The Waiting of Casanova

The Waiting of Casanova
eps. 187


After almost half an hour of driving through the streets, the car Jordan was driving finally arrived at his hotel, which he built with Irlan and Igo.


Jordan and Ica set their feet inside the hotel building. Jordan asked the hotel manager to give a card to open his room on the top floor. Once the card is in hand, Ica and Jordan board a special lift for hotel owners to their rooms.


Chequek. Jordan opened the door to his room.


Ica entered first followed by Jordan from behind. When the Jordan came in, quickly the Jordan locked the door of his room from the inside manually. Fearful of their existence in the hotel sniffed the bule bar-bar and the bule bar-bar followed them to the hotel because it could not take care of baby Millie.


As soon as Jordan finished locking the door, Jordan immediately pulled Ica's hand and pushed Ica against the wall and squeezed Ica's body. Without further ado, Jordan immediately scooped up Ica's lips and chewed those beautiful lips with great greed. And the action of Jordan was received a rapturous reception from Ica, because Ica also returned the lips chewed the husband no less greedy.


Jordan's hand also did not stay still, slowly the hand opened the Ica's sletting dress. After the slitting opened, Jordan opened the Ica dress so that it showed his wife's smooth shoulders. Jordan stopped chewing Ica's lips so that Ica could take a breath, but Jordan's lips did not stay still. Now the lips of Jordan are venturing to the neck of the level up to the shoulders of the wife and give a sign of ownership there.


"Sshhh.ah.kak." sighed Ica as Jordan's hand also played on the door of the Icablanca tunnel.


Hearing ****** the wife, Jordan's desire is getting excited, under there the friend is also ready to return to the race.


When the other Jordan hand was playing with the tunnel door, the other Jordan hand was trying to open the Ica dress so that it could show the siicakama fruit that was still covered in wrappers. With just one pull, now the Ica dress is open at the top. Now the hand of Jordan turns to the sicakama fruit wrapper hook that is behind. No need to bother for Jordan to open the hook, because his hands are very well trained to make plain the body of the wife.


"Ah.kak.stop first." Ica held back the mouth of the Jordan who was about to enjoy the fruit of the siicakama.


"Why?" Jordan asked with a hoarse voice and a hunting breath because of an already passionate desire.


"I pump first." Ica said as she pushed the Jordan's body slowly.


Jordan shook his head, unable to wait for Ica to squeeze the juice of the sicakama fruit.


"No need, let me have a manual pump."


"Have a son!! This is for Millie."


"I also need Ca's nutrition, not just Millie doang. I don't have a lot of reasons, I can't wait." Jordan immediately lifted Ica's body and walked towards the sofa.


Arriving on the sofa, Jordan immediately poured down Ica's body and began to overpower her. Jordan again chewed Ica's lips very greedily, his hands also did not want to stay still and work to give stings to the siicakama fruit.


It did not take long for the Jordan to drop Ica in the abyss of pleasure, for with only a slight sting, She was immediately lulled with the husband's play. Jordan hastily removed all the cloths attached to his body and Ica's body. Now they are both innocent.


Jordan begins to overlap Ica's body and warms up again before Jeki races in the Icablanca tunnel.


"Can this really be Ca?" Ask Jordan who is ready to lead the friend into the racecourse. There is still doubt in the Jordan to bring Jeki into the tunnel belonging to Ica.


"Udah brother." Ica replied with a breath of breath, but the race had not yet begun.


"What if the landslide happens again?"


"Well, no, brother."


"Yes? Anyway don't mistake me if until the tunnel hit a landslide later."


Ica nodded.


Jordan began to lead his friend into the tunnel.


"Wait.wait.." Ica restrains Jeki's head, which is already heading the tunnel door.


"Otherwise Ca? Don't tell me you changed your mind!!" Angry Jordan.


Jordan gaped at Ica's request.


"No, I don't want to.!" Reject Jordan.


"I haven't been kb sister."


"Goodness Ca.!!! You should prepare dong Ca before asking Jeki to race.!!" Furious Jordan.


"I forgot."


"So how is this? I don't have PPE stock."


"She bought it first."


"Ngaco you!! Why it was on the road you didn't say. Now again delicious, you tell me to pause first just to buy PPE. We're just gonna gas, and then finish this, I'm gonna have people buy pills for you."


"Gak akh. I don't want to use a pill, and then you change the pill again with the same fertility vitamin."


"Oh my God, that was it. Right now, I don't want you to get pregnant anymore either."


"Sad.." Ica squealed while rolling her eyeballs lazily.


"You're not being kicked out? Or you want us to debate."


Ica shakes.


"Well let's keep going."


Jordan again led his friend to enter the Icablanca tunnel.


The sound of a ghoib came out of Ica's mouth, Ica's eyes also only looked white when Jeki managed to enter his tunnel.


Unlike Ica who was like a possessed person when Jeki entered the Icablanca tunnel, the expression of Jordan even looks flat.


Ica opened her eyes when she did not hear the sound of a ghoib coming out of her husband's mouth.


"Why brother? The tunnel is no longer good, huh?" Ica asked as she looked at the husband's flat face. Ica became insecure of herself.


Jordan shook his head.


"Why is my brother's face flat?"


"I just thought again Ca, this tunnel has been widened by the road, but how does it still feel like the first time I open the road."


Ica smiled in embarrassment upon hearing the Jordanian confession


"It feels like a big bite. If it's a gini, it can't be just one round Ca."


"Oh yeah, if so tonight we'll just stay here." Ica said as she poked her arm around Jordan's neck and pulled Jordan's neck so that Ica could land her lips with her husband's lips.


And that afternoon, for the first time after the forty-three-day fast, Jeki was finally able to return to racing in the actual tunnel, not racing in the toothed cave or racing on the cliff again.