Don't Be Ferocious Dong, Non !

In Your Wardrobe

Rather than licking my saliva marks on your fingers wouldn't you just suck my tongue out?

Again I thought vulgarly while observing the way Miss moved away. He hooked his towel so that it was solidly tied around his body and opened the door of the closet space.

Clothing and accessories are displayed like a store, every object is carefully arranged, each sheet is arranged based on color and needs. The area can even be 3 times my boarding room. It's even bigger than my room at my dad's.

"It's also your job, set up my closet. Don't worry, just a week. But during that time you have to find me clothes that are suitable to wear to the office,”

“That's also Bik Isma's job?” my many. I thought it was Miss who chose her own clothes. I'm not sure Bik Isma, a middle-aged woman who is everyday in an ART uniform, sweating, with her forehead, is able to mix and match that much. Bik Isma got married for the second time only I was quite surprised to hear it.

“No, I used to pick myself the clothes I wanted to wear,” Miss shrugged her shoulders.

“Then, why me?”

"Not to argue, I want you to choose,”

Intimate, though,

Does Miss know that she has crossed the line of slaves?

The meaning of a man choosing clothes for his woman, can not be considered like a shopkeeper giving advice to his buyer.

It means so much more than that.

This means showing the dominant attitude of the man towards his beloved.

And Miss let me move.

Maybe he was curious about me, so he let me advance first to observe and determine the next move.

All right, I'll let him play. I will also play as much as I can.

“If I anyway, prefer Miss without clothes all day,” I tried to joke.

“Oke,”

Heh? Did he say just now?!

I even glanced at him to make sure I didn't hear wrong.

“... Okay, you are indeed a perverted guy,” he added.

Goddamnit!

“Its sign is normal,” looks I don't want to lose.

Slowly I walked, I looked at each storefront, I looked carefully.

The closet is the true identity of a woman. We can know what his nature is like from the way he arranges his goods, from the choice of his goods, from the way to take care of each part.

I put my hands in my pants pocket, it's cold in here.

And Miss is sitting casually on the sofa still wrapped in a towel.

Staring at me fixedly.

He's like a live cctv. Observing my every move, every action, every second recorded.

I learned, Miss's nature of her clothes matches what I've caught all this time.

Sexy

Try to be more dominant

But it's actually graceful and simple

Work clothes and outside events were chosen that showed more smooth skin, with jewel accents and mostly European branded.

While the clothes are for casual, really casual. A lot of simple t-shirts, . hoodie, skinny jeans, even he's got a lot of sneakers that I've never seen him wear.

There's just a little lingerie and there's a lot of negligee.

Well, when did Miss use this adem thin batik cloth huh? I can't even imagine.

Hm, hm,

Actually this woman is calm, but she's trying to be alluring. He is still afraid to go further, on the other hand he wants to appear more provocative.

Most likely, Nonaku is a cute girl who wants to grow up. So that people do not take it lightly, he looks like a p3lacur.

Let's just take advantage of this moment.

I opened a big drawer and I found her panty collection of various colors. Most of the models are really unattractive.

There were two pieces that caught my attention. Fetched thong with a manic accent.

I pick it up and I'll take care, the label's still hanging. So it's never been used.

The soft hand snatched the thin piece of cloth from my hand quickly, placed it into a drawer, and closed the piece.

“I will not wear it to the office,” suddenly he is already next to me. I just grimaced.

“He wants me to choose,” cibirku.

“But don't wear night uniforms for morning, dong. Could-can I not concentrate to work because nyelip continues,”

Hehe, night uniforms, he said.

Naughty, Miss. binal also you.

Maybe I will open the drawer again one day and I myself will dress you with a thin piece of teasing, which when our libido starts to heat up can be torn with a single pull.

I'll make sure you're mine, that uniform isn't just for the night, but it could be any time.

All right, back to reality.

Clothes for the office,

What do I want my love to look like in the office? I obviously don't want her to be a public consumption, considering that when Miss works, I'll be waiting for her in the basement or in the driver's room.

I looked down at my clothes.

Black shirt, black pants.

I'll choose the one that matches me. Monochrome, maybe.

“You choose corset?” ask her when I put some clothes nearby.

“Hm,” murmured me while smiling seductively. “If in office, wear the blazer.” I also put a short-sleeved black blazer with strap accents. Also black pants that I think are very graceful. I want her to look classier, because there's a showdown with her social gang this afternoon.

“If in the car we are just alone, I take off the blazer to be more open, so you mean?”

He's luring me, huh? But I admit, that's my goal. But I will pretend to be unwavering.

“Nona will look exclusive among friends Miss later,” I said. Frankly, last month when I dropped off Miss, her social gang looked boring. Thick makeup, jewelry and OKB-style clothing. Scruffy and cheap when I know it's expensive.

I don't want that little miss.

“Ah! Arisan will be late afternoon. I forgot,” muttered while caressing the corset I chose. He forgot about his get-together activities, it meant that he was actually an introvert.

“This girl is a young director in a big company, so intimidating official clothes are more suitable,”

“I am a Director too because my father is kok,”

“No need to be so, the beauty will be lost..”

She frowned at me, “If you think I'm beautiful, why did you run away from an arranged marriage?”

Hooo, back to that problem? Your grudges are pretty high against me, honey.

“Because who will be my wife, not a woman who is just beautiful,” I replied.

He immediately put on a gloomy face.

“The woman must be very lucky yes,” she said in a very slow voice but I can still hear.

He thinks I have another woman.

There have been many beautiful forms equivalent to angels milling around me.

The one that lured me so much that I didn't dare to go straight to you, only you,

I'm afraid your figure will break when I touch it with my dirty hands.

Take it you in my eyes.

All at once, that amazing thing is you in my heart.

I'm gaunt.

You're too stunning.

Especially when it's like this.

I can't take it anymore, though,

“Iya, maybe,” I replied.

I can't take it anymore, though,

“I hope he feels lucky,”

Really can't take it anymore, though,

“If only I knew his feelings,”

Finally, without controlling my movements, I pulled his arm so he could stand, and I pulled out the damn towel with a single pull.

And I enjoyed her naked body with my eyes.

Every inch.

I engrave it in my mind, though,

The shape, the indentation, the texture.

The colour...

Beautiful light brown circles, with tiny buds that seem as sweet as honey. The color is very contrasting with the skin of his body that is as white as marble.

He could only quietly be pushed against the wall by glaring at me. Shocked but not against.

Can't fight, or won't?

I wanted to see another reaction, I pulled her hands up, pressed her against the wall, and I held her motion by tucking my knees into the area between her thighs.

Sounds stifled.

I lifted his chin so that his neck looked up, and his eyes looked at me warily at once...

Fearful.

There's fear in the bin.

There was tremors in both of his hands.

She's trembling.

What the hell am I doing?!

Gee whiz...

He's afraid of me.

I acted too quickly.

Sighing, I stick my forehead to his forehead. Our noses touched. I was as strong as my passion which almost exploded.

I could feel the sweet aroma of buttercream in each of his gasping breaths.

Patience Danar, the time is not right.

You'll leave a bad impression in Miss's eyes.

It could be that he will even stay away and be grateful that the matchmaking is void.

“Non,” my whisper.

He was silent, just trembling at my insistence.

“I am an ordinary man, not an angel created without lust,”

I let go, and stayed away a little.

Then kneel down, then,

A white Lily right in front of my face. Scramble beautifully with a small mound of pistil tucked between its petals.

I took out a thin cloth, and I slowly lifted his leg.

I pull it up and I shut Lily down

To be safe from a wolf like me.

Not yet,

Too thin to be called ‘aman’,

So I took a thick black cloth, Dior branded pants made of high quality wool.

I lifted her legs one by one and I pulled them together. Then I lift it up.

Then I lifted my head and smiled.

“I... run away from matchmaking not because of you, but because of principle,”

And I stood up, grabbing a black corset on the couch.

I turned her thin body against the wall, I positioned her clothes to perfectly seal the beautiful chunk, and I lifted her zipper slowly up to lock and wrap it perfectly.

“For me, marrying someone I don't know is a lifelong nightmare,” and I walked away from her, walking to the front of the shoe storefront.

“So keep your mind up saying you're ugly. It's low if I choose a woman based only on her face,” I said.

He looked at me while biting his lips.

I smile.

“Which phone would you like to use?” I'm back to the official call.

“As far as you are,” he is still breathing. Looks shock. My assumption that he has never come into contact with the opposite sex, seems appropriate.

I chose high-heeled sandals and a shiny-looking taper bearing the Jimmy Choo logo. The long rope is very graceful when woven.

I went back to my knees with the intention of putting the expensive item on her tiny legs. I passed it to his foot, and he pulled his foot.

Then he put it on my shoulder.

Request me to tie.

“You apologize to me?” tanyakanya. Casual language. He ripped a layer of boundary between us.

“How to?” I asked while tying his sandal rope perched on my shoulder.

“Kiss my leg,” she replied.

I smiled cynically.

This Miss, you,

Just know my favorite.