
As time rolled on and inside a house, a young man seemed to be focusing on massaging a smooth white leg belonging to a woman. With all the heartbeats beating beyond the normal limits, the young man continued to try to be calm with eyes that focused on the sprained leg.
As a result of being too focused on massaging, the young man did not realize that someone whose legs he was massaging had fallen silent with closed eyes and roaring breathing irregularly.
Over time, the young man felt astonished because the one in the massage really did not sound at all and he turned his head. The young man was a little surprised as his eyes caught the woman he was massaging already asleep.
"Nobody really slept! Not afraid of what I'm naughty, Mba?" He murmured while shaking his head a few times.
The young man stopped his massage. He raised both of Risma's legs slowly and placed them on the used chair he was sitting on while he chose to get up and stand up.
"How am I going home? Where has Mba Risma not given any more groceries?" Gerrymandering slowly. Dodit momentarily snorted then he stepped into the living room.
Outside the house it really looks lonely. Moreover, the atmosphere after this rain makes the situation even quieter. Dodit took the initiative to lock the gate and secure the bike because the bike belongs to Melati. After that he entered and locked the living room because he could not bear to leave Risma in a bad state. After locking the door, he returned to the living room.
At the sight of the blanket covering Risma's body exposed the bottom to the point of unwillingness, Dodit approached and was about to correct the location of the blanket again. But for a moment he stopped himself as his eyes again saw a split mound covered in tights.
"Have you ever seen, but when was there a chance to taste you?" He muttered while grimacing and a few moments later he clicked his own head because he was dirty-minded.
After re-enveloping Risma, Dodit sat on the floor mattress and also picked up a chair cushion. Dodit felt sultry because from morning he only took a shower once when he wanted to go to work. Dodit decided to remove the shirt wrapped around his body to remove the sultry and he lay his body on the mattress on the front floor of the television.
Because the atmosphere was so quiet, and also the fatigue that Dodit felt, finally drowsiness approached him. Until it does not take long, Dodit also fell asleep.
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Time continues to roll until it does not feel the night is getting late.
The woman who initially just blinked her eyes arrived she immediately got up with a face so panicked.
"God! I overslept!" The screech.
But his forehead was wrinkled as he did not see the figure that was massaging his legs. With a heart of questioning, he also spread his gaze around. And his gaze was glued when he saw a man sleeping without clothes.
The woman was about to stand up but could not help but endure the pain in her legs and also a little at the waist. Finally he decided to crawl slowly towards the place where the young man who was massaging his legs instead looked to sleep soundly now.
The woman's eyes were glued and barely blinked when she saw the beautiful sight before her. He even had such a hard time swallowing his own saliva when he saw the beautiful and athletic body of a man much younger than him. With a feeling of wastage, he slowly raised his hand and placed his palm on the chest of the field of the young man named Dodit. And slowly he also tried to wipe the body from the chest to the part of the bread torn young man.
"Udah, don't be long, can be good if he wakes up." He muttered while stopping his naughty activities.
The woman crouched down and tried to lean her face towards Dodit's sleeping face.
Because the legs are still painful, Risma was a little lost balance when she squatted and accidentally nose she nyungsep on one armpit Dodit whose hands were under the head for cushioning.
Disturbed by his sleep, the young man was shocked and woke up. He was even more shocked when he realized that there was a face attached to his armpit.
"Risma MBA!"
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