The Season of Love
Hand Wash

The Eagle's lips were soft, and Nindya was flammable because of it. The Eagle's kiss is still as sweet as the last weeks when they were together.

Nindya could not understand, why the Eagle had to kiss her again. Though the young man was able to hold himself back yesterday while in the elevator. Even when Nindya accidentally invited him for guidance and dinner, the Eagle really just ate without eating it.

"El, it's ..." whispered Nindya on the sidelines of a breathing pause.

Eagles taste Nindya's lips regularly, skillfully and always full of seduction. Giving promises of pleasure that Nindya has not yet obtained. Ah, Nindya is really intoxicated. The DP was so delicious, especially the main menu? And again Nindya succumbed to the sensual lips of the Eagle and the rough hands of the climber who was playing with her hair.

Nindya's hand that stuck to the Eagle's chest started to move restlessly, wanting to wipe and explore anything that could be reached. However, Nindya's guts had yet to fully accumulate. Though the young lecturer was already very curious about what the Eagle had behind his shorts.

The eagle itself could not hold back. At first he hoped that nothing would happen between them in the long run. He wanted to torture Nindya by teasing her every day just through looks and words of love. Pay attention to their teachers in different ways. Not by touching like before.

But who is patient in facing the stubborn and impulsive Nindya in all her actions? Nindya was indeed six years older than him, but her attitude was sometimes more ridiculous than that of the much younger Vivian.

Both Eagle's hands cupped Nindya's jaws to deepen the kiss. Damn, the Eagle never could stand Nindya's lips. Once attached it will be very difficult to remove. The type of lips that easily create a sting on the passion of his man.

The longer, the more unsure Eagle can maintain his sanity, his breath began to hunt as he poured his tongue deeper into Nindya's oral cavity.

The eagle crazed as it caught the overwhelmed moans of Nindya replying to her attack. The breath of the lecturer was also not regular, occasionally stumbling because the Eagle was too long to pause the kiss and give time to breathe.

Noticing Nindya who was closed and washed away by her seduction, the Eagle further tightened himself until Nindya's back was attached to the wall. Plied Nindya with wild play on her lips and neck.

The eagle wanted Nindya to get angry, then pushed his chest due to his brazen attitude. However, the moment that the Eagle awaited never arrived. He felt Nindya's fingers on his chest move upwards, rubbing his shoulders, neck and ending in his jaw.

Nindya also did not want to stop, she wanted her longing for the Eagles to be treated even if only once, only today then she will forget the sweet incident to focus on arranging her future, her marriage. Oh my god, that's right! Lest it's just nonsense that Nindya is looking for justification.

"El …." Nindya's voice was soft, almost inaudible to the Eagles due to their messy breathing.

Getting a positive response, the Eagle pulled Nindya towards the bed, breaking down and shadowing her from above with both hands right beside Nindya's head. Highlighting Nindya's reddish face and slightly swollen lips.

"Don't look at it!" nindya said with a shy expression.

"What's how?" asked the Eagle in a hoarse voice. He caught Nindya's hand that was about to embrace her neck. Combine the two and put it over Nindya's head.

"El, I'm ashamed! If you want to kiss, then don't use my face like that!" Nindya scowled in annoyance. The eagle made it hot cold with his dark eyes.

"Why embarrassed? We've had sex, kisses, pet** and …."

"El, stop talking about it! Can you not make people more embarrassed?"

Does the Eagle not know that Nindya is craving more touch? Not just a kiss, but something more that can relieve curiosity. Nindya wanted the Eagle without wearing anything, she wanted to see and touch the youth's masculinity without any obstructions. It was even better if the young man was without clothes while overlapping him who was also without a thread. Waw!

The eagle smiled alluringly, then kissed intensely on Nindya's neck until the woman moaned several times. This time the Eagle freed Nindya's hands, letting the little fingers wander around her shoulders, neck to head.

Nindya gasped as soon as the Eagle's lips slipped from her neck. The young man once again looked at him who was very misbehaved because of the passion that had spilled everywhere.

"Ish ... wicked! Don't look at it!" whinek Nindya spoiled. Jesus, Nindya hates hearing her voice change like a cheap young woman.

Feeling Nindya's small hand reached her waist, the Eagle groaned in an impervious manner. His upright passion grew even more stiff. His head began to dizzy feeling the heat all over his body, his brain was already asking for a release.

Nindya blinked for a while, then closed and tried to breathe. His heart was barely dislodged feeling his fingers touching an important part under the Eagle's stomach. Just from the outside, it was still upholstered, but it felt like it had made Nindya tremble. Nindya rubbed it slowly, feeling how hard and ja*tan belonged to the young man who was on it.

Well, Nindya berated her brave self-craze. According to the work of his brain that is getting wild without direction. Until finally, the longer Nindya more want more than just hold-hold.

"Darling …." The eagle hissed favorably by the light touch on the lower part of its body. Just a swipe, but it evokes a deep feeling of love, which the Eagle wants to channel in the sweetest and most romantic way.

The Eagle's hand also came down, rubbing Nindya's outer thigh several times. Getting down to get the edge of the skirt that Nindya wears. Slowly, the Eagle uncovers the cloth that became the barrier until it rises far above the knee, then the Eagle gently stroked Nindya's thigh without breaking the pagutannya.

However, the Eagle fingers again lowered the skirt deftly because they heard the sound of hasty steps. The next second Arga's loud voice sounded in his ears.

"El, leave now what will it be? I took a shower for a while! Njirrrr ... close the door woi! Shit!" Arga cursed several times, his voice was still clear even though he had stepped away from the front room Eagle.

Nindya was choked, her face was instantly pale, not believing that they were caught by Eagle's consort. How could he not hear anyone coming? Luckily, his thighs were perfectly closed. It was just that the position of his hand was in the wrong place when Arga saw it.

The eagle descended from above Nindya with a mediocre face, as if Arga had never seen those who were ready to make love. "You're a little messy, sweetie!"

Nindya wakes up, looking for a mirror and tidying up her entire appearance. His face was flushed red feeling the turmoil of responsibility, as well as the unstoppable shame. "I'm home now, El!"

"Can't!" said Eagles selfish. "Well I'm technical meeting for a while, after that I just drove home! TM is usually only an hour, you can keep in the car or around the campus while waiting for me to finish."

"Aren't you with your friend?" ask Nindya clumsy. If you have to meet Arga who just saw their behavior. "I'm ashamed!"

"It's true, but if you go, Arga can ride his own bike."

"Where's motor? I want to ride a bike too, El! Hugged you from behind." Nindya sulked honestly, she also wanted to be like Vivian who freely hugged the Eagle on top of the vehicle. "Can?"

The eagle stared at Nindya's skirt for a while, then shook his head lightly. "No way, sometime! My motorbike has not been returned to God."

Nindya glanced at the Eagle who changed clothes behind her through the mirror. The guidance student took off his shorts without hesitation, wearing only a triangular cloth with a bulge whose tip poked in front of the navel. The instantaneous sight made Nindya fever and heat within.

"Oh, El!" pekik Nindya. His face turned for a moment to look again.

"Will hold it? We will continue on from TM." The eagle grinned mischievously at Nindya who was watching him from the mirror reflection. With ignorance he turned his back to Nindya, closed the eyes of his lecturer who wanted to see more clearly the masculinity that was tense because of romance.

Nindya complained, her eyes staring at the Eagle's waist and butt before ending up staring at her own hands. With a foolish expression her fingers bent and grasped, then stretched back to the size of an Eagle, then hurriedly rubbed the palm on the skirt like it was drying it.

Geez! Did Madam Lecturer just wash her hands?

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Hi brother, please help with the five-star rate? El wants a contract in Noveltoon for Nindya. Thanks.