Ceo Somplak Fall in Love
CSJC: Chapter 63 Contains 18+

...This chapter has a few sentences that I deleted, my friends. Do not want to make sins, fear God....

In the morning, Gibran and Jasmine had headed to Soekarno-Hatta Airport and five minutes away from Paris Orly Airport (the second largest airport in France).

While on the plane, they spend time chatting and resting. After they reached Paris, they stayed at the Shangri-La Hotel. They were in the room after dinner.

Currently, Gibran was only wearing a towel shirt because he had finished bathing, as well as Jasmine who was currently drying her wet hair with a towel. Looking at her husband's reflection in the mirror made Jasmine's face flushed in embarrassment from clearly seeing her husband's chest that was field and very comfortable to lean on.

Jasmine's mind began to think of a no-no because their goal to Paris was for the honeymoon, and surely you can guess what a married couple did during the honeymoon.

"My husband is very handsome, Lord." Jasmine closed her eyes as she could not see the chest reflection of her husband's field. He shook his head slowly to disperse his dirty thoughts.

Gibran chuckled amusedly at the behavior of his wife who shyly meow even though she had often seen herself naked like this. However, if to be honest, Gibran also felt very different when they were in Indonesia. Or maybe, this effect because tonight they're going to chop oranges?

"Directly start the night, or do you want tomorrow, honey?" Gibran walked up to his wife and hugged her from behind. He kissed the white neck of Jasmine which was very tempting to him and slightly sucked it slowly until it left a red mark that was very clearly visible because of his wife's white skin.

"If you want to tonight, I don't have a problem either. I'm ready to carry out my duties as a born and inner wife." Jasmine wriggled and tried to hold her breath so as not to sigh.

"I know that I'm handsome, you're very lucky to be married to a man as handsome as me." Gibran said with and with great confidence.

"Narshly you." Jasmine pinched her husband's cheek in a fit of anxiety.

"Father's contagion." Gibran chuckles.

"This is basically you." Jasmine kissed her husband's lips briefly intending to tease him.

"You want me to punish you for playing kisses." Gibran tickled his wife's body until Jasmine laughed so hard that she rolled on the floor.

"Haha .. ticklish, dear. Pardon .. haha." Jasmine's breathing was already irregular due to tired of laughing.

Gibran stopped his pranks. Right now, they were just silent and looked at each other unknowingly when they were doing this. The two suddenly felt awkward and turned their eyes to each other in the other direction. Both faces are flushed like ripe tomatoes.

"Before, I want to apologize to you because I have not fulfilled my obligations as a wife, even though our marriage has been seven months," said Jasmine ended the awkward relationship between the two of them.

"It's okay. How about we start now until tomorrow morning!" Jasmine was already unable to contain her voice as she was already in a pang of foresight as Gibran exhaled the hot air in his ears.

Gibran immediately lifted his wife's body and laid her on the bed. He locked his wife's two hands over her head and looked her in the eyes fixedly making the one he stared at immediately turn red in embarrassment.

Gibran whispered a prayer before having intercourse in his wife's ear. After that, he rubbed his wife's cheeks and slowly began to peck all parts of his wife's face from her forehead, two eyes, two cheeks, and ended up on his wife's sexy lips.

Gibran bit his wife's lower lip and after his wife's mouth opened, he slid his tongue through her mouth. They kissed long enough with the same passion peaked. Gibran's hand opened the towel that Jasmine was wearing and his hand began to play down his wife's smooth body.

Jasmine plays Gibran's ears as Gibran's kiss descends on his neck and chest. Jasmine's blood was boiling to enjoy the incredible sensation that due to the actions of her beloved husband. Gibran's hand rubbing Jasmine's thigh made her scream because she felt so amused.

"Well, honey." Gibran's kiss is getting lower and lower.

Gibran's left hand shut Jasmine's mouth to let her scream. Jasmine's sweat began to pour when their game had just begun.

Jasmine clawed at Gibran's shoulder from feeling pain. She grabbed and pulled her husband's hair with emotion because she felt good.

I haven't gone into the cave yet, he's been like this. How about I go into the cave later? Are all my bones gonna break because of Jasmine's beating?

"Oh, honey, it hurts." Gibran complained and stopped the game for a while.

"I'm sorry, I'm sick too." Jasmine stared at her husband's eyes.

"If so, don't go on, yes!" gibran said out of pity.

"Next, dong. I'm so nervous, just waiting to have you come in." Jasmine was unwilling to delay any longer because sooner or later all of this would happen.

"But don't yell, yeah!" gibran said, wiping his wife's boat with affection.

"I'll try." Gibran again began their hot ritual. Gibran kissed Jasmine's lips and whispered in his wife's ear in a very sexy voice making Jasmine's heart want to jump from her chest cavity.

"I go in now" whispered Gibran, Jasmine nodded and Gibran slowly entered his wife's very narrow and warm cave. Jasmine was only able to bite her lower lip, her tears flowing from the corner of her eyes as she felt that her husband's property had entered completely.

Jasmine cried not because she felt pain, but she cried because she felt moved, happy, and also sad to have fully become Gibran's wife. Jasmine prays in her heart, may their marriage be far from quarreling and always harmonious until they grow old.

Gibran rubbed Jasmine's tears and Gibran enjoyed the warmth of his wife's body while closing his eyes. Gibran began to move slowly and gradually faster so that their bodies both sweat baths feel the extraordinary sensation they first did to get a reward from God.

After an hour, Gibran finally spat out the warm lava inside and immediately lay down while exhaling a loud breath next to his wife who was already covered.

Gibran pulled Jasmine into his arms and kissed his wife's forehead long ago. "Thank you, honey. I love you so bad." Gibran buried his wife's face in the chest of his field that was still wet with sweat.

"Love you too my husband." Exhausted, Jasmine fell asleep in her husband's warm embrace.

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