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Capitolo 30: Passione 2

•5uona Letture•

"Ah...Miki.ampun..." Cilla kept begging to stop. But Michael ignored it. Passion has taken hold of Michael's entire body.

They do this almost all day. From morning till night, welcome them both. Michael's crazy with Cilla's body. Although Cilla's body is relatively tiny. But somehow Michael can be this passionate, usually not necessarily he did this until almost all day.

Michael kept on spurring his merciless possession. Which is where Cilla was crying down there. And now he has achieved untold deliverance.

"Owh, ****" Michael's rag let hers embedded in there gush profusely in there. Warmth is running through Cilla's womb.

Michael let go of his wet property due to his own liquid. He saw that the burrow was giving off a lot of liquid. Smile etched. Michael was about to enter hers again, but Cilla suddenly cried.

"Hiks..hiks..sakitt..." Cilla whined, her body crumbled away by the man.

Michael broke his intention. "Baby girl, why are you crying?" ask Michael worried.

"Ampun..hiks..excuse me..please..." Cilla was crying bitterly.

Michael grabbed Cilla's body. He lifted the weak body into his lap.

"Why are you crying Cilla?" michael asked worriedly as he wiped the tears that kept coming out.

"It hurts..hiks..huhuhu...hiks...sickness..." Cilla continued to cry without telling her the cause.

"My baby girl, don't cry anymore" Cilla's body was grabbed by Michael. Michael's hand rubbed Cilla's head gently.

"Hiks..hiks..it...Cilla..sick..hiks" isak Cilla.

Michael was shocked to hear the girl's prank coming from him. His heart was slapped hard. He promised to touch the girl slowly. But his body denied it. He cursed his own stupidity, passion had taken control of his entire body to keep it going.

"Sshh, don't cry anymore, I'm sorry" Michael threw Cilla's weak body in bed.

But when she broke down Cilla's body, hers returned perfectly upright. Just looking at that innocent body, Michael could feel how savage he was killing the girl to the point of crying. He cursed his stupidity.

"Wait a minute" Michael looks for clothes for his girl. His hands ruffled Cilla's sleeping clothes. He accidentally found a cartoon cartoon cat. Michael picked that shirt. And looking for underwear. After choosing everything. Michael put it on Cilla's body.

"I don't want to wear that."

Michael was astonished. "Why? Do you want to fuck with me baby girl" Michael bargained. Which Cilla gave a pleading look.

"Alright, but let me clean your body" before Cilla wanted to say a word, Michael carried the innocent body to the bathroom.

In the bathroom Michael and Cilla soaked one bath up. Michael rubbed Cilla's back with soap. His hands move sensually. The one where Cilla was brought back with passion even though her body was currently being destroyed.

"Why hm?" ask Michael.

"Ah...Miki..stop.." pinta Cilla with her weak voice.

"I'm not going to stop, just one round of baby girls" Michael gently silenced the tiny lips. There was a hot scene in the bathroom.

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"Ahh..ahh...ahh.." sigh Cilla filled the bathroom.

Michael spurred his mercilessly, Cilla was already not strong enough to support his body with both of his limp legs.

Now they change style. Michael took Cilla to the shower. Michael set the water temperature to warm. Michael carried Cilla's body with both hands holding Cilla's buttocks, Cilla's legs rising at Michael's waist with her arms draped around Michael's neck.

BYUR...

Warm water flows into their bodies that are fused. Michael's silencing Cilla's lips. Their lips continue to blend even do not want to be separated. Now that the pagutan was released, Michael sucked Cilla's breasts slightly swollen. Put*ng Cilla is played by Michael's tongue by twisting it while giving a small bite there called a kissmark.

Cilla was shocked by Michael's accelerating attack. His mouth kept letting out a sigh.

"I..exit.argh...shit...argh..." Michael growls favourably. It was his that he let out and flooded Cilla's burrow.

"Miki.." cried Cilla felt the liquid gush warmly against the wall of her womb.

After a hot struggle in the bathroom. They both chose to clean up. Michael cleansed Cilla's body that was suffocated due to his actions.

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Twelve o'clock at night they just came out of the room. Just imagine them almost all day in the room with se*s activities. Michael smiled with satisfaction, finally he could have the girl completely even without the strings of marriage, but Michael promised after this he would propose to Cilla, and live happily together.

"Uhh" ringis Cilla felt a linu at the bottom.

Michael heard the ringisan sourced from his girl as soon as he turned his head. "Why hm? Does it still hurt?" ask Michael. His outstretched hand stroked Cilla's delicate cheek.

"I-iya" replied Cilla nervously. Very embarrassed to explain in detail.

Michael smiled wryly. He should have been self-conscious.

"I'm sorry" Michael said just one word.

Yang Cilla looked up to hear an apology from her lover.

"Why?" now Cilla's hand is cupped warmly in the jaw firmly while smiling sweetly.

Michael stared at that face a long time ago. Where that sweet smile was able to tear down all Michael's defenses. The smile meant a lot to Michael, as it brightened his dark and untouchable heart.

"Ti amo" said Michael using Italian, which Cilla shriveled astonished to hear.

"Ti amo Cilla" he said once again. Cilla just kept quiet without retaliating.

"I love you Cilla" Michael said in English. The one where Cilla's reddened face held in shame, her head hiding in Michael's stomach. Michael laughed to see it.

"Gosh you're so short Cilla" Michael rubbed Cilla's fine hair.

Cilla looked up after the embarrassment, now she changed into an annoyed face. "Cilla's not short, Miki's just like an electric pole."

"Hahaha, you want to match me with an electric pole? Of course I'm still the most handsome compared to an electric pole" narcissistic Michael with full confidence.

"Based on the narcissist" sneered Cilla.

"What did you say? Narcissist master! I'm the mafia lord remember that" he said, not accepting that he was called a narcissist.

Cilla rolled her eyes lazily, "I know that."

"All right, do you want to eat Cilla?" haggard Michael.

"Can you cook?" ask Cilla.

"Of course I can, even though I'm like this, but in cooking I'm good at it" Michael praised himself.

Miki you're a narcissistic man and a world of shitty men.

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