The Passion of Casanova
Python #10

"You're amazing, Baby," praised Ken as she gently stroked Zoya's smooth cheeks, until it was anchored on the girl's pointed chin.

Ken continued to pay attention to his wife's appearance, her hair tied high, her neck level exposed free, clean and white. While on the nape of the woman there is a winding bikini rope.

His favorite shoots are only blocked by a cloth that is not much, even with a damp valley below. Ah, everything really looks perfect.

Why does Zoyanya look so exciting tonight? Especially when the girl was acting more mischievous than usual. It was as if inviting him to dock into the heaven of the world right then and there.

"You're done coming to the moon?" ken asked to be sure, while his face continued to sniff Zoya's neckline.

The girl gave a smile, she let Ken do whatever the man liked. Until Ken soon pushed her to lie down together.

Zoya clutches Ken's chest. "Patience, Hubby." He said, making Ken hold both his arms on the sides of Zoya's body, and the girl draped her hands around Ken's neck, their eyes met, Zoya got up and pushed Ken a little, because he wanted to sit on the lap of that mature man.

I swear by anything, in this position Zoya can already feel her husband's python writhing.

Both corners of Ken's lips were drawn upwards, wanting to see as far as Zoya let alone play around with him. He was very fond of Zoya who was like this, even his mighty soul immediately rose up, without having to be fished for longer.

"Tonight I purposely dressed up like this for you. I know you can't wait for it, and neither can I." Zoya gently rubs one side of Ken's face, until the man closes his eyes several times, enjoying Zoya's touch.

"So...." Zoya bites her lower lip and pulls Ken's head, to hold their eyebrows together. Until the breath hits each other. "Stop me tonight, as you promised! I'm looking forward to it, Hubby." The smile on both lips instantly curved up perfectly.

Without much to say, Ken immediately pushed Zoya's body, and confined it down there. He scooped up those ranum lips savagely, as if the thirst in the esophagus of his desire was swelling. Want to be immediately irrigated by the wetness of the gelora that Zoya offers.

Fondled with a little rough movement, in fact does not make Zoya in pain. He actually likes it, adrenaline in love as if challenged. He was even more made happy and floated.

Ken keeps smearing his wife's little lips. While one hand the man was busy undressing his own shirt. Not only wanting to be quiet, Zoya helps Ken, she even goes roaring, like a lioness in the mating season, Zoya pulls Ken's shirt buttons until the round thing splashes out somewhere.

Ken grinned a little behind their kiss. His upper body was already uninhibited. As with Zoya, he tore the filter shirt that blocked the curves of his wife's body, and threw it in any direction.

Leave both covers easy for him to open. Not wanting to make this moment so short, Ken began to play quietly.

He warms up as best he can. Ken went behind Zoya's ears with his tongue. Bite it and swallow it with gaiety, until the area is wet with its saliva.

"Hubby, amused," his blue hair as Ken's hair begins to nest in his neck, and when the man opens the cover that blocks two Himalayan peaks belonging to Zoya. Until quickly, Ken's lips were already anchored there.

The room was originally quiet, suddenly boisterous by the moans of Zoya, even with Ken's echoing crack. At least Zoya's body does not want to stay still, while Ken is fondling it, along with Zoya also jolted to give a reaction from the taste he received.

"I'll beat you up in the morning, Baby. You can't stop me, just take it easy, because I'll take control. Just enjoy it, My Baby."

In line with that Ken immediately escaped Zoya's body. Likewise with himself, with his chest rising and falling and breathing heard hunting he moved impatiently.

Ken pulled both of Zoya's legs and opened them wide. Ken stuck the tip of his nose in there, inhaling deeply as if the scent was so longed for. "Yours are very fragrant, dear." Praise him while looking at Zoya.

The girl answered nothing, only a hue on her face, indicating she liked Ken too.

Until in the next second Zoya screamed while grabbing Ken's hair. His mouth was gaping with the village that echoed. "Ah, Hubby!"

All his nerves were made stiff, when the slices of peachnya dikulum and passionately sucked by the man.

Zoya couldn't twitch when Ken popped his tongue in there. The girl's head was bubbling with her mouth wide open. While the stomach is deflated, resisting the turmoil that almost exploded.

"Hubby, can you give it to me now?" shouted Zoya, who was already unable to resist the taste Ken gave. He clutched tightly onto the bed sheet. However, before long his hand was opened because Ken was finking their fingers.

Now, he's right above Zoya's body. The girl's face flushed, with a puffed up chest. Ken loved this beautiful view. He grinned full. "Are you ready to play with me? My Baby's? (Are you ready to play with me? My dear?)"

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Ready not ready? Ntar I was wronged because of the nongolnya afternoon 🥱🥱🥱