The Passion of Casanova
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A man moves quickly over the woman's body. The sweat hardened with the pounding he made endless. It's easy enough for him to get a woman like Maurin. A woman 10 years older than him.
Maurin is the woman of the night she lives in her mansion with the child she raised as a child.
All Maurin's living expenses he's responsible. As long as the woman wants to serve whenever the passion comes. There is no bond they live with, just a pleasant reciprocity.
Maurin earned a lot of money as well as a decent life. While Ken got such great satisfaction, because his life is not far from ****.
However, Ken is capable enough to control the company that has stood on the feet of his parents. He only continued the family business, becoming a CEO in the Tan group.
"Ken, you're the best, your weapons are mighty, dear," praised the woman under the armour of the stocky body.
Ken's getting made louder. He moved his hips more and more in a race against time. He groaned inexhaustibly, as his weapon felt firmly gripped by Maurin's.
While out there, a beautiful girl had just climbed up the stairs, passing through the mother's room which was right next to her room.
As Zoya holds the doorknob, she suddenly has to be confronted with a voice that teases her eardrum. A voice that always made him want to escape from this sturdy walled place.
From where he stood, Zoya clearly heard the moans and moans. From the lips of the mother and the one who claimed to be her father. And that made him angry.
"Why do they always do that, even Mommy doesn't care about how I feel!" Zoya growled, she squeezed the book she held.
The 19-year-old girl knew enough about the relationship between Maurin and Kendrick to be bedmates without a wedding rope. Maurin brought him here for one reason only, money.
Zoya's getting too fed up. He wanted his mother to stop and find another job, at least even if they did not have a lot of money, they could still eat from halal money.
Ken is good, even very good. The man wants to finance his life and even his education until he sits in college. But should it all be exchanged for her mother's body?
Why did he not choose to marry? Hah, thinking about it all feels like making Zoya really want to go berserk. He finally decided to enter his room by slamming the door.
Brak!
The sound reached Ken and Maurin's ears. The two halted the activity for a moment, with breaths that sounded hunting. Maurin believes his daughter knows what they're doing.
"That's it. Don't mess up my mood" said Ken, a little upset that his peak, almost ruined because Maurin asked him to stop.
Maurin nodded. "I'm sorry, honey." He stroked Ken's cheek gently and re-grugged the man's lips. Until that scorching afternoon, the long groans from the next room really made Zoya's head want to break.
Ken collapsed on top of Maurin's body, as soon as the one in his body gushed in. He never wears any safety, because Ken never likes that thing.
Maurin's breath was wheezing, he hugged Ken's burly body and gave a kiss several times on the mighty man's neck. Until not long later, Ken slightly raised his body with their bodies are still fused.
Maurin is on top of his body. "This time you're in control. Let's play, Darling."
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