Jams

the chapter up 98

Kulum for the sake of the fungus getting softer and slippery, it just happens. Jihan is really fond of her beautiful best friend, her passion, and maybe her paradise. Marcel continued to reply with lips no less warm, no less smooth, never take off and stop the goods for a second.

"Mpphs..! Uhh.."

Jihan and Marcel were lying facing each other. Five minutes later Marcel moved up, holding Jihan's head. The sweet let their position up and down without removing his hands that have stretched the hips of the beautiful.

"Hmmh..!!"

Five minutes later, Jihan turned Marcel over, switching to the top position. He slowed down his lips to keep moving, because of how beautiful the lips were.

"Mmmm.. Emm.."

Chhh. wiph! Chi.wool..!

Chipphs..

Marcel lifted two knees, opened them, hugged Jihan with his legs, shook the back of the pants with the lock. Jihan lowered her body until their bodies were tight, both stomachs and breasts*ra they also collided, no longer chewy.

"Nhhhh.."

Www.pp.pph..! Cwwipp. pphm..

Feel stacked. But their rhythm remains flat. No fighting or hunting as it already is.

Minutes passed, they kissed long enough. So one of them jolted the body so payud*ra terrelus. Another one shook his hips as the opponent's hand slipped into "situ".

"Uughh!!"

Tiredness caused the two to fall asleep, and it had already passed thirty minutes. No disturbance at all.

Their sleeping position every five minutes is weird, it might make the viewer drag their legs, or bang a pillow.

By the time they realized it, they were random. No need to describe again how the sleep of the kissers, maybe later known when they sleep in a shelter tent.

Jihan was awake from her sleep, still daydreaming without lowering her heels on Marcel's forehead. He also let Marcel's hand perch in the "valley".

In this instant Jihan managed to position Marcel's body, posted his sleeping style, which was nothing but a roll. Marcel was getting louder, his breathing was regular.

Jihan put a plastic glass over the gallon, with a bent position. He also grabbed a can of incandescent on his study table, then Jihan sprayed it into the air. Fragrant Lavender now inhaled her nose.

It was still morning, Jihan saw the Entrance of the deserted hermit base as usual. And never busy when there is unloading, cut-cut, hauling the harvest.

In the Entrance room, there's an entrance. In it Jihan found Jhid sitting writing something, it was relaxing aka put two feet on the table. There was also Enik who was still discussing with an astraler of high school student age, looking calmly folded his two hands. No one noticed Jihan's presence in lawang, the three were busy.

Jihan left Entrance, and she arrived at the doorstep. He stood there while putting his thumb on the glass fingerprint.

The door rang and opened a little.

Klikk..!!

Jihan enters and after a small alley, will definitely see the Valdisk room, the mini office. In the picture above there is a second door, but in the field it is only a short alley, there is no front wall after the entrance. Two walls in the Small Gang are usually plastered with various schedules, reminders, schemes, and related to the harvest and route, but Marcel chose to empty it when telling the story to Jihan, ruining the scenery. But that's where Marcel's bedil hangs, so it's only visible when onmind.

Mini office connected with the middle room. Jihan can see the dining table, kitchen, sofa, bathroom door, bedroom, and dresser room door. He saw in this middle room the kitchen part was a bit messy, a little random used up.

Jihan knew she was busy washing the cutlery in the kitchen sink. The items he washed pots, bowls, glasses, and spoons. A little. Jihan put the cookware and cutlery on a mini shelf, then wiped her hands.

In the clothes room, when entering Jihan found a chair covered with a few jogging pants, a dressing table full of products and grooming tools, as well as t-shirts and other casual clothes were allowed to accumulate on the chair. What Marcel is doing in this beautiful space makes Jihan quiet.

"Hiks.."

Jehan sobbed in his seat in front of the makeup glass, the clothes on his lap were not dirty clothes, the most fragrant soapy clothes. His eyes were wet watching the lipstick on his hands, the item had just been worn. Other products have been tried to go, but it turns out Marcel just needs it. Marcel increasingly make him captivated with the lipstick fruit, colorless transparent lipstick but taste.

Jihan was crying because Marcel's sweat was enough for her. Even Marcel's welcome when Jihan pours out those ripe lips, can be long if there's in their room. Fruty lips is a gift for Jihan, and Jihan first.

A few minutes passed, the dressing table was neat and organized.

On the couch, Jihan put all Marcel's clothes on. He folded all the clothes and training pants of the hermit. That much Marcel tried. Maybe it's dawn, because Jihan goes to Aunt's house every 06:30. Jihan finished folding, and she put her friend's clothes in the dresser.

Jihan went to the bedroom. Inside it was completely cleaned. Jihan closed the room again, there was nothing to do because the owner had already cleaned up.

"Hhh.. Home is as quiet as it is, Niz."

Thus. I keep thinking about that fruit

"Yes. I love apples, chocolate."

Jihan fell asleep on the sofa, staring at the ceiling of the room. He relaxed with an unusually calm heart. Jihan hasn't been able to be this relaxed in her house.

She's still asleep

"Hhhhhh.."

I think Mr. Princess still has Raven's words

"Yes. I don't want him all that with his words."

Servant is worried, if in the future Mr. Princess tells us about the incriminating until..

"Hhh.. God willing he's strong Niz."

Jihan got up from the fall, sat down for a moment, continued her sentence. "Didn't he say, have a place to choose every choice to make a decision?"

Thus. You can go back to your place to find the fruit (lipstick) earlier

"Is that where the entrance is?"

Thus

Jihan laid her body back. He knows what to do to get to his destination. Jihan blinked her eyes twice after she closed them.

Digh!!

After landing, Jihan walked through the dresser door, into the dressing room. In there the condition of the room is somewhat different, there are additional on the wall that is none other than sliding doors.

Sllph!!

Lee.eeng!!

Behind the wall door turned out to be a vast field, a training arena similar to the forging of military soldiers. Jihan stepped to the right of the lawang, where she looked at the contents of the stand. Many kinds of swords were displayed on the tent boards and tables. There's a red Katana, a Green Katana, an Exalibur sword, an Arthurian sword, all of them long flattened blades.

"Killer's.."

Jihan simply touched the side of the sword, trying the thinness of one of the non-firearms. The tip of his index finger looks striped, not slashed. Jihan found her thumb was plain, there was no election "ink", Ray was with her. Jihan immediately swiped her thumb, then grasped the air.

Jihan felt a stone grow in her grip, until the fist expanded, filled with handle.

Trrtrth!!

The sword slats were creeping up. The long flattened object is shiny like a mirror, can be for glass.

Jihan found the figure of the young man in the tent next door. Ray was standing positioning a jagged sword. "You want to practice, Non?"

"Sir Ray. I'm touring again."

Craang! Jihan pressed down on the handle, the sword she was holding instantly broke.

"I thought I'd practice" said the handsome man. "Would you like to go for a walk?"

Jihan and Ray traced the field, starting from the barbed wire line, climbing wall, swing rope, high wickets, lined fences that resembled cards, climbing boards again, and other difficult obstacles.

The Marcel facility itself built it, and has been the most "updated". While the 'helipad' near the weapon tent is only expanded, the arena or ring for swordplay.

"There is my ring play. If this is new where the bawel. His name is A one."

"What does tuh mean?" ask Jihan to Ray.

"One area."

It seems A1 was indeed made for single play. The lane is like a path that is really very complicated. It is better to walk next to the side lane, which when arriving at the end of Jihan stay crossed through the second vertical lane. But it turns out that A1 has eight vertical paths, Jihan also had to straddle when crossing lane four.

There are many tires lined up, holes of various sizes of boxes, small holes firing lasers, large holes storing acidic water, chemical pengeropos with high levels, the rate is increasing in each pool.

"What the hell now?" tanya Jihan on the outskirts of a location that built many pillars not roofed. "Area two khan?"

"Rubber, Non. Enambelas kilo box area. Suitable for my hobby as well. Lots of dynamite now. Better skip. He cheated."

Ray leaves A2 by flashing and weaving between the poles. Three seconds later across from A2, Ray lowered the level. The screen in front of Jihan changed from 89 to 01.

Gwiditt!!

Ckiiits!

"Lo also cheated khan, maen hacked the score?"

Ray silently said nothing, his eyes still watching one of the pillars. Beres swallowed his food, the jackfruit seed he tossed onto the observed pillar.

"Ray, you budeg? What's the number?"

Dhuargh!!

The pillar thrown by the jackfruit seed suddenly shattered. Jihan was a little down looking at him. Fortunately, it was far enough away that no debris shot "shoot" them.

"Denger kali's. The initial level to the last one, sensitive. Fitting second level, exploding floor, Non."

"Sadist."

"Area two is as updated as this one, Non. But more precisely sabotaged. I'm still barren at ninety-nine."

"What single is multiplayer?"

"You're chasing him, he (Marcel) is clumping."

"Umm, can it be a trap."

"You going there? Area three?"

"Your callers are also."

Ray stepped away, stepping on the edge of the pillar field. Jihan followed him, there was also A5 he said, A2 neighbors. The location is empty just a stretch of grass and dozens of trees. I don't know what's behind the TKP. The difference with A4 is only fences, wire dividers.

"Surely this is where he sent his choice, Giz?" jihan asked as he continued walking down the road next to Ray, observing the trees.

It could be, my lord

"Ah this area is only for mental he just really. Area six is where you're asking" Ray told me.

It seems that jin khodam heard the voice of Nizi. But Jihan already knows they already know each other, because in the scope of Reinita.

You made it?

"should. If you want to be firm, what visions first. He's gotta look at the risk, Giz. I fit her abilities. Let's not kayak in that cave."

"Eh, yes Ray. What do you mean by pure blueprint?"

"That's her heart. It will continue to live. Ticking. When Snail first operated, her body was 'taught'. It can't be removed."

"Smortage how do you mean?"

"This satellite printed the planet's blue, scanning the same contents as the initial operating it. That's the pure-blueprint I mean. When Snail launches, it's the same time as her show (Marcel); astral projection."

"Well, how come he can't stay in his body anymore? Who is Ray?"

"Can't go in if xmind is inhabited by it."

"Ekmain?"

"Rubber. I named it so for its Kencana content. Puzzle's fine, too, Non."

Jihan was still daydreaming, her feet kept moving in Ray's footsteps. He seems to be starting to think about the origin of the boyfriend. Jihan wait, Ray has not revealed the completeness of the story.

"Why choose him instead of staying with the Queen?"

"There's senior. Jhids. I want to know a lot too. But strangely enough, he doesn't remember his former employer. Not much left."

"I can simpulin, fill Kencana is the point of Internal development."

"Males. The board is confused. Servers are complicated, nope. We focus on the ground. Let Scope and Nuck drown. Reinit anyway, where can be dizzy."

"I'm going here, who knows if I can read the contents of Kencana."

"Rubber. We want to know you to keep the faith. The barrel was far away."

"Indrii's? He's still shitting the mouth."

They reached their destination. Ray immediately promoted the A3 field. The area is still the same as the others. The location is in the form of a floor fenced in thick dindin, in the middle of a high pole position, can be changed physically because for rapid climbing exercises. Likewise with the fence, can be conditioned moh level or hardness. A3 may deal with speed and pressure players.

"I have to continue training in this area of six, Non. I think area four is the same as area one, specifically physical. Area five is more or less like a nomand. The bawel called his place with a simulator. Conditions of war exist, air conditions and wars at sea also exist. The area was built snailer same dev Panti child based on his request. The others must have it too. This area must be in every astraler cell homestay."

"That means the data is from?"

"Metals, from Server. Just can't auto update. Fortunately we have made his team, every hour one basetime, home mandatory open. Morning blind."

"Compact."

Ray has disappeared, A6 which was built into a building, also lost to be transparent, opacity so the land is still empty.

Jihan's close-minded, she's back in her room. Lawang wormhole he closed through Nizi which is connected to Sorrow, easy that is by voice alias asking.

Marcel's still flashing his chest. Jihan found Marcel's position on her back with her feet clamping the bolster. The pillow is the position of Jihan when they make out.

Jihan tidied the boyfriend's bangs, the face there blocked his hair. He's not tired of Marcel's lips. After tidying up, Jihan squatted looking at Marcel's lips from the side.

"It's still clear."

Jihan breathed her. Want to pry but afraid to disturb. Jihan ended up just kissing the cheek.

Cwvuph!!

In the back yard of the house, the clothesline is dry. Jihan took all her clothes. Fragrant detergent smelled fragrant. Jihan immediately took her in, and climbed the stairs.

Smartphones in training pants pockets ringing.

The crane! The crane! The sound of a sedan over the clatter. The car came down not propped up. Try to see a big friend. Gallons and cucumbers all broken..

Jihan immediately stopped in the middle of the stairs, ringing hard enough and would definitely disturb Marcel's sleep if taken to the room.

"Hii. who else. Plis, Nutritional. Angkatins dong."

Incoming call connected

Jihan greeted the caller. He went back down, slightly away from the attic and arrived at the yard.

"Han??"

"Yes. Undeterred. What's the matter Rom?"

It turned out that the one who called him was a boy, Romi. Jihan asked at the clothesline.

"Lo, is there time now? Vita, Han. He asked for it."

"I-yes, Rom. Napa the Vita?"

"Gue again at his house. His body is still blithe. The lingerie."

"Groaning?"

"I don't know how cold it continues. A lot of daydreaming now. I was horrified he said you never gini too. Force-force."

"Mk.." Jihan's confused. "Really?"

"So, I was told to nginep. If you're home again, I'll take you there."

"Uum, yes. I'm at home. But how can you take that?"

"He said, Brother Jihan Rom. Ka Jihan's. I don't know why either. The kids said they got to wash."

"Trus.. Eat - drink him the way?"

"This is Han, whose mother is worried. His father took him to the hospital, but did not want to take medicine. I'm checking a little bit, Vita nampar."

"Ck. Yes already. Ja. I'm at home. Lo ati-ati take it, huh Rom?"

"Hhh, thanks.. Assalamualaikum."

"Getishalam."

Jihan was still daydreaming, the pile of clothes she was wearing felt rather heavy. Romi sounded desperate as well. Jihan breaths, she continues her show.

In her room, Jihan sat on the floor sorting through the clothes. The small, the medium, and the like he separated. Jihan was immediately busy folding her clothes and pants there, no chatter because Marcel was still closed in the eyes.

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