Loving Addiction

Heirloom Objects 18+

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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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Then Santi walked towards the door.

"Alhamdulillah I so there alesan do not want a junior massage the perverted guy" said Santi happily in the heart.

"Who the hell is that?, just disturb" Grigu Rifki in heart.

Then Santi opened the door to the room. His father was standing at the door.

"Yes, father, rich never young, use to disturb people, but it will soon be ..." Rifki said in her heart filled with disappointment.

"Dad what's wrong?" Ask Santi.

"So my father wanted to leave your mother, but it did not" replied Mr. Agus.

"Why yeah?" Ask Santi again.

"Fear to bother you both." Pak Agus replied with a teasing tone while smiling thinly.

But in Santi's heart he was happy because maybe this was his chance not to do it with Rifki. Because if he continues to be in the room it could-can Rifki keep teasing her.

"No, no bother at all" replied Santi.

"Don't lie, your husband is still wearing a sarong while waiting for you. Before the shower again last night." Tempt Mr. Agus with a smile.

"It's me taking a shower, so I want to take care of my mother" replied Santi.

"Hair is dry too. Don't be shy Dad was young too. Just go ahead there!" Pak Agus kept teasing Santi.

*Tempting here has another meaning. Not a tease worthy of her a lover.

Agus then left the room. And Santi then went to his room again.

"Your father is very understanding" Rifki told Santi.

"Arggggggh this is why the pain is not lost" Rifki put up his face in pain to provoke Santi's sympathy.

"Don't be so hard about being ashamed of others" Santi said.

"Bodoamat, you don't know how it hurts" replied Rifki.

"Keep me how?" The question came out of Santi's mouth.

"Step again" replied Rifki with her delicate voice.

"But don't need to be that, anyway? I'm disgusted with it" said Santi annoyed.

"It's polite to talk to your husband" said Rifki with her flat face.

"Yes sorry" replied Santi.

Rifki continued to ask Santi to massage his heirloom, and with forced Santi also tried to massage it even though Santi just kneaded Rifki's thigh. He did not dare to move his hand to the upper one.

"Hopefully she will be aroused and willing to do so" Rifki said in a hopeful heart.

Because Rifki continued to ask him to massage up, Santi finally ventured himself to shift little by little his hand. He thought they were also husband and wife so maybe if he held it would not be a problem.

The touch and softness of Santi's hand made Rifki could not bear the desire. The junior below was already standing. Indeed, from earlier the pain was gone, everything Rifki said was just his wits.

His hand kept shifting upward, until he clenched the hardened part of his body. And it makes Santi's mind is not careless, can not be denied indeed Santi tried not to do it but can not be denied he is also a normal woman who needs it to meet her biological needs.

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