When The Young Meets Gray
About Kesha

Hi, introduce me Kesha. My full name is Kesha Guererro. You may know me as Flint's high school friend, or as Edgar's ex-lover, or as. It's up to you to know what I look like. But here I am.

I will tell you my life story. But where should I tell you? My bitter life story began when we all finished the National Examination. Happy is not playing it, after 12 years of school, I and my friends finally did not go to school again.

However, it is sad that we are all separated by the goals of their respective universities. At first I didn't know where I was going, and all my friends knew, including Edgar. Edgar, who was still my girlfriend, majored in gourmet practice at one of the city's best private universities.

Because back then, I didn't know where I was going, I just hoped my parents would send me to the same town as Edgar. At that time, I loved him very much. Not because he's a cook, not because he's handsome, but because of the gentleman nature he has. She treated me very gently, like an antique, or like a queen. How could I not love him?

But that's all I left when I found out that I was going to college in Paris. Yeah, everything I've left out includes my feelings of love for Edgar. My parents left me in Paris because my parents had a friend and that friend guaranteed me a life in Paris as long as I wanted to date her son.

On my last day of the National Examination, my parents' friend's son came to pick me up in a fancy car. From his face looks like a person who just entered the age of the head 2. He even kissed my lips after I got into his car and he put on a seatbelt for me. I saw clearly there was Edgar who at that time saw the action of the man. That guy I think is very aggressive but the longer he gets to know him turns out to be very perverted.

My parents only knew of my talent in painting but they put me in art college instead. I was confused as to what to do there, and my parents told me not to, but to force me to be a model. Why become a model? Because his friend is a business owner in the field of fashion.

If I became a model, they thought I would be in the right hands in the hands of that friend. I had no choice but to obey my parents. I really wanted to run away and go to my home country, but I didn't have much money. For my pocket money only, they gave me a small amount.

After I found out about my parents who educated me in Paris, about me having to date that pervert, I was devastated. All I thought about was whether my parents were selling me? is this the best for me? why should I follow all my parents' wishes?

Especially when my parents are willing to borrow money from loan sharks just to educate me in Paris. I wanted to stop, but it was impossible. My parents even borrowed money from loan sharks.

Studying there is not cheap. The loan money from loan sharks was very large, especially my parents who could not pay before the deadline, it resulted in the number getting bigger.

I wanted to try to help my parents, because I thought it was all because of me. I followed their wishes. I was dating his friend's son. His perverted friend's son.

When I decided to date her son, she asked me out on a date. On the first day we were dating, she asked me out at a bar. Though dating can be done elsewhere such as watching movies together, a walk in a romantic place because Paris is a lot of romantic places.

He took me to a bar and ordered 1 VVIP room. In that room there was only me and him. Because I already knew he was a very perverted person, I honestly struggled to be in the room. From him who kept sipping beer, pouring beer into my glass until he kissed my lips.

My first and second kisses were snatched away by that pervert. When he kissed my lips, I felt the lust of that pervert. Lust wants to devour my whole body. My lips continue to receive attacks from her bitter lips because of alcohol*l. Until I felt out of breath, I let go of him.

Just 1 second away from me removing her from my lips, she kissed my neck instead. It feels very tingly, but honestly it's delicious. He violently forced me to drink beer in my glass. As a result my beer spilled onto my clothes.

And you know what he's doing? He undressed me with a single pull. Then I poured beer from the bottle over my body. With a burning lust, he wiped away the beer spill with his lips. Although I thought he was half drunk, but his strength was incredible. I can't rid myself of its overlap.

I continued to rebel because he had already dared to play my 2 hills. He squeezed it, twisted it and even bit my put*ng. This is not true, I'm like a prostitute*r sold by my parents.

He immediately removed his mouth from my body. "What time are you going to college tomorrow?" ask her while putting my clothes back on.

I couldn't answer because I was so scared back then. He repeated his question by ditching me a beer right out of his bottle.

I had to answer him and he said he'd pick me up tomorrow because he wanted to give me a present. All I had in mind was one, she gave me a gift because I was bare-chested just now. I feel myself broken, my body is no longer holy.

And the next day, he was right to pick me up and take me somewhere. The place was like a luxurious penthouse, many servants and guards inside the place. I kept guessing what gift he was going to give me. He took me into the penthouse.

Then you guys know? He immediately charged at my lips, throwing the bag I was holding. His long finger held my face. Honestly, the touch he gave me always made me crumble. He didn't touch me roughly but he was very gentle like a gentleman. Gentlemen do not have bad intentions for women, do they?

He took me to a room. The room is very spacious, there is a king-size bed, sofa and hanging tv. He immediately pushed me into bed. Ah, I already know what he wants to do. He pushed me down and undressed me one by one.

"Where's my gift?" I asked as she held my bra hook.

"You really want a gift from me?" replied the pervert, at once his hand did not open my bra hook. His hand extended to my bottom which was still cd-covered.

Ahh.. Is this what it's like to have intercourse? Even we haven't gotten in touch, I've felt the pleasure of the touch.

"I'll give you the gift now. Close your eyes." He closed my eyes with a cloth. Both of my hands were tied to the side posts of his bed. I refused many times but she grabbed my hand very hard and tied it.

She opened my bra hook and tasted both hills. Your body jolts violently when it receives its touch. I really like prostitution*r.

As her touch walked down to my bottom, I crossed my legs tightly so that she would not open my CD. And you know what? He couldn't open with his own hands but he took the scissors and cut out the right and left sides of my cd.

He played it like an expert. Whether I'm a woman, her touch really meluhkan women. I resigned myself to what he did to me, my hands tied together by him. My virginity was taken away by her and she said it was a gift. I'm cheap, right?

After a few hours she played hers in my core, she finally reached her climax. His body fell on top of my body. His mouth was still actively playing both of my hills as his hands opened the blinders and ties in my hands.

"This is the first for you, right? Me too." said the pervert. I'm not sure if this is all the first for him. Then his mouth made another sound.

"I just want to fuck you."

Gosh, what does that mean? He said it as if I was the only woman he loved.

As the saying goes, the heart is asked for the same as this man. Confirmed once, ask again. He used to ask me to satisfy his lust even if he didn't know the place.

Since I was in modeling school, I decided to intern at her place using the connection between me and her. He was the leader of his father's former business.

Working in the same place, I had to travel with him. Even to straighten out the skewed gossip, she announced that I was her lover to all her employees.

And because he works in the same place, this perverted man does not hesitate to complete his passion in the car in the parking lot where we work, or in the room of his CEO. Both places are silent witnesses of our love.

To be honest he didn't treat me like a prostitute*r. She treats me gently, she often gives me her blackcard to shop with, and sometimes I feel like she's a romantic and protective person.

He always opens the car door for me and his hands are always on top so I don't get shocked, he often takes me to a romantic dinner or if one of us has to be overtime, he ordered food and we ate in his CEO's room.

But he really does not like if I wear a sponge skirt while working, even he expels men who are male when I am clean gladi fashion show. If there is a man who sees the curves of my body, it must be me who is punished. The punishment was nothing but in bed.

Because of her, I became a famous model in Paris. A lot of companies offered me to be their model, but back to that protective guy. He was the one who chose which company I could take his offer and he did not hesitate to reject the company that I should not take on the grounds that the leader was perverted, likes 'hold-hold'.

I don't know what the status of our relationship is, obviously we never express our feelings to each other. There is no binding status between us. I just feel good about him, and so does he. I think he's just comfortable with my body.

Until finally, the loan shark came to my house when he drove me home. He met the loan shark and I also found it difficult to explain the situation. I paid my parents' debt every month, but it still won't end. My parents' debt keeps growing because of the flowers.

I finally explained everything from the loan shark until I let my body go to him. It was obvious on his face that he felt guilty. He wants to pay all the debt with the loan shark, I thank him. Even if he sold all his work, it couldn't pay off my debt.

I don't want to be her burden anymore. I cut off her access to meet me, I quit her workplace and returned to my home country. He kept looking for me but he didn't know I was coming back to my home country.

Something different happened. In my home country, there was no one to pick me up, eat with me, and no one to support me anymore. I started my new life by forgetting the one in Paris.

I accepted the lead designer position where Flint worked. Because Flint also I received a fixed salary that was enough for me to survive but still, the debt was never paid off.

Until I finally found out that Young Scarlette was a business of Flint and his wife, Julie. On Julie's first day at work, the couple walked across the lobby to the CEO's office. I'm really jealous of him. I felt that way when I was working with that guy in Paris.

But whatever my day, I'm not in Paris anymore. Just a few hours Julie was working, she lowered my position which obviously my salary would also be reduced. I was very unaccepting and put up a fight. Before Julie was in Young Scarlette, my life was peaceful under Flint.

That's where I want to get rid of Julie and restore order to my life. But suddenly, I was pregnant. It was none other than my son who was in Paris. He didn't want to use safety when I had sex with him so I was the one taking the Pill.

Until I arrived in my home country, I forgot to take the Pill and suddenly I got pregnant. I'm so confused, do I have to go back to Paris? But my brain suddenly thought of using this pregnancy to get rid of Julie.

Every time I try to get rid of Julie, I fail. It was even me who got the spicy words coming out of his mouth. The words that are able to bring me down are as low as possible. And suddenly, I miscarried. My son's baby in Paris died.

From the time I arrived at the hospital, until I arrived at the operating room, I kept thinking about the man. What if she finds out I'm pregnant with her child, will she be happy? What if he finds out his son died? Will he be sad?

That's the story of my life I can tell. I'm the Kesha you know, and that's me. I do not deny that I am ******, cheap women, and household destroyers of people. But you guys know? As much as I tried to damage their household, their household was never damaged. They seem to have a strong foundation.

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