Trapped in Love with Casanova

Thanks for the surprise

Maisya stopped Zifran's hand that was about to grab something in front of him. As if understanding the contents of the girl's mind Zifran shook his head.

"Don't worry about this room being soundproofed" he tried to convince Maisya.

"But kak-" he stopped to see Zifran rising from his body, walking towards the door.

Chequek!

The man locked the door to his room. Step into his bed.

Then he pulled out the blanket that Maisya used to cover his body. He took off the shirt wrapped in his athletic body, approaching the girl who had removed the uniform that was now lying on the floor.

Zifran starts peppering with Maisya. Groping every curve of the body of a teenage girl who is now able to divert her world. Distracting all attention to his thoughts so far.

The sound of the village*han from the little lips of the girl is like a music that excites her instincts as a man. He immediately removed the bra hook attached to Maisya's body, throwing it in any direction.

Amusedly enjoying every stimulation when his forehead shoots are played so softly. Maisya unconsciously led Zifran's head to get closer to his chest.

"Lust is so bad!" goda Zifran smiled jail on the sidelines of his busy life.

7 Years of gyeeuur

"That's it, you made brother. How the hell!" the upset.

"From now on? My sister couldn't stand it."

"You're on the hunt!"

Zifran rose from his position. Take off the shorts he was wearing and leave the body without a thread that covers his body now.

After a long warm-up before, now they start doing the core game. Where is the game they have been waiting for.

Narrow, that's what the grandpa felt when he was about to enter his house. He was confused, wasn't this not the first for them. Why does it feel like entering it? That is the way Zifran thinks today.

Jem!

With efforts that were not in vain, he was finally able to meet and remain silent for a moment in there.

Maisya squeezes the sheets to reduce the pain but delicious to make it addictive. Although it did not feel as painful at the beginning but still it was very painful for him.

Zifran began to move his body slowly over the body of Maisya who began to enjoy his game. The sound of the village*han of pleasure so echoed filled the room space that it made Maisya who heard it feel amused.

"Mhmphh..." Maisya poked her lips so as not to make a sound.

"Don't hold Him! Take out nothing will be horrified."

"Sister, ah..."

"Continue sighing. Call brother's name!"

"Sir Zi, gu-gue can't stand it anymore."

"Keep dear, call brother's name!"zifran said in Maisya's ear. Sometimes he lands his kiss on the neck of the girl in his control.

"Sir Zi..." Maisya grabbed Zifran's hair channeling a taste she couldn't express with words.

Zifran increasingly accelerated his game when he began to be enveloped in passion so deep. It didn't take long for her to reach the peak of her enjoyment. Likewise with Maisya, the girl who moans long as someone increasingly accelerates the rhythm of their game. Stabbing hers so deep that it made her body shake violently.

Zifran quickly pulled hers and spilled it outside. Because he does not want to take risks if he is careless.

After finishing their hot activities, Maisya immediately rushed up and walked towards the bathroom. While Zifran, he cleared up the mess he had created in his room.

In the kitchen, Mama Sarah was busy arranging some food menus that have now lined up neatly on the dining table. After everything was ready, Mama Sarah walked over to her husband who was in their room.

Not to forget also he will call the two immoral boys who just finished with his hot sport without their knowledge.

Taps!

Taps!

Taps!

The sound of someone's footsteps was coming down the stairs, making Mama Sarah's attention directed to them.

He stopped his steps, staring at the source of the voice, "Such bright is the face of your child!"

Mama Sarah researches her son's appearance with wet hair, "Weliness seger. Tumben's having a shower?"

"Ooohh, that's sports, so I took a shower." Answer Zifran casually. "Where are you going?" tanyanya.

"Mama was going to call you, but you guys came down first. Yes, you're there, Mama wants to call your Papa first!"

"Yes Tan," Maisya replied smiling shyly.

Zifran and Maisya walk to the dinner table after the departure of Mama Sarah.

Now the atmosphere at the dining table feels warmer with the casual chat they do. after finishing the meal together no one moves from where they sit

"So how, when are you getting married? Do not be too long we are old, and we want to immediately have grandchildren" said Papa Arya.

"Pa," his wife gave the code.

"What Papa said, we deserve to have grandchildren. So when are your plans to marry Maisya?"

"No idea, I have no plans for a wedding. The marriage needs careful preparation. Mental and material preparation is also important. Not from marriage."

Maisya just silently watched the argument between Papa and the child.

"If you how'd you like to?" ask the man who is now staring at Maisya's face.

The girl turned her head "If so.." she was confused to answer what if it was like this.

Duk!

Maisya kicked the leg of Zifran who was sitting side by side with him. The man with his wet hair looked confused as if asking 'What's wrong'.

Knowing Zifran's confusion, Maisya coded the man through his face with a mouth that was muttering 'Please me'. That's how.

"We agreed after Maisya finished his education until college, after which we will get married. Yes baby!"

Maisya only replied with a smile because he was unable to speak when Zifran called him 'Honey', this was the third time he heard the call. It was as if a butterfly was dancing inside her stomach making a red hue visible on her face.

***

"Then Maisya came home Tan. Thanks for having lunch together,"

"Tomorrow to play here, because Aunt is often lonely. If you have a aunt, there is a friend," Mama Sarah stroked Maisya's hair that was loose.

"That's why Maisya said Om, Tan."

"Yes, careful. Fran, you anterin Maisya gih already afternoon kasian girls bring their own motorbike. Where's the big bike!" said Papa Arya.

"It's gonna be anterine."

"But mot-"

"Easy is tomorrow morning's business. Yes yuk, afternoon rush!"

Finished with a goodbye Zifran brought Maisya towards a car that had been parked neatly in the front yard of their house.

Do not forget Maisya waved his hand towards a husband and wife who smiled warmly towards him.

"Dropping in, sister's going to stay!" zifran said from the car.

"Yes-yes, no patience. Nganterin intention No damn it!"

"Yes the intention."

Brakk!

Scream the car door as Maisya violently closes it.

"I don't think my car's life will be long" he murmured.

But it can still be heard by Maisya, "bodo very. You can buy new!"

"But this just bought Sya, which is still nyicil." Zifran drove his car out of the Ocean family residence.

"Crazy Lo kak, what kind of rich people lo, today car gini still nyicil. It's not worth knowing how you look!"