Spring In Paris

Revealing the Truth

A woman came into a room, she was holding a handsome man in a semi-conscious state. Nothing else happened, in the tape all it looks like is the madness of the woman. He tried to do some dirty tricks while the man just lay unconscious on the side of the drug.

“How did you get that tape Dave?”

Cynical smile habitual Dave “ face I am a business man dear, I know what was thought by my enemies” Dave paused his sentence “ I have realized something is wrong with Nicole. He seemed to have been waiting for my arrival there”

Kinan is still watching “lantas?”

“I ordered the hotel staff to put the cctv in an invisible place. And BAM! They fell into their own trap.

“How about Nicole?”

Dave exhaled a rough mafas “he died by a shot from his own uncle”

“How can it?”

Dave looked away. “alah, we don't have to talk about it. You know I miss you so much” Dave walked up to Kinan who was still sitting on that couch.

“I'm sorry, I couldn't haunt you back then. I can't get you involved in trouble”

Kinan nodded

“Do you forgive me?” Dave pleaded this time. He clenched his two palms before Kinan.

Kinan was silent for a moment before a small nod was thrown at Dave.

A smile rose from Dave's face began to decorate his face. He hugged his girlfriend very tightly. He misses the woman in his arms. “I miss you dear, very much”

Dave took off his embrace. In her view Kinan's face was so adorable to her. He really couldn't bear to kiss her.

“What will you do Dave?” Kinan began to fret. Dave showed a very hungry face.

It didn't take long for Dave to think, he immediately kissed Kinan's lips adorned with light pink lipgloss. The lips she missed so much. Soft lips that make him drunk and want to feel it.

“Dave” says Kinan half whisper. Dave didn't want to let go of that kiss. Undeniably, Kinan also wants it. They kissed long enough. Both of their eyes were closed feeling the warmth from the pair. A hunting and turbulent kiss.

Dave started to descend on Kinan's neck area. kissing licked and left his former possession there. Kinan just resigned to get Dave's treatment. The buttons of Kinan's clothes began to fall off one by one. Kisses, licks and even little bites Dave left no gaps at all. Dave started squeezing the Hill in his grasp. Can not be denied, Dave's desire as a normal man can not be understood anymore. Something that had been sleeping soundly was now standing up to challenge the world. Kinan's small sigh made him even more drunk.

“Darling can I do it now?” Her speech.

Kinan began to realize, how could he do this. He looked at his body that only left his underwear wrapped around his bottom.

“He stood, Dave. I'm not ready. I'm scared.” Prattling

Dave hugged Kinan, “nothing, I'm not gonna force you, baby” he peed his forehead.

“I'm tired, how about taking a bath together before bed.” Pinta Dave's

“A..”

“This time I don't want to be rejected” said Dave cut off Kinan's sentence before it was said

Kinan just smiled. He's nodding.

Kinan missed his man so much. He was eager to be in the arms of that man. But to do more, he felt unprepared.

The splashing sound of water and hot steam made the two fall back into an erotic atmosphere. They embraced again, and launched hot kisses in the bath with both bodies not covered by a sheet of yarn.

“Dave...aaahh.

Kinan's sigh made him churn back. Dave peppered the woman in his arms with a burning lust.

The showers were finished, they had even fallen asleep in one blanket. Dave didn't let Kinan wear his pajamas. They are absolutely in the circumstance of *********.

Dave was still half sleepy when he saw the girl sleeping. Many traces left Dave in Kinan's body. A happy smile expands on his face.

“I promise I'll make you happy baby. I'll do anything to keep you by my side. I'll take care of you even with my life” he kissed Kinan's forehead gently. And finally the fatigue put him to sleep.

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