Adult Male Love Prisoner
CHAPTER 113 - Forcedor/Torturer.

Approaching the final exam of the semester, Mikhayla studied a little harder. He has to do it, where maybe there is someone who can help him later. Even if it was Mikhail or Keyvan, for that he even slept late at night even though Keyvan had stressed not to torture himself.

Like tonight, it's not too late just this hour is the time for them to get into bed. Five days without a caress, make Keyvan thirsty and ask Mikhayla time tonight only. "Darling, when is it over?"

The man has been trying to undermine his consistency. However, the kiss of her lips and the small bite on her ear only made Mikhayla give a quick chuckle. After that he focused again, wondering for himself why it was inversely proportional to him who was abstinent once seduced.

"Just in a minute, forty minutes."

Forty minutes? Where could he, his is crowded now. The man put his forehead on Khayla's knee, believe Keyvan has tried from sitting to standing to make his wife choose him. However, the woman only shuffled her hair for a while and after that her attention returned to books, books and books.

"Khayla please, five days we don't do it .. are you strong?"

Mikhayla looked at him confused, yes just strong. The proof is currently Mikhayla is not tormented just because he is required to focus first this time. "After this yes, just a minute .. hold it first."

Hold her word? Sure enough, Keyvan seems crazy and he who has been biting his lips now carries his wife without cue. Mikhayla who did not expect that such an attack would occur was clearly surprised that even her pen had bounced far enough in the corner of the room.

"I'm not that patient, honey."

Keyvan slammed Mikhayla's body slowly on the bed, not forgetting to get rid of the bolsters and blankets that Keyvan said disturbed his ritual. Mikhayla only chuckles when he gets a barrage of attacks from Keyvan, if asked he misses the touch of Keyvan or not clear yes. However, his ambition to be able to get a perfect value is hot even though he had to.

Keyvan wasn't kidding, the man actually took Mikhayla to bed for worship with his halal partner. The Naffsunya was too hot to smear Mikhayla's ranum lips so greedy. Not to be outdone, Mikhayla returned to Keyvan's action until the speech that came out due to the chauffeur of the two was heard filling the room.

Khayla's breathing gasped, both scooping up oxygen that seemed insufficient to relieve her in a short time. Keyvan smiled, Khayla's wet lips were more tempting and made her more challenged to do more.

Keyvan went down to the curves of the wife's body, not at all he missed a bit. Tonight, he'll prove who really misses this warmth.

"Sshhh_ Vaaan," sighed Mikhayla when Keyvan managed to get his waist lifted, he who had been rejected since wanted to make Mikhayla plead after this.

A matchless pleasure that made Mikhayla look up with her mouth now wide open when Keyvan smeared her bottom. It's crazy, Mikhayla was making a frenzy, the electrical vibrations seemed to spread throughout his body.

If Mikhayla would have tried to cover up, he now opened his legs wide without being asked first. Making it easier for Keyvan to make it fly into space, he who had felt tightness at the bottom now prioritizes the satisfaction of his wife first.

"Hmmp_" moaned Mikhayla restrained, she bit her lips so as not to be too noisy. Until, when he almost reached the top of Keyvan stopped his action and let Mikhayla look at him confused.

Still speechless, Mikhayla was upset when Keyvan grabbed a tissue and wiped his hand as if he had finished his task. Not only that, he also did the same thing the core part of Mikhayla that has been so good since.

"Have you? Just so?" asked Mikhayla mendelik dislike, some time ago he asked even force, now Keyvan was in the middle of the road.

"Hm, why is it?" keyvan asked casually with a faint smile on his lips, the man wanted to make the wife feel the same way as him.

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"How do you want it? Hm?" keyvan asked, looking down and eroding the distance until the two were only a few cent apart.

The gaze of the two locked, Mikhayla swallowed her saliva. He's nervous, prestige but the passerby that Keyvan deliberately hung wants him done too. As a grown woman, Mikhayla needs Keyvan tonight.

"Certainly," she muttered softly but could still be heard by Keyvan, clearly Mikhayla really wanted her husband but was ashamed to ask.

"What's? I can't hear you, too small, dear."

An irritated Mikhayla pinched Keyvan's stomach, she was sure the man pretended not to hear. Keyvan chuckled at Mikhayla's pouting face, sure enough that her head would hurt a little after this.

"What?"

"Yes, that wasn't finished yet." Mikhayla said a little, a little whisper when in the room there were only the two of them at this time.

"Tell me clearly what to do, my dear wife."

Strange as hell, for anything else Mikhayla could blatantly ask. But for this time he was embarrassed even though it was in plain sight. "Forward that one, huh?" keyvan asked in the end, maybe if asking Khayla pleading will be endless.

"Eh." Mikhayla nodded and smiled so much that Keyvan did not think twice.

What Keyvan got from Mikhayla could not be defined by words. In fact, the enjoyment of romance of two people who love each other can not be revealed verbally.

Keyvan moved his hips slowly to make Mikhayla completely forget the test case next weekend. Dessahan and moaning wife increasingly become when Keyvan spur his hip while embracing the tiny body of the wife, Kevan, again and again the man again warmed up Mikhayla's womb with hot lava gushing out down there.

With his breath still puffing, Mikhayla closed in and left Keyvan still in charge. Tired, Keyvan now collapsed at his wife's side. "Sleep, don't think about anything." Keyvan kissed his forehead as a sign of love the game was over.

- To Be Continue -

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