Sofa L Santai Novels & Stories

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In the center of the living room was a large set of deep blue velvet sofa and a natural crystal coffee table. Bianca sat on the sofa, feeling a small surprise inside—this sofa was too comfortable! The depth of the indentation under her buttocks was just right, and even when seated, the body felt a different kind of lightness. Perhaps no matter how long one sat on this sofa, the body would not deform. She pressed the sofa, swayed on it, and inwardly praised it before starting to look around. On the left side of the living room was a large rectangular dining table and a minibar. The mini-fridge on the minibar showcased various beverages and ingredients.

Instead, it sounded like a clock ticking down. "Your phone is busy for a man on vacation," Sofia said, turning around with a teapot. Her smile was warm, but Dante found himself looking at her hands. They were the hands of a baker, yes, but the pearls in the wooden box on the table weren't the trinkets of a woman who had struggled in a mountain village for ten years. They were South Sea pearls. "Business has a way of finding its own level," Dante said, sitting at the table. He leaned back, trying to adopt a posture of ease he didn't feel. "It’s a beautiful shop, Sofia. How long did you say you’ve had it?"

He grins, as if pleased that I am contented being his lover. “Then, I’ll leave now. Aditya will help you with your schedule and all,” he says. ‘Aditya’, huh? No Miss? No Lady? Instead of voicing it out, I nod and I watch him open the door to reveal Aditya and a man wearing red and orange garments. He nods at the two and then leaves the three of us in the room. “This is Lintang Sartika. The best seamstress we have in Pitchford,” Aditya interrupts as I look over her shoulders, to Theo’s departing form.

She leads me through the lobby of the villa and straight to the other end of the estate, through another door that takes us back outside. “All right now, come along, little Savannah is just around the corner,” Sofia says as she continues to briskly walk through the yard. I quicken my pace to catch up with her. After all, the last thing I need is for Don Valentino to catch me in his backyard, alone. “Oh, Savannah honey, can you come here per favore?” Sofia calls out in a singsong voice as she stops walking. I, too, come to a standstill as I step beside her and allow my gaze to fall on Savannah, who is sitting on a blanket, playing with her dolls.

THE PRIVATE SCREENING BOOTH PT 2 The giant screen kept flickering with silent black-and-white footage as Sofia stood up from the velvet seat. She turned to face Luca, who was still sitting with his shirt open and his hard cock out, shiny with precum. Without a word she straddled him slowly, lowering herself onto his lap. Her silk camisole rode up her stomach, and Luca realized she wasn’t wearing any panties underneath. Her bare pussy, hot and slick, pressed directly against the thick ridge still trapped in his open pants.

" Rila, the MUA answered. “Masya Allah, is it because you make up the smart ones or you are really pretty Saz? You are so beautiful ”Sinta joked while hitting Saskia's back slowly. Saskia shook her head, confused about the treatment of three college friends who are now sitting snapping the camera on her cellphone, taking pictures of them with Saskia many times.

she reassured me, taking a sip from her cup. "Slim is like the king of this damn hellhole. Even when he isn't here, nobody tries to take his place. Fucking cowards," Blowjob Guy chimed in, and they all burst into laughter. "Then why don't you give it a shot, Zeek?" the redhead challenged, finally revealing his name.

Sofia then checks her watch. "Oh no. Look at the time. I'm late for work." Sofia says worriedly and rushes to her bag. "Won't you eat something first?" Asked Sarah. "No time for food. I got to go, bye." Sofia said. "Bye." Sarah replied. Just some few minutes after Sofia had left, Sarah went out for a walk. She sat on a bench in a park and seemed to be lost in her phone. Sofia works as a waitress in a very small restaurant and Sarah doesn't really have a job. She just goes to clubs at night and collects money from men that seemed to admire her.