Love Revenge of the Mafia

part 38's

Hana opened her eyes. He glanced at the slightly opened horden with the sun peeking right into his eyes. He put away the blanket that covered his body, but found a hand on his silvery circular edge. Almost surprised, but he remembered if he slept in the room arga mala mini and bed together. He seemed to smile immediately, his plan to wake up he delayed in order to enjoy an arga hug on him.

Hana really enjoyed it all, he even deliberately cooled the ac so that the arga was getting cold and more tightly hugging his body at that time. But instead of cold, inexplicably arga was agitated and felt the heat getting hotter in his body.

“Kak why?” ask Hana, who then turned the body to face him. And suddenly it made the thin rope in the part of her dress open. Arga opened his eyes slowly, but his gaze was immediately focused on one beautiful spot on the body at that moment.

“Kakak? Wanna wake? Coincidentally it was morning, so_..” Hana's words were thrown. Arga did not let him go at all at this time, instead continued to reach for his body to hug as hard as his strength. Even flipped her body to back her up until she freely embraced it from behind.

Hana had a happy smile because the lure had succeeded. Arga buried his face in the hana at this moment, even brutally peeling at the back of his neck. Until more and more felt, if Arga's hand began to look for a beautiful circle on the chest and play it.

“Aaah!! Brother arga!” Hana shrieks softly. Arga has been shrouded in the blur of this ghai rah sat, and it seems impossible to be prevented anymore. Arga was getting exposed to her body and so brutally started his fondling.

Hana's face grabbed her from behind, and she started to attack her lips. Hands continue to guerrilla, even looking for the most sensitive core in his wife's body. Hana at that time did not stop wriggling like a hot worm, mee rang until his body bouncy. Even until a strong han village came out of his lips, a sign that he had just reached the first beautiful peak with only the fingers of the arga fingers.

Their game continues this morning, sometimes even making sure that arga is actually just delirious or really wants it at this time. But stupid, anyway they both enjoy and the game continues until both reach the top of each. Until the arga finally fell on Hana's body and a little long pampered there.

Meanwhile, sofi is currently in prison. He went in and started asking for the name of Arga there.

Sofi was just pensive to see it. He ranted Hans remarks about the owner of the club who also has the name arga, although he doubted that Arga got the capital and property from where to drive a club of that size.

"Just two weeks? How can two weeks_... Jesus, Arga. Why is there so much mystery in your life?"muttered Sofi, as if he still could not believe if it was all that he meant all this time.

At this moment, Sofi was pondering on the edge of the room, staring at all the room dwellers who were cleaning their current residence. But Sofi was silent and kept daydreaming so blankly in her mind.

"Sometimes, what we see well is not worthy of adoration. But what we consider evil, that's what's secretly protecting us."

Sofi was startled to hear that, when suddenly a middle-aged man sat down and spoke next to her. It was said to be old, but the man was actually still quite burly and so dazzling.

"I mean, Father? You talk to me??" sofi asked him.

"What do you think? The world is just camouflage, sometimes what we see doesn't match reality."

"Hm....Yes, maybe that's the reality." answered sofi as it is, who is actually lazy to pierce people he does not know but dare to sit near him and familiar like this.