Lonely Master's Passion

Piton Beloved

Louis stared at the smooth white feet of his future wife who was now perfectly circular on top of her heirloom. Stuff ... Something in there really felt claustrophobic like something was about to revolt.

"Oh my God, what should I do. I was really not strong anymore" murmured Louis closed his eyes as he took a long breath trying to regulate his breathing which was now blowing irregularly.

Ser ... Ser ... Ser ....

Undeniably, his blood felt rustling. The turmoil in his soul felt thrashed even demanding something else. His heart was beating irregularly making him tormented, very tormented.

"Akh ... Arista, your legs are so smooth. Oh my God, what should I do. Blankets ... Where's the blanket." Gerrutu Louis looked around his big bed.

He also slightly raised his head, looking for the existence of a blanket that he will use to cover the legs of his future wife who is now perfectly exposed and also up there.

Finally, his eyes caught the presence of the blanket he was looking for folding at the end of the bed. His long legs were in the movement as soft as possible to reach the blanket.

Grep ....

Louis's feet grabbed the blanket, he flanked it using between his toes so that the blanket he could pull. His raised head also occasionally glanced at the top of Arista's body which was also slightly blurred showing the white hemisphere teasing.

"Geez, my God, my God, your chest, my God. Aduuh ... That ... Huuuuh ..." His whisper was trying to suppress something in there that was getting more and more turbulent now.

Louis closed his eyes again and took a long breath even, a long time ago, he exhaled his rough increasingly feeling not careless.

After that, his eyes were fixed on the blanket that had been in flops between his toes, slowly the blanket began to be pulled with all the strength he still had today.

Louis covered Arista's legs with the blanket and then, slowly he began to lower the beautiful, smooth white feet from above his own slowly and very carefully with perfectly closed eyes. Slowly but surely and very carefully Arista's feet could finally he lower from the top of his heirloom.

Louis took a deep breath repeatedly, rubbing the middle of his jeans as if calming something hidden in it that had been revolting and thrashing.

"Cup ... Pt ... Pt ... Patience with the favorite piton. Not now, wait 6 more days, 6 more days I will spoil you and let you vomit as much as you can but, now you calm down first huh. Sabaaaar ..." His murmur again rubbed repeatedly something he called the piton.

After that, Louis' hand grabbed the blanket and then closed the upper part of Arista's body which was increasingly wide open and almost showed the inside. Until finally, the entire tiny body that was tempting*rkan he managed to close it entirely leaving only his head now.

"Arista-Arista, if not you might be a python Mas has completely devoured you round and round. Mas love both you and Mas do not want to damage you even though Mas married you in the end. Mas will save this ha*rat for later, will Mas hold until we are absolutely legal to be a couple," he softly looked at the face of his future wife and then floated a kiss of affection on his forehead.

"Hm ..." Arista suddenly muttered, even though both eyes were still perfectly closed.

"Sound, basic ... Are you awake?"

Arista did not budge, only a small snoring sound was heard softly accompanied by the sound of his breath that somehow sounded so sweet in Louis' ears.

Three hours later.

Arista's body wriggled, his eyes slowly starting to blink slowly. Somehow his body felt so light as if it had rested so comfortably and slept so soundly.

"Help ..." He opened his mouth wide and spread out his hands and was shocked when his palm touched the face of his beloved Mas Louis.

"This is my room. You sleep in my room" answered Louis softly and softly as well.

"Mas Louis ...? Dear Louis, why is your face so red? is your body hot too? Is Mas sick? our Lord to the Doctor, yes" asked Arista frantically and then got up and sat right next to her future husband while putting the back of his hand on his favorite Mas Louis forehead.

Louis was just silent, his entire body felt stiff especially the part of his hand that had been for three hours he did not move even a little.

"Mas, dear Mas? Why just shut up? It's okay, isn't it?"

"Hand Mas, Rista. Can't your hands be gerakin? It feels so stiff."

"Huh ... Whahuh? Jeez ... Did I have a sudden receipt? How's this? if Mas hit by a stroke, how about our marriage? So how is the fate of our first night? hiks hiks hicks ...'' Arista suddenly cried as much as he could make Mas Louis'nya laugh for a moment.

"Haha ... Arista, I'm still normal. Mas healthy wal'afiat, just the piton'nya Mas not okay now," replied Louis still in the same position.

"Huh? The piton? Mean ...?"

"No, that's down there." Louis answered glancing at the hem of his jeans.

"Cn ... This mas, his mind mes*m terribly si, sloven ..."

''You are absolutely outrageous, Rista. You sleep really well and ask Mas not to move even a little, Mas's body is really stiff now because three hours does not move a bit," whined Louis with a spoiled tone of voice.

"God ... Didn't really move one bit?"

Louis nodded his head as he grimaced feeling his whole body ache.

"Haha ... Mas this is funny, Mas Louis is my favorite ... Which stiff let me pijitin ya,''' Arista laughs funny with hands that massage the legs of Mas Louis'nya is slow and soft, it's soft, of course it was successful in making the piton that he had calmed was back in revolt in there.

"Enough ... Enough Rista dear. Cukuuup ... It's okay, shower first. Very sultry," said Louis immediately got up and ran to the bathroom.

"Basic, it was said stiff, difficult to move but the running was so tight" murmured Arista looked at Mas Louis'nya with a look of wonder.

After that, he came down from the bed and stood up instantly and looked at his own body.

"God ... Do I still make clothes like this? Aduuh ... Mas Louis' Pantesan piton is not all right. Arista-Arista you fool ..." Her grunts hurriedly came out of the room of her future husband with mixed feelings.

Arista immediately came down from the second floor, he repeatedly hit his own head slowly with a feeling of annoyance accompanied by the sound of grunts coming out of his tiny mouth cursing his own actions.

When his footsteps almost reached the end of the stairs, suddenly his feet stopped stepping and stared at the front with a look of wonder complete with a frowned.

"David?" Lirih Arista looked at the body of David who was currently sitting on the chair while crying as he pleased alone.

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