Companion To Paris
Sweaty

Arriving at the apartment, Paris did not understand what important things this man needs to do. But he didn't think long about it. His steps were calm towards the sofa. The habit of Paris if you come home from the streets, he always fell on the sofa in front of the tv. It's like breathing in because it's been running all the way down to this floor.

Meanwhile, Biema went straight into the bedroom. In just a few minutes, he showed up again and immediately went to the bathroom. Paris only glanced at him as the man passed by. Biema looks busy. Paris thinks it's possible that the man is feeling sultry. The cloudy outside makes the air a little hot. Paris itself does not feel that way. Because he was more cold than hot.

Paris eyeballs still see the tv that was directly turned on. But so interested when the man emerged from the bathroom without even looking at her stuff.

"What's Biema actually doing, anyway? He was still jealous of Asha's friends. Didn't they also show up with their respective lovers? Even Andre is married to Hanny." Paris, who was originally indifferent, is now curious. He got up from his couch and approached the bedroom.

His fingers grabbed the handle of the room door, then opened it slowly. His head looked in, to find out what Biema was doing right now.

"Biem ..," call Paris from behind the door slowly.

"Yes" said Biema whose body slowly began to look because Paris opened the door wide.

"What are you? Ko looks busy to and fro?" ask Paris.

"Prepare to sleep" Biema said.

"Oh ..." Paris nodded his head. He did not ask further because he thought it was time to sleep.

"Change your uniform. Tomorrow's still wearing the same uniform, right?" point Biema to the uniform Paris wears behind her jacket. Paris lowered her head looking towards her own clothes.

"Yes. I haven't changed clothes." He realized he had not changed clothes. His feet went to the closet.

"If you want to take a shower, I can prepare the warm water," Biema said understanding. The head of Paris turned. Looking towards Biema with a smile.

"No. I'll change my clothes. Cold" said Paris, who stuck out her tongue because it showed a bad side. Sometimes I shower because it is cold. Biema responded with a smile. After finding the pajamas, he put down his sleeping pajamas while closing the closet door. "Geez," exclaimed Paris in shock as Biema emerged from behind the door of the clothes she was about to close. "Biema ..you are just nervous" Paris said, patting Biema on the chest. This man chuckled softly.

Paris was already about to unbutton her school uniform, as Biema reached out her hand to help.

"Biem ... " Paris was shocked. Chief Biema looked up.

"Allright? I've waited a long time for this .." Biema said with her eyes already foggy. "In addition, we have consulted with Ciara doctor," Biema continued can not be held. His desire could no longer be suspended.

"You always get the right reasons" said Paris could not argue. He resigned. Obtaining permission from his wife, Biema immediately removed the Paris uniform from his body. Do not let a thread cover the body of the person he loves. Then remove her own clothes.

The tongue war occurred when Biema guided his wife's body to their bed that had been prepared by him. Paris' hand restrained Biema's body that was about to overpower her.

"I'll do it carefully. Or... Will you do it for me?" biema fishing rod. "Maybe it's safer." Paris' eyeballs widened for a moment. Biema smile. Then look the other way. Biema pulled Paris chin to look at him. "Don't turn your face away. Look at me, Paris ...," whispered Biema. Paris looked the other way, staring at Biema. "I love you." After saying that, this man then explored the neck of his wife and her entire body.

Wrestling is no longer inevitable. Biema really does it carefully. But that does not diminish the pleasure of Biema's virility raining down on Paris' core.

"Uzzy ... Biema ...," sighed Paris made Biema who had been holding back since noon was more excited.

"Continue saying my name, Paris .." - Biema in his wife's ear. Tonight was full of sweat. The sound of the raindrops starting to fall slowly added to the romantic atmosphere between them.

Biema continues to spur her body to continue channeling her desires. Paris, who was getting used to this hot game, was encouraged to make himself receive all the pleasure that Biema gave through the center of his body. Give a free space for the man to do whatever makes everything fun. Until the release goes well and they both head to the peak of the most beautiful pleasures together.

The union is finished leaving a clear sense of satisfaction.

"Thank you dear. I love you." A loving kiss lands gently on Paris's forehead and lips. They drooped weakly because they had expended all their energy to satisfy each other.

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