WILD TEMPTATIONS OF PROFESSIONAL PAINTERS

DESMA SEDUCES

Diandra sat on the chair she used to paint. At the table not far from her was her favorite coffee and toast. Diandra a few months this let her hair long not cut. So it looks like an artist who is indifferent to himself.

The knock on the door began to sound in the room. Accompanied by a voice that is no stranger to Diandra. She is the voice of her only puppet princess Sifa.

" Dad! There was aunty Desma." a little scream from Sifa accompanied by a knock to the door of the room that was used as a place to express all the works of Diandra, namely the work of painting.

"Go in, baby! The door is not locked" Diandra said in a loud voice.

A woman who is quite beautiful with a very contained body into the room that is used for Diandra work. Sifa returned to her room.

" Why do you come here at night? It is not your husband that will seek you, Desma." said Diandra.

" Will not! He was busy with his business and his colleagues. Beautiful women must have been around like ants surrounding sugar" Desma said with a bitter smile.

Desma approached Diandra and sat not far away while looking at Diandra who was still focused on her work. Desma took out a pack of cigarettes in her bag and took the cigarette and lit it. Desma slowly sucked her and her cigarette smoke deliberately she threw into Diandra's face.

" Eh, what the hell are you? What's wrong with you? I am busy again. Don't bother me just yet. Okay!" diandra.

" I'm coming, Diandra! Please stop your activity for a moment" Diandra said.

" A little while. Still nanggung nih." said Diandra.

Desma is still trying to attract the attention of Diandra by sounding the items around her. His fingers were still tucking the lit cigarette.

" Desma? Be calm! It's gonna be over soon. You stay there and don't bother me." smart Diandra.

" All right!" said Desma while taking off her tight-fitting t-shirt. Now Desma only uses her sports bra.

" Your wife is invisible" said Desma who actually does not need a response from Diandra.

" Haha. Then how about we have fun ourselves." take Desma seriously.

" My heart is happy. What will I look for again? What kind of fun do you mean?" diandra is still focused on the streak.

" Do I have to tease you first, Diandra? How long haven't you been doing this?" desma said without shame.

" How long have you not been the same with Si Roy, your husband." Diandra asked back.

" I'm the same as Roy? It's been a long time." replied Desma honestly.

Diandra just kept quiet and smiled as she glanced at Desma. Instantly his eyes rounded from earlier Diandra did not pay attention to Desma who took off her tight shirt.Yang is currently wearing a sports bra that looks beautiful once two mounds of meat belonging to Desma. With its super jumbo size it looks a little rebellious from its sports bra container. Diandra so smiled seeing the behavior of Desma who began to tease her.

" Why are you smiling, Diandra?" tanya Desma who had sat in front of Diandra with her chair sat in front of Diandra who immediately finished her work.

" Why are you in front of me, Desma? You want me to paint your body that makes men tick when you see it? But why isn't Si Roy having a taste for you, Desma?" diandra said while laughing.

" He was very full to eat outside. So when I got home, I saw I was tired" said Desma.

" Maha."Diandra laughs.

" What about you, Diandra? Don't you have a taste for me?" ask Desma.

" Haha. You teasing me?" sahut Diandra then took the pack of cigarettes and matches.

Diandra stepped out of the room leaving Desma who was still in the room.

" Damn it! I was left alone." said Desma then rushed after Diandra while taking her tight shirt.