Mystery Girl Lurer
At the end of longing

"Don't think you can run away from me!" Grinning widely, stepping towards him, the man stood behind his back. Pulling his waist with his left arm.

"You think you can get away from me?" He whispered in Irna's ear.

"Who wants to escape? what are you thinking? I just want to get my suitcase." He replied to Fredian, there was a bit of cold sweat coming out from his skin pores. The girl suddenly felt not close to her husband. There was a sense of wanting to stay away from him, when that frightening attitude was seen so clearly before his eyes.

"What's in your suitcase? I'll buy ten times." Whisper again, now the man flicked his hair to the side. Sniffing his nape and neckline.

"How can I resist it, I'm really frustrated with it! I don't want to have sex with him right now. Don't want!" Irna screams in her heart.

Fredian was aware of the change in his wife's attitude, Irna closed her eyes tightly now. His body was in his arms.

"You sick?" Fredian pressed his cheek against Irna's cheek. Checking her body temperature, Irna's body felt cold.

Irna released Fredian's embrace from her waist, the girl grabbed the doorknob. Turn it around and step out of the room. He ran a little while biting his lips.

Irna walked down the hallway of her hotel and upon arriving at a turn she stopped abruptly. As fast as lightning Fredian was already at the corner of the wall, at the turn of the hallway. The man leaned against the wall while exhaling his cigarette smoke into the air.

"You want to run away, I know you want to run away from me!" Standing up to him in the middle of the hallway. Irna raised her hand, she was about to run away by flicking her finger. But Fredian instead pulled his arm and threw it against the wall. "Brraaakk! akh! my stomach!" Sizzling Irna while grimacing withstood the pain, her stomach was really aching.

"You're pretending!" Fredian squatted by his side without wanting to help him. The man then stood up and stepped away from his side. Lost in his eyes.

"Fred! you're horrible!" Irna staggered trying to get up. Fresh blood seeped down his calves. One flick of his finger, making his blood stop flowing.

Then the girl returned to the room in the hotel where she had been staying before, Irna dropped her body on her bed. The look in his eyes still vividly remembered how Fredian threw his body against the wall.

"He's really mad right now, really mad at me." His whisper was on himself.

Irna squeezed her stomach, "I'm sorry I couldn't save your life!" Her tears welled up her cheeks, her heart so sad. Irna's age is two months. And maybe Fredian had forgotten that she was pregnant at the time.

"I don't want to see him, Fredian is really scary right now. I'm like his slave! I must fulfill his wish! otherwise he would continue to force!" His grunts beat the pillow on the left-right side of his face.

Irna slid her face over her pillow. And the thump of his hand the umpteenth time, restrained. Someone was holding his right wrist, he was already propping up his head sleeping next to it. The man smiled looking at Irna's face.

"Crazy man! i hate you! Buk up! buk it! buk!" Irna beat him with a pillow she was really upset once, the man she had just talked about was already sleeping next to her.

"You pregnant? why didn't you tell me?" Still holding her tightly to Irna's wrist.

"For what? so you can make me a prisoner?" Grumpily Irna again, trying to release her hand from her right wrist.

"Akkkhs! bruuuk!" Fredian pulled him to lie on his back under the crush of his body.

"Fred my stomach still hurts!" His screams when Fredian was about to kiss his lips.

"Will vampires be injured for more than ten minutes?" The question is full of satire. The man knew Irna was lying to avoid him.

"I felt the wound! why are you insisting that I'm healed?!" She screamed as the man pulled the string of her dress and dumped it on the floor.

"Crazy man! fucking guy! sucks! I hate you!" To Fredian, the man was already racing on his smooth body while clutching two rubbery balls of his chest. Both of his arms held onto Irna's two thighs, opening them wide.

"Akkkhh! akkkhh! mmmhhhh!"

"Fred! akkkhhh.. mmhhh! don't pull.. akkkhh!" Strangled Irna because Fredian pinched a small lump in her sensitive hemisphere.

"Ahhhkk akkkhh auuuwhh!" The girl continued to squeal wringing Fredian's arm. Fredian smiled satisfied to see the face of Irna who had enjoyed the game.

"Do you think you can fool me? is this the face you said was in pain?" Pulling the tip of his nose with a crisp until it is red.

"Stop touching! you're done why not get rid of your hands immediately???!" He complained while beating his chest with both hands.

"Because you're so sweet, so sweet my wife!" Fredian's whisper in Irna's ear.

"Akkhhhh. pardon. ampuuni. forgive me. akhh. emmhhh. akhh. auuhh. auuhh. akhhh!" Fredian threw his possessions into the forbidden area again. Stabbing his sensitive area with gentle strokes.

"Fred... Akkkhn.." Irna groaned squeezing Fredian's back.

"I want you.. Irna. akkkhhh!" His whisper in between his games.

The man gently backpedaled his lips. At about three in the morning Fredian ended the game, from behind Irna's back.

"Fred..." Call him while turning his body towards him. Irna hid her face into the arms.

"Why?" Asking Irna, the man hugged her tightly. He does not want to let go of himself.

"Why did you catch me here? surely your work will be abandoned in London." His whisper was timid, he was so afraid that the man was offended.

"I've given my job to Nira. Wh why? aren't you happy to see me here? is it because you want to show off your body in front of Derent?!" He satirized with spicy words.

"Whatchu mean? my dress is like that! who shows off the body? do you think I'm a lonely woman?! serving you alone has made me almost die of exhaustion!" His grunt while biting his athletic chest.

"Akkkhh! Irna! you bit me??!" He shouted at Irna. But she instead stroked the girl's head, not distancing it from her chest.

"Your bite just made me want to do it again." His whisper in Irna's ear, making Irna hastily release her bite.

"Fredian, I'm tired. Tomorrow night we continue again. Hem?" Putting on a face, trying to seduce her husband.

"Now, slow down." His whisper in Irna's ear. Hearing that Irna squeezed her own fingers.

Fredian raised one leg smoothly, starting with a long, hard prick, a very gentle rhythm. Irna hit Fredian in the head she was upset.

"Akk! akh. akhh.. Fred. mm-hhh. ahhh.." His sigh after dissolving in his game a few minutes later.

"Fred. nngghhhh. ngghhh.." Fredian kissed his neck, still swinging forward and back. Lifting one leg smoothly with his right arm.

"Aoowwhhh.. uuuhhh... oh... mmhh.." Irna enjoyed it so much, she grabbed her husband's neck with both hands. Letting her continuously stomp her hips forward.

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