Not I'm Taking Him
Dian

Dian pov

"What a handsome leader in the next room.

I'm the one who just entered work on this part of the office on the fifth floor.

It's been six months I've been working in another part, which is on the second floor.

And just the first time I stepped foot on the fifth floor, I saw a macho man coming out of the very end of the room.

Souls are in revolt. I'm a girl who I think I'm very pretty.

Whatever it is, I have to get it.

"Who is that?!". I asked.

When the man I was after passed my workroom.

I've been working for a week, but only now can I ask my colleague Maya.

"Oo. that's Mr. Jefri. head of development planning.

Whyyy?! handsome!. You are interested in mr jefri??!.

don't.he's been married for a year. His wife is also beautiful, and the son of a rich man.

When I asked my new co-worker. I'm a little disappointed that he's married.

But somehow, I don't just accept the words of my coworkers. Even my body reacted when I saw Pak Fajri smiling kindly.

Until these two months, I often stole a look at Pak Fajri if he passed by. because I never looked face to face.

"Dian. can you deliver this to Pak Fajri's room?!". said the leader in my room.

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it's time for me to get acquainted and also approach.no matter the husband of the person.if we both like no problem. I murmured in my heart.

"Good sir.

Is there anything I should say if he asks?!". I said approaching my room leader's desk.

"No. everything has been recorded here all!". he said.

"All right sir!". I said.

retrieving the file that will be delivered to the room of Pak fajri.the man of my dreams.

Must resolve.

The first time I met him, he was very friendly.

Even when he met, he answered my greeting kindly. Makes my heart pound as I remember my smile, Mr. Fajri.

Either luck, or what. I who that afternoon will go home to work. waited for my ojol in front of the exit of the office parking lot. because the motorbike should not pass in front of the lobby.

Mr. Fajri who just got out of the parking lot offered to drive me.

Of course I did not refuse.I was looking forward to the moment with him.

And, my stomach rang while we were talking in his car. Until Pak Fajri invites to eat first.

But I refused, because I was a little uncomfortable eating together in a public place.

My husband, my social soul, said.

"You just brli deh dian. later eat in your house.

"No need sir. But the father who accompanied me I wanted to!". I said nosily.

"Ok. I'm hungry too!. I happen to be my wife is at her parents' house. must not have cooked either. 'cause she's home the night.

Turns out he was yelling. Yeah, I had to gracep. he didn't reject my invitation.

So we ate when almost magrib in my apartment, because it was hungry in the afternoon.

My apartment is not far from the office where I work, only a five-minute drive away.

"Dian, I can pray magrib here no. it's the problem.

"May sir. meramaah also may!". bargained me.

"Ok. we are worshippers!". he said.

And...

When he finished praying, he immediately faced me extending his hand. I greeted him, and he thrust it into my mouth to kiss his hand.

Deg

And Mr. Fajri immediately kissed the old tip of my head. I'm thumping.

"Eh sorry sorry...

I have a habit of praying with my wife!". he said away and sat on the sofa.

I was the one who was still pounding just looking at him.

"I'm sorry, I can't possibly cheat on my wife. I love him so much!". said Mr. Fajri.

Turns out he heard me.

"So the mistress can be sir!". I said sitting next to him.

I have to get it. Even if his heart is divided, I have no problem.

The important thing is that I can be with him.

"Since the beginning I've been interested in the father. somehow.I can not escape the shadow of the father.

Make me a part of your life story.I accept whatever you want.I can be with you.

He looked at me deeply, I reassured him with a deep and hopeful look.

And

"You want it and you have to accept all the consequences.

You can't back down and you can't ask for more than I can give you.

Who can resist my charm which is quite beautiful.it is my friend's confession.

"I have never felt so deeply attracted to another man. For some reason, my heart and body were very much in action when I met my father.

Seeing my dad's smile pounding!". I replied honestly.

"Have you never been together to compare your body's reaction to me.

Are you no longer a virgin and have ever done with your girlfriend.ok you can talk like !that!". he said.

looking into my eyes, and still cupping my tiny face with both of her burly palms.

"I'm still a virgin. I've dated twice. and only dare to cuddle and kiss.

"Ok. Prove if you're a virgin. I'll make you my mistress if you can prove it.

But if you are not a virgin enough you serve me.

I haven't had four days of contact with my wife because she's on the moon.

Satisfy me with your virginity.

Then it rattled my lips, until my breath was tight.

"Where's your room!".

I pointed to him, Then Mr. Fajri carried my body which was only one-third of his body.

Till.

My screech rang out when something that Pak Fajri pressed into my body tore something that would never come back again.

"It turns out you're still a virgin, so I'll keep my promise to make you a part of my life story.

But, in order to marry you. I can't yet. you have to understand!". he said looking at me deeply.

I nodded with a grimace.because I was still enduring the pain, when my private parts were torn apart.

But my heart is very happy. mr. fajri already I get it completely. I can feel something that only for his wife he gave.

But I'm sure there will be something for me sooner.

He rubbed the corner of my teary eyes and then kissed my eyes.

"It's okay.the pain is only for a moment.My wife is also the first time too.

Even my back was clawed as he screamed in pain.

"After this, you will be addicted". Mr. Fajfi still briefly held something that I felt filled my deepest part of my body.

And...

He did it gently, making me float up.

I felt my uterus being watered a lot by

I don't know.this is the first time I felt it. did Pak Fajri piss inside my body. Or indeed this is how it feels when the name squirts.

Delicious and delicious taste.

Since then, we have done it often.

Either during the break or after work, we always take time.

Every day.

Dian pov end's.

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