Trapped in Love with Casanova

I'm very happy

Time passes so quickly. It did not feel like a week already Zifran and Maisya enjoyed their status as lovers. There was never the slightest time for Zifran to waste his time with the idol, despite being hindered by the blessing of the future in-laws.

But it did not dampen his intention to get the heart of the in-laws. In various ways he did. Starting from increasing his share planting in his company. Every time there is a meeting, the man never acts. There is no usual discussion between the two.

Even the last, Zifran had bribed Papa Bram with a quarter of assets belonging to the Ocean family. It was never expected that the man would blatantly reject her. And as a result, all the efforts and efforts that Zifran did failed miserably to get his heart.

However, Zifran is not his name if he does not have an intelligent brain which always makes his future father-in-law tired. During this week, if it's night, Papa Bram has to cosplay being a Hatori ninja who lurks his enemies from behind the trees. Just like he is doing right now.

For nearly four hours he waited behind the reconnaissance site, but there was no sign of the target appearing and revealing himself.

Plaque!

"Damn. Mosquitoes do not know manners. How dare you bite me. Try to suck my blood" said Papa Bram took a mosquito that had been killed allias by a deadly clap from him. A moment later Papa Bram again turned his gaze towards the balcony of the princess' room. He believes that the boy is with his daughter.

Unlike Papa Bram who is suffering, different also with lovers who are being lulled in the sea of love heaven the world they created.

The sound of their breath so obvious has filled a room that has now been activated silencer, so that no one hears their action in wading the river of pleasure that they had not previously reached.

On the bed, Maisya's body in Zifran's confinement was incessantly singing a beautiful tone as Zifran's fingers were dancing agilely down there.

Warm, slippery.that's what makes the man more crazy, so it can create a great vibration on the owner.

The strong flow of electricity made Maisya's body unable to hold longer during suction and finger play so that Zifran did very intoxicating.

"K-sister. G-gue already wants to pee," said Maisya laid out on the sidelines of his pleasure. He poked his hand against Zifran's neck when he felt a different sensation when the man touched him while playing his shrewd finger in his paradise.

"Get out, don't hold it." Zifran again sip one of the twin hills that look challenging. Actually, he also could not bear the temptation of the house owned by a gemes sidedek that looks so tempting to be immediately inhabited by gemes sidedek

Without releasing his puff, Zifran played his finger right at the house that became the target of the other gurgling grandpa. Specially himself.

The moaning and village sound*han is now fused into one room that feels hot and exciting even though the AC is fully lit in the room.

After finishing his work, Zifran straightened his body. Then he opened both legs of Maisya and emblazoned was the dwelling of the pale pink. With his passion on the edge, without waiting for long, Zifran directed his dedek to a house that was ready to be inhabited.

With a single tap, the grandpa had already entered and was invisible. Enjoy! that's what they feel now. With rhythmic rapid movements, the cluttered grandpa began to walk back and forth syantik to the rhythm.

That's what incest says in its jargon.

"Sister, go even faster!" urged Maisya who started flying above the clouds when he sensed something about to come out.

In accordance with his girl's orders, Zifran moves his pelvis faster for them to reach their peak soon.

Not long ago, there was a moaning sound from both of them.

"Aakhh!" Together they reached him, Zifran spilled his lava on the twin mountain of Maisya. After that he dropped his body next to the girl and kissed Maisya's lips, then turned to his forehead.

"Thank you unfortunately Brother Zi," said Zifran kissed Maisya's lips again. The girl smiled warmly at him.

Maisya rose from her sleep to the bathroom to clean her body that felt sticky due to their heat struggle.

Realizing Maisya's departure, Zifran picked up his clothes that had been scattered here and there, then he wore them.

Tap tap tap

Not long after Maisya came out of the bathroom and approached her who was wearing a shirt.

"You going home now, brother?" maisya asked while helping Zifran button his shirt.

"Yes that. Then malem. If you find out Papa you can hang your brother on a big tree at the end of the road there."

"Isssh, mouth. So he's my Papa, where he might have done something criminal like that." The innocent girl pursed her lips in disbelief with Zifran's words just now.

The cup!

Zifran kissed Maisya's lips at a glance. Maisya clucked while tying her loosely-spaired hair.

"Dah, brother go home first, do not sleep malem-malem, because this is already malem. Wanna?" Maisya also nodded.

"Smart girl" he said while scrambling Maisya's hair that had been neatly combed.

"Hem. Brother go home first." Zifran stepped away leaving Maisya. He walked out of the window, which doubles as a door to the balcony of the girl's room.

Zifran jump climbs the balcony barrier which is about a meter high. He turned his back, lowered his legs right on the stairs he always used, but Zifran set his feet several times but did not hit the stairs. Strange, that's how he felt.

"Damn it, where are the stairs I put here? the feeling was still there," he muttered as he realized his stairs were nowhere. With his half-hanging body and his next leg still on the sidelines of the barrier, Zifran glanced back and forth looking for what he needed.

From inside the room, Maisya continued to pay attention to the man who looked like he was confused looking for something, finally Maisya decided to catch up with Zifran who was on the balcony of his room.

"What's up, sister Zi?"

"Staircase. The feeling was still there, suddenly!"

"Past anyway. Fall maybe,"

"If you fall, you will see Shay!"

"Yes, too."

While from behind the tree which was only a few meters away, Papa Bram smiled with satisfaction as he leaned the stairs on the tree where he was lurking. He took the stairs secretly after seeing that Zifran was about to descend from above.

After that he walked towards the suspect who dared to enter the princess' room without her permission.

"Down...!" papa Bram shouted to the man who was still loyal to his position.

Zifran glanced down. He couldn't believe who was waiting for him. Likewise with Maisya, he patted the eel to condemn his stupidity.

"Death to us" said Zifran and Maisya simultaneously. Instead of going down, Zifran went back up to the balcony.

"Eh, there's the Om. How's Om doing?" ask Zifran while grinning.

"Not much to ask. Now down!"

"But Pa-"

"Sstttt." papa Bram put his index finger to his lips. Maisya was silent.

"Aah, Om, where might I go down. Come down, what's try?"

"Jump." Zifran's eyes suddenly glared in disbelief at the words of his father Maisya. While Maisya, the girl chuckled amusedly looking at the expression Zifran showed. That's funny he thinks.

"I said jump is jump. I want to shoot you!" Papa Bram held up the rifle next to him and he had prepared it before.

"Lo don't be crazy Om, this is really high. What if my leg is broken? take responsibility."

"That's better. Than having legs, but postcards. Enter the rich man's house."

"That's because that's got a mop-house, mmpphh."

Suddenly, Zifran's mouth was sealed by Maisya. The girl gave a sharp look to him, as if encoding herself to 'Silence and obey.'

"OK, okay. I'm going to jump. But before that, if there's anything with me, you have to take responsibility. And one more thing, this is me doing because of your son. If not, then me!" said Zifran while muruh-muh.

"Ah, viet*lan. It's called suicide because of force. Fuck emang!" gerutu.

Zifran's body seemed to shake, cold sweat began to wash over him when he was already on the balcony. His eyes are always looking down.

Will he be able to jump from top to bottom safely? especially with a height of approximately 7 meters. What does his body want to be.

"Pocket. I count to three. If I haven't jumped, I'll shoot you in the leg. One...." Zifran still thinks.

"Two.." getting thinking.

"Ti-" Papa Bram's speech came to a halt when he heard a sound like a falling object.

Bruk!