Touch Me Slowly's

Responsibilities

Tok tok ...

"Mike, you're awake yet?"

Almost ten minutes in front of the door of the man's room, Mike did not come out from the inside.

Sweet was assigned by her last night to wake her up early in the morning, having to go see their client.

"Mike...!" Sweet was still screaming and was forced to open the door of his room which turned out not in the key.

Opening quietly, Sweet slightly stuffed her head and stared at the still-dark room of the man who was only illuminated by a sleeping lamp.

"Jeez .. for sure if he hasn't woken up!"

Sweet went in and out of bed where Mike was still sleeping like a baby.

"Mike, hey .. wake up!" Sweet wiggled the man's muscular arm.

Instead of waking up Mike pulled Sweet into the bed, and immediately hugged her like a bolster pillow.

"Geez, Mike...!" sweet Screeches with a heart that beats violently.

Only now was he hugged a man on a bed like this.

"Diem, I'm still sleepy!"

"It's what the hell, let me go first!" Sweet still thrashed in his arms.

"Ish, can't you, Nis? In a dream, Lo is still scaly like gini. Try dong once You mouth tuh diem first!" mike closed his eyes.

"What dream?! This is really what I know!" sweet Protest feeling uncomfortable with Mike's embrace.

The man was not wearing clothes, and only used boxer pants with Superman.

Assuming that he was just dreaming, Mike put his hand behind his sweet shirt and started rubbing his back.

"Mike...!" Sweet kept thrashing, feeling amused with Mike's rough handkerchief on his back.

"What's? I just want to touch your chest, Nis."

Sweet pissing furiously can't tolerate Mike's demeanor of touch. In one powerful pull, Sweet poked Mike's inner thighs with his knees until the man shouted, waking from his sleep.

"Ouch.." ringis Mike holds his treasure of pride.

"It hurts, right? So don't fuck with me!" cynical Sweet gets out of bed.

"What the hell, Lo, Nis?! Why am I even kicked?"

"Tell me again, who told you to try to hold me?! Let the seeds not stand!"

Upset, Sweet left Mike who was still moaning in pain on his bed. Bangkee .. spoiled my future!

Sweet went down to the first floor and into the kitchen. His heart's still crazy in there, Mike almost touched his chest.

Lucky he quickly moved, otherwise.I don't know what happened to him in his superior's room.

Sweet's face was flushed to see the body of Mike's burly body that he had touched. He didn't think that behind the shirt that Mike always wore, that guy had a really nice body. Unlike the men she had seen in her village, who had a distended stomach like a pregnant woman.

Ah, crap! I shouldn't have seen and touched him! Sweet was back in the kitchen before Mike came.

"What do you think, Mr. Mike can't get out of bed, Nis?" ask Parto her secretary.

"Not anything, sir..," said Sweet.

"Don't boong! That, Mr. Mike complains that his pain is very sick at your kick! You want, Mr Mike dead?!"

Sweet shook his head with two hands waving in front of his chest. "No, Sir. I was not intentionally. Mr. Mike suddenly hugged me. So I reflexively kicked her, deh...."

Parto clucked inexhaustibly with the behavior of the two people. Mike called him and asked to call the doctor for fear that his pride object was damaged and not functioning anymore, after Sweet's knee header on him.

Hearing the words of the woman with the sharp nose, Parto became convinced that this was also the fault of her boss. Men players are often acting arbitrarily to women.

"Other times you want to martial arts, don't play the part as well, Nis. He's your boss, how about he sue you for that? You want to go to jail?!" sahut Parto deliberately scares the innocent woman.

Sweet lowered her head with her hands squeezing the end of her clothes, she also accidentally did so. It was just a reflex as a form of self-defense just now.

"There go upstairs. Bring food to make, Mr. Mike. Watch out if you play kayak again!"

"Yes, sir." said Sweet to feel guilty.

The woman brought breakfast to Mike who was sitting leaning on the bed, with two legs wide open.

"Eat first, Mike." Sweet put the tray on the nightstand near the bed.

"Lo deliberately wants to ruin my future well, Nis?!" jolt Mike.

"Sorry, Mike. I didn't intentionally...."

"Alesan aja Lo! What if I can't have kids, you want responsibility?!" upset the man.

"Yes, I'll take responsibility."

Mike frowning. "What does Lo mean?"

"Bikininin' a son to you."

Mike chokes with his own saliva hearing Sweet's answer. He did not expect that the long-haired woman would think until there.

"How's it going?" ask Mike curiously.

"Later, I'll marry the man I like. I'll give you my first child."

"God...." Mike pinched his temple inexhaustible.

"Why? You can have kids, right? I'm not pa-pa, I love him for you. I'm sure you can take good care of my son later" said Sweet with a myriad of plans in his head.

"Why should your child be with someone else anyway, Nis? Why don't we make our own kids?"

"Huh? You said you couldn't have kids?"

Mike snorted pulling Sweet hand sitting next to him. "Me, I said to you, Nis. Not sure!"

"Oh .. kirain is sure," said Sweet mangosteen.

"Either make proof I can have children what not, we should start making from now."

"What?!" dumbstruck Sweet.

"Yes, did you say you wanted responsibility? Well, this is how you can take responsibility for me."

Mike smiled meaningfully looking at Sweet who was confused himself with what he had said to him. Maybe this opportunity he could use to prank Sweet he thought.

"But Mike, can't anyone else? I don't want to give my body to someone I don't love" said Sweet innocently.

"Yaudah, from now on you learn to love just like me!" suhut Mike relax.

"Well, can you?!"

"That's easy, that's easy."

"How?"

"Lo sleep with me starting later tonight!" mike raised one eyebrow.

"Ish, ogah! You have macem-macem again with me."

"Say want to learn love .. it's one of the recipes so that Lo can be cepet in love with me, Nis."

Sweet speechless stared inside the man in front of her. Why does he feel like he's the bad guy, huh?

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Oh, there's-there's just one seed!

Beware of weapons eat sir well, Mike 🤭😆