Duda Casanova Stuck Love Girl Bar-bar

Duda Casanova Stuck Love Girl Bar-bar
Punishment For ....



“It's okay to get down here?”


“What are you worried about?”


“Nothing! Me, pamit!”


It takes fifteen minutes on foot to an office skyscraper.


Not long after the girl arrived at the office, regardless of the cynical gaze and gossip that was talking about the cold girl.


Until he meets one of his co-workers who happens to pass by. “Now allotment prei.ne maning?”


The conversation in Java makes the two miss each other. Until the girl remembered the breakfast awaited by the perverted widower.


“But, ojok sampek weruh sopo-sopo lek you.ne muploaded top floor gawe lift iku.” Niken who knew the identity of Araela told her partner to be careful.


Remembering in the office building no one knows if the girl is the legal wife of a Rewindra Wiratama.


“Suwun sen says! Why wes purunten not repoti, but iki not ono sen wero I am original.ne sopo?”


“Aman!”


Fifteen minutes later the girl went into the iron box that delivered her on the top floor. Ara was in front of the room bearing the name of the CEO which made his assistant surprised to see his sudden arrival.


“Welcome, —


“Sssstttt, quiet! Don't call me that! Is your master inside?”


Louser nodded, without saying much he invited the young lady into his master's room, to make the girl surprised to see the behavior carried out by the widower messum.


End your history, sir! How do you deal with your little wife's anger? Why should you watch your javelins live? I thought I was a convert, but it turns out to be a tomato!


About the atmosphere in his room that suddenly became cold, even though he had set himself the size of the air from the air conditioning.


“Why is it getting colder in my room, Ser?”


Approached the perverted widower to teach him a lesson, and did not forget to send the assistant out of the room.


When the man raised his suddenly deathly pale face while gulping a rough saliva without daring to open his voice.


I get caught! Louser, dammit! Why didn't you tell me my wife was coming here? Huh, the elephant trunk's ration is at stake.


Araela who directed a cold gaze without making a sound the girl landed her butt in the lap of the husband while, fishing for a weak point in the duda messum that made the man miserable.


Even one of the girl's hands picked up the phone and threw it in any direction, so there was the sound of shards coming from the phone with an apple logo bitten and made the man resigned.


Until finally there was a shrieking sound coming from his lips. “Ampun, Honey! Don't be too tight, nan —”


Back to the lips of the widower messum with one of his hands does not stop scrimping the elephant trunk without giving mercy.


A few minutes later after giving a fishing rod at the point of weakness, an ultimatum uttered from the lips of the girl to make Rewindra surprised to hear it.


“Honey!” Rewindra whined with her face. However, the girl was not at all able to look at the face of the husband.


“Optional is in your hands!” it is undeniable.


“Is my punishment not negotiable, Hon?”


“I just added it!”