LOLLIPOPS
LOLLIPOP 18
I lay down on my soft bed. Think of me hovering around while I was making out in a hotel room two days ago with her.
So hot and exciting.
I still feel the wisdom of@nnya. But not long appeared the faces of my three friends who did not support my relationship with Mas Haris.
They must be talking about me in the back.
Even though I've been open about my relationship with Mas Haris.
Cheating, I honestly don't like that word either. The conjecture sounds negative. We were just stuck in an ill-fitting situation, but there was no harm, right? Tell me, who is losing? His wife? His kid? And, where's the loss?
Mas Haris continues to provide a living to his family. Keep coming home to her house. Mas Haris remains there for his family at any time. Mas Haris never left them just because of me. The life of his s€ks with his wife who was fatty was still awake. All because of who? Obviously because of me. His wife should thank me. If it wasn't for me making Mas Haris rousing@passion, I'm sure his wife wouldn't be touched!
Except, if it's because I'm Mas Haris so ignore his family. That's called harm!
I know myself enough too. Our time together was only on weekends and I never whined to meet.
I strongly believe in the name of destiny and soul mate. It is possible that Mas Haris is my soul mate who has been in the care of his wife. It's possible that if our meeting happened first, I would be the one to marry.
How crazy is the magic of love. At least for now I don't need the marriage certificate.
My parents' faces soon appeared. How can I explain to them about our relationship.
We are innocent, right?
We just do something simple. We just fell in love, we loved each other.
...When honesty is met with anger, lies are the best choice ...
Actually in my little heart also often arise questions.
When do I want to be like this?
Does he really love me?
Is this true Love or....... ?
What if he really left me!
I don't want to. I don't want to be alone!
All this time I have always denied and chosen not to think about it all. I'm afraid just imagining it makes me sad.
So, don't think about it again.
NEVER DO!!
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"Ooohh.... Mm-hmm... Aaaakkk.." - d€sahku. Our position is upside down, feet on head head on foot (sorry forgot its name 😜)
He kept sipping into my magic cave hole. Sucking all that goa magic melt. I was also enjoying a magic wand that looked very shiny in front of my eyes.
"Oooggghhhhh," I shouted as he brutally split open my magic cave and entered it with his fingers. I deliberately attacked his wand with my tongue, playing in his head in slow motion, which I was sure could make him burn even more.
Then he stopped his activities for a while. His body turned towards me.
"How come stop, I'm going out." I protested. Crazy, this is the name again delicious hanging.
He just chuckles.
"Don't dong. The game has just started. It's more fun if we both pick up the matan's kenik." he said as he******* my lips.
"Hmmm... Ooooccchh.".
My breath is getting irregular. Mas Haris stroked my boba shoots, then. Oh...nikm@t and I'm getting burned out @irah. His lips continued to trace da da and my neck.
I am no less creative, I elus elus his magic wand.
Wet and slippery infinitely has my magic cave caused by emotional touch that is passionate gebu.
"Open baby" he whispered softly with a made-up breath.
I think I opened my legs wide. Ready for position, ready for gmpvr!
Mas Haris positioned his magic wand on my magic cave.. And....
Jleebb.... Aaaagggghhhhhh!
Uuhh .. I felt nik mat dansak@an magic wand warm hot entering my magic cave that so felt tight. Full up. There is no room or space left. The hot meat kept pushing in. My uterus feels poked.
My body trembled more and more, swaying in rhythm with the jolt that Mas Haris gave me.
"Leee.eebiih fast Mas,"
"Hmmmm.. Aaagghhh, oogggcc"
Mas Haris continues to move faster, the source of my boba shoots did not escape the shock that so nik m@t. All that happened so continued until a few minutes I don't know that there is only good taste, good taste and good taste.
I saw his sweat running from his neck, straight into his field chest, and finally into the muscle bulge in his stomach. With an anxiety I toyed with the little boba shoots that glued. Kugiti, kujilati, kuremas.
"Ooooggggggh... Aaaaaaggdpkkkk.... "
"Hmmmmm... Ooooccch.... "
He also actively squeezes solid chunks of boba shoots.. Daaaaanannn
"Aakaakuu... Aaaahhkk..... "
In the end we finished the inner feeling game for over an hour. I have achieved three times. After that we took a shower and fell asleep for a while before finally continuing the rest of the time.
(Please make your own trip)
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