Remember Me, Baby.
Now you're mine

Hansel immediately pressed down on Cecille's body underneath, summarizing the girl's face in his hands and replying to each touch with interest. Actually the face and body of Cecille is very decent, surpassing the average beauty of European girls. He did not understand why Andrew was not moved at all against Cecille.

“Engh ...”

Cecille let out a loud sigh as Hansel's lips stuck to his chest. The warm and rough surface of the tongue makes it curl and moan. Their bodies stuck together without any obstructions. The coldness that spread from Hansel's skin made Cecille like he had just found an oasis in the middle of a barren and arid field. The girl went crazy, wrapped her legs around Hansel's waist and tightened her arms.

“An-drew ... oh, An—“

Hansel's body suddenly became stiff. The man moved his face away and pinched Cecille's chin. He snarls, “See me! Cecille, look at my face!”

The coldness that moved away from his body made Cecille open her eyes in a daze. The face of the man on it shaded, his gaze unfocused between his sensual lips and the exquisite collarbone. Cecille brought her face closer, about to lick the rolling axe in front of her face, but Hansel would not allow her to do so.

The girl sulked with pursed lips, she hissed desperately, “Give me ... Give ..”

Hansel sat down and bit Cecille's lips hard, his tongue crept in and bulldozed her mouth arbitrarily, twisting and sipping so tightly that the girl in his arms thrashed and almost cried.

“Sick! Slow down!” cecille exclaimed while beating Hansel's shoulder as the man removed his lips.

Hansel held Cecille's jaw so that the girl looked at him. “Who am I?”

The pupils of Cecille's eyes trembled at a glance. His brain that was like the entry of water suddenly became clearer.

“Han-cell?”

Hansel sniffed Cecille's neck and whispered in her ear in a hoarse voice, “Remember my name well.”

The man brushed*as a chewy mound that felt right in his palm and pinched its top gently. Cecille me*ngerang and moaning*h, but his sighing voice was immediately muffled as Hansel silenced his mouth and looted greedily.

Cecille was almost crying. It felt too overwhelming that he did not know where to put his hands and feet. Hansel attacks her mercilessly, making her moan and wanting to shout for the man to give her more. His palm that was traversing his body was like an ice trail that made him feel very comfortable and did not want the man to stay away in the slightest.

“Oh ... a-ku ... want ....”

Cecille lifted her hips when a long, slender fingers touched her down there. While both of his hands did not know to press Hansel's head to get stuck in his chest or push the man away. He shivered .. shivered because it was too delicious and pleasant .. It felt like he was almost crazy because of the pleasure that struck. He clutched Hansel's hair tightly as the center of his body seemed to be about to explode.

“Call my name,” Hansel's orders in a heavy voice. The fog that filled his eyes grew increasingly dense.

Almost in the same second Cecille immediately replied, “Han-cell, oh... ja-ngan stop ....”

The girl's breathing was messy, just like her golden hair that had decomposed on a pillow. Red patches printed clearly ranging from the neck, collarbone to the chest that puffed up beautifully.

Hansel stared at it all with satisfaction before replying, “No will. Won't stop even if you yell and beg.”

“Fall,” said Hansel while holding Cecille's hands above his head.

Cecille's tears are spreading. He bit his lips to hold the pungent pain down there. His head shook to the right and left, making two tear-spouts run down his porcelain-white cheeks.

“S-sick ... Hansel ... uh, p-pellan ..” The girl couldn't stand it and actually started sobbing. Her tiny, fragile-looking shoulders trembled.

Hansel's hunting breath echoed within the room, colliding with a restrained sob that escaped Cecille's lips. The man stopped his movements and glanced down. The bright red color was eye-piercing. His muscles stopped contracting. He looked down and wiped the tears on Cecille's cheek carefully.

“First time?” he murmured near the girl's ear.

Cecille nodded without daring to open his eyes. He could feel Hansel still inside his body, and that made him not dare to move. All enthusiasm and heat are overcome by that unbearable pain.

Hansel dipped both eyelids Cecille alternately. An indecipherable glint reflected on his sharp and brilliant black bead. He persuaded the woman to be more relaxed and able to accept it, kissing her lips carefully .. flirting with her tongue to be allowed to deepen the kiss. His hands went back to exploring and touching everywhere .. this time he did it very gently.

“I will be very slow,” he said in a very hoarse and heavy voice. He really can't stand it. The warm feeling that enveloped him made him almost lose control.

Cecille muttered and gave Hansel access to do anything. He did not try to resist or cry anymore. Although it still hurts, but Hansel's careful movements do not make it feel as bad as before.

“Don't be too tense, you clamp tight .. I can't stand it,” Hansel's tease while chuckling softly at Cecille's ear.

Cecille looked up and bit the man's neck in annoyance and embarrassment. However, he did not expect that the movement would actually make Hansel press hard and start moving with a regular rhythm ... it was too stable that it made him squirm under the man's body, welcoming his every move with the same enthusiasm.

“Cecille ..”

The thread of sweat that gathered on the surface of Hansel's skin dripped down and united with Cecille's sweat. Ambiguous groaning and murmuring in the room mingled with the sound of the bed being ripped rapidly ....

“Akh ... oh ... Hans ...” Cecille gripped the sheets tightly. “Kya—“

Hansel lowered his head and muffled the scream that escaped from Cecille's mouth. The girl's body was puffing and shivering .. she swerved and wrapped her legs around Hansel's hips.

The movement made Hansel growl and stiffen. His entire muscles contracted as bubbling magma burst out, making it look like a flash of white light burst out behind his eyelids. His body twitched for a while before finally collapsing on top of Cecille's body lying like a rose petal that fell from his crown, looking beautiful and charming.

Hansel's hunting breath slowly returned to its original rhythm. The corners of his lips twitched, inwardly not knowing whether to scold Andrew Roux or thank him. Slowly he got up and looked at the exhausted Cecille with a gentle look.

“Dumb girl, now you're mine.”

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