Dear High School Girl Om Duda
BOOBS

Gabriel, who had finished helping Queena work on her peer, immediately returned to the kitchen to check on Friska. But apparently the girl was not in the kitchen and the dishwasher was empty. But Friska does not all clean the kitchen table and dining table. Be Gabriel who has to step in to clear things up.

"Briel, what are you doing?" Yuda's father rebukes who just came home from the event at a neighbor's house.

"Kitchen machines, Dad! Mother had a headache, he said," Gabriel replied along with the man who had finished wiping the dining table.

"Where's wife? Why isn't he the one who cleaned up?" Ask Dad again.

"Wash the dishes. Capek said. So Gabriel went to the table laps" said Gabriel, who changed his hand to wash.

"Just washing dishes is tired," said Yuda's father, who was not responded to by Gabriel.

"Gabriel rest first, Dad! Good night," said Gabriel as he walked out of the kitchen. Gabriel went straight into the room and thought Friska was asleep. But apparently the girl was still playing the phone while lying down.

"Not slept?" Gabriel asked as he closed and locked the door.

Friska did not answer and her lips only frowned. The girl also directly turned her back to Gabriel. Friska is back to fiddling with her phone.

"So practice tonight, right?" Gabriel asked nosyly as he opened his t-shirt. But it seems Friska is still unconscious because the girl is still turning her back on Gabriel.

"Friska!" Call Gabriel in a seductive tone.

"Om practice it yourself! Friska's angry!" Friska's murmur which finally opened its voice but still turned her back on Gabriel.

"Yes, have a wife but practice on your own?" Gabriel's up in bed now.

"Why did you get up here?"

"Sleeping under" Friska had turned around and was about to encourage Gabriel when she finally realized that Gabriel was bare-chested now and not wearing a T-shirt.

"Well!" Friska shrieked and instantly closed her eyes with her palms.

"Om, why aren't you wearing clothes?" Friska asked still while closing her eyes.

"My shirt got wet because I helped you wash the dishes earlier" Gabriel replied looking for an excuse.

"There are still plenty of other jerseys in the closet! Get dressed, Om!"

"Shame!" Friska still had not let go of the two hands that covered her face.

"It's better this way. You undressed too, gih! Let us practice directly," said Gabriel nosy.

"What practice?" Friska peeked at Gabriel slightly through the sidelines of her finger.

"Yes practice that! You promised me" said Gabriel.

"Can Om don't help Friska wash the dishes until it's done. So the promise was canceled!"

"No, dong, Fris!" Gabriel forced to open the two palms of Friska covering the girl's face.

"Om what do you want?" Jerit Friska trying to rebel.

"Sstttt! Don't scream!" Gabriel silenced his wife's mouth which resembled a loudspeaker's.

"Yes, what do you want? Friska's a kid, Om!" Friska's voice was not very clear because Gabriel's hand was still silencing her mouth.

"Not to scream! Later Daddy and Mommy heard you thought I was good" said Gabriel who spoke very close to Friska's face. Gabriel's wife froze in place because she saw Gabriel's face from a very close distance.

"What do you want?" Friska instead squeaked still while staring at Gabriel's mature face.

"Gajakin you practice," Gabriel replied honestly as he smiled at Friska. It was clear that it immediately made Friska's face as red as a tomato.

"Practice it?" Friska's voice is getting smaller.

"Yes, practice it," replied Gabriel half-whispering. The man's face was already very close to Friska's face

"But-" Friska did not go on, as Gabriel's lips suddenly landed on her lips.

Only glimpses!

But success makes the heart of Friska pause-jedug and almost exploded. Friska also breathed in just being kissed by Gabriel.

Gabriel smiled and rubbed Friska's lips with his thumb. Friska closed her eyes.

"Why is it that way?" Ask Gabriel astonished.

"Well!" Friska shrieked in shock as Gabriel who had suddenly placed Friska's hand on her chest that was not covered by anything.

"Of!" Friska again frowned and quickly retracted her hand.

"Why? Don't wanna hold? Anget, you're booby here," teased Gabriel mischievously while pointing to the biceps and chest that was quite formed even though not as perfect as Channing Tatum's. But if used to hug Friska is still okay!

Friska simply shook her head and covered her face that was still red with her palm.

"Om, Friska's really not ready! It's on the cake, yeah!" Friska again invited Gabriel to negotiate.

"But I promised you that tonight was a warm-up first" teased Gabriel, who again forced him to open Friska's palm.

"Death to the AC, Om! Let it heat up and don't need to warm up anymore" Friska suggested that it really made Gabriel want to laugh now.

"Are you laughing?" Friska asked confusedly.

"It's okay!" Gabriel was still trying to control his laughter.

"Udah, you're booby! He said he was sleepy," Gabriel had laid his body on the bed still with bare chest. The man folded his hands behind his head, then wore them as pillows.

"Om sleeping without clothes?" Friska asked who was still sitting and not lying down.

"It's better this way" Gabriel replied casually.

"Yes, but it's not to be booed so, dong, Om! How will Friska pass out?" Friska is back.

"What?" Gabriel asked confusedly.

"Tu! Fur kettle Om Briel!" Frowning Friska as he sniffed his chin towards Gabriel's armpit which was indeed plastered for real.

"Come, really! Try to kiss!" Gabriel's orders immediately make Friska inching back.

"No, ah! Amused!"

"Why not shave clean like Friska's?" Friska asked which instantly made Gabriel frown.

"Let's see what you have," Gabriel's nosy nature returns.

"No, ah! Friska wants to poke!" Friska finally laid her body on the bed and took a position to the edge, away from Gabriel. The girl also tilted to the side and turned her back on Gabriel.

"Why move around like that? How will it fall?" Reprimanded Gabriel who was lying on his side and facing Friska who was on his back.

"Fear of fainting, if you are close to your feet, Om" replied Friska whose voice sounded buzzing because the girl was pressing her own nose. I don't know what that means.

"Ck! Fragrant gini time makes fainting," Gabriel whose nosy soul feels teegelitic finally even pulled Friska's body and pinned the girl under his armpits.

"Of!" Pekik Friska thrashing.

"Om Briel!" Friska continued to thrash and bash Gabriel in the chest.

"Of, iiih!" Friska instead pushed and kicked Gabriel with a barbarian while Gabriel just chuckled without sin.

"Om what the hell, anyway?" Friska frowns that finally can escape from Gabriel's deadly armpit clasp.

"What's? I just want to stop you" said Gabriel, putting on a face without sin.

"Friska is a vegetable!" Grutu Friska turned back and turned back to Gabriel again. While Gabriel only chuckled a little while pulling a blanket to cover Friska's body.

"Yaudah, a hug like this can be, right? You are my wife" said Gabriel, who had hugged Friska from behind. Friska did not reply and the girl closed her eyes which were already very heavy. It didn't take long, Friska was breathing regularly and sleeping in Gabriel's arms.

"Pa, Friska misses Papa."

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