His Purpose
57. Soft and Cuddly [18+]

Gibran embraced his body from behind. While her lips were incessantly making Maria float. The man took a sip, a bite, until Maria melulum in a passionate kiss.

The sound of sound fills the silence. Maria held her hand around Gibran's neck, pulling the man down deeper and deeper.

A sweet and bitter taste accompanies their tongue. Both of them were lulled until unconsciously they were lying on the bed.

Gibran pierced Mary's body without letting go of a kiss. Get rid of the glass that Maria had dropped when she pulled it. The clanking sound of the object was heard softly on the carpet under the bed, while the white sheets were now stained with wine spills.

Gibran doesn't care, what he's currently doing is deepening their kiss and telling Maria about the evidence of his strained passion.

Is correct. Since then Gibran held back his desire to see the face of Mary who reddened a mixture of crying and drunk. He thinks it's very exciting.

Moreover, the thin dress of the woman who looked up, it felt Gibran wanted to tear and tear the damn cloth that seemed to have become a favorite of Mary every time before going to bed.

"Enh ..." Maria sighed with her mouth shut.

His body was under Gibran's crush. The man was heavy, but strangely Maria was not at all disturbed and even more docked and tightened the embrace.

Their kiss came off as Gibran moved his face away. Their breaths clashed in a distance not to the extent of a finger. Gibran's eyes were misty, and even Mary, who looked adorable, replied to the man.

Gibran lifted his fingers and rubbed Mary's shiny wet lips. His pink color now turned red and swollen, a testament to how loud and stirring their kisses were.

Gibran kissed the lips again, sipping them for a moment before turning away to look at Maria. "You are the one who begs me" he whispered hoarsely.

Mary smiled, "I'm trying to snare you."

Gibran snorted, the corner of his lips raised to form a small smile. Trivial things but managed to make Maria unable to take her eyes off. According to him, the man's cynical smile looks sexy and seductive.

Mary bit her lip, but it provoked Gibran to growl.

"Oh, shit!" means slowly.

"Stop biting your lips like that, Sugarplum."

Maria blinked, "Sugar .. what?"

Gibran sucked the lower lip of Maria who had been bitten. "Your lips are as sweet as plums" he said.

"Moe ..." Mary could only murmur at Gibran's praise.

Not her sweet lips, but the words of the man she thought overdosed on sugar.

Not wanting to waste time Gibran kissed Maria again and froze her in a burning passion. The man stripped Mary one by one of her clothes, until now she was half naked with a pair of lingerie that covered both of her challenging cores.

So tantalizing. Mary had a perfect and perfect body. His skin was as smooth as marble. Gibran's eyes grew foggy from top to bottom, making Mary immediately embarrassed by being stared at by Gibran.

Maria nibbled her nails nervously. Unknowingly he muttered, "This is unfair. Why hasn't he undressed?"

But what Mary did not know was heard clearly by Gibran. Without a word the man pulled his kimono untied, exposed the sleeping robe and threw it to the side of the bed.

Maria nodded with her eyes bulging. He tried to divert his face from the view of Gibran's muscular body which was only wrapped in a tight boxer. Oh, my God, don't tell me this is a dream.

But Mary knew very well that she was conscious. Just a little drunk from red wine that even one gulp was drunk.

Maria was immediately jumped to find a light kiss that Gibran put on the chest surface. His entire body was bristling with stiffened muscles.

The kiss spread to the collarbone and ended in a sip in the neck. Mary groaned little, she covered her mouth with the back of her hand trying not to make a noise.

Gibran does not like noise.

"Sigh as you please" Gibran said after making a kissmark.

"Ti-No need. I-I can hold it, ah ..." Contrary to what she said, Maria sighed as Gibran deliberately bit her neck hard.

"I said sigh" the man said, not wanting to be denied.

Maria smears embarrassed lips. He glanced at Gibran's head that was sinking between his neck. Maria looked up, her lips slightly opened with a breath of breath. His eyes were closed enjoying the cradle and the man's touch on his body.

Gibran's mouth chime with Mary's groan which is now unable to regulate her own breath. He squeezed Gibran's hair until he occasionally pulled it as an impingement. The man was busy melulum the peak of his chest that stiffened, making Maria more and more unruly and wriggling his body under Gibran.

"Nority ..."

Gibran did not answer, the man was not stopping to kiss the body of Mary who had been innocent since when without a thread. Maria, who used to be cold, now feels so hot that she turns off the heating in Gibran's room.

The man got up and opened his boxer in haste, then returned above Maria and positioned himself to enter it. That's when Mary's body stiffened. Suddenly his eyes shook with fear.

However, all that can be overcome when his hand embraces the shoulder of Gibran who is currently trying to unify. Mary buried her face on her husband's burly shoulders, her eyes tightly closed as evidence of Gibran's passion was preparing to barge in. Maria's reflexes widened her legs giving her access.

"Engh." He grimaced as Gibran began to enter him slowly.

Until ...

Jamb.

Gibran was silent with his body stiffened. While Maria, she opened her eyes slowly with a nervous look.

His clenched fingers clutched Gibran's back, his lips quivering as he began to say. "I-It's not my first" he whispered.

For almost a minute there was no reaction from Gibran. Mary had resigned had the man withdrawn and ceased their activities.

However, Gibran actually buried his face in Mary's hair while growling heavily. His body began to move slowly but cradled. Gibran treated her gently even though over time the rain was tightening.

The man occasionally growled lowly, kissing and clenching Mary's lips to vent his passionate desire.

On one occasion the man whispered, "Those who leave you are the most foolish men on earth. Oh ... God. Emh ..."

Mary groaned and accepted the blasphemy of Gibran. Until the two reached the summit almost simultaneously, Gibran immersed himself more deeply into Mary, until finally the warm liquid flowed filled Mary with great relief.

"G ..."

The two gasped for each other. Gibran hugged Mary as he continued to move slowly, trying to bring out all his remaining seeds. While the woman was already squeezing under him.

Without Mary noticing, Gibran grinned at the tip of his head.

Sorry, Darling. I'm the one who's been heartbroken so many times.