Duda Casanova Stuck Love Girl Bar-bar

Smells Like Sweat ....

“Did you see my nephew's whereabouts?” Passing with a waiter at the mansion. Morgan who still felt a little nauseous was throwing a question.

Making him snort annoyed as soon as he heard the truth if his nephew was resting in a private room that was reserved for Araela. Without asking again Morgan hurried to step foot into the niece's room which made her forehead frown.

When he realized that his nephew's private room was locked from the inside, Morgan could not freely enter the room.

“Baby! Are you inside? Why is your room locked from the inside? Open door! Om can't go inside.” Banging on the door leaf so loud as to throw a punch that made a pair of two people sleep soundly disturbed, until one of the — husband's wife woke up to hear a loud noise from outside the room.

Rewindra clucked irritably when her deep sleep was disturbed which made the man lower the tiny body, the wife and lay it down quietly without disturbing the girl's deep sleep.

Wearing back the boxer with a little swearing furiously because the pain of the bite is still shadowed in the man's mind. However, he ignored the pain while wearing trousers and enveloping the tiny body without a thread, until Rewindra's feet stepped towards the door leaf and opened it from the inside after the man gave his speech.

“What's up, Om?” Rewindra's drowsiness disappeared when she found the face, unfriendly look of the man who directed a flat look at her. “He's still fast asleep, Om!”

“Did you just make my little baby tired of serving you?” Instead Morgan seemed reluctant to mince words with the young man in front of him. However, he cursed furiously with some purplish marks plastered on the body of Rewindra who was bare chest. 'Damn it! This widower is very troubling ... does he deliberately want to show off in front of me? I can't even go inside! If this is the case, I can only wait for him.'

“I want to meet him!” Without directing his gaze back. Morgan ordered the young man before him to give way so that he could enter the room.

Who could have guessed if the young man refused to let him into the niece's room. “I really understand you want to meet my wife, Om... inside there she is wearing nothing, plus she is completely asleep and I dare not disturb or wake her up! Do you want to be scolded by him?” In his heart Rewindra cheered as he could banish subtly, a man who always wanted to argue just because of trivial matters.

Interestingly the two men were both fighting for attention to Araela. The barbarian girl who was so shrewd made them like chicks losing their mothers.

Morgan who had earlier endured the nausea attacked him again replied to the question raised by giving a statement, saying, about Rewindra's sweat sweat sweat that was like cow dung and the man really couldn't stand being close to the man before him.

“Are you not bragging, Om? The smell of my sweat .. of course because you shared the pleasure with your niece! You know, Om. .. his teeth were so fierce that it made my elephant's trunk inflamed because of it.” Rewindra tells the story of peerless pleasure that makes the look of Morgan's face more bent.

How could the former widower casanova be so relaxed and fluent in telling, something that smelled of a thing of innocence like no veins of shame.

“Damn, you! I'll hook you up to him later .. let alone use the name of the elephant's trunk everything.” Cussing with a sneer that made Rewindra smile at herself.

Remembering the man was still imagined by the game his little wife did, and just imagine making the elephant trunk to roar by itself.

Morgan shuddered in horror at the shameless behavior the young man had resorted to, he flipped his body without saying again his feet were directed to a private room while grumbling.

“What do you make you laugh like this, huh?”

Reversing a tall and strapping body and surprised to see the cold face that made the man's jawun move up and down when he was presented, he said, the scene that makes his breath come up and down because the two beloved objects were plastered real before the eyes.

“Hon, are you awake?”

“Then you want me what and how? Your laughter has awakened me.” The girl frowned in wonder at the look on the husband's face, making him follow the direction of the man's gaze.

How surprised he knew what made the husband dumbfounded to find, two favorite objects with some traces of purplish there. 'Was it fitting that the look of the face was stupefied, apparently because of this and also purple traces could it be lost? I always lose against his power, but it also makes me happy. For so long I've never done this wild thing for her, and it proves you're just mine! Although I don't know when the big storm is coming.'

Still seeing the look on the husband's face. Araela throws a sarcastic tone, “Close your mouth! They won't be taken by anyone from you. Like never satisfied to play around with them!”

“Didn't I just belong to you? I was like hearing the sound of a weathered bujang calling me? Did you show off to him on purpose?” continued with a question.

Rewindra's guts whistled a question could not make him answer, what was said on the lips ranum opium dangerous. “Hon, a..cu ....

“Basic duda casanova!” Giving swearing and raising a little blanket to cover, two objects that had been stolen by the husband. “Keep this again and hurry to the weathered bachelor room!”

“Why go to his room, Honey?”

“Clean yourself in that room! I don't want you interrupting my time in this bathroom. Considering the content of your mind is certain, not far from this inch part of the body!” Directing the index finger while telling the husband out of his private room, until the man did not dwell on the decision made by Araela Ayudia Gayatri Smith.

Not long later the couple of husbands — wives, had completed their respective affairs and two people, were facing the master of the mansion which led a cold gaze to them.

The girl, paying no heed to the cold stare of the weathered bachelor. However, he was made dizzy by two different generations of men who were busy arguing, until the sarcastic tone was thrown from his lips that made the guts of the two men shrivel.

“Keep until your mouth foams. It always makes me dizzy!”