Trapped in Love with Casanova

Why am I always wrong in your eyes??

Meanwhile, on the other hand, someone who is currently waiting for a reply to his message is busy pumping his woman and ignore the incoming message notification on his phone to reach the peak of enjoyment he wants.

No matter how long the moaning sounds of the two, when the pleasure they have achieved on a hot and exciting night for both.

slowly Zifran pulled out his combat tools that had been submerged down there and released the ninja holster that wrapped his which was now filled with a sticky thick white liquid.

After finishing her bed routine, Zifran picked up a towel in her closet, walked towards the bathroom leaving the woman on her bed.

A few minutes later, Zifran came out of the bathroom clad in a towel that covered his lower body walking towards the nightstand that was beside his bed and took out a few pieces of money, then he gave it to the woman of his lust.

"Now, enough right? Now you can go!" zifran said to the woman.

"Well! If all my customers are like elo, I can retire early! Thanks, you call me often, I'll give you the best service." The woman quickly took the money from Zifran's hands.

"Here the hunt is gone, I'm fucking sleepy!" order Zifran while shaking hands in the air.

"Bye, I'm saying goodbye." His scales are sensual in Zifran's ears.

Before the woman stepped on her legs, she briefly kissed Zifran's neck and melu*matnya so as to leave a trace of his possession there. While Zifran, the man was just speechless staring at the departure of the woman who accompanied him tonight.

After the woman's departure Zifran laid his body on his king-size mattress. He turned his gaze towards his cellphone which was on the nightstand.

At once he also remembered the notification of the message he had ignored, then Zifran grabbed his phone and opened the password code on his cellphone.

"Babies?" he said softly when he saw the name on his phone screen.

"Have you slept yet, son?" own monologue.

Zifran type one by one letters on the keyboard board on his phone screen,

^^^Me^^

^^^Udah sleeping cil?^^^

Five minutes later

Bocil label

What's up, Om?

Disturb people from sleeping.

^^^Me^^

^^^Sorry, I don't think Lo has slept, ^^

Read

"Sadis very much my message boy only in read doang," Zifran grumbled when he saw the blue tick in his message.

Drett.

Zifran knitted his eyebrows when he saw what the name of the caller was plastered on his phone screen.

"Hallo, Om!" someone said from the phone.

"Not sleeping cil?" ask Zifran.

"I was sleeping, but because of the chat from Om, I woke up unable to sleep anymore. Om's responsibility!" There was a hint of annoyance from him.

"What responsibility? My feeling is not saying Lo cil, it's nice to ask for my same responsibility. Don't you touch? Look at the shape I never have" replied Zifran sarcas.

"Isshh, you perverted Om-om! I mean, keep me up. My amazement is the same lo," said Maisya.

From behind the phone call, Maisya was scrambling her hair in frustration at hearing Zifran's frontal speech. He was puzzled as to why God created such a 'Zifran' creature in this world. Maisya let out a long sigh to neutralize her sense of regret to the man.

"Ooooh, speaking of dong from earlier," said yes so relaxed.

While Maisya who was listening to him sighed back.

"Basic perverted brain."

"Let's teach, am I handsome,"

Over there Maisya scrunched his forehead, "No relation to pervert Om?" maisya Cibir.

"Like me?" zifran said he would not lose.

"Om" Call Maisya.

"Hem" a short answer from Zifran.

"Thank you a lot, Om, it's been me and want to hear my curhatan," said Maisya.

"Is she feeling better now?" ask Zifran.

"A little, but much better."

****

Elsewhere, more precisely in the Ocean family residence.

In a very spacious room, a middle-aged woman lying next to her husband was constantly chattering about her son who always made him dizzy seven round through the valley and across two oceans.

"Pa," call the wife.

"What the hell Ma, it's still like this hour,"

Instantly the eyes of the wife who was initially closed immediately rounded staring at the horror of the face of the beloved husband.

"Ih, Papa asked for his mouth in the tabok, right? Make a sprain."

the middle-aged woman woke up from her sleep and sat her body facing her husband.

"Pa, Mama has a good plan for Zifran to be in a match and he definitely won't turn it down."

While the husband, he is still in his position that is still lying his body while hugging the bolster as a barrier between himself and his wife.

"Absure you, Ma? don't be like you already are, always failing." he looked back at his wife who was very enthusiastic.

"Surely Pa. As long as Papa wants to follow all of Mama's plans, it must be very easy. Guaranteed not to fail Pa!" he said full of spirit.

Really, he hoped that his plan this time would pay off and run smoothly according to what he expected.

***

"Om, was it? Hoamm.. I'm sleepy!" said Maisya who had yawned several times.

Zifran nodded his head, "Yes already sleeping there, tomorrow you will be bad if you are still staying up at this hour."

"Thanks to all. I guess you're not cool, it turns out lo it's other than Om-Om pervert, you can also be confiding me."

The man clucked in annoyance when Maisya referred to him as 'Om-Om perverted'. "CZ. Lo want to thank or want my lips anyway cil. Go sleep there! Little kids can't stay up not old enough."

After saying that, Zifran again clucked irritably when Maisya without permission cut off his phone connection just like that. "Jelangkung basic! Call suddenly, matiin suddenly. The basic leak luknat." Omel Zifran's.

While on the other side, Maisya giggled at the thought of the annoyed face of someone who became his nighttime friend.

For some reason, after he met Zifran last night and told her random things with her a little he forgot the disappointment in his heart.

He did not expect if someone who had been upset at the beginning of the meeting was now willing to be a loyal listener listening to all the chatter they had been talking about.

Maisya walked to his study table to take his laptop, the drowsiness that had approached him had now disappeared somewhere.

Maisya began to turn on his laptop while laying down his body in his favorite bed, he decided to watch a Korean drama that he had long downloaded, but had not had time to watch it.

Just a few minutes he watched it, there was a soft snoring sound from Maisya who had fallen asleep in front of the laptop whose position was still on.

The father who had just opened the door of Maisya's room walked over to his sleeping daughter in an improper position, seeing that, Papa confirmed his daughter's position and did not forget he turned off Maisya's laptop which was still on.

Before he really left, do not forget he kissed the head of the princess just his puppet.

"Good sleep little princess Papa, sorry Papa who can not be the best Papa for you!" Papa Maisya walked out of his daughter's room.

Without realizing it, a pair of eyes were staring at him with a circle of falling tears dripping down his cheeks.

Maisya, the girl was crying in tears listening to the words that were thrown from the Papa's mouth. Maisya who had been sitting down felt a warm touch from the hands of a man who was no longer young, he realized it was his father.

Maisya awakens when her Papa holds her and moves her, but to open her eyes Maisya is reluctant, because she does not want to miss an opportunity that she will not necessarily get back.

"I love you Papa" said Maisya lirih.

After saying that, Maisya closed her eyes again with a smile that continued to expand from both corners of her lips. He hoped that the next morning, all the flavors tonight would remain the same.