The Love of a Duda Employer

Marry me!

Andre stepped his foot into the bathub. The still-soaking roar seemed to shift his body slightly, giving place to his fierce master.

"Harumnya," whispered the handsome widower while bringing his face closer to the sweet face of Rumanah.

The village girl slightly shuddered amusedly. But this time he must endure and not be consumed by the seduction of his fierce master.

"Don't be long, sir. You must immediately go to work and deliver the princess to school." said Rumanah while holding her fierce employer so as not to nyosor to him.

Andre smiled slightly. "I've asked Meliza to wait in the car. They will be patiently waiting for us, Annabelle." replied the handsome widower as he moved his hand, palpating the flat stomach of Rumanah submerged by foam.

"Ssssssssch!" The roar is hissing like a snake. "Pity them if you wait too long, sir" he said while getting rid of Andre's very naughty and annoying hands.

"Ck, feel more sorry for my little sister, Annabelle. He was already tense and already wanted to eat something. Holy hooch! And this is all because of you." decak the handsome widower while rubbing his face annoyed.

Rumanah rolled her eyes at Andre's face, as she laughed out loud at the sight of her fierce master's face adorned with foam.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!" laughter broke out immediately. Rumanah looked uproariously laughing at her fierce master.

"Hey, why are you laughing, Annabelle!" sumpul Andre was upset.

"Ha ha ha, look at your face, sir. You're funny like a snow doll. Ha ha ha ha ha." said Rumanah on the sidelines of his laughter.

Andre glanced his bead at a glass, immediately he jumped in shock when he saw his face. "Haaaaaaah, you fucking foam!" said the handsome widower while getting rid of the foam on his face.

"Ha ha ha ha, it's not necessary to get rid of, sir. Let the foam be a decoration." Rumanah's seduction that managed to make Andre half upset.

"Ck, suck! How dare you laugh at me, Annabelle!" decak the handsome widower stared intently at his little daughter's nanny.

Rumanah stopped her laughter and threw her face into the air. "Sorry, Sir. You are so funny" said the village girl.

"Funny eyes!" sumpul Andre while moving his hand back on the tiny miss pags owned by Rumanah.

"Ck, come on for a second. It's getting stuck, Belle. You have to take responsibility. It's a pity that my little brother who woke up earlier." the handsome widower was getting annoyed and frustrated. On one hand he wanted to spit out the wood glue from the mouth of his pen mister. But on the other hand he also thought of the little princess and her beautiful secretary who had been waiting.

"There is nothing for me to account for, sir." refuted the village girl as she laid her right hand on her fierce master's face. "It is precisely you who should be responsible to me" he continued, which now looked serious.

Andre caught Rumanah's hand and grasped it tightly. "You want me to take responsibility? All right, I'll take responsibility. I will continue the game." said the handsome widower as he stared fixed bead eyes of his little daughter's nanny.

Rumanah. "That's not what I mean, sir." the village girl said.

Andre frowned. "Lantas, what?" tanyakanya.

Rumanah brought her lips closer to her fierce master's ear. "Married me," he said, which managed to make Andre surprised.

"Haaaaah??? Marry you!?" the handsome widower seemed to round his eyes full.

Rumanah nodded. "Yes, marry me first, if you are married then you will be satisfied to do anything to me. Including making love in this bathub." said the village girl while smiling mischievously.

Andre fell silent and gawked in disbelief. The village girl was really smart.

"Hows it? Do you agree? Mister really want instead of enjoying my body which is still this ori? What else is my crown that is still sealed and I always take care of as best I can. If you want it, then you must marry me." urged the village girl who increasingly frustrated Andre.

"Don't be crazy, deh!" that handsome widower. "I can't marry you, Annabelle. I don't love you at all. You think, getting married is just thinking about se*ks, what?? In fact no, getting married also needs love." said the handsome widower who seemed to suppress every word.

Rumanah smiled as she nodded. "Well, then your wishes, then what happened this morning let us be first and last. I'm taking this as a course on you, sir. Thank you for training me to be a wild woman, bar-bar and binal. My husband must really like my skills later." said the village girl at length.

Andre looked half in disbelief. While Rumanah had risen from her place and walked out of the bathtub.

"Damn it, he said getting married should be out of love. So, playing se*ks does not have to be with love? Damn it, he already thinks of me like j*al*ang!" grunts Rumanah in the heart.

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