihan can directly inhale the fragrance of Marcel's hair.

A few minutes later, Marcel fell asleep with his head under Jihan's chin. Her hair is being rubbed. While Jihan had broken her tears while continuing to daydream there.

Jihan kissed Marcel's head in a gasp and immediately hugged him, feeling that Marcel would be gone tomorrow, invisible and hard to find again. Jihan held her embrace.

"Mmm! Love you's.. Bebs. Hicks!"

Nb:

to D, do not dimaem HP yaa😆

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