My Hot Baby's
Wanted

Zareena's dress has really sagged down. Tristan laid her on the couch. Pecking every inch of smooth skin that the girl had.

Zareena squirms, muttering not because of the sensation she is feeling. Wet tickles as the taste senses are getting down there.

He felt the rope of the bottom cover come off. Slowly down past the knees to his feet. It could not be deciphered that Tristan's finger was heading to the inside of his foot. Swiping from top to bottom, peeling along Zareena's legs.

"You'll feel it, honey," said Tristan.

Zareena found Tristan slipping her big toe. "It's ridiculous."

The kiss slowly rose. Zareena looked up, letting Tristan expertly play tricks on her. Increasing upwards until it stops on the part overgrown with curly hair. Tristan stroked that thin hair that was beginning to grow.

"Don't" said Zareena.

"If you allow me to do it," said Tristan.

"I really want to" said Zareena blushed in embarrassment.

Tristan smile. "Spread your legs a little. Sure, you'll enjoy it."

Zareena did. She timidly spread her legs until the petals of the flower began to appear. Forms that are complicated to describe, but have amazing functions.

Zareena bit her lower lip when Tristan touched her with her nose. Smacking, circling its shape which even brings a tense sensation on the body. Wet, something just came out. Zareena desires only because of touch.

He jerked, made a heavy voice, felt a very pleasant tongue sweep. Zareena clutched Tristan's hair, pressing the man's face deeply.

"You like it?" tristan asked with his face reddened.

Zareena nodded. "Yes, I like it a lot."

"Try to feel this."

Zareena's eyes bulged as Tristan pressed her with one finger. Moving it slowly, adding a sweep of her sense of taste that increasingly made Zareena intoxicated.

"I-i ...."

"Yes, just get it out, honey."

Zareena shook her head. "No, I don't want to."

Tristan grinned. He strengthened his finger. Pressing the girl's lower abdomen until Zareena made the sofa wet.

"You satisfied?"

Zareena gasped for breath, she smiled also shyly at Tristan. "Don't do this again. I'm dirtying everything."

Tristan kissed her lips. "You like it, don't you?"

"Clean yourself and go to sleep, dear."

Zareena frowned. He has not satisfied Tristan as a man. But the man told her to go to sleep.

"You don't want me?" ask Zareena.

"It's not yet time" Tristan replied, then picked up Zareena's dress on the floor. "Let me help you wear it."

Zareena is waking up. Let Tristan help put her on clothes. The man also put a lacy triangle on his leg.

"You don't have to do this" Zareena said.

"I open it, and I'll put it together."

"What about the couch?"

"Leave it. The waiter will clean it up" replied Tristan.

"You sure you don't want me?"

"I can hold it."

"I don't have any experience yet, but I can use my hands" Zareena said.

Tristan smile. "You'll be surprised, honey. If I've felt it, then I don't want to stop."

"You just make me curious."

"Come, I'll take you to your room."

Both of them came out of the music room. Zareena asked Tristan back when she got to the front of the room.

"I'm serious" said Zareena, "though you'll be dissatisfied."

Tristan gave a glimpse of those sweet lips. "Keep that curiosity of yours, Miss."

"I want it."

Tristan lowered his shoulders, shaking his head because Zareena was so stubborn. "Don't be afraid of the size."

"Promise," replied Zareena who immediately opened the room door.

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