Me VS Crazy CEO's

Look at me, touch him

Ica gasped, suddenly her body stiffened violently, like an electric shock, her speech was held in the air when Jihad had cupped her cheeks from behind, and pulled out Ica's head, fusing and immersing her face. Though things like this often Jihad did to him, but still Ica felt shocked and frozen, plus the strange glenyer that he felt when Jihad's big hand went down his spine, giving a sens*ual impression, no longer bristling, the entire fine hair on his body reacted. The afternoon breeze came into the window slit as if to add to the atmosphere of shahdu, only the sound of pleading Ica with my eyes, he said, when both hands Jihad is playing around the point of the cent sitive.

"I want you, " whispered Jihad.

"Look.."

As if not to give Ica a chance to answer, Jihad passed the entire white dress Ica. He twisted his body, then carried Ica towards the bed that was still spread by rose petals. Confine Ica's body, looking at her as fixed and intense, as if she were storing it in her deepest memory. As Jihad took the stance of opening his shirt, Ica turned her gaze to the side, making Jihad even more anxious about it. He did not dare to look at his own half-closed body.

Jihad knew Ica was nervous. Now the sixpeck body and bicep muscle that he had once appeared in front of people when they were in High School, and it is still awake until now, even more clay like it, like that, once Ica who had made it, now it belongs to Ica completely, if Ica did not have permission to touch it, from this moment it was all hers only for him.

Jihad grabs both of Ica's cheeks to lead to her.

"Look at me, touch her.." Jihad directed Ica's hand to touch her chest to her stomach, her heartbeat increasingly erratic. Jihad wants to make this first experience memorable for him and Ica, not one-sided satisfaction.

Jihad grabs Ica's chin and drowns her face again, bringing Ica back into a drunken asm ara, a soul kissing so intoxicating, with a hand that never quietly roams, with a, leaving his track record on every inch of Ica's smooth skin surface, Ica happily lets him do it more and more. Sen sasi new that they can make both dusty although not in a race and fight for trophies, pounding though not waiting for an achievement. When the great hand of Jihad reached the source of the life of a human belonging to Ica, Ica was really like being carried away and flew to nirvana studded with millions of stars, as if not wanting to return. Bringing Ica scooped a nik matan inexplicable to make Ica's back curved, and back... the melodious and hoarse voice begging to be completed immediately it echoed making the brain of Jihad increasingly overrun by the whack of fog gave it energy that many times to swing together to the dock of love, dar ah her rustling until it makes her hot and sultry. Jihad stretched the distance between his face and Ica, making Ica scoop the air greedily, Ica look chaotic with my eyes and helpless under the hood of Jihad who lowered her head, Ica said, making the distance between the two really does not exist, even the warmth of each other is so pronounced, the roar of breath that is mutually simple, and, and the right eye darkens because the fog asks to be immediately applied as soon as it is seen.

Ica just nodded, no words coming out of this usual chatty mouth. Either because he enjoyed the penny of the god given Jihad or indeed he was too embarrassed, which is clearly the penny of the god so that Ica became a woman who was so lucky, so appreciated and respected. Jihad is not a pro player, he is still very beginner, but it can all happen naturally with the capital of wanting to satisfy each other.

Jihad knows to equally reach the summit he and Ica must be equally lulled and drifted, somehow to how many seconds, to how much, now the last cloth attached has been laid on the wooden floor with some rose petals, and then Ica can no longer control her mouth that raved by occasionally saying

"I want to pee,"

"Bee, watch out !"

"Udah is not strong, "

Instead of staying away from Jihad instead ventured further and further into Ica, every inch he was kissed and he was smoky, enjoying what he said was his dinner menu even became the afternoon menu.

Ica me leng uh, many times the fingers lentiknya mere mas bed sheet.

"Now bee, "pinta Ica with her hoarse voice and pleading gaze.

Jihad smiled, "you will get it, baby.." he whispered.

Ica flinched when something entered her, there was a sense of pain and obstruction there. But it didn't make him scream and cry. Jihad kissed his forehead soft and old, then their adventure began, a sense of alien that is able to make both of them complacent and forget the world, both wandering together into the sky full of beauty, the two of them wander together, adrift in a sea of love, driving in the sea as mara, rolled up waves has rat until finally scooped the peak of love together.

Even after their first adventure, Jihad was reluctant to stop, until Ica's breath was stung even the man seemed to never run out of energy, seeing the chaotic Ica even made him more excited.

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"Magribnya missed, "Ica snatched. Jihad scratched his nape did not itch, because of his again several times, they so skipped the maghrib prayer.

"Yes take a shower, your body is sticky."

"You carried it or can it be alone ?" Ica who had just collected the splinters of his life, on her return from the moon glanced at the clock on her mobile phone, it had already passed from magrib. Ica patted Jihad's shoulder, right said Kara's pain just now, just now while adventuring with her body seemed to be in the lift floating up the clouds, but after all finished his body that was above the clouds was blown to the bottom of the abyss to crumble dimly, especially at the core.

Jihad revealed a blanket made Ica hold her blanket on the chest so as not to be exposed.

"Alvian Jihad !!! ga tau shy, "squeak Ica when she saw the body of her husband's jar, Jihad laughed crisply and grabbed her pants, stepping without sin by just wearing bo xer pants only, Jihad said, to the side of Ica's bed, Ica gasped as her body suddenly lifted from the bed to the bathroom, and suddenly poked her hands around Jihad's neck, pulling a pinch of the same Jihad's hair as random.

"You take a bath here, tend to first, so that the pain can subside. If I still can't walk, then I go back to my room, I take a bath in my previous room, " said Jihad put Ica in the bathtub.

"Don't be long, " replied Ica Ketus.

"Yes, why ? still not satisfied ?" kekeh Jihad was awarded the Ica Plot.

Jihad came out of the bathroom, picked up his shirt and trousers and walked out of the room. Ica soaked for a while, she squinted as she looked at the red wound on her chest.

"This is why my chest ?! when do I scratch, you know red !" he then braced himself holding the edge of the bathtub and stepped towards the mirror in the bathroom.

Ica glared in disbelief, the same red was found along the neck, chest and certain parts that were definitely the point of her square cent, she gasped, "astaga ! so much is !" Ica recalled a wound like this she had seen at breakfast in the neck....

"Jihaddd !!!!"

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