Gita Dusk Geetruida

Just Walk

Evergreen Guesthouse.

Aya spelled the writing well, as well as her intention to be the dream woman of the customers she would be loved. Professional, there is no other word that is more appropriate to represent the attitude he chooses. That's really so, right? Work in any field, professional attitude, totality and serious commitment are indispensable as proof of earnestness.

"Hi Arrabella, long time no see you are getting more beautiful," praised Arata as she gently stroked Aya's arm.

As Irene's mother said, Aya is now starting her new 'job' by serving Arata's hasraat. Aya knew what she had to do, and realizing the potential and the hefty flight hours in the field of her ultimate enjoyment, she deliberately set a high price for her service, which she did, except for Arata who received free special services as his 'reward' as a protector in that place. Aya's goal is of course to collect more rupiah coffers so that he is quickly freed from the cursed place. Aya is sure, one day she will be reunited with mas Aga, and her husband will definitely still accept her situation again, as before.

"I'm yours tonight, baby," boldly Aya whispered that line right in Arata's ear, wetting the handsome man's hearing area with the warmth of his tongue.

"Uh, you're so naughty, baby," Arata brushes for a touch that makes his passion rise. "Unlike the time on that ship, you rejected me in a cold way, you know? You've been torturing me, baby. Aarghh ..." Arata growled as Aya pushed him to the bed, silencing Arata's mouth with a demanding kiss and the flickering fingers actively stroking the chest of Arata's field, steadily creeping into the belly of the man's torn bread.

"Now the conditions are different, handsome. I will satisfy you," said Aya who directly occupied the man's stomach.

Arata glares at Aya's attitude that suits his fantasy. "Likes?" Aya half sighs, her sexy voice increasingly makes Arata passion peaked. Not only the ears, now the wet and warm tongue that sweeps all parts of Arata's body that is not covered with clothes.

"Umh," Arata passed the cover on the bottom of his body. Again, Aya summed up Arata's lips, swiping her heavenly slit into the part of Arata's proud weapon that was upright and ready to attack.

"A-akuh," Arata could not continue his words, Aya's touch in the forbidden section was too pleasant to comment on.

"Wooow, I love this war tool of yours, sir," without Aya's command slid down, clasping while massaging Arata's rock-hard bollard with her tapered fingers, not stopping there ... now the task of the fingers he exchanged with his mouth. Soaking and sipping that mighty milestone was like sweet and delicious candy to him.

"Owh baby .. You're so wild, I love it," the complimentary speech encouraged Aya to suck even stronger.

"You want something more exciting, baby?" Aya imagined being serving her Aga mas, turning her body position above Arata. "Do the same to me, baby," Aya pinta put her heavenly slit against Arata's face.

The room that was originally reluctant and should not be approached by Aya is now full of friendly absorption sounds from the touch of both. That night Aya dissolved in her own game, she completely stripped off her status as the wife of an Agastya, her only desire of 1 conquering Arata. This man brought him here, this man also he used to return love to its rightful owner.

'I'm sorry mas Aga, this is all so that we can be together soon, just temporarily, ' Aya thought. Although Aya herself does not know for a while until when? Definitely not 1, 2 days, not 1.2 weeks, I don't know, because he just started the most heartbreaking episode of his life. The part of the story that he never imagined before but as if it could be predicted by Isao, the first man taker of his chastity.

If indeed God wills and is kind enough to reunite him and mas Aga, then somehow, it will certainly be done but if not ... Aya resigned if you have to pursue a despicable profession but always sought by those who need it.

"Shut up at your place, let me. I promised to satisfy you, sir," Aya who understandingly changed her position, re-occupied the belly of the ripped bread of Arata. But before actually sitting down, Aya first directed the mighty spear to meet his heavenly slit door and then gradually lowered his buttocks. Arata raved ever louder, his spear wanted to immediately enjoy the sense of tightness that Aya's slimy narrow gap offered.

"Ah .." without wasting any more time, Aya devoured the magic spear Arata filled his nest. "You're great, Arrabella .. This is delicious and amazing" said Arata, shaking and sweating. There are no words that can be spoken again, only the sound of their unification is heard. Making love with different people does create a different sensation, Aya admitted that even though she still imagined being doing sacred worship with her husband mas Aga.

"Now, ahhh ..." Aya closed her eyes as Arata played an active role in stomping her weapon from below, making Aya increasingly float the pleasure of sensation that Arata gave her.

"Again?"

Hap, hap, hap ... .

Arata again pulled out his spear in full force. "Ah, this is amazing, sir," Aya spread her body over Arata's chest, letting the man stomp, rummaging through his burrow.

"Well, I know. Your body response is very good, baby .. you are very narrow," said Arata while enjoying the twitching that overlaps on his trunk.

"I-I've arrived" said Aya.

"In the meantime, I haven't ..." Arata shifted Aya's body, then took a position behind the woman who had been a fantasy. Arata moved quickly giving an attack and pressure from the back of Aya who was crouching in front of him.

No one remembers sin when it has been treated to something as intoxicating as that, there is only how to get full satisfaction again and again. Aya had decided to live what she could do at that time, enjoying something that was not lawful for her to enjoy. Because according to Aya God alone allows it to be there, God alone has left it without power or other options other than being a true loser, what is wrong, why didn't Aya just splash all together?

***

Meanwhile, Mangata who is reading the story in the chapter, can only resignedly accept the turmoil that just approached his solitude. As usual, the young man who was affected by the scratches of his mother's story was forced to relieve his needs in his own way.

After being relieved, Mangata's mind is now filled with questions .. why would her mom want to take the road that keeps her trapped back into a comforting woman? Why did Agastya, the person he suspected was his bioligist father, seem to be missing and there was no effort to save his mother? How was Trus Mangata born? Why could he be the son of Amar and Helena, his tantenya and why the age range between him and Geetruida was far enough, became a scourge in the mind of a Mangata Maulana.

"Mommy married 'mas Aga' at 15, if they agreed to delay pregnancy until she was 20 and it turns out that my mom gave birth to me at 23 means mommy and 'mas Aga' waited for my birth for 8 years, a very long time for lovers to wait for the presence of the baby, should be, although it was still his own family," muttered Mangata who suddenly felt disappointed because his presence was so unwanted by his parents.

"Ah, I .. if married, surely my wife wants to get pregnant quickly and give me offspring. This, it's been waiting 8 years, instead of being grateful I was even given to the person, mommy and her husband, how the hell is it?" mangata word monologue. Want to be angry but it feels unfair if he does not know the real thing.