I tilted to my left side, facing Satya who was as innocent as I was. My right leg was raised up as he released the tension in my cleavage that had become slippery from repeated climaxes. It still hurt when he filled me. So full.Satya curled up slightly. His lips reached for the peak of my slickness in front of me, sucking as hard as he could until it felt like I too was sucked into a wild imagination."Bite down, Sat...," I pleaded in a voice that turned out to be... hoarse. My mouth continued to open, escaping a whimper every time his thrusts pressed deep.Satya actually bit my peak. Painful, but amused as well. Satya's face, looking up at me, looked adorable as he did so. He switched to sucking the right one while twisting his fingers on the left one. It was hard for me not to scream when the sucking alternated with nibbling and tugging that tugged at my arousal."Want more?""Want more ...." Obviously I accepted Satya's every offer.
"Satya... ah!"I kept listening to Rena saying my name despite being in the game of many men. She seemed to be enjoying herself and was so... sexy.A shiny body, either sweat or cum, and her messy hair was sticky and wet.I felt like I was watching a live broadcast of a blue movie. The exquisite sound of her screams every time she was entered from various sides, the clap of skin against skin, and the satisfaction of seeing that passionate face.I took a deep drag of the nicotine stick in my fingers, then confirmed the position of the camera that was filming them.I'm eager to join in, to break up the atmosphere I'm used to seeing. Rena is different. She's my most favorite toy. Touching her is like an addiction that I can't stop.But this time is different. Maybe it's the effect of the drug? Seeing Rena like this, my brain is full of desire to enjoy her, but down here it suddenly dysfunctions.Damn psychiatrist! She made me impotent?Shit! I gotta get out!Rena in the center of the aban
"Why not in the apartment?" Rena finally asked after a few minutes of silence, since I carried her into the bathtub filled with warm water. She must have been really tired after serving the lust of many people at once. And me, of course.Am I crazy? Why just that point at me? I'm just bribing Rena with the satisfaction she loves."Do you want them to know your place?" I asked back as I rubbed the soap suds that appeared on the surface of the water along her arms with light massages. Occasionally Rena moaned when my massage landed on her sensitive spots."You also offered me to the guys outside. You told them to come to my place again.""Did I tell them your number or the floor of your apartment? No, right?""That's a cop out."Rena ended it with a laugh. Sweet. I just couldn't understand why Rena would make an account of her masturbation activities. She was so happy to show the advantages of her curves that... I was also very interested as a normal man.After bringing Rena back to th
Twenty-four hours is the limit for reporting a missing person, but what do I have to do with Rena to be looking for her? She's a mature woman.Just... restless. My head gets heavy and hot if I don't see her for ... more than three days if I look at the date on my phone screen.Returning from campus to Uncle Dean's house, there was no sign of Rena returning. The room where we had last shared our passion was still very tidy."See you, Dad?" I asked when I passed Uncle Dean in the basement where the vehicles were parked. Dera's father was still wearing his neat shirt as he loosened the tie from around his neck.My intention was to search again in a place that Satya might have visited. A man like him can't disappear from the office without leaving a trace."Why are you even looking for a woman like that? Rena is old enough to choose to leave." Uncle Dean was heard grumbling as I followed him up the stairs."Dad..., Rena promised Ben that she would ask permission if she wanted to leave. It
After bringing Rena, is the trouble done? I don't know. I don't know how our relationship will continue when every day there's always a chance to go through a thrilling game.The little undressing game on the dining room chair for example. Just slipping my tension through the side of the panties under Rena's skirt, and she's the one who moves around looking for satisfaction while my two hands direct her waist every time it weakens.Like this, when I was just a few minutes away, Papa crossed the room just to get water from the dispenser into a glass.Shit! I thought Papa's house would be empty until after work. Karin had already gone abroad, while Mama was getting busy with the business branch of her course institution.Rena wanted to get off my lap when she realized we weren't alone in this room. However, I kept her body submerged in mine. It's enough like this.I rested Rena's face on my shoulder while I glared at Papa who was taking various snacks casually."Hurry up and get married
"I'm not sure if you think you're going to propose to me." Rena opened the conversation after the car I was driving turned onto the road outside the city. Her gesture was leaning obliquely towards me."If you're not sure, why did you agree to take me home?" I laughed at her choice to stammer in front of Mama when we talked yesterday.How could it not be funny?She even turned around to walk to the courtyard and hit the wrong stairs. I was the one who laughed, I was also the one who was scolded by Mama. Even though it was her fault, she also didn't look at the road.Now, she seems confused, she's been silent a lot since the conversation yesterday. Last night they slept in separate rooms. I have work to do, I won't be able to focus if I continue to be presented with an exotic view on a bed as beautiful as Rena.The fingers of Rena's left hand played with the decoration whose head was rocking on the dashboard. "That's ...."The strange things of Uncle Dean's car is already cool from the
"You didn't tell me Mom was gone." Rena placed a bouquet of baby breath and roses at the grave marker we went to. She accepted the blue pasmina I brought her, matching the denim blouse and skirt she was wearing."If I told you, wouldn't you be hysterical like before?"I can imagine how long Rena cried for the time she missed because she wasn't with her mother for a long time. I squatted beside Rena and looked at the new mound of ground, lacking the usual sprinkling of flowers like a new cemetery. Maybe not many people came."I should have been ready to go home, instead of inviting you to have a quick sex in the car." Rena wiped the flow on her cheeks again.Yes, that business can't be denied. I quite understand Rena's habit of stroking her cheeks every time we meet. It's really hard to reduce the intensity of her arousal with outside activities or maybe meet more family. Rena can suddenly wake 'me' up between narrow places."Uncle Dean to
If you say channeling sadness through unification, I don't think so. It's just annoying to see Ben staying quiet when I don't have anything to do. It's like he doesn't comfort me after the funeral, instead he's busy with himself.Even if I'm sitting in his lap leaning back after the last bit of pleasure, Ben's attention is still on his unreal friends on the phone screen."Dad said he won't be angry if I want to see everything from my body." Sometimes I think, how much do people care about me? If I do what other people want, will they praise me? "Yes, I'm fine. Mom told me to make Dad happy, but Dad didn't let me tell Mom so she wouldn't be sad."It turned out that Ben was hugging me from behind, letting my back rest against his solid chest. It was ridiculous, but warm and cozy.Ben asked, "What have you done?" I think my life story is interesting for guys, it just invites sympathy."I was told to look at this." I turned to face Ben and stepped back to give him some space. I sat up, sp
"Did you choose to settle here?" This was Maureen's question. I've gotten to know her better since moving to this country. Maybe a few blocks apart, but close enough to do our weekly shopping together."Ben said he had some business, so I guess his offer for me to stay here until graduation wasn't a bad choice," I explained as I pushed our shopping trolley into the trunk of the car, while Maureen looked tired from pushing the babies' stroller."Yeah..., I think your choice isn't bad. I can have someone to talk to too while you guys aren't back yet." Her intonation was clearly hopeful.For me who barely had any friends, moving around more than expressing what I felt, being friends with Maureen was a luxury. She was quite chatty, and I barely had anything to talk about other than responding to her."The twins really enjoy sleeping ...." I glance at the presence of Maureen's babies. Boys.I thought Maureen had a special relationship with Ben, but she ended up marrying Angga. I guess I wa
"Are we really moving there together?" Rena questioned after seeing the e-ticket I had on my phone screen. Well, that was a bit of a surprise. "It depends on how long you want to stay there." Since the visa Rena applied for was also for non-immigrants, it was valid only during the student exchange. If she wanted to extend it as a tourist or even stay, I wouldn't mind. In fact, for the time being, it might be better for Rena to take a vacation or find something that isn't tiring. The previous incident that took away our future child sometimes made Rena shed tears. "How are you doing?" Rena asked again. She continued to fix the toga I was wearing. Even though there was no departmental photo session and it was okay to take off all the graduation gear attached to my body. The weather lately has been in favor of taking off my clothes. "Which job is it?" I moved closer to Rena's side, looking at the photos of the camera she had just taken from the tripod, used earlier to capture moments
"Any hurt?" I asked after finding Rena pinched between the passenger bench and the protective airbag. At least I could still breathe a sigh of relief knowing Rena could still walk out after the collision just now.I saw Satya still on the driver's seat, pressed against the door next to him that was wrenched in. He was unconscious.Maybe someone could say that I was really reckless in crashing the motorcycle into the car carrying Rena, and the four-wheeled vehicle swerved to avoid me. It was partially destroyed by the road divider.Me? Well, I'm fine with a little friction on the skin of my arm from being dragged on the asphalt when I let go of the motorcycle I was riding earlier. After all, the injuries I got before were much more. All of this... is nothing."Ben? How could you...," Rena was holding my waist, more like she was pulling my arm to rest on her shoulder, "you still have to need rest?""Think of yourself, Rena!" I refused, feeling that she was much more in need of help."Me?
A few months in a second-floor room in a Somerville neighborhood, about an hour away from campus by public transportation, was not so foreign to me. It was like sharing a house with strangers without interfering in each other's private affairs.Shared common spaces, with private rooms. Don't forget the private bathroom for me. It's a bit more expensive than the rent for other residents' rooms, but it's better than having to wait in line at a crucial time.This morning I was surprised by the arrival of a thousand white roses, the delivery courier said. It's a good thing they weren't real roses, or I would have acted like I had a cold all day.Who knows about my allergy other than close friends? Uncle Darren has 'almost killed me' many times for giving me real flowers.By the way about Uncle Darren, I offered him to redo our relationship completely from scratch. As a good cousin, not based on desire that I know is hard to resist.Who could resist a Maureen?Okay, call me narcissistic. A
"We need to talk, Uncle." Maureen almost pushed the blanket off her legs when Darren nodded. In his opinion, they needed to settle their dangling relationship outside of the decisions of the people around them. They had the freedom to decide their future regardless of the stigma attached to Maureen snatching Darren. "Yeah, we have to," Darren smiled instantly even though the airline's departure announcement seemed to delay them, "but later. See ya." The man signaled his departure by pointing outside. Of course Maureen clearly knew she had to wait for Darren to meet her. However, the flight--which she had read on the internet--lasting for over eight hours until arriving at the transit airport further strengthened her curiosity. "Shit!" There wasn't the slightest hint of enjoyment in any of the amenities that could divert his curiosity. The airline's signature main course reminded her of eating with Angga even though it was served in small portions. The expensive wine offered by th
"Yes, Grandpa gave me a first class ticket. It's really cool, isn't it?" After going through the check-in section, Maureen dragged her suitcase through the corridor directed by the attendant to be placed on the flight baggage entry rail while continuing her phone call to a friend on the other side. "Not really. I've only ever been on private jets."It wasn't just a different island, but also a different continent. Serena's friend had already left for another country."I and Angga just let it flow. We don't have to get married quickly." Maureen's steps quickened as she looked at the white gold band-like watch around her left wrist. Her departure time was just around the corner. She needed time to relax her waist for a moment."Are you sure he can stay with you so far away?" Serena's question had been a long consideration for Maureen to maintain a relationship with Angga until it needed to be discussed.Angga's time-consuming profession sometimes made Maureen doubt if the man was only o
"What, huh?" Angga tapped each of Maureen's fingers that hung in the air as they grasped each other, comparing the same shape that differed in size. "My family is not very close." Every time they met face to face, they would smile at each other, considering the accident as part of fate. "Is that how you get along?" Maureen recalled how Erlan, who was also a doctor under her father's position, could talk as light as a feather when they met. There was indeed a conversation that was avoided, and Maureen's curiosity led to questions until Angga, who was usually to the point, pulled out the trump card he wanted. "Well, just to say hello. Not more." Angga straightened his back, placing it against the glass wall of the room as he looked at the dark sky outside. Clear without clouds. "So, there's not much we can invite from your family?" asked Maureen, looking for ways to pry information using the alibi of their wedding needs. Angga's narrow eyes widened in amazement. "You said you haven
"M.J. Abraham...," said the man who made Angga turn to the clapping hands nearby, "it's Angga's surprise, ihuh?" A couple of people Angga knew greeted him in turn, then Resti joined their small circle. Maureen reflexively followed Angga even though she felt she had never seen that two people before, she was a bit surprised by the title the man had given them as if they had known each other before. "Wow, Uncle Erlan and Aunt Iren came too!" Resti offered two glasses of drinks on trays carried by the waiters and was immediately greeted with a look of friendliness. Perhaps confused, or rather observing, Maureen had to take a quick look at each face near her in turn. There was no falseness that came to her from Angga's life, including the family that came. They were even newly reunited. "Can't word on your candidate, here." The woman called Aunt Iren chimed in. Although the knee-length dress she wore was formal with long sleeves and no special accents, she had her own charisma behind
A dark SUV pulled up in front of a spacious ironwood house, dropping off a pair of people who seemed perfectly matched in both appearance and body language. The sturdy old building in front of them was surrounded by a heavy guard, reinforcing the notion that an important event was taking place inside."Do we have to come like this?" asked the woman, adjusting the skirt of her evening blue satin dress to cover her ankles. A headpiece of similar material was pinned with a simple silver hoop, adding to the expensive nature of the overall look.She regretted the impression of a family that had to look perfect at all events despite the fact that they were going through a long war of contention that had yet to be resolved. From legal settlements regarding the division of joint property during marriage, to custody matters and the accompanying financing.Iqlima could use the alibi of Darren's infidelity if he still insisted on taking their three children from her side. It wasn't just snippets