The Passion of Casanova
May it?
The kiss deepened, as Ken held Zoya's nape in both hands, hiding all ten of her fingers among Zoya's brownish mane.
The crying sound of the girl stopped, and changed the sound of delicious decapitations that continued to fill the space they occupied.
Ken kept flipping his face enjoying the relationship. Sip rough, even a small bite also the lips of Rano Zoya that feels so opiate.
Fortunately, Ron returned to the company. Otherwise, he would really be unlucky.
And another advantage is that Ken's car stops in a fairly quiet place, not a road that is prone to traffic jams.
Until when he will stay there. There will be no police cars that will ticket or transport it.
Both sets of eyes were closed. Continuously exchanging saliva and enjoying the sensations created, the lower part of Ken's body began to move in search of space, while Zoya's core was already twitching erratically, wanting to be immediately stomped and received satisfaction.
As long as the mouth continues to move. Ken's hand was no less to move, creeping behind the smooth back, looking for a hook estuary that hid his two favorite pieces.
Without any difficulty, Ken had already managed to take off completely. Now he just took out the contents, and sip did not get bored.
"Baby, I am sorry" said Ken with his breath heard increasingly hunting. Zoya did not reply, she only flinch as Ken lowers the blouse he is wearing.
The rubber clothing with the chest low enough to make it easier for Ken to get everything out. Now, the two popping were real, the pink shoots as if waving towards him, wanting to be devoured immediately.
Ken pulls both of Zoya's hands around her neck, while she begins to erode the distance, once it gets to where it was meant to be.
Ken's mouth immediately grabbed the peak of passion, making Zoya moan for a moment.
"Daddyhhhh, uhhhh," shrewd Zoya squirms and tightly hugs Ken's head.
Ken's face sank further, plunged between the bouquet. He was made a wave, because both nostrils were covered by the chewy flesh of Zoya that filled the space of his mouth.
As the two men grow stronger, Zoya's body begins to descend, carrying Ken's body over her.
One leg of Ken rested on the chair, while both hands held his weight, so as not to overstress Zoya's body.
Ken stopped his action for a moment, looking at Zoya's sensual face with her net full of maleness.
"Baby, can I do it?" ken asked, for the first time he asked permission to do what had been his pleasure all along.
"Don't do it here" Zoya replies.
And Ken immediately widened his eyes. "you mean? Can I do it somewhere else?"
Zoya gave a faint smile, then nodded. Carving on Ken's lips widened, he kissed Zoya's face and immediately sat the girl back down.
"We're looking for somewhere around here, okay?" Ken helps Zoya get her clothes fixed, and Zoya can only obey what Ken is doing.
The mature man moved to the steering chair, and Zoya sat down beside him. He started the car engine, and started carrying the iron antelope to find the safest and most comfortable place for them to make love.
Ken sometimes looks at Zoya, then grabs the girl's hand to catch her. "One more, I am sorry, Baby. I was wrong."
Who doesn't melt gets this kind of sweet treatment? It even feels like Zoya's heart is pounding erratically, and all she can do is nod.
"Jawab it right, Baby. So that I can calm down. I'm really sorry, I've been provoked by that emotion." Ken looked at Zoya again, with a sad look on his face.
Zoya let out a sigh, and she took Ken's hand, and kissed him at a glance. "No problem. Let's forget about that." he said.
Making Ken instantly smile widely, he let go of Zoya's hand, and changed to smash the top of the girl's head.
Eventually they arrived at the execution site. The place where the python snake will be in action soon.
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