The Mystery of Jovan Love - An Unexpected End
Part Two One
The Whispering of the Nocuous
With a body that was still slightly shivering, and sweating coldly, as well as an empty mind, Jovan followed Mother Fahira who walked by holding her right arm very gently.
"Mom, ki.we're out.." Jovan spoke for a moment after standing right in front of the wide, high side door leaf. He also tried to release the hand of Mother Fahira who continued to hold and pull gently.
The woman who had been possessed by orgasm to the crown, responded with a flirtatious smile. His two clear black eyeballs and belo, staring softly at the face of the man decorated with clear circles of cold sweat.
"We're in Jo, it's not good here there's CCTV, it's suspected by the security guard." Mother Fahira reasoned.
"Ta.ta.but Ma'am." Jovan tries to gather consciousness to resist and dismiss all the strange whispers that begin to come back to haunt his mind.
"Udah deh, we're inside, let's talk more freely. Nothing's gonna happen, okay." Mother Fahira continues to try to convince Jovan while holding back Jovan's hands and sensitive parts.
"You are too small, if you can open it freely inside. So the banana's horn can be free from the crush of the narrow pants, okay!" continued Mother Fahira with a smile that plays flirt and tease.....
Mother Fahira's soft hands held a handsome face with sharp noses, with firm jaws and thick eyebrows. "You are very handsome and manly, Jo," he whispered softly
Jovan slightly held back the pace of his body. But the review of the smile and beautiful face of Mother Fahira who continues to tease her, again shakes the defense of the faith of the man who never left the obligation to pray five times. Slowly but surely his feet stepped through the wide and high door leaf.
Once inside the room, Jovan's heart pounded. His entire body felt drifting in increasingly slow steps. His imagination and imagination instantly soared, flying beyond the height of the clouds. Imagine something she had never felt.
Jovan swallowed his own saliva. Her eyes were a little wildly staring at the hip of Mother Fahira who was swaying erotically as she walked up one rung after another of the stairs right in front of her eyes.
The body of an 18-year-old is hot. Slightly powerless, yet strangely still strong enough to continue his steps. Although a little shaky and all over his body shook like a fever.
Arriving on the second floor, Mother Fahira turned her body. For a moment he was stunned staring at the tall dashing figure in a tighter black t-shirt and pants. His athletic, stocky curves contain a perfect print. Common sense and logic of Mother Fahira eroded its charm.
"Why do you talk again? sit yu!" Mother Fahira said spoiled while closing her tujuh while draping her hands on Jovan's neck.
Jovan's common sense immediately crashed, exposed to the magic of glaring eyes and exciting women who had been considered as a super great woman.
They were looking at each other from a very close distance. The forehead and some parts of his front body are docked and fused.
"Joe.." The seductive spoiled call glides melodiously from the lips of the woman who is being humbled.
"I.i.iya Bun," replied Jovan with a more intense sound vibration. As much as his energy tried to control the heartbeat and the strange whirling that was raging in his soul.
Mother Fahira's right hand slipped from Jovan's neck, then landed gently on the most sensitive part.
"The pants are getting narrower, huh?" whispered Mother Fahira.
Jovan nodded. His young blood roiled violently, his romantic fur standing. Regardless of which demon taught her, Jovan's two hands suddenly moved around hugging her waist which spread a soft perfume burning her passion. Scrolls of sweat adorned his forehead and temples. The masculine face of the male is flushed on fire.
"Jojo ever slept with a girl?" ask Mommy Fahira later.
"Be..never," replied Jovan stammered.
"Hmmmm, I expected." The eyes of Mother Fahira flashed flirtatiously, "you really are still plain. I admire you so much and tonight you are really dashing and handsome, Jo," woo Mother Fahira with her naughty smile.
"I.i.. Mother is also beautiful," replied Jovan stiffly. Her hot breath gently swept the face of Mother Fahira who increasingly docked to her face.
"Joe...." Mother Fahira again called out softly with a pushy look.
"Yes, Bun." reply Jovan.
"Can you, tonight you give me the warmth I so desperately need? Yes, to simply melt my frozen heart and quench my arid thirst" said Mother Fahira. The caress of his hand to the sensitive and mighty part of Jovan's body, increasingly intense and tender.
"Sa.sa.sa I've never, pa..pas.pas definitely nochewain, Bun." Jovan is flirting.
"I'll teach her, until you really become an expert" replied Mother Fahira as she kissed Jovan's stiff lips.
Jovan didn't answer. The tsunami waves began to roll up his soul. Emptying his entire head and throwing his wits away.
Jovan touched his lips, cleaving the lips of Mother Fahira which he replied with a million flavors that he himself could not define.
Jovan's body again goosebumps, cold heat wracked with infinite delicacies. A terrible feeling pervaded his soul. A feeling that has been felt for the rest of his life.
Two men of different types and not the muhrim, embrace the friendly in passion and the turbulent waves of taste. One by one the stairs of the world's enjoyment, they climb together. Mother Fahira with all her abilities to guide and change the innocent teenager to be aggressive and domineering.
"Mom, this is our secret. I don't want anyone to suspect let alone know our relationship" whispered Jovan among her loud sighs.
Mother Fahira smiled, then nodded. "Well, forever will remain our secret. It is precisely Jojo who must be good at keeping this secret," he replied as he again wrapped his hands around the neck of the man.
"Sa. I'm afraid that until my mom finds out, I'll be kicked out." Jovan's face immediately turned deathly pale when he mentioned his mother. At first glance, the image of Bu Anita's face was perfectly drawn in his mind.
"Please, Jo. In this safe house, no one will know. I'm also just starting out with a man other than my husband."
"Really, Bun?"
"Really, Honey. Of all the men I know, only you can impress me and want it." Mother Fahira smiled again. Then kiss Jovan's face with affection. Smoke the scent of a man's body that has never kissed a woman in his entire life.
"Mending in my room, yu!" take Mother Fahira.
"Ta, but, sa. I don't dare to be in the room, Bun." Jovan's face was tense.
"Why not dare? No one and no one will know. In the room, all our secrets are guaranteed. We're more free to do everything, honey."
"I,.i.iya, ta.ta..but..." Jovan didn't finish his words.
Deeeer, deeer, deeer, deeeer...
Suddenly the rectangular flat object in the pocket of Jovan's pants shook strongly.
"Ouch!" jovan exclaimed as he pulled his body back. His hand reflexively went into his pants pocket, picking up his constantly vibrating phone.
"Mama call!" he shouted while taking a few steps back and sticking the device on his earlobe.
Mother Fahira was slightly amazed by the actions of Jovan who suddenly stopped his pleasure that was rolling and burning it. He crouched down dumbly while staring at Jovan who was busy receiving his mother's call.
"Yes, Ma. Ja. Jojo is coming home soon. It's on the road. Yes ma, Wa'alaikum greetings." Jovan closed the conversation. Then he immediately put his phone back in his pants pocket.
Jovan stood stiff, looking at the woman who was now standing with a teasing smile.
"Sorry Bun, I have to go home. Mama is waiting. He's got a headache and a little fever. I need to buy you a drug." Jovan spoke without pause.
And without delaying time, Bu Anita's favorite son turned his body. Walk half-run down the stairs. Leaving Mother Fahira who was still unconscious from her shock.
"JOVAAAAAAAAN BRENGSEEEEK YOU!"
Sickening screams filled the entire room. But unable to stop the steps Jovan who had perched on his old matic. Ready to escape. Returning to his house, escape from the clutches of temptation and the whispers of the devil that almost threw himself into the valley of nothing.
"You must have paid the price for this humiliation, Jovan!!" mama Fahira.
"Dare to play with fire with Fahira! You don't know who I really am!" continue with burning eyes.
"Don't blame me and don't regret it, if you get burned!" Mother Fahira standing at the end of the stairs. .
"You don't feel like you're winning. I'm gonna make a calculation for all this, Jovan!" his wrath then threw his body on the frozen sofa.
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