Don't Be Ferocious Dong, Non !

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I saw her beautiful body lying on a hotel bed. The frail indentation fused with the base like a piece of silk cloth was thrown away.

Her cheeks are reddish, thin lips that open a little with a thin smile that is sweet like a very enjoy the cradle of the mattress. I saw him feel like a man. My woman was content to play with me, she was comfortable afterwards, a sign of my manhood not only the name of the limb but already the figure of my personality.

I just finished my shower now. The towel is still on my hip.

I approached the Juwita from behind, I could not bear to not kiss his bare shoulders, shiny ivory, and sweet-looking. I slowly extended the kiss to his neck, to his cheek.

Heard his happy murmur. He giggled amusedly.

I teased her a little with a small bite on her earlobe. He's mende-huh. Miss likes my treatment.

My hand raised the skirt up to the groin, and then I stroked as much as I could. Kuremas gently tightened her buttocks, then I tucked one of my fingers into her narrow area.

His hips retreated, asking me to go further. He gripped the pillow he was sleeping on and muttered, his lips chanting a vulgar tone, making me even more excited to play with his beautiful body.

As her hands lifted back and grabbed my hair, my finger movements grew faster.

"You may be held against my finger" I whispered.

"Please, if you have the heart,"

Fraudulently...

You know I won't.

Obviously I was determined not to hurt you.

His grip on my hair grew stronger, pulling me forward towards him. He kissed me softly.

"Dad called me just now" I whispered. He stopped attacking me.

"Would you meet him tonight?" ask woman.

"Tomorrow morning. I'll spend it with you today,"

She giggled as I kissed her neck. Her sweet-looking body made me even more eager to explore every part of her, wanting to learn her sensitive areas, wanting to satisfy her with an erotic touch.

It feels so happy to be this close to my dream woman.

In disbelief, I can be worthy of him.

"Danar" he whispered.

"Yes?"

"You're gonna be my husband, right?"

What makes Miss unsure of me?

"Sure," I answered. But this heart doesn't feel calm. Miss's tone of voice sounded a speck of suspicion.

"How many women have you slept with?"

I'm silent. I don't want to answer. Just opening up the past that had a bad effect on my future.

"How many women did you kiss like me?" Another question, which I could not answer.

The answer is, no one I have ever kissed wholeheartedly like Miss before. But does he believe me?!

"I'll marry only one, you. And I guarantee I won't let any other woman bother us after you're my wife,"

Diplomatic response from me.

"Hm," Miss straightened her seat and leaned back. "I need to know everything about you, because I'm going to give myself to you. I have to be sure you're not the wrong person,"

I looked at him. I feel like the woman in front of me is very smart. His dominance over me was not coercive, but bound me with my voluntary approach.

"Maybe I'm the wrong person for you" I murmured. I'm not very confident. It's not a matter of not being able to live after marriage or taking it from her father, but I'm not confident because I don't feel like I'm going to be a role model husband.

"...but you're the woman I want. I don't care how far you go, I'll follow you,"

"After you get me, what will you do? Unseal me, eat me, then dump me in the trash?"

Cynics and sarcasm, miss.

But that's who you are, speaking for what you are.

"Non, like candy. I open the wrapper, I eat it, I swallow it, the sugar runs in my blood forever. Just get there. If I'm diabetic because of your sugar, I take it. Because from the beginning I already knew the risks of eating candy,"

"Because candy has no pulp..." The lady smiled cynically, "Basic of the woo, I'm more and more unsure that I'm the only one" he said.

"As for you," I gave up, not knowing how to convince her. But I know, she's in love with me, too. No matter how bad I have been in the past, he will always be mine.

The way it moved against my touch, hesitating but forcing myself to go forward, as if it did not want to disappoint me. He was scared but tried to believe me. Every inch of his skin trembled as I touched it. Even his hands were cold throughout our struggle.

But he tried strong.

He is not used to men.

He didn't say, but I judge based on my experience. His reaction was different to any woman in my life.

And tonight, I love her more.

We spent time in hotel rooms talking, making out, stimulating each other, sleeping cuddling.

Time is reserved for just the two of us.

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This morning, I fell in love.

But life must go on.

After driving Miss home last night, the last thing I remember is that we were talking for a long time, in Miss's car.

Then, after I got on the borrowed bike, my father called me again. Asking me to come this morning for the Father-Child talk I've been avoiding for so long because of the many egos mixed in.

So, today with a heavy heart, I met him at his house.

When the two Kings met, what were they talking about?

Do they tell each other about the state of the country? Or sharing advice about rakya welfare?

In fact, in a family, Father and Son rarely agree on a thought. There are, but rarely.

Because basically, a father's ugliness will be adapted 10 times worse by his son, as well as his kindness. Boys learn to live by looking at their father's behavior, then modifying it slightly to fit their own personality.

And the way I interacted with women also adapted from the way my father treated my mother.

I see you always laughing at you. He was hard on his children, but always gentle with his mother. His look showed his love for his mother.

But my father is not holy. I caught him doing bad things a few times. Try something with young girls.

But she always went back to her mother.

I don't know if he confessed his sin to my mother but until now they have remained harmonious.

In terms of work, although the father is a strategist and tenacious work, but he often complains. This - it was all complained of from small things to big things, from light to heavy things. If it can be made difficult why should it be made easy?! that's what I've seen all along.

So, I also consider work, especially things related to father is something that is difficult and troublesome. We his sons were not motivated to continue his kingdom.

Maybe that's why Devan and I don't seem interested. If Dmitri, he is determined to master everything and change all the provisions made by the father into his own version. Unfortunately, it seems like it is still a long time coming. Until now he was still dictated by father.

And this is my home, my father's palace.

I'm even more comfortable living in my slum than in my own house.

Some security was looking at me with my eyes softened because I came with a noisy butut motor belonging to the Axe Mpa Windy.

“Please be guarded, there is historical value,” my sahut to Pak Sukimin, the gatekeeper.

“Any Pak!” he respects me.

I walked lazily into the front door.

“Finally you come home too boy ndableg!” grute dad. He was waiting for me at the door, as if I was a girl who had not come home in the middle of the night. But at least I still feel recognized as a child because he is willing to wait for me.

“Dad...” I kissed her hand.

“What the hell is the same as you, your behavior makes your father's life short,”

“Daddy is 65 still able to scream, it looks like a long life,”

“Don't be rude to you,”

I just smiled silly. Because long life does not mean barokah. They were given a longer chance to repent. Less dear is God like my father?!

“Come in, I want to talk to you alone,”

I took a heavy breath while following him. When Dad asked me to talk to just the two of you, there was only a sense of tightness. There are things that make him very disappointed in me, and to the point that he can no longer afford to be angry.

Don't worry dad, I do seem to disobey you. But I still love you.