The Curse of Love of Casanova

Miss Dilan.(revision)

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The night was getting late, the Gods were getting riled up. pacing in front of their rooms like irons. Cintya completely locked her room from the inside.

Ignore the repeated knocking of the door.The call and all seduction was not effective. Cindy really cares about her hearing.

"Love, open the door, brother sleeps" whined God at the door.

In the room Cintya was no less furious. her body rolled to the right and to the left looking for comfort that she did not find.

"Love,, open the door, sister miss Dilan to Milea not as much as miss brother you love, they're only a quarter."

Cintya almost chuckled at the flutter of Gods in front of the door of their room.

"Honey.. O dear." Upin Ipin style, "sister wants."

In the room, the wife giggled to hear her husband sulking like a child. It was not suitable for her age to step on the head of three.

Still in let alone the God who seduced with the style of combating.even now the girl stuck her ear on the door.

All whines even******** are frustrated from the mouth of a God clearly caught by his auditory senses.

For a while it was still like that. God with his whining and Cintya with his prank.

Then there was the sound of steps approaching behind the God, but the man did not flinch.

"Love, can't stand this, it's stiff." Cintya was almost blown away at the expression of God.it sounded once if the man was frustrated.High voice already proved how On the man was.

The cold night air and the whirring of the sea breeze contributed to the suffering of the Casanova.

Unfortunately the fate of the man if he had to go to Aunt Lux these nights instead of the warmth that can be even cold that biting will be received.

It is torture that cannot be reported to the authorities. KDRT ala Cintya. violence in a beautiful way.

What a cruel you duhai lover.inner God shouted.

Cintya could not bear. she shuffled to take the key she put on the nightstand.

His fingers nimble twist the key let alone his ears hear there is another sound in front of the door. The girl did not continue to turn the handle, close her ears back.listen with caution.

"If your wife doesn't want to open the door you can sleep in another room." a clear voice in Cintya's hearing.

"Come on, I can help you." Such a sickening and disgusting voice ignited the emotions of a sweet girl who could turn into a stray cat.

Brak!!!

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Decapitation and and sound******* sound simple. Give and receive each other all the services* presented.

The god gave no respite to the woman who was confined beneath him, and without waiting for long, the male unsheathed his weapon without giving a cue. With a single stomp his weapon was perfectly in place. it leaves its owner strangled.

"Aah!" one des**an passes as a welcome how women enjoy their games.

The god moves his hips slowly and rhythmically.not wanting to rush and without fear of distraction.

They so enjoyed their game as kings and queens, stroking each other and twisting.reinforcing a burning love burning na*su both.

They play so beautiful and intimate. very relaxed. unhurried by time until the woman feels tightness on the inside. The hard object is getting hardened and filled the space.

Their two hands that were clinging to each other on the sides of a woman's head were getting stronger.

The movement to the right and left of the woman along with the push and beat that gets louder and more intense.along with their breaths intertwined against ken***atan to chase each other until finally they both strangled together.

The two couples drooped helplessly with their eyes closed and the woman's mouth slightly opened due to the hunting breath, as well as the smile of satisfaction engraved on the handsome face of the sweaty God.

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