Marrying My Nemesis

“Argh! Damn it! How could you break up with me, Rangga? You bastard!” Paramitha Indira Angela - a beautiful twenty-six-year-old woman had just been dumped by Rangga, her lover.

Gabriel Kusuma Damian frowned when he saw Indi after a long absence. “Indira? It's been a long time since we've seen each other,” Damian muttered, and approached the woman.

Apparently, Indi was already drunk. Even her eyes were dim and she couldn't see people clearly. She just smiled, then ....

Bruk!

Damian raised his eyebrows. “Hey, wake up. Indira?” Damian sighed as he looked at Indi, who was asleep on his lap.

**

“I never expected that. Apparently, you are this good.” The heavy voice that was pushing deeper into Indi's body growled with unmistakable pleasure.

Damian Kusuma - a handsome man, a young business executive who had just turned twenty-eight years old was working on the body of Indira Pramesti-a beautiful twenty-six-year-old woman he had long admired since he was in college.

Being a widower for a long time made him excited to fuck the body of the woman he admired. It didn't matter if Ind - as the woman was called - would berate him after sobering up.

“Arrgghh!” screeched Indi as the man pushed himself back down there. Sighs and moans could be clearly heard in the room.

In a stupor, not knowing who was fucking her, Indi just enjoyed the delicious touch. Damian, who had been crazy about her for a long time, pounded her mercilessly. Sweat was already pouring down the bedsheet on which they were having sex.

Damian, who had been longing to make love, enjoyed the sighs Indi let out.

“When is this over, huh?! I can't take it anymore,” Indi squealed in a heavy voice. “This body... eeumh...!” Indi couldn't resist the hot play Damian was making on him.

“Are you there yet, hum?” asked Damian in his soft voice.

Indi just nodded. Meanwhile, Damian pushed his body again until the sound of the spark of lovemaking was heard so clearly. Her body convulsed as the delicious sweat poured out down there.

“Tired!” complained Indi as she caught her breath. Then she lost consciousness because of the drunkenness that was still in her.

“So beautiful. Finally, we meet again, Indi. It's been a long time since we've seen each other, but finally we meet again and get this beautiful body of yours,” he said as he touched the innocent white skin.

“Don't be afraid, Indi. I will not run away from responsibility. I'll wait for you to wake up and tell you we just slept together. Splitting the night with the sounds of your screams and sighs.”

Damian rested beside Indi, who was already deep in sleep.

**

It was already nine in the morning. The hangover from last night was still very strong in his head.

“Argh! What's wrong with my body? What did I dream of last night?” she muttered as she lightly ruffled her hair. “Why!”