The Passion of Casanova
I Am Yours

Satisfied making love in the pool, or on the bed. Ken and Zoya sleep until morning. They hugged each other and wrapped in a blanket.

Now, time shows at 9 a.m.

The bias of the light hitting the curtains made Ken open his eyes first, the radiance made his eyes glare.

Ken slightly frowned, his eyes narrowing to adjust the light entering his sense of sight. He turned his head to the side, where the scenery was far more beautiful than anything, the lover, Zoya.

Both corners of Ken's lips were instantly pulled upwards, he pulled the slender waist of Zoya who only shared a blanket with him. Last night their hot activities ended up very tempestuous. Ah, I think Ken always wants to repeat it.

The cup! The cup! The cup!

Several times Ken gave a kiss on the plain shoulder of Zoya. She locks Zoya's movements with her legs, while her hands now pull out the hair that covers the girl's pretty face.

Ken kept repeating the wet kiss until Zoya started wriggling. Ken's touch made his sleep disturbed, he blinked his eyelids several times, once the net was perfectly open, he was immediately treated to the handsome face of his lover.

Just like Ken, Zoya also smiles. He cupped one side of Ken's face, and presented a brief kiss on the mature man's lips. "Good morning, Hubby." Her speech.

Makes Ken unable to not feel happy. "Morning too, Baby. You've been good at calling me that overnight. It means you have to get a gift."

Ken changed to cupping one side of Zoya's face. At first he bit the girl's chin, and took a sip. However, over time it rose, and made the two lips fuse perfectly.

Return to attract each other, as if wordless bored. Ken's tongue slips in, playing with his nimble inside Zoya's mouth. Absorb each row of teeth, then twist the girl's tongue.

Ken put the boneless tongue in his mouth. Stamped firmly until the owner began to get drunk, they continued to exchange saliva, while Ken's hand was perched in one of his favorite circles.

The naughty hand began to act to rejuvenate what was in his grasp with full tempest. To make Zoya again moan. Plus swiping their skin makes this activity more and more syahdu.

"Honey, once again before I go," said Ken paused for a moment their activity that began to flare.

"Go? Go where?" asked Zoya with a frowning forehead. Ken hasn't explained anything about the matter of leaving it.

"Later to explain, we play first, yeah," Ken replied as he kicked the blanket until the thick cloth was lying on the floor. The voluptuous innocent body was re-embedded, and Ken quickly flipped it over.

In the back, Ken raised one leg of Zoya and rested on her leg. Unlock access so that the python shot away perfectly.

His position has always been his favorite. Without waiting for a long time, Ken's weapon was already in a warm place. Staying in a cave that always spoils him.

"Give me your voice, Baby," Ken whispered right in Zoya's ear. The ripe man gave the earlobe a squeeze, and began to move. Pumping his body back and forth that felt so regular.

Zoya gives what Ken wants, he sighs at Ken's every beat, making the mature man hit the core of the lover very steadily.

The mature man grinned, he reduced the tempo of his hip rate and attacked Zoya's nape. While his hand always brushes out the one in front there.

Until the sweet moans are unpretentious, welcoming the morning sun that has begun to rise.

After they normalize the blood pressure that had hardened greatly. Zoya flipped her body to face Ken, she looked at the man with her face still slightly reddened.

"Let's explain, where are you going?" Zoya. He started thinking about where Ken was going.

Before replying, Ken first reaches Zoya's hand, then kisses her on the girl's ring finger. The place where the ring he gave was.

"Darling, before I tell my grandfather we're getting married. I have to finish my job in Singapore first. I'm leaving in the afternoon, is it okay?" Ken asks Zoya for permission.

Ah, not permission. Except for saying goodbye, because he had already booked the departure ticket.

"How long?"

"A little over two months. After that, I promise, I'll marry you, "Ken replied as he was, even he gave a smile as he said that, because he was impatient to ask Zoya.

However, instead of being happy, Zoya's face turns sad. "Two months? You never go that long, Hubby."

Somehow there's a bad taste sneaking in, she knows how Ken. Is that right, this guy can't make love that long with her?

Ken nodded, he understood what Zoya was thinking, he immediately cupped both sides of Zoya's face, and made their gaze meet. "Trust me, Baby. I'm not gonna fuck around in there. Just a job. You can call me at any time if you don't believe."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, sure. I am your men, and I am yours, only yours."

After hearing that, Zoya was a little relieved. And finally the girl nodded. Later in the afternoon, she will be taking Ken's departure, and waiting for him to come home, to collect the man's appointment.

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