Young Girl For Mr. Duda

The Vero

Laras takes her ex-husband to his contract, not without reason Laras takes her ex-husband to his contract. Vero condition is not possible for the man to drive a car, Laras only fear bad things happen to Vero.

Leaving Laras who was busy struggling with his thoughts. Vero, the man was looking at the Baras contract with a judging look. The contract is not big, but it is pretty neat. The man sighed, he didn't know if he could sleep tonight. However, he is used to sleeping air-conditioned rooms and beds that are quite soft.

The man's feet stepped closer to Laras who was in the kitchen. She looked at Laras who was drinking her pregnant milk. There was a feeling of guilt that perched in his heart, there was a sense of tightness that suddenly disturbed him. Vero's attention is completely unshakable, he is focused on Laras.

"Why did you see me like that?" ask Laras. The woman was taken aback when she turned around and found Vero glued to her eyes.

He's ambushed. "E—eh? It's okay," said Vero slightly stammered.

Laras scrunched his forehead when he saw Vero's behavior. The woman shook her head violently, trying to expel her sudden thoughts about Vero. Laras exhaled a long breath, he should be able to act as if nothing happened. Though his heart was eager to hug Vero, saying a thousand words of anger and longing. Lying if the taste for Vero is gone.

"Sleeping in my room with me, no papa? Let me sleep on the couch later if you don't want to." Laras looked at Vero with a flushed face.

"The room?" repeat Vero while raising his eyebrows.

Laras nodded. "Yes, because I can only pay for a cheap contract. So, do you want to sleep in my room with me or not?" clear Baras.

"Hm, we're rooming if that's it."

Laras who heard Vero's reply nodded slowly. His heart was pounding violently, there was a feeling of shame and disbelief fused together. During her marriage, Vero refused to sleep in her room. However, now it was easy for the man to agree. It seems that Laras is dreaming right now.

This is where they are now, in a minimalist room. In the same room and in the same bed. Nervous, that's what Laras felt. Though this is not his first night, but he is like he is in a bridal night situation. Laras glanced silently at Vero who was looking at the ceiling of his room.

Laras nodded slowly. He slowly closed his eyes, but the drowsiness was defeated by his nervousness. She turned her body slowly to face Vero, looking at her ex-husband in the shade.

"Mas, I can't sleep," Baras fought with his pot.

Vero who heard that immediately changed his position to sideways. He looked at Laras fixedly, the man fixated. He just realized that Laras has the face of ayu typical of Indonesian women. His gaze turned to the pouting lips of Laras, he swallowed his saliva with great difficulty.

"Sorry."

I don't know who started it first, but we two chewy things have fused together. Fighting each other for false pleasure. They closed their eyes tightly, feeling the pleasure of slowly clad in passion. Laras looked at Vero sincerely, his heart hammering now.

When it was felt the surrounding air began to thin, Laras beat Vero's chest slowly. Understanding the intention of his ex-wife, Vero immediately ended his activities. He looked at the salivary who had cut off their activities, the man's hands gently rubbed the swollen lips of Laras.

"Sugary" he said with a soft look.

"Ma—mas . ., under the itch. Dedenya kangenya Mas kayaknya," great-grandson of Laras.

He chuckles. "Deed or you?" ask Vero in a seductive tone.

Barrels clucking. Although the fact is he is the one who misses, but the child in his birth also misses his father. Hearing Vero's ruckus, Laras immediately turned his back to Vero, but the man quickly turned his back. Even now that the man had supported himself, Laras was of course surprised by it.

"As you wish, Baby."