Companion To Paris
Longed

After refraining from touching this girl some time after the unfinished test, Biema's kiss felt a little stirring now. Yep. He thirsts for the inner necessities of life. His body is craving. His manhood wants to be satisfied.

Paris knew that. Although at first he was hesitant and like he would refuse, he was finally able to enjoy it. The twitching of this man's tongue feels tempting for his tongue to move as well. Finding the right targets to wrap around each other.

Due to the warm and gentle touch, Paris was tempted. He wants it too. The shahdu story is inevitable. On the pantry table, Biema began to explore his wife's body gently. The clothes that had been attached to each other's bodies, now began to float somewhere.

Not like the previous story. Where contains full of great caution for fear of Paris hassles with the fetus is feared because it is still a test. Biema felt a greater passion. Especially in support of the availability of Paris to be fruited. Biema gets Paris intoxicated by her manhood. This girl repeatedly sighed softly. Refrain from losing control.

"Don't hold your voice, Paris. I want to hear," whispered Biema right in the ear. Biema kisses Paris lips full of passion. "I want you ..," Biema whispered between her kisses. This man's hand got rid of the hair of his disheveled girl. Even so, for him, Paris increasingly makes his libido rise. He is longing, adoring. "Paris ...," said Biema, as if unbearable.

"Oh, Biema!" peeking Paris restrained. This girl felt her body could not hold back anymore. There was a pleasure he had never felt before. The different taste that Biema gave off than the previous union, made her whole body bristle. Paris stepped in to receive a gentle and pleasurable movement underneath. There is a terrible stir there.

"Marr ..." Biema's groan this time was louder than before. Finally the moan stopped along with a slowly flowing warmth. Both body movements stopped. There was the loud breathing of these two men.

Biema kissed those adorable ranum lips, then put Paris's body in her arms. The heavy rain outside did not make them cold. Their bodies are actually full of sweat because of the exciting activities just now.

"It looks like you're getting good at it, baby .." whispered Biema sensual in the ear. Paris' lips smiled faintly. Blushed. Didn't expect any praise for what he did without the plan earlier. "Can we do it again?" tanya Biema was shocking.

"Again?" ask Paris not to believe it. The bead is flaring away instantly. Biema. Faced pleading. Be sulky, hoping to be granted. Paris' body is like an opium. "A ... Am I capable?" ask Paris shyly.

"I'm sure it is. Your body is healthy enough to accept my passion." Biema bit her ear lobe. Oh, naw.

"I don't seem to be able to" said Paris, making Biema's face sulk, disappointed.

"really?"

"Yes. I-I can no longer resist" said Paris, making Biema's eye bead widen. Then his lips smiled with satisfaction.

"You want it too?" tanya Biema was pleased. Paris nodded. Biema immediately kissed Paris' lips. Suddenly Biema's arm touched the back of Paris' knee. Take him in a sling.

"Biema?" ask Paris in surprise. "We didn't do it?" I don't know why I sound disappointed there.

"We'll do it again, but not here. We'll continue there. In our bedroom." Biema moved her chin showing the door of their room both.

"Oh so ..."

"You're afraid I'm gonna derail it? Are you disappointed if you don't do it again?" biema Goda. Paris thins lips of the caught. They did it again. Biema is like revenge for the time spent without making love because this girl is still in the exam process.

Paris is not going to school. Apart from having the same promise in-laws, this girl also felt tired. Biema did it over and over again to make him overwhelmed. But the state of his body that is getting used to receiving love from Biema's body is not like it used to be. Although tired, Paris can still do activities without delay.

This afternoon Biema invited Paris to go to her mother's house.

"Bring the mama a gift" said Paris.

"no need. Not at home a lot of food because make arisan later."

"You've brought yourself, baby. So no need to bring another," Biema said to make Paris laugh.

"What the fuck is ..."

"Mama doesn't just want you to come. So there's no need to bring anything." Biema turned her head to the side while stroking the head of this girl.

"OKAY. I'm according to."

"Good," cried Biema. Paris looked ahead. Towards the street. "Sisa was still sick last night?" tanya Biema started discussing the moment of shahdu last night.

"No," Paris replied as she shook her head slowly.

"Thank God. Seeing you fall asleep this morning, I feel like I'm overdoing it." Paris put his head on Biema's shoulder. This made this man look quickly at her.

"I'm fine. My body is getting used to it." Biema smiled at the confession of his wife.

"I feel lucky if your body gets used to it" Biema said with a mischievous smile. Paris throbs. The journey to Biema's mother's house was faster than usual. He was waiting for his daughter-in-law to come impatiently. When Paris appeared at the door, he led Paris to the kitchen. There is already Sandra who apparently did not go to school. The execution of making the cake took place.

Actually Paris was not very helpful because he never made a cake, but he patiently explained. After about an hour, the cake was made.

"Is Biema back in the office?" ask mama.

"E ... Paris does not know. Biema didn't say anything earlier, Ma" replied Paris. His head was looking out at the kitchen door.

"Take a look" suggested Sandra.

"Yes. You can see it first." Mama let Paris out of the group making cookies. After washing his hands, Paris entered the middle room. Then go up to the second floor to Biema's room. When the door opened, he saw the man's feet on the bed. Apparently Biema was asleep. Eyes closed. The Parisian leg is approaching. Cheeked Biema and gasped in surprise.

"Your body is warm" said Paris in a bit of a panic. Hearing that cry, Biema opened her eyes.

"Paris ...," muttered Biema. Paris' lips smiled.

"Where are you going?" stop this guy when Paris is about to leave the room.

"I'm gonna go find a thermometer. Body's warm. I'm worried."

"Attent. Shut up here for a minute" Biema pinta. Paris was forced to stop her steps and turn around to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Your voice is hoarse. You seem to have the flu." Paris touched Biema's forehead again. "Your body is hot too. This is because you are denying to eat first. It's gonna hurt. We can do it after we eat." This girl is nagging. He reminded Biema about last night. This man refused to eat and instead 'cried it out'.

"I'm wayward, yes" Biema said softly while smiling weakly.

"Yes. You're wayward."