The Love of a Duda Employer

Sweet and delicious

Warning: There are some scenes that should be avoided for those of you who are not old enough and for those who do not have a husband or wife.

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The atmosphere of the morning, the morning that makes a sweet village girl feel her life will be blessed in that morning. Gurgling rainwater that is able to be caught by the sense of hearing so that makes the atmosphere more soothing. Yes, just now the rain that fell from the sky had managed to wet the earth. Incidentally, the window of the handsome widower room was wide open at that moment. Yes, Andre always let the morning air into his room.

When the heart wants to scream, the rustling of the rain cools the heart. When the soul wants to rebel, the morning wind seems to ask it to refuse. Like a slave in the colonial era and in the days of Jahiliyah. Two legs tied, two hands unable to help him. This difficulty, so makes a sweet girl more depressed and seem resigned to reality.

There was no more energy that he released, after a while the village girl revolted and tried to escape from the confines of her fierce master, he said, the village girl who may be poor now seems resigned and silent while staring at the rain that soaked the earth.

It was raining, perhaps one of the signs that a sweet girl was in a zone of sadness. Whether sad as what, really only the village girl can feel it.

"Do you still want to rebel and try to escape?" asked a grown man who was staring intently at the village girl.

Rumanah. He could not say a word to his master. His mouth and heart could barely interact.

"You're so adorable and curious about me, Annabelle." the handsome widower rubbed his face and smeared his own lips. And honestly, Rumanah was very fascinated to see the good looks of her fierce master.

"Sir, what exactly do you want to do? I—" not until Rumanah finished his speech, suddenly Andre interrupted him.

"It seems you are very curious and impatient, Annabelle" said the handsome widower who managed to make Rumanah terjankan shocked.

"No, it's not so, sir." elak the village girl.

Andre smiled nosily and sat his butt next to his daughter's nanny who was also sitting there. In a state of bound hands and feet, the village girl looked weak and could do nothing.

"Annabelle" said Andre half-whispering to Rumanah's ear. And, argh! It made Rumanah feel amused and goosebumps.

"Yes, Sir? Don't waste precious time. Maybe down there your daughter is waiting to leave for school soon. And it may be that in your company, someone who is very beneficial to the well-being of your company is waiting for your arrival. So, you should now let me go and let's start the activity in the cold morning because of this rain" said Rumanah at length.

Andre smiled small and was so anxious at the village girl who turned out to have tiny and thin lips. "You're good at monologuing now, Annabelle" said the handsome widower as he pinched his daughter's nanny's chins that were almost shaped like apples. Slightly round but taper and there is a hemisphere at the end of his chin when he is talking or smiling.

As it turned out, many privileges were in the body of the village girl. But not many people know. Because, Rumanah never highlight its privileges. The speciality of Rumanah, to the extent that it makes Andre does not want to let go of this golden opportunity. Where rainwater becomes the main role that makes the erotic and sensual atmosphere more created there.

Rumanah smiled at her thin smile. To be honest he was very happy because the fierce master who so often turned his face and scolded him, now as if interested in him. However, there was no right for Rumanah to be overconfident. It is possible, the village girl only became a handsome widower's meal when she was bored.

The handsome widower looked at the sweet face of Rumanah who turned away from him. Instantly, the pulse in his heart grew as he glanced at an object called the lips. Her lips were tiny, thin, and pink. Almost natural without liptin polish.

"Annabelle," called the fierce master in a soft voice.

Rumanah turned her head and looked at the handsome face of her fierce master. "Yes?" said it.

Andre smiled as he stared fixedly at the sweet face of the village girl. While Rumanah also seemed not to turn away from staring at the handsome face of his fierce master. Yes, Andre is handsome. The whole world would admit that. And, which normal woman did not tremble and was transfixed as the dashing handsome widower brought his face closer to the face...

"Dag dug, dag dug." Rumanah's heart beat incessantly. Andre's handsome face was getting closer to his face. His pitch-black bead of eyes was almost driven to the brink.

"What's wrong with my heart?" rumanah said in his heart.

"Cuppp!!!"

A sweet kiss managed to land on the lips of the Rumanah ruum. Ah, with the sweetness of Andre kissed those thin lips. And the owner of the lips looked glued and looked expectantly at the kisser.

"Huh, did he kiss my lips? What's the matter? Where is the wind from? God, why my heart? Why heart? Why is everyone not in front of me. Ah, why do I only see this fierce master in front of me? And why would I want to do more? Aaaaaaaah, what should I do? Happy or sad?" cerocos Rumana in the heart.

Andre smiled slightly. Seeing Rumanah who was silent and almost seemed resigned, made Andre more brave and excited. Until without Rumanah guessing before, the fierce master again landed his lips on the ranum lips of the village girl.

Instantly Rumana was closed, receiving the sweet kiss that her fierce master gave her. This time, however, it was not just kissing and tasting. But, the fierce master tried to suck and smear*at lips ranum which is very delicious and sweet taste. Of course delicious and sweet, because the handsome widower was the first to enjoy the sweet lips of the village girl.

"Uuuuh, what is this? Lip kiss? Oh, my God, why am I silent? What am I supposed to do? While I am very happy to get it." Rumanah said inwardly.

"Crazy, it tastes so good. Sweet and so delicious. Did this village girl never kiss? Oh, my God, even he kept quiet without replying to my luma*tan." Andre said in his heart.

Andre continues to smear*at and suck the lips ranum just silent. Of course Rumanah did not understand and did not know anything. The village girl had never done that before. And now, why does it feel like the village girl doesn't want to end the game?

Oh lovely. In the cold morning atmosphere flushed by the rain, the dry soul that languished as if it had been soaked by the lips that her fierce master gave.

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More gemes! Approximately, after this Rumanah will regret it not huh?