My Kind Little Girl

My Kind Little Girl
Chapter 11: Toilet


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Chelsea washed both of his hands, wiped them with a tissue, then came out.


Her steps stopped in front of the toilet door. Women and men's toilets. Along with him out, El also out of sight they did not accidentally meet.


El walked up to her, incidentally or how the toilet was quiet. Chelsea's nervous El approaches her squeezing the strong tip of her shirt.


"How are you? do you still remember me?" el whispered right in Chelsea's ear.


"Good, Brother. I have to go now" said Chelsea rushed away, but his hands held El.


"Why rush? we just met again after so long, don't you want to let go of the longing?" ask El. He pulled Chelsea into the men's room and locked the door.


"What did you do?" afraid Chelsea now her body is squeezed on the wall.


"Whether this was a deliberate meeting or not I don't know. All I know is that little girls like you are unique" said El, his hand held up against Chelsea's cheeks he hadn't touched for a long time.


"My brother has to go, my best friend will look for me later" Chelsea said. El was so deep in his eyes.


"Your friends won't go into the men's room, you take it easy" El said.


Hmmm....


El silenced Chelsea's lips that had not tasted for a long time. It was still as sweet as it used to be the first time he did.


Lum*** El is still just as gentle, he never played rough on the little girl.


Chelsea don't know why he's always been so helpless. His body was so enjoying. He closed his eyes trying to calm down. El likes this kind of thing Chelsea never turned down his kiss.


El deepens the kiss, her tongue dancing inside. Chelsea's body rippled violently, El's hands stretched out downward mer*** his twin mount. Br* was released. Chelsea slowly opened their eyes and when their eyes met, El stared into the eyes of the little girl who was on the hook.


"You enjoyed it so much, did you do it as long as we were here?" el asked, letting go of his kiss, stroking Chelsea's lips gently.


"No, brother, I can't" Chelsea refused, he never thought of doing this at the age of 17 to 18.


"Are you sure? I didn't make two offers, so think carefully" El said.


His lips again fondled Chelsea's body.


"Ahhhhh.... Sis...." Chelsea Desaah. El****strong his neck. His hands were also still on the twin mountain.


El smiled little, making little girls like Chelsea enjoy so young.


His hands were getting wild, getting down and down on the sen**** missed area.


Chelsea's body limp, El managed to make her helpless. The sensation of El's touch of the body felt exposed to a powerful current burning all of his energy.


"We can try here now" said El, his hand stroking the ground under Chelsea.


"Sister.don't do this" please Chelsea limp. His condition is getting weaker, not because of El's impromptu attack, but since morning until now he has not touched the food.


"Don't you try it first?" ask El to make sure. Chelsea who always wears a short skirt makes her think the little girl is a naughty girl so it's okay for her to have fun.


Every time he touches Chelsea he never refuses, a good woman will be angry and cursing, but Chelsea don't do that at all. He even enjoyed.


"I'm really not strong, God. My head feels heavy," Chelsea's inner.


"If you are afraid of pain, I can do it slowly," said El relentlessly invite Chelsea to do the final stage.


"No, let go of me brother. We're just strangers who accidentally met. I don't blame Big Brother for all this, so we've got here" please Chelsea his voice sounds weaker and weaker.


El was silent to hear that, letting go of Chelsea. He also never seriously did that, if seriously he would throw it outside, not inside.


"alright. If it were you little girl, we'd have it all here, I'd assume it never happened" El said, leaving Chelsea.


El's departure, Chelsea fell down, her heart ached to hear El say that. She didn't know every time she heard El say that she felt her chest tight.


"Lord, why does it hurt so much?" sadly Chelsea grabbed his chest.


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Bruck...


"Miss, I'm sorry I accidentally," afraid the waiter accidentally bumped into and spilled hot soup on his clothes.


Across there all the eyes of the visitors lead to the incident.


Ria and Aiden saw that surprised, quickly moved closer.


"Chelsea, your clothes are wet, it's very hot. How could it happen?" worried Ria turned to the female servant.


"You don't have eyes? see what you're doing now?" angry Ria.


"It's Ra, it's okay, the waiter apologized, it's also wrong I didn't see so hit," Chelsea pacified Ria need not be raised.


"Can't, look at your wet clothes, and the soup is also very hot" Ria said.


Chelsea who have been weak since, trying strong, his head getting heavier like hit.


"My head," inner Chelsea, his gaze began to fade.


"Ra, the commotion won't solve anything. Let's go, I'm okay" said Chelsea. The servant's face was so scared, he could not bear to let Ria continue to scold.


"Chelsea, you're too good this isn't good for you. If this keeps people out there who don't know you will misjudge you. Please just once angry at the person who wronged you do not repay with kindness, they will return to do the same," angry Ria advised Chelsea to occasionally be able to put a position where it should be.


"What's Ra for? anger doesn't solve anything, if people judge me bad it's their right, I can't force them to judge me good. Everyone has their own thoughts" Chelsea said. Aiden was silent to hear it was amazed by Chelsea's thought.


Girls as small as Chelsea are so mature in speaking words. He believes his parents must be proud, managed to educate Chelsea as it is now.


Across the street not far from the scene, a man saw the details of the incident, not believing everything he heard. There is a feeling of guilt in the heart of already negative thinking. He knows now why he never saw it.


"You've always been like this, what if there's a bad guy out there cheating on you?" angry Ria dizzy how to open the way thought Chelsea.


"I'll die after they snatch it


... " Chelsea did not continue, holding his head, his gaze slowly darkened and fell.


Thump!


"Chelsea!"


...Bysing......


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