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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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Rifki felt it, the heirloom of hers was already headed by Santi.
Maybe because Rifki could not stand it and Santi was not hypocritical because honestly he needed it, finally that morning he both did the game.
It was such a beautiful morning for both of them, for they felt what a real pleasure the world was. The room was a silent witness to the screams of pleasure they felt. Even though they had tried not to be noisy, but they felt that the world felt that they were both without anyone else around.
Indeed, they have done the same game, but now for them is different. At that time Santi did it because he had to whereas now he enjoys it.
For hours they did that hot game. Until they stop doing it now. They were relieved that someone had come out there. It seemed like they were so exhausted.
"Thank you baby, this kind of pleasure I've never felt before. Rifki said while stroking Santi's hair.
"Didn't you enjoy my body before?" Santi asked astonished by Rifki's words.
"Is he so tired that he forgets what has happened" said Santi.
"If I can be honest, I was affected by a lot of alcohol so I was not aware of what happened" replied Rifki.
It is true, before Rifki went to the hotel he stopped by his friend's house, and there he was given an alcoholic drink so that he did not realize that he had threatened Santi until depressed to fulfill his depraved napsu.
"I don't believe it one bit, it's just your defense, right not to look guilty?" Ask Santi.
"It's up to you to believe it or not, which I'm obviously sorry for" Rifki replied.
Then Santi left Rifki to clean up to the bathroom. He opened the door and continued walking towards the bathroom near the kitchen. The bathroom in the house had only one.
"Hopefully no one, if anything I can be ashamed of". Santi said quietly as he continued to step up.
"Udah finished?" Ask Agus calmly.
Surprised, Santi stopped his steps.
"What's finished, Dad?" Santi asked pretending not to know the meaning of Pak Agus' question.
"Your voice was heard all the way here" said Mr. Agus teasing his son.
*Tempting here is not like flirting with a lover.
"Huh? Which is really yah?" Santi asked with that shy face.
"Ayaah ih" Rengek Santi spoiled.
"Well don't bother my wife, she's still shy about pity" Rifki said from back there.
"Yes already Ki, if you want to be stronger later father love the recipe" said Mr. Agus with a laugh.
"Catet yes yes" replied Rifki.
"Don't use strong medicine I'm tired, how will." Santi's grouse in the heart.
"Udah Sana took a quick shower, not good in the long delay" said Mr. Agus.
"Don't forget the shampooing" he said as he walked away leaving them.
"I don't want to take a shower together, there's a..." Gerrutu Santi's.
"Eh who would" replied Rifki cutting.
"There, I wait here" he said.
"You're looking forward to it!" Santi.
"No need to hide. I've seen it all too" replied Rifki with a laugh.
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They see them getting along like this. I hope no one makes their relationship come back.
How's the next story?
Yu keep following his story 🐾
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Mon mff if there are still many typo 🙏