Secret Sherly Angel's
Neck

Because the boundary between love and lust is air. We are the owners, we are the regulators.

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War between guts and self-esteem. Sherly tries to pull over, but can't walk sweetly. The soul of the adult woman appeared instantly. At that time, Sherly wanted to prey on Dave until Dave received a wound.

The neck is the main goal for Sherly. I don't know what made that woman like it. But there he could feel his own sensation.

"Ffiiyyyuuhhhh" Sherly exhaled her long breath.

Slowly, but full of emphasis makes Dave's hair goosebumps spontaneously. Dave's right-hand reflex grabbed Sherly's hair. Not rude, but more worthy of being called impatient.

Dave felt his blood rustling increasingly irregular. Racing is more than just opium. It felt like the man was showering Sherly with whatever she could afford.

"Down Sherly, I don't want to touch you yet" said Dave.

It was almost like a desperate whimper. Or rather a spoiled whimper to be adored.

Sherly couldn't help it. The woman also felt what Dave felt. Ninety percent indicated this time was the right time to vaporize each other. But ten percent more deny if the two can follow each other.

Sweat began to flow down towards the place Sherly wanted to carve. The object of his vision suddenly sprained due to a circle.

In there, in a not-so-perfect cavity. Sherly's saliva began to stagnate on its own. It's like racing who receives first.

Slowly but surely, Dave feels something is getting straighter but not justice. Some are getting harder, but not rocks. Some are getting to the top, but not the journey.

"Sherly, don't touch me please (Sherly, please don't touch me)", rattled Dave as Sherly began to play her index finger on Dave's lips.

The woman whose name had just been mentioned did not reply, but instead closed her eyes.  Think about what to do. Continuing, or regards the current scene as the ending.

Dave can't focus because Sherly's body is on his lap. The woman's lips made Dave occasionally swallow his saliva. Now her soft fingers are outstretched gently rubbing Sherly's hair. Catching the glare of the gloomy eyes.

Maybe what they both feel is the same. But still limited to his common sense. Not before everything is clear.

"Please, don't do it now. I don't want to repeat someday. I honestly know you are struggling too. Wait for a time when we both enjoy it. Without disappointment that would be the main reason."

Sherly was silent, not understanding the words that had just been thrown, but holding back something that she wanted to do immediately.

Highlight Dave's eyes again catch Sherly's anxiety. Dave understands for sure. The woman before him was not a wild woman. In fact, at a time like this, he was still trying to hold back.

Sherly kept her eyes closed, hoping to gain strength from there. I don't know, that woman can't keep denying it. The longer the wild fantasy gets the crazier.

"Cup" Dave's lips touched Sherly's lips.

Giving a small kiss as a form of justice. It is impossible to continue, but it cannot continue to be ignored. Dave's common sense still keeps reminding. Giving thousands of notifications is very vulnerable.

Cheating is welcomed with *******. Maybe Dave will be kilaf for now, but not sure if later not repeat. The sound of lashings began to control the hearing until it finally stopped with a hoarse voice restrained.

"Don't torture each other. I don't want your heart to hurt, miss."

After gaining her full consciousness, Sherly reopened her eyes. Observing around. Dave is still there. In front of him with his head flanked by both arms.

"Ssttt, don't give what you've got to someone who isn't necessarily yours forever" Dave advised Sherly by sticking his index finger together.

"Am I impressed with flirting? It only tests your courage. I appreciate your decision. Even though I can't believe it myself, if you're not around me, maybe the ego has taken control of my world" Sherly said, bowing his head.

Curse his stupidity why can drift to the figure in front of him. Unfortunately, the woman fell in love with a simple man. Dave Anggara, his personal assistant and personal secretary. Catch two positions with personal frills and now begin to propagate one more position, namely personal affairs or personal relationships.

"Ah I don't know, what else will he double as my personality?," said Sherly in despair.

"Him? Did you just confess your interest in her?" Dave purposely teased Sherly to get her off her lap.

It's not heavy, but there's something not strong.

"Damn! Ma may I admire you," said Sherly annoyed.

Then the woman jumped down from Dave's thigh which was partially visible. Seeing Sherly's reaction of course Dave chuckled amusedly. Dave felt his heart warm for a moment.

From the woman who was once loved, why is it that Sherly was once this close. There is something warm, but not sweat. The heart that is almost round shape, now begins to feel attached to the figure that has been considered sacred.

Do I love you? No, I don't dare speak that frontal. I still want to see you guard your heart in front of me. But with a status that has not been unified over me. ~Dave Anggara's.

After the almost heated scene earlier, Sherly decided to leave. Not avoiding, it just takes time to understand. Why do long-suffering feelings come back to talk about love.

Dave chuckled amusedly at the change in the look on Sherly's face. The beautiful parasites are already imprinted, but for now increased red hue that dominates. Dave denied his feelings. He doesn't know what love is.

All this time the man only knew about disappointment. I don't understand a love that ends happily.

On the other hand, in her personal kitchen Sherly approached a box-shaped object. It is hot outside, but warm inside. Open the door, look for what is appropriate for his guests. I wanted to scream out loud, but I was ashamed that the suspect was there.

Wait a minute, looks like Sherly's the one who played the suspect. Dave is just a victim. Sherly's right hand outstretched to pick up a snack from inside.

A pack of french fries with cocoa sauce will probably make both more enjoy the closeness that exists. Combined with a box of cheese-studded brownies on top. Take a potatto chip with a sweet spicy flavor.

"Hey Sherly, what kind of food is that? Why is it bad in my eyes?" whispered Sherly on her evil side.

"No papa Sherly, that's classy food for you," defend the side with the bright side.

"Not really, pretty how to eat it irregular."

"Let's be healthy."

"Hey, Dave is the perfect guy. You want to give her a simple meal?."

"No papa Sherly, that's more than enough food for her."

The two personally defend each other, making Sherly finally decide to forget. Whether you like it or not, the woman will still give Dave food that still feels cold in the hand.

~Dark made me realize, if light is not forever a winner~