The God of Love You
Virgin Kiss

“You're sprained with me?” ask the God with both eyebrows up and down in turn. Smirking seduces Mayra who is bling at him.

Mayra felt like beating innocent's face wrapped in a hilarious grin in front of her. This young man is very good at reviewing the smile that makes a weak woman like himself fall in love.

“I swear, you are much more destitute than the Eagle!” Mayra scowled because God did not catch her point. Whether intentionally or not, it was clear that Mayra was annoyed half to death.

“You want me to fan the manual to cool?”

“Males!”

“Trus what? The air conditioner takes a few minutes to cool the room, baby!”

“Tau ah, not in the mood here!” Mayra refrained from touching the God who stood one step ahead of her. “I'm home, want to sleep at home!”

“Kok even crank?” god intercepted Mayra's move.

“You said I can snack, can be angry, can be spoiled, can I ask for something?!”

"Yes, I can!"

“So move! Here's your shirt!” Mayra held out a freshly taken T-shirt from the closet without daring to look at the face of God.

“I'm actually sultry, so don't wear clothes! I'll wear it later if the room is cold!” God threw his shirt on the study table.

“I'm not hot because of the weather, God! Don't pretend you don't know why?!”

The god breathed long, then scratched his non-itchy head. Mayra's last sentence really touched her ego. Something wrong will happen if the God obeys Mayra. The god touched Mayra's left cheek, stroking her gently with his thumb before asking carefully.

“You want me to kiss it cold?”

Mayra commented a timid smile without even wanting to see God. The touch of God on his cheek carried a beautiful gall that spread throughout the body. “But don't kebablasan ya, Wa! Just a kiss!”

God told Mayra to look him in the eye, making sure that Mayra did not reject anything that would happen later. The god lightly kissed Mayra's cheek as an opening, whispering, “I can't promise that this is just a kiss!”

“Mesum, ih!” mayra tried to calm down. The god was looking at his face seriously and darkly.

Mayra blinked a few times to throw off the awkwardness. A great swish invaded his chest cavity. There was no basis whatsoever he asked the Gods to fulfill his needs other than going crazy due to the medicinal effects mixed in his drink.

The corners of the Gods lips slowly pulled upwards forming a witty smile, hoping to reduce Mayra's tension. “Tensely tensed as to be scouted!”

“Do not nakut-nakutin why the hell?” Mayra spontaneously docked forward as the God pulled her waist, began to hug and bow to reach her face.

“More minutes of kissing can be yes?”

“God?”

No need to explain to Mayra what might happen to them later, God has already matted Mayra's lips sensually, gently and romantically. Grasping for a long time, deepening it until Mayra felt her body hovering, flying and burning by the blazing flames.

“God!” hiss Mayra on the sidelines of a kiss that increasingly made him drunk.

Mayra's hands began to hug, then explored the back to the back of the head, scratching slowly so that the God did not take off his embrace. His legs were limp as if about to collapse even though the God held his waist tight.

The cause is simple, because the God who took the first opportunity Mayra to try the sweetness of a man's touch. Is not everything that first happens in life always memorable and imprinted in the first place?

The god pulled Mayra slowly onto the bed, hugging her without stopping the kiss. The romantic rhythm that it preserves is gone, replaced with the typical delinquency and wildness of God. It is not easy to face the innocent Mayra, because the sweet girl in her arms really makes the Gods curious. The god even only took off the pagutan for a moment when Mayra was out of breath.

“When is the pinter?” The god observed Mayra's messy breath and a face that was splattered red to the ears. It really looks pretty, making the Gods unable to stop the kiss.

Mayra asked back, “If you want to be a girlfriend you have to pinter a kiss huh?”

“Not also, the important pinter villages-h!” the God replied with a mischievous smile.

Mayra groaned softly, God no longer comes to her lips, but begins to explore the neck area. Smoothing and touching the tongue in the right place. Mayra bristles intensely, her tension spontaneously culminating in amusement and favor, defeating fear and disappointment due to heartbreak.

And even though the God had already crossed his safe limit, Mayra did not mind to continue. Curiosity and also the primitive desire that is so great that Mayra does not care about the rules he made himself.

Mayra did not realize when her bra hooks were released. All he felt, the God touching his chest was no longer from outside the clothes like before.

The god's hand infiltrated into his shirt and went through his back skin directly. The innocent-faced young man's palm had even cupped his chest, fondling him to the point of making a squeezing motion, gently, intensely but very mischievously as it touched its tip.

“God ..!” Mayra's fretting, between wanting to stop or move on. His sanity had clearly started to disappear uncontrollably.

“Ya, Dear?” asked the God in a deep voice, hoarse and very seductive.

“Cold heat!” mayra whispered softly, her voice trembling like someone wanted to cry.

God smiled. Mayra's resigned attitude and asking him to make the situation wrong. The god was not as calm as before, he attacked Mayra with an explosive desire. The gods will reduce Mayra's tension from being tormented without having to enter it.

God chose heavy petting to help Mayra. And felt enough after Mayra got two consecutive releases. While Gods?

“Sorry!” the word of God is like a happy grunts that are responsible. His release was very uncomfortable because it was confined by a triangular cloth that he did not remove.

However, all ended beautifully, Mayra hugged her tightly with a red face out of embarrassment and also relief.

"You're naughty, Wa!" mayra replied, wanting her to cover her face with a pillow. The cold heat subsided, he also gained an incredible feeling of comfort.

"Sleep!" god's orders, do not have the heart to see the face of Mayra who is sad because of drowsiness. The girl was sleep deprived at night for a glass of orange juice, what a pity!

God gave Mayra a light kiss, then took off the hug. Because if it continued, he wasn't sure he could resist burying his masculinity into Mayra's soft crevice. Which means it'll damage Mayra's virgin membranes. To be honest the Gods were eager to do so, but in a conscious situation without any medicinal influence.

Taking off a virgin with a virgin girl must be very challenging and proud! Huh, imagine that there will be difficulties when raining Mayra alone makes the horny God half dead. Oops!

Mayra prepared to sleep after wearing her partially God-stripped clothes. His face was so red with shame that he kept his back on God. No longer dare to glance at the young man who was only wearing shorts hanging low on his hips who! Mayra was too embarrassed to remember what just happened.

After making sure Mayra slept soundly, the God opened the door of the room and went to flutter his body with cold water, only to continue the task of his tracing pictures, with complicated but happy thoughts.

God is in a dilemma!

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