The Love of a Duda Employer

Blood on bed linen

Rumanah tightly hugged the body of her secret husband who had just tore off her hymen, snatching away the chastity she had been taking good care of. Sweat, tears and blood seemed to be strong evidence if he was fully owned by his secret husband.

Andre regulated his dull and irregular breathing. After a few minutes he broke the mistress of his sirri wife's miss vags, finally the handsome man had squirted the mayonnaise on the stomach of his wife sirri. Of course he will not sow his seed in the womb of his wife. He did not want his wife to get pregnant before they legalized their marriage in the eyes of the state.

"Thank you, Belle. You're so great tonight." Andre let go of his embrace and spread his body beside his wife.

Rumanah gave a small smile as she rolled her bead eyes on her sticky stomach exposed to the mayonnaise that Andre sprayed there.

"Together, Sir. I hope you don't leave me after this," replied Rumanah as she shuddered at the occasional glance at her own stomach.

"That's not gonna do, Belle. You'll be my only wife. I promise that one day I will reveal our marriage to the princess, Ferhat, my parents and your parents. I'm gonna publicize our wedding. You don't have to worry about anything." Andre spoke while hugging the chest of his sirri wife warmly.

Rumanah fell silent and looked at the ceiling of her room. "Is this man serious about all his words? Why did he make me his wife so quickly and say that I would be his only wife. That is to say, there will be no other woman in his heart but me." - Rumanah in the heart.

Andre looked up at his face and looked closely at the beautiful face of his wife who looked clearly like she was worried about something. "What's up, Annabelle? What makes your mind go wrong? Are you still not sure of all my words?" assault Andre full of sightseeing.

Rumanah opened her eyes and shook her head and revealed her small smile. "No, Mister. I was just thinking about how to clean the sticky liquid that covered my stomach. Holy hooch! This is very disgusting." refuted the village girl who seemed to divert on another topic.

"He he he he he, you are so insolent, Annabelle!" andre's great-grandson accompanied his cengenges.

"Braudless how, sir? Are you not the insolent? How can you dirty my stomach," Rumanah's protest that seemed to suppress his every utterance.

Andre rounded his eyes full and stared intently at his wife. "What??? So you don't take it with all this? Does that mean you want me to spray my precious seeds in your womb?" the handsome man was full of emphasis.

Rumanah looked stunned and rounded her eyes full. "Huh? No no! That's not what I mean, sir." elak woman who comes from that village.

"Wantas? What do you want? I threw this precious seed of mine in your stomach so you wouldn't get pregnant. Don't you want to get pregnant soon? Gosh, you really pissed me off" the handsome man chirped with all his annoyance.

"He he he he, don't be upset, sir. We just made love and praised each other's greatness. It is very unpretentious if Master nags like this on me. He he he," said Rumanah who seemed to grin without sin.

Andre rolled his lazy eyeballs and rubbed his rough face. "How could I not be upset! While my wife herself dared to lay my precious seeds was something disgusting. Holy hooch! And, you don't accept what I did to you. To be honest my heart is so sliced by your words, Annabelle!" cerocos the handsome man who managed to make Rumanah chuckle amusedly.

"Hi hi hi hi hi hi, why are you getting cussy and chatty, sir? Is it because you've gotten a bite from my mis vags? Ha ha ha, you are really cute and adorable!" rumanah said as she pinched her handsome husband's cheek.

Andre pursed his lips acting annoyed. "Funny eyes! It's so fuckin' ugly!" andre's great-grandson accompanied his claws.

"Huh? Embarrassment, Tuaaaaan. Ha ha ha," Rumanah continued with her grumpy laughter.

"Ha ha ha ha ha, I mean so, Belle." Andre laughed and rubbed his wife's neck.

"Ha ha ha, you Daddy princessss," hissed Rumanah.

"Ha ha ha, you Mommy princess," replied Andre.

"What's? Mommy?" seloroh Rumanah with a sharp look.

"He he he, I mean his Mother princeeeessss," replied Andre accompanied his cengenges.

"Well, that's dong!" rumanah said as she crossed her arms.

Andre smiled and looked at the beautiful face of his wife. "Belle, after I noticed, your face is very pretty and adorable. But, honestly, I was very surprised at you. Why did you look cumpang camping and look so ugly at that time? Though originally you were very beautiful and always make me anxious," finally the handsome man revealed his astonishment all along.

Rumanah was silent for a moment and threw her gaze at the ceiling of her secret husband's room. "Why is he asking this? Should I answer it? But ... I don't want him to know." said Rumanah inwardly.

"Emh, what happened at that time, sir? Hasn't that already passed? And now you will no longer see me that way. Believe me! Because if I were like that again, I'm sure you'd leave me. Hu hu hu" said Rumanah who was reluctant to answer her secret husband's question.

Andre smiled slightly and gently rubbed his wife's pretty face. "No one, Belle. I was just curious about it. Because, you look like you're undercover." chirped Andre who managed to make Rumanah round his eyes full.

"Huh? That's not true, sir. I'd better go to the bathroom first! I'm so uncomfortable with this sticky liquid, sir. And look at this, goshaaaa!" Rumanah inched up and stared in shock at the bedsheets covered in her virgin blood.

"What's up?" asked Andre who was also inching up.

"Here, his blood is soiling your bedsheets, sir." Rumanah replied with an anxious look on her face.

Andre smiled slightly as he gently rubbed the head of his wife's sirri. "It's okay, it's proof that you're just mine, Annabelle. And about this sheet .. I'll throw it away. So, no one will ever know about your virginity blood" the handsome man explained in a soft voice.

Rumanah covered her gaping mouth, her bead eyes still staring at the jelly on the blood soiling the bedsheet. Apparently, she had actually given up her virginity to her secret husband.

"Good God, my God! I really gave my chastity to this man. The man who only made me his wife. May my marriage last and only death separate." said Rumanah in the heart.

"What's up, Belle? Do you want to capture these memories? Maybe you want to cut these sheets and put your virginity blood in your purse? He he he he he," said Andre disperse the daydream of his sirri wife.

Rumanah smiled at her feet. "No, Mister. I'm guessing you're the one who's gonna let this bed sheet in your room to be a memento. For example, you make this bed sheet as a window curtain of your room. Or you will make this sheet a blanket that will—" Rumanah seemed to hang her speech when suddenly Andre patted his eel.

A plaaakkk!

"Aauuuw!" Rumanah grimacing.

"You're like crazy, Annabelle!" great-grandson Andre stared flatly at his wife.

"Huh? A madman? What did you say? How dare I be crazy. Holy jeez!" rumanah protest does not accept.

"He he he he, I mean the one who made me crazy about you. Ha ha ha ha!" seloroh Andre accompanied by his laughter.

Rumanah rolled her eyes and revealed her small smile. "Dam, dreadlocks!" his his hiss then inched down from the king-size bed.

Andre looked chuckled and looked at his wife's body from behind. "She's really adorable." her inner voice said.

Meanwhile, Rumanah seemed to have entered the bathroom in her secret husband's room.

"Belle, just clean your stomach and miss your pags. Take a shower with me!" andre shouted full of urgency.

There was no answer, it seemed that Rumanah had not heard or perhaps had deliberately not responded.

Andre smiled meaningfully as he stared at the blood soiling the young gray bedsheet. "Annabelle, I've finally gotten you." he muttered softly.

Realizing that the hairy snake feels sticky, Andre hurriedly looked for wet tissue to clean the snake fur is already lackluster.

"Aish, good job, little brother. After this you will often get rations from the beautiful woman." Andre spoke to his manhood while cleaning it using a wet tissue.

Guys, what is the reason why Rumanah dressed up as Annabelle's doll when she first set foot in the big city and met Mr Andre? If you are curious, then continue to follow the story of the two of them. The author will uncover the riddle that revolves in Andre's head.

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