Crazy Rich Looking for Love
Chapter 70: The same mess
A pair of human children were drunk on desire, engulfed in passion. Frolline's reluctance at any moment was about to begin, in the end being withered as Ditya's gentle touch struck all over her beautiful body. Gentle strokes and caresses, kisses and kisses leave a reddening trail on the smooth skin.
A stifled sigh changed into a small scream as the climax reached the sweet girl perfectly. Ditya is still struggling with the body of the intoxicating wife. Played the core area that made his wife drift into the air.
It did not take long, the man again heard a strangled cry coming out of his wife's tiny lips. His wife's legs bent resisting the burning desire that was ready to explode.
“Just take it out, Fro.” The man whispered. That handsome face was already covered in a fog of passion, ignoring the universe.
Ditya felt perfect when his wife was at the top repeatedly. Although the climb was quite steep, the man was happy. How not, his back skin feels sore peeling when his wife's long nails stuck there without permission. Not to mention his shoulder imprinted teeth, as a result of his wife's bite when receiving a blow of pleasure bertubi.
After feeling the Frolline satisfied, then the man got his turn. Unify, perfect what they have done before. The sighs that previously sounded slowly came back to dominate, the romance was mixed with the roar of breath, both ready to fly together. Hugging each other, exchanging sweat. Mutually satisfying, mixed feelings.
When the jolts are more real, accompanied by a sigh mixed with moans. Everything sounds melodious in the ears of two people who are drunk in love, hit by a flood of romance. Those sounds are like night music. The roar of breath hunting each other like the rhythm of a drum, pounding fast adrenaline both.
The two were already preparing to take off, hugging each other and throwing kisses. However, as the roar of breath grew more and more stinged, the sound of knocking on the door blew all away.
“Ko, someone knocks on the door.” Frolline stopped her husband's movements.
Ditya put ears, since earlier a noise in their room, disguise the sound from outside.
Hening—
Ditya was puzzling, smilingly looking at the beautiful face of his wife who was not yet fully satisfied.
One second, two seconds, three seconds, five seconds, no sound. Just a silent greeting in the darkness of the night.
Just now the man was about to start, finish what he had already started. Back Frolline protest.
“Ko, seriously. I heard a knock on the door.”
The man retouched his hearing. Wait a few seconds .. and sure enough. Samar heard Matt's voice calling. It's getting very slow.
“Matt ...” great-grandson of Frolline, panicked when he realized his condition. Throwing a glance at sekeliiling.
“Ko ...” call him slowly. Staring at Ditya who was no less panicked from him. Her husband jumped down from above her body, still with a flood of sweat grabbing the trousers and wearing them originally.
Even Ditya did not have time to fish, only closed potluck. Staring at his wife in such a seductive pose, with a reddish bruised body from her actions, complete with a flash of sweat flooding in.
“Close your body, Fro! Looks like it's Matt.” Ditya grabbed the hotel sheets that were lying down at the foot of the bed. Smiling, imagining the madness they both had before, until the bedsheets came down from his throne. Enjoy the lowest caste joining the fur rug.
Yes, when logic is defeated by taste, passion overwhelms both, all can no longer be in its place. Even the hundreds of millions of dresses Frolline wore during the party, kept with special treatment for these few days. Now there are memories, like worthless trash. Swarovski sprinkles were just lying resigned and helpless with dust, inhabiting the floor.
As soon as the door of the room opened, Matt appeared in the doorway with his trademark smile. Offering a large bag of clothes and essentials Ditya and Frolline.
“Bos ...” Matt's tongue was lamented, the smile disappearing when he realized something was wrong with his employer. Matt looked at Ditya from head to toe. His boss appeared disheveled without a boss. Scrolls of sweat still dripping down from the neck gave imprints on the chest of the fields. The reddened bite marks were clearly visible on Ditya's shoulders.
“Ma .. af, Boss. I am not ...” Matt staggered. The feeling is more unpleasant when peering at a glimpse of the conditions in the room. Blankets bloomed on the floor joining the clothes that were scattered everywhere. Even Matt accidentally sees his employer's wife's bermuda triangle freefall in the lowest place, joining Ditya's shirt.
“Crazy! Room conditions are just as glassy as the ballroom where the company's birthday party. It's grim! After making a mess at the party, the boss can still make love to his wife until it is so hot. Crazy one! It's absolutely crazy!” Matt ingrained.
“There's still something I want to say, but the Boss should finish it first! From outside here it does not sound anything, as long as the Madam does not shout tightness fitting at the top of Rinjani,” said Matt, saving his laughter when he realized that his arrival at the wrong time.
Ditya's eyes were perfectly rounded, turning to look at his wife. Frolline was still clad in hotel sheets, harrumphed timidly returning her gaze.
“Wait for me a minute. I'll get dressed first. You wait here. I can't let you in, Matt. My wife is in a very beautiful and seductive state.” Ditya said, smiling nosily at Matt.
“Yes. Bosses. I understand.”
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“Fro, I have to see Matt for a while outside. You okay, I live alone?” The question came out of Ditya's lips.
“Ya, Ko.” Frolline replied while clutching tightly onto the sheets that covered her innocent body.
“Melorot is fine, Fro, if you are with me. Koko will not go bankrupt. Sagging in a new public place a big loss for me, Fro,” seduced Ditya, seeing how tightly his wife clutched the sheets.
The girl smiled timidly, bowed with the blushing hue of a pomegranate tub.
“Let's continue again, but now Koko still has business with Matt first.”
Frolline nodded.
“Stay like this, don't wear your clothes just yet. Wait for me,” pinta Ditya. Smacked his wife's lips and forehead at a glance. Before walking, the man still had time to pat his wife's cheek gently.
Once outside, Matt was leaning against the wall with his eyes closed.
“What's Matt?” ask Ditya.
“Mr Halim, in the hospital. If you can, take the time to look at it for a moment. Your statement and resignation at the party, it's affecting the company. As soon as the Boss leaves the ballroom the party atmosphere is chaotic right then and there.” Matt narrating.
“Please visit daddy in hospital. That was Mrs Halim's message on the phone.”
Ditya.
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