THE MAFIA!
Chapter 134

Love, is it love?

No one can interpret in detail what love really means. They are only able to say, if the word love is a representation of deep feelings.

Feelings that make us willing to do everything without any words of force or pressure.

A word that symbolizes a holy feeling. Without any bad intentions in it.

On the same floor as the bride today, in the room with the same class, only the nuances that do not contain elements of the bridal room. And on the same night, there are two lovers who are also enjoying the world together.

Darrel Harcourt and Oliver Arlington. A couple who met in a very magical way. In a short time both can be released and forget the dark story of the past.

Entering the presidential suit hotel room in shame, Oliver is treated very comfortably and gently by a man who is also a Mafia. Just like the groom tonight.

According to Oliver's will, then they took a bath alternately, because Oliver would still be embarrassed to bathe together. Alternately shedding sweat. Eliminate fatigue with a warm splash of water under the shower.

Oliver came out with a kimono towel, because his change of clothes was in the hotel room that was ordered for him. Sitting at the dresser, combing wet hair while waiting for the lover to finish his bath.

Nothing happened yet, but the heart of former palace butler Michael was already racing. Look at yourself with a million questions.

Unhastened chastity?

How does it feel to make love for the first time?

How embarrassed is it to be naked in front of a man?

Then, can he give his best to a Darrel Harcourt in bed?

Remember Darrel is a Mafia guy who likes to change partners. And whichever woman he wanted, must have finally chuckled limply in the man's bed. Including top artists or models though.

Squeezing the crossed edge of the towel in front of his chest, his body stiffened withstanding the trays of nervousness. Until he did not realize when it arrived - Darrel hugged him from behind. I don't know when the man came out from behind the bathroom door. Suddenly, the man's lips were on his cheeks.

"You look tense, honey." whispered Darrel hugging her lover.

"Aa.." nervous Oliver, "I'm just scared, you..."

"Me?" ask Darrel, "Why?"

"I'm afraid, I can't be what you want." replied Oliver softly. Staring at the handsome man from the reflection of the mirror in front of him.

"Oh, God..." Darrel chuckled, with his head looking up. "Why do you think of such a silly thing, honey?"

"You fucked a lot, but me?" oliver said, "I never make love, so I don't know what to do to keep you from getting bored."

Darrel listens to his lover's reason by looking at him from the mirror. He hugged tightly in front of Oliver's chest, peeping at the top of his head.

"I'm gonna love it tonight, baby!"

"Oh yeah?" ask Oliver, "Why?"

Staring at Oliver with a million-sense smile. So Darrel lifted the body of the brownish blonde woman. Carrying her in front of the chest, carrying her like Michael carrying his bride left the ballroom.

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Darrel placed the slender body wrapped in kimono towel right in the middle of the king-size bed.

The heart of the tub is getting pumped using the machine. Debaran and the tense face were increasingly clearly seen by Darrel.

Darrel smiled happily, teaching his beloved to make love. Hah, what dreams come to that man, until a player like him gets a holy lover like Oliver?

"Don't tense, honey. Follow your instincts.. Everything you feel is natural. You will feel good, if you can relax and enjoy every touch of mine." said Darrel who had confined his lover.

Oliver was only able to nod slowly, without being able to speak. Both hands crept on Darrel's stocky arm, until one of them reached the neck of the French Mafia.

At least that's what he knows to look romantic. The science he gets from the different types of movies out there.

Darrel kissed his forehead, both eyes, two cheeks, nose and last stared inside his lover. Letting two pairs of face-to-face beads intersect. Seeking the meaning of each other's marathon highlights.

Clearly seen from the look of the two, if there is love, there is admiration and there is trust in that eye.

Closing his eyes, Darrel immediately lowered his head, eroding the distance, and ending with the union of two lips.

Two lips intertwined, this was not the first time Oliver kissed, so he could compensate for the movements of his lover's lips and tongue. It was so intoxicating when the kiss was done in bed. Close your eyes and without anyone watching.

Satisfied kissing her lover's lips, Darrel's lips dropped. Tracing the neck niche. He often dipped the area, but only once twice. And this time he wiped it with his tongue.

Oliver's body began to move, there was a tickle that he was difficult to understand from what Darrel did. Eyes still closed, the head continues to move to the right to the left as well as up, following the movement of Darrel who showered the neck with kisses and licks - spoiled licks.

"Aahm.."********free sliding from Oliver's lips without being able to hold it again. As Darrel leaves a small red footprint on the left neck. The possession trail, which signifies tonight that sacred body will be his.

******* and a gentle groan continued to slide from Oliver's lips, as Darrel opened the kimono strap, and lowered the shoulder. There's a little br* strap in there. Darrel started down the shoulder.

Darrel smiled happily, how beautiful the body was. Not inferior to the body of an adult magazine model he once paid to satisfy himself full night.

"You're beautiful." praise Darrel with an increasingly lustful aura.

Oliver felt ashamed, but he did not intend to cover his body. He let his lover's eyes see every inch of his body.

Darrel lowered his head again, fusing two more lips together, while removing the br* behind his girlfriend's back. Once a small movement, the hooks were already far apart from each other. So he took off two ropes and threw them on the floor.

The lips were still in chains, and two hands began to guerrilla. Groped and gently squeezed two bumps on her lover's chest.

"Ahh.." looked at Oliver with two hands coiled around his lover's neck.

The kiss deepens and the body gets hotter, as two fingers begin to act on the pink crest.

Darrel could not stand it, wanted to know immediately and feel the pink peak he was playing. And she immediately ended the kiss. He lifted his head and half looked down. He smiled at the size of his lover's breasts that could be said to be quite large. Very well in his sturdy hands.

Without a second thought, he immediately grabbed the peak of his chest with his lips. One more he played with his hands. Keep alternating. ****** that glides from Oliver's lips is a great encouragement to enjoy his suction more.

Darrel took off the kimono towel he was wearing, with lips still sucking on one of the pink tops. Leaving the black bokser, Darrel again showered his wife's body with love.

Satisfied with the part, Darrel goes down kissing and licking her lover's navel. He knows down there, in the valley of the hill of mutual already wet by melting lubricant. It can recognize and smell that scent easily.

He immediately took off his boxer, making Oliver close his eyes immediately. It was unable to see the object directly in such an upright position.

Darrel also took down a thin triangular cloth that covered the hole of the world's paradise he was about to touch. Up to two coverings sprawled on the floor.

He opened two thighs of his lover, and plastered groin that has never been seen by any man. Darrel smiled, he could not bear to immediately fuse.

"I'm ashamed!" exclaim Oliver while closing*********** with one hand.

"You are so amazing, dear.." sizzle Darrel put away his lover's hand and took him by the side of his head to join each other.

So he kissed his wife's lips again, giving a sensation of relaxation, so that Oliver would not be more sick as he put their bodies together.

The manhood stick to the outside of the hole. The shoots had difficulty entering the hole. One hit, two hits didn't make it in. It took more effort to break the sacred membrane of his lover. Then he helped with one hand, until finally managed to enter two inches in it.

Oliver's expression was getting worse. The moans are getting more unstoppable. Making Darrel smile faintly and more excited.

A few seconds later, the two bodies managed to fuse with great difficulty. Long moans rang out from two lips that were already the same - similarly burning desire. They let that first pleasure sit for a while.

Darrel began to move, moving forward down his waist, with a slow tempo, soft and regular. The sense of cave that he entered without safety was very soft, narrow and very clamping his weapon.

This is the first time for her boyfriend. He didn't want to give Oliver the pain and trauma. He doesn't want to play rough, and has a lot of style. Pretty normal style origin long duration.

Time continued to turn, thirty minutes had the two core bodies fused together. Oliver felt a delicious sensation but not yet felt that anything would explode.

First-time relationships for women, it's natural not to get a release, right?

"Darling, I can't stand it. He kept pushing to get out!" darrel's heavy voice reached Oliver's ears.

"Then... Ahhhh!" Oliver could not continue his words. Because Darrel suddenly pumped his body faster and deeper.

The faster Darrel pumps, the more tightly clutched one hand gets stronger. One more hand, gripping the edge of the pillow firmly.

Until a long sigh was heard from Darrel's lips. Roaring was so delicious the release this time. Because for the first time he was in contact without safety and also released it inside, spraying the womb of his lover with great force.

Panting after getting the release, Darrel gave a kiss all over Oliver's face. Thank you for the most wonderful experience he has never had before.

Back up straight, pulling his gun out of his lover's core. Looked down there's a red stain. The holy blood left traces on the white bed sheet. Smiling satisfied then lying next to Oliver who was still holding the pain.

"Thank you, honey!"

Oliver couldn't answer, he looked so limp. Then she looked at the lover beside her.

"What if I'm pregnant, honey?" ask Oliver then.

"Well, I'll have a little Darrel, like Michael!" replied Darrel smiling.

"You're not leaving us, are you?" ask Oliver to worry.

"Of course not, honey! I'll take you to France after we get married!" answer Darrel sure. "No engagement is needed. We'll tie the sacred promise in front of the priest!"

Such a promising and convincing word. Oliver smiled happily. Hope this moment is the beginning of their happiness.

Darrel inched, pulling that bloody slender body into an embrace.

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