"Um ... let me walk, please. It's getting late."
Wirata repeated softly, she was tired and thought if he carried her in this position like he was doing they were not going to reach the bathroom until tomorrow. Stefan shook his head and gave her a crafty smile.
"No, I like it like this."
The man never listened to anybody as she knew well. She sighed and let him do what he wanted. She rested her face on his broad shoulder.
But not for long when coming out to the living room, Wirata felt his evil weapon grew large inside her once again. He immediately placed her on an arm of the sofa.
"Aw, Wine. I am fucking hot again. You are making me swollen, Ah."
The whisper came and he bent down to put his mouth on hers while his hips started to move.
"Oh, Wine. You are so tight and so hot that I couldn't stand it. "
