Trapped in Love with Casanova

Nausea conditions

According to his promise to the mother, after completing his office work Zifran drove his car to the place they had agreed before.

It did not take long for Zifran to reach his destination soon.

Zifran parked his car, then walked into a famous restaurant in his city.

When Zifran arrived inside, he continued to walk towards one of the rooms that his mother had told him about.

Kriyett!

Zifran opened the door and walked in.

"Sorry, I'm late."

Zifran who had just sat his body in the chair next to the woman he was about to be betrothed to.

"Mama's son is coming too!" said the mama sparkling.

"Just Ma, don't talk anymore."

"Know this is Amel, Mama's daughter who Mama said earlier," he said to Zifran

"Amel" said the woman, introducing herself.

"Zifran," he replied.

"You haven't eaten yet, have you? I'll give you food, yes" bargained Amel.

"Hem."

Hearing the words from Zifran, Amel simply nodded and waved his hand calling the restaurant waiter.

Likewise with Mama Sarah, the middle-aged woman was relieved when there was no rejection from her son.

"Yuk Pa, we go home let the two of them know each other, we don't bother him," asked Mama Sarah who pulled her husband's arm.

After the departure of Mama Sarah, the two dissolved in a light conversation they created.

****

The atmosphere of the morning at the family residence of the Ocean is not much different from the usual day. But it was different from Zifran who had just arrived at the dining table by displaying a meaningful smile for those who looked at him.

"So how's Fran, you want it?" mama Sarah asked while pouring milk and bread for her son's breakfast.

"What?" ask back Zifran.

"You want to marry Amel? She is beautiful and also independent Lo Fran" said Mama Sarah.

"Wandiri if not good in bed for what?" said Zifran casually as he chewed his bread.

Plakk!

A hard pat from his Papa lands on Zifran's sexy lips. It is inexhaustible to think of his father with the mere wayang son's mind.

"Don't tell me that you rejected her," Now there is no more soft and quiet voice from Mama Sarah over the vulgar words of her son.

"What more reason would you explain to us? Doesn't fit, is that a word you always say? so what do you think is suitable for you, which da*danya larger and minimal dressed materials, yes! The wedding wasn't measured by her skills in Fran's room." Said Mama Sarah who ignited emotions until she unconsciously let out all her unknowingly.

"Mama did not end up thinking know not the same way of your mind. stop Main Fran women!" timpal Mama Sarah.

"And Mama stopped to match me with the woman of Mama's choice! I can find it myself. So stop interfering in my life." Connect Zifran with his high tone.

"You until when you're like this, son, right your mother said, now you're an adult and it's time to get married" replied Papa Arya.

"I'll find it myself and if I'm getting married, I'm not ready yet."

Zifran grabbed his bag and suit that had been prepared by his mother and walked away from the dining table with a look of regret.

"How is this Pa? All the effort has been done Mama, but still everything is chaotic, Papa love the cake solution, do not be allowed to like a statue."

"Or ah! Dizziness Papa see you are the same child you fight constantly if it is a problem like this, you are both stubborn and no one wants to give up. So Mama's better to give up and give Zifran time for it all, Mama can't she?"

Hearing the words of the husband of the heart of Mama Sarah as if tecubit when the husband asked her to give time to Zifran.yes, if in thought he had forced his will to marry his son.

****

In the car Zifran continued to think about the words he had served for the mother. He felt sorry for yelling at Mama just because of a trivial matter like this.

For some reason when it comes to marriage he will be as sensitive as this 'Ah, I don't know, Zifran was confused because of it.'

It only took him about thirty minutes, now Zifran had arrived at his office sooner than he had imagined.

Zifran glanced here and there as he stepped towards the entrance of the skyscraper belonging to the Ocean family, Papanya.

"Sleepy kok? Did I come to the part?" say it alone.

upon the arrival of Zifran in front of the door of a special elevator himself, a woman had just come out of the elevator specifically for employees.

"Hi, you. Come here!" zifran's hand moved calling out to the woman.

"Yes sir, what's wrong?" ask the woman in an audible voice ****.

"Make me coffee and drop off my room."

"Good sir. Is there another sir?" he asked, Zifran shook his head.

After saying that Zifran went straight into the elevator and so did the woman, she immediately did what her superior ordered.

In his office, Zifran just sat back in his big chair while waiting for the secretary who had not yet revealed his nose.

Until the sound of knocking on the door greeted him, Zifran immediately looked at who was about to enter his room.

Kreett!

When the door opened, a woman carrying a tray of coffee she ordered slowly approached her and placed a glass containing the coffee on her desk.

After doing her job, the woman did not leave but instead approached the zizran and directly sat her body on Zifran's thigh as the foundation.

Zifran who got such treatment was already ordinary and only allowed what would happen after.

"The face of Mr kok seems very tangled anyway?" ask the woman while kissing Zifran's neck and a little mel*matnya.

"Need service from me sir?" ask him again.

Although Zifran did not sound the woman continued to issue her stance. Because he knew that Zifran could not resist him.

Seeing Zifran's inertness the woman immediately launched her action.

The first step he did was to unbutton his shirt two so that Zifran would look at the large solid object containing his. Then kiss and melu*mat thin lips belonging to Zifran.

Slowly Zifran also retaliated against the game he had created. The room that was once quiet did not sound, now filled with des*han and moans from those who were channeling desire in both of them.

Zifran opened up some of the rest of the buttons of the woman's shirt, which now features a pair of twin hills that tempt her faith.

Without having to ask Zifran immediately played the object and occasionally sipped it like a thirsty baby.

"Mmmpphh.ahh..," the sigh* escaped as Zifran played the tip with Zifran's tongue and sipped it occasionally.

"Ahh.. sshhh, uhh."

Zifran who heard such a sound was a madman for him.

Now Zifran's other hand slowly began to descend down and reveal the woman's skirt a little higher to show the thigh exposed by Zifran.

The game was getting hotter when the woman did not stay silent. He also peppered Zifran with a soft touch of his lips that swept every part of Zifran's face down to his neck.

While Zifran, the man is still loyal to his activity, which is sipping a chewy object in front of him, and Zifran's hand does not stay still, he continues to mere*mas and play it and do not forget the other Zifran hand that is still down there enjoying the forbidden area.

However, when the woman changed her position which is now sitting flanking Zifran's body with both thighs, suddenly a voice sounded...

Brakk!

...****...

Nah! Hayo, what's that sound, curious right? Same author also 🤣🤣

Let's find out together in the next part.😉