Spoiled Thug
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DONI trembled, Gita picked him up from home and took him to the Gita Apartment, and it's night now.
Doni sits restlessly on the side of the bed, waiting for Gita in the bathroom.
"This.punishment how.sih.." murmured uneasily, he wanted to be flanked this motheraaaaa.
Cklek.
Doni's heart beat fast, especially when Gita came out of the bathroom without carrying anything in her hands.
Slowly Gita sat next to Doni, she glanced at the trembling Doni in her seat. "Why? Scared?." asked Gita coldly.
Doni flinched, he shook his head slowly to get the speech. "Here, sit on my thigh." said Gita.
Doni said, he stood up and sat on Gita's side. "Reverse, sleep on my thigh. Stumping." Doni froze again.
Here he wants to flapain anyway. Slowly Doni does everything the Gita tells him to do.
"Udah.." great-grandson with a reddened face.
Gita grinned, she stroked Doni's ass slowly. The guy had stiffened for a while, fortunately Gita did not descend his pants.
"Doni wants to be flanked." his great-grandson trembled.
"Shut, just shut up."
Doni kicep, he smothered his lips so he wouldn't make a sound. The Gita took something from the nightstand drawer, something shaped like a hand.
It is made of iron.
"It's punishment for a bad boy, counting to 30." Gita said.
His hand lifted and started swinging towards Doni's butt.
THE PLAQUE!
"A-ah.one.."
THE PLAQUE!
"Eumh.two.."
THE PLAQUE!
"Hiks.three.."
THE PLAQUE!
"Ahh.hiks.four.huhu.."
"Don't cry!"
THE PLAQUE!
"Huaaaa.hiks.cz.limaa.."
"I said don't cry!"
"But sakiiit my ass Gita.hiks.."
THE PLAQUE!
"Uhh.hiks.six.."
THE PLAQUE!
"Hiks.seven.sickness.."
THE PLAQUE!
"Ahh.eight.."
THE PLAQUE!
"Hiks.nine.."
THE PLAQUE!
"Ugh.hiks..ten.eungh.."
Doni had already begun to lose consciousness, his face flushed with saliva dripping from the corner of his lips.
His butt was pulsing violently at this moment.
"Sickness.hiks.." she groaned.
Gita does not pity, it is punishing a bad boy gabby half-and-half huh.
He swung the thing in his hand again.
THE PLAQUE!
The PLACA!
"Twelve.hiks.."
THE PLAQUE!
"Ti.ga.been.."
THE PLAQUE!
"Em.pat.welve.hiks.."
THE PLAQUE!
"Five.teen.hiks..
THE PLAQUE!
"Sixteen.hiks."
THE PLAQUE!
"Seventeen.hiks.."
The sound of Doni getting weaker and longer, Gita glanced at the face of Doni who was like a stoned person.
Finally Gita stopped the spaking. "Eighteen.hiks.."
"Nineteen.hiks.."
"Twenty—"
"Udah Doni's. Stop counting, it's done." Gita said worriedly.
Doni seemed to lose his mind, he continued to count until the number thirty, only after he fainted unconscious.
Gita doesn't know if the effect will be like this, pity it.
Slowly she lifted Doni's body and put him on the bed.
Gita stood up and walked towards the medicine cabinet. He's got to treat Doni's red ass.
His ass will swell tomorrow, he'll wake up tomorrow.
Gita sat back on the edge of the mattress, then stroked Doni's light brown hair softly.
"Pity."
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At midnight, Gita hears someone's moans. Not a woman but a man, Gita opened her eyes slowly.
He loaded for a moment, then turned towards the trembling Doni.
"Sakiit.hiks..sick Gita.hiks..sick.." she's delirious.
Slowly, Gita touches Doni's forehead, hot. She's ill.
To stop the concoction of Doni, Gita took the pacifier in the nightstand, he had prepared all the needs of Doni here.
Because later they will live in the Gita Apartment.
"Saakiit-"
Plums.
Gita put the pacifier into Doni's mouth, just sucked it straight away.
Funny, her lips twitched.
Gita got off the bed and walked back to the medicine cabinet. He's looking for bye-bye fever, if compressed using gabisa cloth.
Surely it will fall because Doni sleep on his stomach, so mending taped koyok— pasted bye-bye fever to stick to his forehead.
When she finished, Doni calmed down and fell asleep.
While Gita saw the clock was already at half 5, it was dawn and she had to pray at dawn at 5.
If you sleep again, you'll have bad luck.
"Mending me Tahajud bertar." Besides still half 5, he can tahajud for a while while waiting for dawn.
Then continue cooking in the kitchen.
"Doni, I'm sorry Gita ya.." she said as she rubbed Doni's light brown hair, and kissed her.
...Poor this baby gedenya....
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