The Passion of Casanova
Intoxicants
Ken stuck his weapon deeper, so he felt it touch Zoya's pulse point. The two men groaned long, with sweat pouring profusely, even with the tempest that had been released together.
Zoya suffocates with bogged down breath, her entire nerve endings as if being melted down simultaneously, a proof that she has just gotten a very good wave.
While on top of the girl's body, Ken still accumulates his body weight so firmly, Ken looks at Zoya's sensual face so closely, there was a small smile on the lips of the man who was 19 years older than Zoya.
Ken was so satisfied, because he was able to make the young girl jump and moan because of his game. No matter what scratch on his back Zoya keeps giving, all of it is proof that Ken managed to make the girl perfectly happy.
"Thank you, Baby" said Ken, laying down beside Zoya.
He several times dyed Zoya's innocent back, and pulled the blanket over to cover their bodies. Behind the thick cloth, Ken wrapped his hands around Zoya's stomach, and the girl could no longer resist.
His strength was already drained away by the owner of the stocky body beside him. He could only shed tears, before the two neutrals finally closed perfectly.
...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...
Next day.
Zoya blinked her beautiful eyelids several times, adjusting the light that entered her sense of sight.
However, Zoya no longer felt Ken's touch, she glanced to the side and it turned out that the man did not exist.
He was left alone in this room, even after Ken took it all away. Zoya tries to sit down, and she cries. "Daddy is bad!" Cute the girl.
The core of his body was still painful, but his heart was much more painful. Zoya cries sobbing in her place, with her body still plain, she feels so disgusted, especially when she finds traces of Ken's love printed so much.
At that moment, the door of the room opened. Featuring Ken who only wears kimono towels with breakfast and warm milk for Zoya.
Seeing that, Zoya hurriedly wiped her tears, and pulled the blanket over to cover her body, she regained her guard. And Ken just smiled, he put the breakfast on the nightstand, and sat on the side of the bed.
"For what to cover, hem? Daddy's seen it all, even knows what it's like," said Ken still smiling, while his brain immediately remembered their romance last night.
Everything feels different. He was like a drunk virgin, the owner of the body was really making him opium, because it was able to make Ken want to keep repeating it again and again with Zoya.
Zoya clutched the blanket even more firmly, and inched backwards, as Ken's burly hand rubbed his cheek tenderly.
"Daddy promises not to touch another woman again, Daddy will only touch you" continued Ken, with a serious facial expression.
However, instead of being happy, Zoya just stared at Ken sharply, the man in front of her is really outrageous, Zoya brushed off Ken's hand until detached from his cheek.
"Why can Daddy do me the same? Why Daddy perk*sa Zoya? Zoya doesn't want to do it again with Daddy!" firmly the girl, she still remembers very well the incident last night.
Regardless of his refusal, the man continued to force his way through nirvana with him. Until finally what he had been guarding, just disappeared.
Hearing that, Ken smiled again, even wider. He pulls Zoya's pointed chin, so that their neutrals look at each other and clash.
"It wasn't rape, Baby. Even you let out a great sigh last night, doesn't that mean you enjoy my game too? Right?" ken said so calmly.
Zoya has no face. He did not forget that, by itself he let out an er*tis voice, until Ken continued racing on top of his body.
Zoya turns her face away, so that the netra they no longer meet, because she is really embarrassed to admit it.
Ken's touch was the intoxicating taste he had just received. Not wrong, if this man is dubbed as the casanova.
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