Hot night

The night was getting late and it was getting quiet, as was the atmosphere and the streets of the capital city. The figure of a man with a firm jaw and a handsome face continued to drive his car in a relaxed manner.

Suddenly the driver was surprised by the figure of a woman with loose hair and looks disheveled who looks wobbly crossing the road carelessly without looking left and right.

Until ....

There was a loud noise coming from the car the figure of a man named Harry who spontaneously stepped on the brake pedal while slamming the steering wheel slightly to the right until it passed the road medium.

After a little past the girl's figure, Harry pulled over and stopped the car. Seen from the rearview mirror, the girl was sitting cross-legged on the sidewalk. He got out of his battered car and tried to approach the girl.

"Mia?" Harry heard Harry calling the girl a little awkwardly. He tried to grab the girl's shoulder and make sure.

Mila ... she was one of Harry's students who the other day mocked Harry the first time he taught and introduced himself to his new students.

"Don't touch me, Faiz. I'm sick of seeing your face!" the words that came out of Mila's mouth with a high tone of anger.

Harry was confused too, but still tried to calm the girl because from the smell of her mouth that smelled of alcohol, of course Harry knew that the girl was very drunk.

"Mila, let me walk you back to your house, son," Harry said softly.

"Do not touch me!" said Mila while waving Harry's hand which was still on her shoulder. Harry was surprised by it.

"Mila, I'm Harry your teacher, let me take you back to your house, son," Harry said in a seductive tone.

"I don't want to go home, I don't have a home!" Mila replied with a gloomy expression and a laugh filled with disappointment.

Harry kept trying to get the girl to come home. It took quite a long time to be able to melt Mila's heart. Until finally the girl passed and complied with requests and invitations from Harry.

However, the girl fell while trying to get up to walk due to the effects of the liquor.

Harry tried to grab Mila's hand and carry her and lay her tiny, slender body in the back seat of his car.

Then he got into the car and sat behind the wheel. Then Harry started the car's engine and stomped on the gas pedal, speeding his car down the increasingly deserted city streets.

After many times Harry asked Mila where her home address was, but there was never a clear answer because it turned out that the girl was fast asleep.

Until the time showed at 23:20 WIB, Harry finally decided to take Mila back to his rented house. Harry arrived in front of a row of rented ones that looked simple to him. The atmosphere was very quiet because it was almost morning.

After many times waking Mila from her deep sleep, but to no avail. Finally, the man with a sixpack body got out of his car, stepped into the rented door and opened the door with the key he had already in his hand.

After entering and turning on the lights in the front room which looked still messy, he went back out to the car and opened the back door where Mila had been lying.

Harry tried to wake Mila back up, but the result was still the same. He decided to carry the slender and petite body back into the rented house and laid him on the bed and covered him with a thick white blanket.

After laying the tiny body, Harry came out of the room and stepped into the bathroom to clean himself.

It didn't take long there, after 5 minutes, he came out wearing only a towel up to his waist and beads of water still dripping from his face. He went back into his room to change clothes.

How surprised Harry was at the sight before him. The girl on the mattress, who had been lying in a neat position covered in a blanket, was now different. It was seen that some of the blankets had fallen to the floor, the mini skirt was already exposed so that the girl's underwear was slightly visible.

As a normal man, his masculine spirit instantly rose, as if something was protruding and stiffening at the very center of his core.

In addition, when he noticed that the girl had a perfectly lined face, sensual lips that were slightly thick, made Harry feel like crushing her. In addition, the two challenging, plump objects seemed as if they had never been touched by men.

Making Harry even more tempted and repeatedly swallowed his saliva. Unknowingly, he approached the sexy body, opening one by one the buttons of the shirt that protected the 18-year-old girl's body.

With great courage and enthusiasm by his lustful urges, Harry began to stroke the girl's straight hair which had looked disheveled just a moment ago.

The girl was still sound asleep in her sleep, then Harry began to bring his face closer to the girl's face until there was no distance at all.

Harry slowly began to kiss the slightly thick sensual lips, Harry was surprised when the girl's body suddenly moved. He also stopped kissing.

After the body calmed down, it continued its action. Now the girl squirmed a little. Unexpectedly by him, now the girl actually returned the kiss from Harry. With her eyes still closed the girl's hand moved to grab Harry's nape as if telling him not to stop kissing him.

Harry had been made a little overwhelmed by the kiss, but as a real man he swiftly responded with more force by sucking every crack in the mouth of the girl who incidentally was his student.

After a while they were lost in the fantasy of kissing Harry's hand started to drop down. Without command and cue, the hand had slipped into the bra that the little one was wearing and he had found the thick, challenging object earlier. He kneaded all parts of the object without leaving a single bit.

As Harry's fingers nuzzled her nipples, the girl's kisses suddenly grew wilder and hotter as they wriggled enchantingly, like snake dancers. Harry's hands began to work their way down the girl's back, to unhook the bra.

Having managed to release it, Harry's kiss broke, lips and tongue continued to guerrilla down. Starting from the neck, until it hit the girl's very original nipple. Harry's right hand was still gently stroking the girl's hair.

The girl's sigh was no less challenging to make her even more savage, like a lion in the middle of the jungle eating the fresh meat of its prey.

The scene continued until the girl was lulled by the leader's brutality.

The girl's hand was now not left behind, stroking and stroking Harry's hair which was still slightly wet with great affection.

Until suddenly something Harry had never thought of happened.

To be continued....