Loving Addiction

Massaging it 18+

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Then he continued walking with help from Santi. Arriving at the bed he then settles down, while continuing to grimace in pain.

"Argggh what is our future?" Tanya Rifki teases Santi.

"Maybe in such pain he seduces me" said Santi's heart.

"What if my junior can't stand up anymore?" Ask Rifki while continuing to tease Santi.

"Jan loudly talking, embarrassed by Mr. Ki" Pinta Santi who was also disgusted to hear what Santi said.

"Surely your father too if the same thing happens will be like me, Let's help me heal this pain" Rifki said.

"I'm sorry" Santi said.

"Sorry won't cure this pain". Rifki.

"Keep me how?" Ask Santi.

"Help my junior to stand up!" Rifki's Order.

"Huh"

Santi was surprised, how possible, lest he have to do something strange But he also did not want his future threatened because the junior Rifki could not stand up.

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"Why silence?" Ask Rifki.

"Flis ya Ki, don't be weird deh" Pinta Santi pleaded.

"Too the polite husband!" Grumpy Rifki with his upset face.

"It's polite, it's not polite how else?" Santi asked who felt he had no fault.

"Would a husband call a name?" Ask Rifki who does not like the words of Santi who is considered disrespectful.

"I'm sorry, I need an adaptation." Santi replied while showing her forced smile.

"How is this my junior?" Ask Rifki back on the initial topic.

"Well, how do I not know" replied Santi with a confused face.

"You have to take the responsibility!" Rifki warned.

"How should I go?" Santi asked who was confused.

"Make him stand up again. This is our future" Pinta Rifki teased Santi.

"How'd it go?" Santi asked again with a plain pretended face. She knew what her husband wanted to do.

"Don't be so innocent, make me more nervous, both perverted brain as well" Rifki began to tease Santi again.

"Eh do not be careless you are, you are a pervert" replied Santi who did not receive in the words.

"Alah use ngeles again" Rifki continued to tease Santi with her soft tone.

"This is a mode, right? Pretend to be sick, right?" Santi asked who was beginning to not believe the pain felt by Rifki.

Indeed, the pain felt by Rifki is not that severe. However, it's just Rifki's wits to replace his first night last night.

"Yes, I don't believe it. Maybe he already doesn't care about his future" replied Rifki putting on an annoyed face with his manyun lips.

"Bodo is very, very cool how is my junior?" Ask Rifki back to the earliest topic.

"I have to how Rifkianda?, I don't know" replied Santi with his plain pretence.

"Massage her!" Rifki orders by putting up his sneaky face. Looks like the plan will work soon.

"Huh?" Santi asked in shock.

"Yes massage come on!" Rifki's orders were confirmed.

"Ah ah not ah" said Santi.

"Do not take responsibility for what you have done?" Rifki said with her distinctive tone.

"The responsibility is responsibility but not Gini Rifkianda." Reply to Santi who was astonished.

"Please get me a sarong so you can massage it!" Rifki's Order.

Then Santi took it and helped replace the pants in Rifki wear with a glove cloth. Hopefully with him he forgets that I should massage his juniors, prayers in my heart.

"Argggh is slow baby, my junior is still sick." Rifki.

"Now please take responsibility for his actions" continued Rifki.

Then with Santi forced to approach Rifki's body, his hands began massaging Rifki's calves. Somehow if the massage Santi did not dare. Emang mode si Rifki tuh any-anya.

"What pain, what massage." Grouser Rifki.

"Wait for it" replied Santi.

"Come on top of it dong" Pinta Rifki who to many times.

"The one above?" Santi asked by putting on his innocent face.

"Yes this" replied Rifki while pointing at her inheritance.

With hesitation then Santi his hand now moved upwards down the man's leg. Now Santi's hand was holding Rifki's thigh covered by the glove.

The heart of Rifki dag dig dug, will this happen?. That morning Rifki's desire was so high. The smooth hand that was tracing the contents in the sheath made it no longer bear the taste.

"Tok, tok, tok" the sound of knocking on the door of the room immediately made Santi surprised and took out his hand from inside the Rifki sheath that had just touched his thigh.

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Who's knocking on whose door is disturbing?

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