Bianca felt like she had gone completely mad, sweat pouring down her forehead and the top of her head. Her hands shook as she replied to every WhatsApp message she received.
Her body was bombarded with a million emotions, none of which she could translate. There was hate, love, fear, worry and what was even greater was that her biological desire for Hari Wijaya's manhood was still so great.
It made all his feelings mixed up. Even every whatsapp message he received seemed to reopen his pent-up desire and passion for the adult man. The most sensitive area of her body was now starting to get wet again and throbbing, giving her goosebumps.
("Mr.")
Bianca replied to Hari Wijaya's message with a shudder.
("Obviously, write a name!")
("Hari Wijaya, I love you. I'm sorry sir, I don't know myself.")
("Dear Bianca, I love you to death. Love comes from nowhere, I can't avoid it, do you still want to feel it with me?")
("I do,")
Bianca replied via whatsapp message.
("Don't close your apartment door!")
Hari Wijaya stood up with a shaky body, he immediately paid for his drink before going to the motorcycle parking lot.
A few moments later he was seen slapping his own cheeks, rubbing his eyes several times before he started the motorbike engine. His heartbeat no longer had a steady rhythm, as if his bloodstream was filled with the intoxicating scent of heroin, taking away his senses.
After arriving at his apartment building, Hari Wijaya seemed to be shuffling up the apartment stairs, for a moment he stood with his body shaking in front of Bianca's apartment door. Then, he slowly pushed the apartment door. Hari Wijaya's eyes were also wide open, his saliva seeping, his heart beating faster.
Bianca stood behind the sofa wearing a translucent blood red dress. The perfect curves of her body were clearly visible from under the thin clothing.
A tight and rounded proportional body, very seductive, her perfect stomach balanced with both groin only covered by a G-string, clearly could not cover all the hairs above the most sensitive part of her body.
Hari Wijaya quickly entered Bianca's apartment, the look of his two eyeballs filled with crazy desire, like a lion who had just found the female of his dreams.
Hari Wijaya opened the jacket and shirt he was wearing in a hurry, lowered his pants and tried to stand up straight before he walked towards Bianca and pulled her into his room.
"You torture me Bianca, you make me so jealous," Hari Wijaya whispered in a drunken voice in Bianca's ear.
"Aaaakkh,"
Bianca sighed long, without waiting any longer, Hari Wijaya pulled Bianca's body and forced her to sit down before he helped her remove the sexy red dress she was wearing.
Bianca could not do anything, her whole body felt tense as if begging for the deadly touches of Hari Wijaya's burly and rough hands.
Hari Wijaya smiled with satisfaction. He went around Bianca's whole body, from her face, neck, chest and finally stopped at her most sensitive area. Bianca's body, which gave off an erotic aroma, made him willing to do anything for her.
"Paak Hari Wijaya! Uuggghhh,"
Bianca let out a small cry while trying to untie the ropes that bound her hands. She twisted like a snake, unable to resist all the sensations given by Hari Wijaya.
"Do you like being pumped this hard?" Asked Hari Wijaya in a heavy voice.
"Huuuummm Paak! Ouuucchh ..."
Bianca really moaned at that time, she was seen twisting her body several times, so intense and wild that her waist bounced upwards.
"Let go of the rope sir! Please! ouuuccuh, "Bianca pleaded, pleading, her sad eyes staring at Hari Wijaya who was still looking at her with a dominating gaze.
After the ties were untied, Bianca again babbled erratically, half-angrily, her hands squeezing Hari Wijaya's chest muscles tightly.
"You bitch! My dear Bianca ... you're really amazing honey ... what an amazingly strong pinch! Ouuucchh ... Bianca, I love you." Hari Wijaya's harsh whisper sounded next to Bianca's ear.
Bianca's body bounced, twisted and shook violently, Hari Wijaya was getting wilder pounding his hips.
"Ouuucchhh ... "
Bianca was heard whimpering quite long, the sensitive area on her body again spurted a watery white liquid, who knows how many times.
"Aaaakkkh... "
Hari Wijaya enjoyed the remnants of that pleasure while watching Bianca's body floundering like a starving person, swallowing all his white lava.
Then, one second later he fell limp next to Bianca and hugged her tightly.
At that moment, he suddenly heard the sound of the apartment door opening, again because of his extraordinary lust, Hari Wijaya forgot to lock Bianca's apartment door again.
Hearing the apartment door open from outside, Hari Wijaya suddenly realized, he immediately got up, then put on his clothes in a hurry, walked outside the room while buttoning his pants.
Hari Wijaya's chest seemed about to explode at that moment, suddenly he felt like he was falling tons of atomic bombs. His eyes did not blink, as he caught his wife sitting crying on the sofa in the living room of Bianca's apartment, while Rafli and his in-laws stood tense at the apartment door.
Mrs. Nani looked like someone in a trance.
"Damn it!"
She threw everything her hands could reach. Her tears were falling, even her snot was melting, she didn't care.
Mr. Hari Wijaya stood trembling, his heart was so broken, he didn't know what to do.
"Son of a bitch!" Rafli shouted, his hands clenched into fists, ran and landed a punch on Mr. Hari Wijaya's face.
Mr. Hari Wijaya was staggered by the blow. He fell to the floor and left his body lying there.
His mother Bu Nani roared, she cried clutching her tight chest. Meanwhile, Rafli glanced into Bianca's room with a look of terror on his face, his hands trembling, clenched tightly into fists.
Bianca screamed in fear after seeing Rafli's angry face. She covered her body with the blanket and hid on the right side of her bed.
"Sorry... forgive me, sorry,"
Bianca had probably said those words a hundred times while looking down in fear.
"Dog woman! Bitch bitch,"
Rafli moved quickly towards Bianca. Mr. Hari Wijaya immediately got up and stood up, hurrying into Bianca's room.
"It's not her fault, I'm the guilty one." Said Mr. Hari Wijaya while hugging Bianca.
Rafli was getting more violent, the look in his eyes was so savage, his legs moved so fast kicking Mr. Hari Wijaya's stomach who protected Bianca.
She screamed so loudly while grabbing her own hair until she was limp, she just sat down under the sofa.
"Rafli... Rafli," Mrs. Nani screamed, trying to sit up while clawing at the sofa in the living room of Bianca's apartment, her amniotic fluid had soaked her negligee.
Grandma Lidya and several people in front of Bianca's house rushed in. They carried her outside.
Before running to her, Rafli spat on Bianca's head and said, "It's a good thing I didn't get to marry a whore like you."
He rushed out to help Bu Nani.
"Oh my God, she's in labor, how can this be?" screeched Grandma Lidya, her voice trembling.
A resident of the apartment shouted, "Wait out front! I'll get the car," the person shouted frantically, then ran towards the parking lot.
Mr. Hari Wijaya's face was dark and grim, his tears falling. He stood shaking, walked forward and could only stare at the people who were helping his wife to give birth.