Adult Male Love Prisoner
CHAPTER 23 - The Sweetest Khilaf

"You're mine tonight, I'll teach you to be a real adult." Mikhayla was only closed, Keyvan's touch managed to make himself lulled.

It felt that this morning Mikhayla was not this smart, so now why he can actually compensate. Keyvan was burning when Mikhayla passed a sigh as she traced her neck.

The kiss accompanied by a small bite there created pain but opium for him. Keyvan embraced his wife's body with warmth, the damp towel was disturbing in fact.

Mikhayla understood the will of the husband, without being asked he nodded his waist because when Keyvan was about to remove the object from his body.

So gently his fingers traced every curve of Mikhayla's body, every inch of it he would never pass. Mikhayla raved incoherently when Keyvan dipped the bottom of his navel, his hands brushed the bed sheet with all his might until his breath returned to hunt when it was not yet time.

"Hhmmmpp" hissed Mikhayla pulled Keyvan's hair when Keyvan's lips became and now edits his crown, again he was made intoxicated by the husband's cradle.

Keyvan will not stop there, the beautiful voice coming from his wife's tiny lips increasingly makes Keyvan's soul challenged and he feels really to be a real man.

Terrific a man, just with the tongue alone can make his wife's waist lifted, Mikhayla was overwhelmed with Keyvan's cradle until he shifted a little. The man pulled it as fast as lightning until Mikhayla's eyes were perfectly rounded, as Keyvan had not been satisfied this morning to see him limp helplessly.

"Shut up, sweetie ...."

Keyvan's voice already sounded unusually hoarse, it seems that he also has a craze to be released. Only, the man did want his wife helpless first, until Mikhayla again reached her peak for the umpteenth time in the present day.

Mikhayla's chest was still up and down, revealing two chewy objects that were now again targeted by Keyvan as he took off his pants. She also looked for happiness in the game, with a breath so tired Mikhayla looked at the husband who was above her.

"We're just getting started, you're tired of this."

Sweat drenched and made his wife's hair a little messy on her face. Gently Keyvan brushed aside Mikhayla's hair, the man slowly dipped Mikhayla's bi-beer feeling.

Mikhayla bought it when she stared at Keyvan's property ready to break through his. The man took a sitting position on his wife's groin, before actually trying to break through his goal, he bit his lips slowly out of fear Mikhayla would be in pain.

"Please be careful, until I tear Papa up," he threatened with a truly domineering fear.

There was no other possibility, the one he felt first was clearly in pain. Mikhayla closed her eyes while looking for an outlet for her pain, Keyvan began to launch the action.

"Calm down, don't underestimate my flying hour, Mikhayla," said Keyvan, proud of his achievements as a widower.

"But beware-hat ... Eeugh."

Fearing that her screams would be as loud as the ceremonial leader, Mikhayla tightly closed her mouth with both palms. Keyvan gave him a quick glance, then refocused on his goal.

It was true Mikhayla said that she would be surprised, not finished talking yet and she was sure it was not half. But why has it been this crowded, his as if completely full and forced to accept the foreign object.

Very narrow, won't she cry after this.

Keyvan thought about it in fact, but the surge of his love was too high that he could not postpone it anymore. To hell with the crying, later it can also stop.

"Breathe first" Mikhayla's pinta held off Keyvan who was about to finish off the rest. The man sighed violently because a little bit of a sudden, until he allowed Mikhayla to regulate her breathing exactly gymnastics pregnant women without the slightest movement.

"Just a minute, I'm nervous .. a minute, don't move first," Mikhayla said, staring fixedly at the face of Keyvan who was so patiently waiting for him.

Two

Three

Time's up, Mikhayla

When his wife caught his guard, Keyvan took a swing and hit him with a single movement.

"Aarrrggghhh!! Papa!!" mikhayla screams to tears, Keyvan just stared at him without sin with the corner of the lips perfectly interested in forming a circle on his sweet face.

"Sa-sick," said Mikhayla to ask her husband for pity, he pinched Keyvan's arm as small as possible so that the pain was maximized.

"Sorry, dear .. khilaf." Yes, it was a bit pushy but if waiting for Mikhayla to finish her breathing maybe until dawn it won't be over.

Keyvan will not undo his intentions, the man now calms the wife with a kiss on her lips. Still with the exact cry of the victim of the abuse, he looked at Keyvan full of vengeance.

It feels slippery, so why still crying too. Keyvan did not care that his wife looked so pouted, at most lasting a few minutes at the beginning. Not only has he been lulled into the real game, Keyvan thought.

Slowly Keyvan moves his hips, Mikhayla who was angry accidentally moaned to make Keyvan pull the corner of the lips.

"Take off, Khayla .. don't get arrested" she whispered later, for some time Mikhayla would still try to cover up if she also enjoyed her husband's game.

Sure enough the guess of Keyvan, he who had pretended not to like now just splash himself. The man didn't shake his wife's hand when Mikhayla's nails might have scratched her back and chest.

The more here Keyvan is increasingly astonished by his own wife, both equally lulled in romance and enjoy the heat of the game. Dessahan and moans both filled the room, the room that a few weeks ago was still the place to unite with the wife is now replaced with another woman who turned out to make Keyvan more crazy than before.

Where he had thought about it, Keyvan felt something as if it was about to explode down there. He groaned as he accelerated his movements until Mikhayla who was tired of seeing her husband.

"Nhai ...." Moments later Keyvan collapsed on Mikhayla's body, with a breath now hunting Keyvan drowning his face in Mikhayla's neck.

Meanwhile, Mikhayla was actually made glued and confused about how. Clear crystal details suddenly flowed from the corner of her eyes, she turned her head to stare at the wedding photo of the husband on the nightstand.

"Please slide, heavy," Mikhayla asked in her weak voice, unable to hide this time if she was crying.

"Hm? Wh why? Is anyone sick?"

Mikhayla shook her head, about the pain of being in touch maybe she will feel tomorrow. However, for the time being Mikhayla's pain was not due to that, she could not reveal it for now.

"Then why?"

"Weight!!" mikhayla suddenly felt upset because her husband had not yet intended to leave her body, Keyvan only chuckled when his wife dared to shout in front of him. It also attacks if it has fangs out so.

- To Be Continue -