First Love the CEO
The Cursed Orange Juice

"Who gave that orange juice to you, Zi?" tanya Gita looked at him sharply.

"Servant, there was a waiter who gave me the orange juice" replied Zico.

"Who did you meet at the party?" ask Gita again.

"I ... I ...," Zico hung up his sentence.

'If I told Gita I met the demon girl, Gita could suspect that I did the same thing to her, ' Zico murmured inwardly.

"No, Honey. I didn't meet anyone, really," he replied. Then he approached Gita's face and whispered in Gita's ear.

"Darling, help me ... I can't help it anymore .. You want to do it with me? I must be responsible, honey. If we are engaged, I cannot stay with you. You know I love you so much" Zico pinta with his hunting breath, made Gita's entire body instantly like being stung by electricity from the tip of his foot to the top of his head.

"But, Zi ... Mother ... I promised Mom, Zi, I promise you" I shed tears.

"Mom would have said that because we were teenagers and still high school kids, but now we're adults, baby. Even we're engaged, and we'll be married a few more months after you finish your KOAS. Please, Honey. I wouldn't have asked you to do this right now if it wasn't for that damned orange juice," Zico sounded so frustrated as he squeezed and ruffled his own hair.

"It looks like someone put a stimulant in that orange juice, Zi," Gita guessed.

"Yes, I also think that way" replied Zico.

Zico gets off the couch and snatches his black suit out of Gita's apartment, but Gita suddenly hugs him from behind.

"Darling, you don't go" Gita leaned her cheek against Zico's back and wrapped her arm around Zico's stomach. He didn't want Zico to go out and take out the effects of the drug on other women out there.

"I can't stand it here anymore" said Zico, continuing to waggle his shirt collar because of the heat on his body, especially with Gita hugging his body like that, making him want it even more.

"I ... I want ...," said Gita hesitantly.

"Seriously, Honey? You really want to?" tanya Zico stroked Gita's cheek.

Gita nodded, "But ... I'm scared, Zi."

Zico slightly bowed and grabbed Gita's lips again. He mat little lips Gita with soft, Gita also draped her arms around Zico's neck and return the luma tannya, even now li dah they were linked to each other, the kiss was soft, but it became a passionate kiss for a long time.

Zico held Gita with his hand holding Gita's thigh and Gita's calf coiled around her waist without releasing her interlocking lips, they continue to beat each other with Zico who continues to walk into Gita's room and lay Gita on her bed.

He took off the shirt he was wearing, then he began to remove the pajama buttons worn by the Gita one by one.

When two buttons were removed, Gita suddenly closed the front of her body with both hands.

"I ... I'm scared, Zi," said Gita.

"Don't be afraid, yeah, I'll do it slowly. This was also my first time doing it. Close your eyes and hold on to my shoulder!" Zico guides the Gita. Gita nodded and closed her eyes while holding onto Zico's shoulder.

Zico's fingers nimbly trace the curves of Gita's body under the confinement of his body. His fingers opened the pajama buttons that Gita wore one by one. It was almost perfectly open.

Zico touched every inch of Gita's skin with his lips. Next to his hand opened the cover of the fruit of Gita's life with passion.

“Aaaaght,” Gita who can not resist his desire also moaned resignedly. Gita lifted a part of her body, wriggling while enjoying every touch given by Zico, the man she loved so much.

Zico's lips continue to play on the fruit of Gita's life with agility, occasionally he makes naughty tan teeth that make his lover more helpless to reject every hisa pan he makes. Zico continued to decorate the sap of Gita's life fruit, one hand continued to mas the object with all his might.

“Don't, I'm afraid, Zi,” Gita said as she closed her legs as Zico opened her pants. Gita flanked both hands with her feet, trying to protect the most precious thing she had right now.

“What scares you, Honey?” tanya Zico whispered in Gita's ear with a soft whisper accompanied by a hard breath.