
...PoV Arga Alexander's...
I peeked out from the door vierwer as the sound of a bell rang out from within my dwelling. I saw the woman I helped this afternoon standing with a very anxious face. Makes me smile on her side, why she acts as if she never did anything even though she has been dating for 7 years with her boyfriend.
I opened the door and told her to take a shower, so I could enjoy her clean body.
I see him according to what I say. Surprised as well, she looks like a nice girl.
After some thought, I also don't know why I was moved to do this to her. Because usually I only use women who usually invite me to have sex for pleasure only.
When I first saw her, I admired her face a little. It looks so beautiful without makeup. Not like the girls I meet often who always dress up every want to meet me.
At that time, I could see her face laughing with her friends. She's really pretty and radiant. Yeah, I'm not lying, she's brightly radiant. I felt like I was getting a positive aura from him.
At first, I just admired her beautiful face. Not thinking of approaching because I myself have not been interested in being in a relationship with anyone.
That night while delivering the oma check-up, I climbed onto the roof of the hospital to smoke a cigarette. I did it because oma would get angry if I found smoking.
A little story, I was with the oma at Junior High School, then High School in London with my parents. Graduating High School I returned to accompany oma, and now help her take care of the company including the hospital that I was visiting at that time, is the property of oma.
My parents stayed in England. I'm an only child and I love me very much, wanting me to continue but not for free. I still have to go to business school while learning to manage his business.
That night I heard someone crying and screaming, at first I was just looking from another angle. I don't want to interrupt and just want to finish my cigarettes. Then I remembered that face. She's the girl sitting next to me on campus this afternoon.
I watched him, listened to all his chatter in the sky and tried to understand his condition which required money for his grandmother's recovery. Poor thing, I understand because I also love oma.
I opened the teak when I saw her squatting while crying. He only wears a thin shirt on nights that are a lot of wind and cold.
I spread my jacket over his head so that he would not see my face. "Wear that. It's cold." Without further ado I went down without knowing how to respond. To be sure, he would be embarrassed if he found out that I heard his complaint earlier.
I saw him go into a room. After that, I checked who was being treated in the room. It turned out that his grandmother's condition was really very concerning. I also told people to investigate the girl and really, the fact that she was the son of a prostitute and was in a relationship for 7 years made me shake my head. A plain face does not guarantee the straightness of life.
Syahdu, the girl finally came out of the bathroom and walked towards the walk in closet. I looked at him from behind. Her smooth and smooth legs make me very tasteful.
"Old!" I screamed when he didn't show up.
He came out slowly, looking embarrassed and doubtful.
I stared at his perfect body. I can't believe she's really pretty. He who always wears loose clothing, turns out to keep something beautiful in it.
"Sit here." I said and he obeyed.
I looked at every shape of his body. It was clean as if it was well taken care of.
I took off her long, unraveling hairband on her waist. I gently stroked her, perfect.
"Lo's hair is good." My praise was straightforward, yet he just lowered his head.
I stood up and took off my clothes. I can't wait to eat it.
"Let's we start.."
Just to start, I remembered something.
"Before, drink this first."
I took a pregnancy-inhibiting drug and told him to take it.
"What's this?"
"Pill KB. Hurry up, I don't have much time!" Tukanku and he immediately drank it.
I immediately gave her a light touch on the lips, making her feel a sense of comfort. He does not retaliate and tends to be quiet like a person who never kisses. I then shifted down her neck that was level and white. I heard him moan. Very amusing.
I slowly opened the sexy clothes on his body and immediately devoured the beautiful mound there.
I played it softly and could feel the passion that was starting to peak in him.
Hearing the subtle sighs from her lips made my body want to conquer her immediately.
Without further ado I immediately directed the center of my body to the core of enjoyment on his body. I could feel her tensed self and her hand clasping firmly onto that white bed sheet.
I was amazed by her attitude that never seemed to be touched. Though I'm sure her boyfriend's been very satisfied making her a private whore for years. It's impossible to do nothing in 7 years. Impossible.
I put mine in and started breaking through. But I stopped when I felt that there was a wall blocking inside. I looked at the girl now under my cage. He closed his eyes and bit his lips. His face turned to the right, not looking at me.
But I was silent for a moment and felt something different. It's totally out of reason. She... is a virgin?
I hit him slowly and he endured the pain, I could see a water droplet dripping across his temple, falling onto a pillow that looked slightly wet.
'Shit 'Shit! He was completely untouched and I was the first to do so.'
Somehow I feel guilty. But since it had already happened, I continued, doing it slowly because I knew it must have been painful for him.
I cut short the activities that should have made me satisfied but now I feel very guilty. Moreover, she cried without a sound and did not want to look at me.
"Tonight you sleep here, I'll be out for a while and don't go anywhere!" I woke up and immediately got up. But I was surprised to find blood in my bedsheet and also in my core.
I immediately put on my pants and grabbed a cigarette to get out of the room. I could see he was still lying on his side with a blanket covering his body. She was crying without a sound.
"Huh!!" I let go of the breath that felt tight since then after arriving at the rooftop. I looked at the clear night sky. My chest rumbled for what reason. Though this isn't my first but really, I look like a jerk who raped a girl.
I took a deep sip of the cigarette, trying to ease the strange feeling that was now stirring me.
What makes me feel guilty is my poor judgment of him. Her mother, a prostitute, and her relationship with her boyfriend, who for years convinced me that she was not the woman who kept her honor. But it turns out I was wrong. He gave it up for his grandmother's recovery.
"Aarrayghh! Goddamnit!!" I screamed out and regretted. But that's it, it's already gone and he also agreed to it, right?
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I can't go back fast. I waited for him to sleep because it somehow felt bad if he was still awake.
I was out for four hours and finally decided to go into the apartment.
I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw him fall asleep. It turned out that he had cleaned up his blood marks as well.
I was also sleepy, tired from the thought of not stopping to think about it.
I climbed onto the bed and froze as the girl moved and turned to face me. Thank goodness he fell asleep.
I lay my body facing him. I could hear the soft snoring from her slightly open lips. I kissed those lips but only to the extent that she was excited. Then after I noticed, her lips were very seductive.
The girl's face was really very soft. How could she be born from the womb of a prostitute?
I don't know, obviously I was just helping him. I didn't forbid him from having anything to do with his girlfriend anyway. Isn't that fair enough, if you think about it again, what I gave him might be worth billions, given his grandmother's illness that would cost him a lot of money. I think it's all appropriate.
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