"How stupid! Why would I offer her something like that?" Darren thought to himself the whole way home after dropping Maureen off.He still imagines every detail of his verbal agreement with his cousin, which turned out to be emotionally draining. Like Mr. Wiratama's describe, Maureen is not an easy girl to conquer.Darren had to promise things that could hurt his life choices."Great night?" Laughing at himself, Darren's brain drew memories of every detail of their interaction.The warmth and tightness of Maureen six years ago, every curve she was able to touch these days, as well as the lips that were so much fun to enjoy.It's hypocritical of him to say he's not tempted.Maureen's sensual sighs while rocking in the car alone make him wonder how it would feel if they actually did the forbidden thing. Anywhere and anytime.The fantasies in Darren's head were running wild. He had already wiped his face roughly countless times even though there was no sweat on it. No matter how diverted
"Damn!" cursed Maureen when her landlord opened the door.Without waiting to be invited, Maureen targeted the pantry near the entrance and surveyed the contents of the refrigerator. She placed the original small sling bag containing her wallet and cell phone on a spare pantry cabinet."Why else would you come in all riled up?" Serena, the owner who was surprised by Maureen's arrival, was busy fixing the outer layer of the thin overalls and tying her hair high."You know what? I was told to do hard labor!"Maureen opened the juice box from the refrigerator. Her hands deftly searched for a glass on the cabinet's drain rack to pour the liquid contents of the threadbare orange and quickly drank like she was finishing a long-distance run."Hold on. Hold on. What do you mean by labor?" Rather than being shocked by Maureen's habit of having no manners every time she came to visit, Serena was more worried about the purpose of the labor, which she thought led to a one-sided satisfactory agreem
Maureen had no choice but to attend the job interview which she thought was too early. After college, morning is a sacred time to free herself from the burdens of the world for her.Back-to-back messages from her mom and of course the man whose main purpose was to be in that giant building full of shops and offices managed to force her to borrow Serena's formal wear."Hi! Want an internship too?" chided the young man sitting in the waiting room after Maureen had faced many questions and challenges from the elders who clearly knew her.It was all so tiring, Maureen just accepted the bottled of water from the figure who moved to sit next to her."Too?" Turning her head for a moment, Maureen observed the smooth face of the speaker. It looked like a drama actor from an East Asian show with local skin color."There, the name tag." The man pointed at the marker hanging around Maureen's neck, also revealing his own."Uh, yes." Maureen nodded. She did not really respond because she was still
"Can you double-check the performance of our marketers in this retail section?" Darren threw several folders of documents on the table at once.One of them was deliberately open and showed abnormal curves in terms of sales promotion financing."It's already in the report, sir." Maureen tried to defend herself. Her job was only to make reports based on existing data.Maureen couldn't keep quiet. Too many times she felt like she was having a heart attack due to Darren's harshness when it came to work. Gone was the man's habitual patience when it came to financial imbalances.There are abnormal reports of shopping mall branches trying to get back on their feet after a dozen-year long pandemic. Everyone is trying to save personal income, but not thinking about long-term solutions that can sustain the tyranny of the many."This is just a list. Have you checked directly in the field? Do you have a checklist?" Darren clearly crossed out the open page. The sign he gave made Maureen instantly
It was a warmth that Maureen had not felt for too long. Like an amateur, the lingering touch on her lips forced Maureen to close her eyes, savoring the traces of coffee left behind.Her grip on the edge of the pantry table tightened, hoping that something more would happen. But it didn't. The warm breath on Maureen's face had gone away."Sorry, I'm ...." Ben realized they were in a public place where anyone could see them and seemed to massage the base of his back neck.Maureen is right. Any man can be tempted if constantly confronted with triggers of desire. Especially when faced with a figure as sexy as Maureen. No matter how thickly covered with clothes, Maureen's posture and body language are very inviting."No." Maureen fixed the strands of hair that were actually not affected at all by their brief kiss. "It wasn't intentional.""Are you okay?" Ben actually felt guilty. He thought Maureen's dirty talk was just a lure or a habit of girls who deliberately wanted to look experienced
Tell Maureen loves mounds in her touch. Although still protected by the thick material of the pants, it's hard and the shape is very noticeable.Darren found it hard to avoid. Iqlima had never treated him like Maureen who dared to kneel down and caress an erect object when escaping from the restraints in a way that he thought was so crazy.Instead of grabbing Maureen's hair to move away, he took her gesture as a brutal signal.Maureen managed to conquer him in just a matter of minutes without leaving a single drop at the end of the release.Whether to be relieved or angry, Darren is speechless watching his still very erect cock being tucked between the tightness that his tongue once tasted.Maureen is too good at flirting without having to strip.Darren leans back, closing his eyes from the pleasure. Faintly, he continues to be carried away until a knock on the door separates them.Maureen reflexively stood with her back to the entrance as she tidied up. Darren, on the other hand, jus
"What took you so long to use the restroom?" Ben vacated the chair he was sitting in from in front of Maureen's desk. He showed her some data displays on the laptop screen that she hadn't had time to look at."Yeah, how about that? It's also a stomachache." Maureen pretended to hold her stomach as she accepted Ben's polite treatment of letting her sit down.The skin met skin when switching the mouse over to the laptop, like an electric shock that forced Maureen to shudder in amusement.Ben himself reflexively withdrew his hand. The young man seemed to scratch the layer of skin behind her ear and looked away in various directions, ending up back in front of his own desk."What are you doing?" Maureen swiveled in her chair. She was suddenly curious to see the thick books Ben had stuffed into a large tote bag."Oh, I need to go to college tonight," Ben responded as he cleared every corner of his desk of clutter.According to Maureen, it seemed like her coworker always left his desk too t
Matthew particularly liked the candy effect that Satya gave the main star in the middle of the game. Without any prompting or force, Rena responded to his deliberately unmoved after breaking through and sinking entirely into the gripping warmth.Rena's sensation is so tight and throbbing amazingly that Matthew closes his eyes in enjoyment. Either because of the evidence of his passion being a casanova in the show or the effect of the burrow never being penetrated."Ah, so narrow." Matthew felt squeezed to the core and wanted to finish quickly, especially seeing that the hungry lions were already moving in on the quarry in front of him.Rena was stripped by rough hands. The uniform she was wearing was already very messy, even torn in places.Surprisingly, Matthew liked the way Rena responded to each stimulation with her hands tied to the big iron bars behind her and her eyes closed. He thought he would try the same way with one of his girls someday.The girl he had penetrated wrapped h
"Hi, handsome! Looks like you really like Maureen, seeing as my cell phone is still intact," said the young man whose name I didn't remember. Only his face was still familiar despite his long hair. He became Maureen's backrest while sitting on the stool opposite the bartender's table."You can keep my new number. Just type in Aaron."I didn't care about the way he introduced himself. I had only come to pick Maureen up and hoped she was still living where we had last made out.First impression when I opened her room, it was messy. I wasn't used to seeing things scattered all over the place other than our clothes as we stripped each other. The Maureen I knew had miraculous cleaning habits although not as perfect as her twin brother."What's the matter with this, Rin?" My question went unanswered, Maureen was completely stoned as she lay on her bed. I took my place beside her, observing the changes in the contours of her face which looked fuller than the last time we met. The strands of
I was abandoned again this morning. There was no one in my room other than the marks on the wet sheets. The smell of cum was so strong even on my naked body, on my cheeks too.An illusion?I rolled to the edge of the bed, but the pain in my groin made me crawl slowly. Last night's perpetrator really took advantage of the opportunity.I remember Aaron coming in last night, then another guy took me. Aaron said he wasn't interested in women, was last night the same guy he called sexy?His message this morning on the screen of the cell phone I just picked up confirmed the truth. The sexy man still has Aaron's number activated.But does he need to know I'm pregnant?Oh, yes. Do I need to take another test this morning to make sure? I drank so much last night and had so much sex, it should be coming out already, right?Stupid Maureen! I cursed myself as I noticed the large amount of cum coming out of my vagina. There was no blood at all.Looks like the hot guy even played with my hand.I lo
Still having to understand Maureen's busy schedule, I got into another habit. Chatting with a date on an app. It wasn't just about sex, although that was the initial trigger of the introduction.White Fox--she doesn't want others to know her identity when it comes to sex. She never actually met any of her acquaintances, other than me. She said, anyway. What can be trusted from online acquaintances?This time we promised to meet, to make sure the photos we received from each other were real. Without knowing faces, of course.The fox mentioned a club, not the upstairs part of the club where drinking and dancing usually took place, but gambling through martial arts action in the hidden basement of the city's high-rise buildings. She would see me first with a sign, a victory in the new fighter challenge session."Just because I mentioned martial arts, she actually challenged me." My mind underestimated the battle scene amidst the cheering humans.Unlik
My first year here, the fall season that just started, was very busy. Maybe it's the culture shock effect too. Talking to native speakers made me slower to digest other people's conversations. Unfortunately, Zac Efron was in the same room as me, the substitute lecturer.While the man whose real name was Aaron Cohen was busy explaining averaging down as one of the tricks of massive stock purchases, I was imagining what might have happened on the night of our date. He said I was fierce enough to kick his manhood, and then... the fragments of memories of touching a man without remembering a face were troubling me."You sure nothing happened that night?" I asked after our introductory pleasantries when class was over.Aaron gave a long mumble, placing his index book on his chin suspiciously. He clarified, "I didn't do anything with you, but another guy did. He was pretty hot while wrestling with you."Wow! Am I that wild to let someone else see my bed activities? Just imagining it makes m
"It's okay to leave you alone, right?" More like a notification than a request for permission, Maureen was always like that, on her own.I don't know what kind of relationship we had, just physical interaction every time we met, other than that... she and I seemed to be in different worlds. I've come all the way across the continent to see her, through hot nights that I feel like I need a long rest, and she's so noisy unpacking the pile of papers on the desk with the excuse, "I have class this morning."Well, what could I respond to in my half-awake, half-cocked state. The habit on a cold morning, already exhausted and drained from the night, of still being able to stand upright.Maureen is my fiancée, on purpose. There were things I couldn't explain to Maureen about our relationship that changed too quickly. From being just sleeping buddies, without dating, to having a status. Maybe marriage was included? It was also the design of someone who was quite close to Maureen."What time d
I was surprised when Angga-my fiancé-arrived when my date had just left. Our 17-hour-plus-flight relationship did not limit our interactions with the opposite sex, including sex.The agreement from the start of our relationship was openness. There was no way I could prevent Angga from fulfilling his needs when we started out as a one-night stand. Sex. It's a match. I got engaged because there were no other candidates, while my scandal with Uncle Darren needed to be diverted so that Grandpa's company wouldn't collapse due to the drop in stock prices."You didn't tell me when you were leaving!" I protested after our recent struggle. "I was worried, you know?"Even if he sends me thousands of fake roses, I won't easily give in to his apology for surprising me without any news. Yes, fake roses because real flowers make me sneeze.The previous two days I was like a crazy person who kept drinking alcohol because I had no outlet. Usually Angga would invite me to have phone sex in the midnigh
"Uncle, here ...." Maureen's voice was still echoing in my head, even the scene from last night was briefly repeated in the short dream just now."Shit ...." I cursed the front of my pants, which turned out to be damp and sticky. It was only a fleeting dream on the way, but it was enough to make me take another shower.The distance between Boston and NYC should have taken less than three hours, but I needed time to clean up after half the trip. It could have been longer if I'd taken public transportation. Luckily I still had my cell phone to contact the driver, as well as the cell phone of the young man Maureen was dating.Stupidly, I even replayed the video that recorded the vulgar scene between us. When Maureen inserted mine into her very erotically, I woke up too."Is this really like being a widower?" I lamented my reflection in the mirror of the dressing table that was the facility of the motel room at the highway stop.Moving to the dressing table and resting the cell phone ther
"When are you coming out, anyway?" asked the woman on top of me, who was still riding like a horse controller around the stables at high speed. Her hoarse voice sounded tired, but there was no sign that the rider was about to collapse.I just enjoyed the sensual view from the surface of the bed that I thought was too narrow for the two of us to occupy. While removing the hair from her damp face, while touching the softness of her sweat-soaked skin, I... felt deja vu.Eight years ago, when she did the same thing, when I was completely unaware of her existence. My first moment with her could not be replaced by any other woman."Uncle ...." She moans, lowering the speed of her hip shaking as she bends over. Ah, those warm lips teasing the dark circles on my chest. The slight bite there became very stinging in my head.I recognized her amazing stamina despite being under the influence of alcohol. Maureen repeatedly achieved release, felt from how hers clamped down on me, oozing warmth tha
"Angga is a jerk!" The woman at the edge of the bar counter continued to sip the contents of the glass that had been emptied of ice. She connected to another glass that the barista thrust in front of her in between swearing harshly every time she looked at the extinguished phone screen. "Damn it!"Her name was Maureen Jovita Abraham, a college student who made the most of her empty nights by following the habits of her new friends in a foreign land. And the cell phone's low power added to her frustration with her boyfriend, who had not been forthcoming."Where are you going, motherfucker?!" Her palms pounded on the table, fuming at the loneliness. The drinking partner who had invited her had disappeared into the crowd of music lovers."Rin?" The call came from a voice she hadn't heard in a long time, who else could say her name with the distinctive accent of her home country."You are here?" Maureen tried to lift her head, which was getting heavier from the effects of the drink, to lo