Forced to Marry a Brutal Young Master

Chapter 63 Bora - Bora Part 1

Bora Bora is an island in the Leeward group of the Community Islands, French Polynesia, a French overseas colony located in the Pacific Ocean. The island is located about 230 km northwest of Papeete. The island is surrounded by a lagoon and a row of coral reefs.

Abimanyi and Keysha stared in amazement at the sight that was plastered for real.

The sea water is so clear and fresh air is lulled by coastal wind gusts add to the romance of their honeymoon period.

Keysha laid her body in bed to unwind during the trip.

Abhimanyu did not release Keysha in the slightest. Papi's Private Jet has also witnessed how two human children enjoy the pleasures of the world's paradise.

Abhimanyu was tireless and excited again as he stared at Keysha lying in bed as Keysha's smooth thighs unfolded.

Keysha was closing his eyes, squeezing his muscles either tired from travel or attractions on the clouds with Abhimanyu up to a few rounds.

Something was walking on Keysha's thigh, making Keysha open his eyes again.

"Mas Abi, aren't you tired?" Abimanyi regardless of what Keysha said had taken off Keysha's skirt and was now under the bed with just anyone.

"My juniors can't stop seeing this, baby." Abhimanyu pointed to one of his favorite destinations in Keysha.

"But Mas, it was in Jet..." Keysha has not finished his words.

Abhimanyu trained his hand skills at the core of Keysha so skillfully and well trained.

Like a professional lute player with a quote that is able to menegakan audience.

Abhimanyu-style finger games are able to create the sound of love without a plan to make the recipient seem out of control.

Raising the Hungry Lion who was never satisfied made Keysha become devastated.

Keysha is tired but not in line with his body which demands more to be satisfied.

Abimanyi is getting excited in the burning melody of love.

The creaking sound of the throne of the second kingdom of love bears witness to the first unification in Bora-Bora.

Without a pause, repetition seems to be a relentless action.

Looking at Keysha who was asleep in the field deck belonging to Abhimanyu.

"Darling, you're a piece of shit to me." Abhimanyu took a soft sip of the chewy thing that always charged him without any boredom.

Abhimanyu enjoyed every gift of God to Keysha.

Thank God Abhimanyu style with adventure in all the beauty of the safana belongs to Keysha.

Can't count how many rounds of climbing mountains that are so steep. Until the peak that feels tiring conditions for satisfaction.

Abhimanyu seemed to be lulled in love in a perfect oaham of the Masterpiece.

The most beautiful painting in the art of lovemaking.

Abimanyi gently stroked Kesya's blushing cheeks, as if never enough to shower her with a long-lasting kiss.

How lucky Abhimanyu is with what he feels now. It is as if time stops spinning until there is no beginning and no end left.

Unknowingly, Abhimanyu's eyes were closed in his beautiful sleep.

Keysha looked at her husband Abhimanyu sleeping.

Keysha admitted with all her soul and body the man who now became her husband the greatest masterpiece of God ever.

Keysha's fingers explore every curve of a handsome face with a million charms.

Rows of eyebrow feathers widened and thick as soft as a tapestry enthroned nose soaring.

Keysha felt sensual lips that were able to make him not wrinkle with the sensation he gave.

Keysha never thought he would have a complete Abhimanyu.

Feel the sharing of love with all souls and bodies.

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