Companion To Paris
Lose

After about ten minutes had passed, Paris finished his bath. But when I took the towel, it was not in place. Maybe he forgot to bring a towel into the bathroom because he was in a hurry. The dirty clothes were also wet with water. Paris was forced to go out to get a towel near the bathroom door.

Paris opened the bathroom door slowly. Open it slightly so that it can take out its hand. Then try to reach for a towel that is attached to a small clothesline that is placed outside near the bathroom door. "Ih, why is it so hard," Paris snorted from the bathroom.

Although there was no one inside the apartment, it was really uncomfortable if she had to come out of the bathroom with a plain body to pick up a towel. As fast as lightning the towel could easily be within his grasp.

"Finally ..," said Paris relieved.but suddenly he gasped. It wasn't because of magic or he had tried. Someone outside the door had placed a towel over his hand. Then suddenly the bathroom door was pushed slowly. Surprised, Paris was only able to see it without trying to hold the door or close it.

Biema appeared and looked at him. stared fixedly at him who was plain clean without anything attached to his body.

Just a moment ago, when they arrived at the apartment.

Biema has been feeling restless since. Since they were in the hospital. Many things that make his body hot because of something that is not restrained. Even on the way home his mind was fixed on only one thing. His body looked at Paris.

Many times Biema tried to avoid this girl. He deliberately did not make eye contact and talked for a long time with her was not without intention. Biema is trying to refrain from her desire. He did not want to be defeated by his writhing instincts earlier.

After his attempt to flush his body with cold water failed, Biema wanted to stay away for a moment. Throw away the primitive side of man when looking at the opposite sex. Denying desires that want not just to embrace the body. Trying to run away from the taste of pheromones that strengthen from the body of Paris.

Biema had already left the apartment aimlessly. I don't know where to go or what to do. His mind just wanted to get away from Paris. He did not want to break a promise made by himself.

After descending through the elevator and arriving in front of the entrance of the building, he remembered something. He forgot to bring his cell phone. Maybe because he was afraid of being trapped by his own desires, he rushed to leave to forget to bring a cellphone and even a wallet.

Biema turned her body while sighing in annoyance to head towards the elevator door, to return again to the apartment.

"Yes. I'll get my phone and wallet and leave as soon as I can." The initial goal of Biema is very simple. What he expected was not the same. Perhaps being lulled by the warmth of the water inside the bath, Paris did not hear when the sound of the door lock opened from the outside.

Biema rushed to the room and her legs came to a halt as she saw the girl's hand being stretched out of the bathroom door that opened slightly. The girl had trouble getting a towel. Biema approached to get a towel and placed it over the palm that protruded out.

She already wanted to go inside her room and ignore Paris after she finished helping out. But his foot chose to go closer to the bathroom door that remained slightly open and opened it slowly. Then he took a step inside and saw the silent girl staring at him as well. For a moment their gazes clashed.

Biema's eyeballs saw Paris' lips move wanting to say something. But it was snuffed because he approached and devoured the girl's ripe lips. While this girl only accepted without rejecting or pushing Biema's body.

Even a few minutes of tongue struggle occurred until Paris dropped the towel in his hand. His efforts were in vain because now he was asleep with this man's kiss. Until both of them stumble when the struggle stops.

"I want you" whispered Biema with a flushed face. Paris gasped for the first time seeing this guy like this. Or it's the first time Biema has deliberately shown a red face with a misty eyeball for wanting her.

Paris could not answer. This girl only nodded slowly which she herself did not expect. Without saying much more Biema ducked down and slipped her arm behind the heels of this girl. Then scooped the body of Paris, to make Paris screech small in surprise. Then take her to her bedroom.

Paris was silent with his body curled up in Biema's burly arm.

Biema gently placed the body on the bed. A moment later locked him in his sturdy body. Biema is unbearable. The desire to avoid and stay away from this girl failed miserably. He wanted this girl. The girl loved and loved.

Paris' eyeballs stared at Biema who started throwing clothes on the floor with a pus. The leaflet on his chest did not stop. His heart rate has been going too since. Biema found him in the bathroom. Like a war drum preparing to fight on the battlefield.

There was a strange feeling he had never felt. Especially when this guy is on top of her. She leaned her body gently with both arms. He who does not know what to do is stiff. Paris is confused about what to do. He was just silent and slightly wriggling as Biema explored his body.

There were times when he sizzled quietly which he himself was confused as to why the hiss just came out of his lips. Though he had already folded his lips holding back let out any sound because it was strange. Even her tears were unbearable without her knowing the cause. Not the sadness or heartache he felt, but the tears kept dripping slowly.

A moment suddenly his body wriggled even stronger. Even his lips were no longer hissing, but groaning as he felt something was raining down on his body and creating pain. As he wanted to scream out the pain, a moment later there was a sense of pleasure that he felt. The new findings make Paris feel strange.

Not long after that he heard Biema groaning.

"Arrggh, Paris .." - Erang Biema called his name. Without knowing what to do, Paris chose to hug Biema's plain body that was on top of her tightly. That's not stopping Biema's moaning. It just makes this man groan more fiercely. It was as if he had received something he had never felt. Somehow Biema's moans rubbed on her and made her groan as well.

"Mahh ..." After that Biema's body weakened as well as her. He felt something flowing down there. But he remained silent. Because Biema's body is still pushing her down slowly.