My Hot Baby's
Hot

Both of them could not wait to immediately fight in the arena bed. Both take off clothes, drop on a soft mattress.

Tristan gives and Zareena welcomes a hot, urgent, twisted lip kiss, evoking a passion for one exciting fight.

Tristan's breath gushed down Zareena's skin as the man had lowered his lips down there. Zareena combed Tristan's thick, dark hair. Occasionally gripping, forming a circular pattern on hair that is as smooth as silk.

"Tristan," Zareena said softly that the man had washed the tip of his daughter. The mischievous hand caressed his body, continued to descend downwards, then stopped right at the forbidden area. Once again Zareena called out Tristan's name when the two fingers had entered her body.

"i like it. Every inch of your body, I love it. It's mine." Tristan is acting wild. The stronger he took two of Zareena's soft objects in turn.

"I need you, Tristan." Zareena buried her fingers on the back of the man's field.

Tristan shuffled to sit next to Zareena. Caressing her cheeks, inviting the woman to wash the part of hers that had been strained. Zareena got up with elbow support. Facing the tension belongs to Tristan who calls to be tasted.

Tristan complained as the tip of hers was touched by Zareena's soft tongue. Circular movement he got. Along the upright line, those soft lips crept in, then entered, and Tristan felt an overwhelming warmth.

Passionately, Tristan stroked Zareena's hair, then grasped the pinch of long hair. Making Zareena's head sink into the pressure that Tristan gave her.

Zareena's face was flushed red, her lips and neck were full of saliva. Tristan withdrew, washing the woman's face with hers. Tristan grabbed the chin, peeked back at Zareena's lips, then pushed the body on her back.

Zareena's legs were raised, Tristan first washed the wet red petals. Zareena muttered softly calling out his name. The more passion in him.

Without further ado, Tristan unites her body to Zareena. Urge strongly the woman in a fast tempo movement. Zareena clutched the sheets, her body trembling in the direction that Tristan gave her.

"Darling," call Tristan softly.

Tristan smiled at Zareena's words. Has he won over the dissident girl? Zareena is helpless under her confinement. "You admit defeat?"

"I'm just not used to it yet."

"You still don't want to admit it?"

"I'm sure it can make you crazy about me."

"You're driving me crazy, Zareena."

Tristan hit hard, making Zareena scream. Zareena herself did not know if the rooms on this ship were soundproofed. He had refrained from remaining silent, but Tristan was very good at breaking down his defenses.

Breathing that is breathless accompanied by a sweaty body can rest. Both of them were not dressed, nor covered their bodies with white blankets.

Satisfied, but there is less. Both Zareena and Tristan want to pass up the night by continuing to unite the body. Zareena herself wanted to be with Tristan one last time before telling her parents that she accepted the match. While Tristan will never be satisfied to fuck Zareena.

"I need a few more minutes" Tristan said, rubbing his face. His breathing just returned to normal.

Zareena didn't care, she overstretched that innocent body. "But I want you right now. Let me work this time."

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