Chapter 134 Chapter 134

Chapter 134 Chapter 134
His hands remained focused on the bed, while his feet remained elevated. Shit. This is really awkward. What is going through Ismael's mind while he is doing this? He's gotten overly passionate about being a man of one word. I still regret urging him to act his age. I have to be careful what I say to him since he takes everything too seriously.
I watched and grinned as a peculiar emotion washed over me. I can't deny that I appreciate what he does with me more. I am ashamed to confess it, but I enjoy it.
"Ahhhh... Ismael... You are too deep. Ahhh..."
"Are you liking it?" he asked, invading my hot privates.
"I am... But isn't it too tiring?"
"I'm fine, baby." But I could hear his deep breathing in the middle of his speech. Even his loud groans indicate that he experiences a distinct type of delight.
I felt my flesh twitch. This is because I have had enough of his shovel. I am about to cum again. The taste makes me feel as if I'm about to die.
I gripped the cushion as my body stiffened, and the secretions from my hole disappeared. I quickly grew weak and fell down. I let Ismael do some thrusts until he came inside me.
It was really slippery, and he swiftly removed it from me. I simply bit my lip, closing my eyes in shame. I never imagined we could do it together. What else is there for me if we both marry? It appears that we will fulfill all of his wishes.
I lie down to breathe more easily, but I can't since Ismael licked the middle of my thighs. It's as if he's scraping my juice. Shit. I can't convey how high I'm feeling right now as a result of what we tasted. Nobody informed me how delicious heaven tastes in Europe. This is absurd, and I'm out of words to describe it. Children should not hear all the words that come to mind.
"Ismael..." I called him.
"Hmm?"
"Come here," I said. "I'll return the favor." I'm not sure where I found the courage to say that. It was like when he performed a miracle in his private pool in the penthouse. I can't believe I'm growing more comfortable revealing this side of myself to him.
I felt his breath on my femininity. "I'm not asking for it. Go ahead and sleep. I will clean you up. I know you're exhausted from the journey."
"But I want to do it. Come on, I want to suck yours too."
He laughed, as if unable to believe what I was saying. "Alright, my love." He kissed my forehead. Before, he sat close to my head. I put my head on his thighs. I lift my chin to gaze at him, and I can tell that he is now full of expectation. He can't deny that he wants it too.
His manhood salutes me as if it were attempting to be ingested. So, I did. As I engaged in hand-based business while attempting to perform a warm tongue play, I detected a twitch and throb in his cock within my mouth.
I simply continue doing what I am doing, which I must admit I enjoy slightly because I want to bring him joy. I stood up, adjusted the bows on his manhood, and worked him again. Up and down. Slow and quick. Completely full.
"Your teeth, love. Do not use your teeth. Open your mouth more," he said while adjusting my hair, which was getting in the way. I did what he requested and opened my mouth even more.
"Go faster, baby. Faster...Yes..."
I tried to pick up my pace, and now I can feel his hand on my head. Leading me to how he expected me to treat him. I could feel his tip against my throat. He's becoming longer, larger, and firmer. I clung to his thighs.
And then he exploded in my mouth, almost causing me to gag and cough. He was holding my head, as if he couldn't keep it together. When he let go, he kissed me and apologized repeatedly.
"It's fine, love. It doesn't hurt," I replied, moving up to his side to hug him. It's as if I'm no longer used to his job. He did the same with me in the pool. I'm feeling sleepy now. I have no more strength. It is all gone.
I felt him adjust me into his muscular arms. He then positioned the blanket to cover my naked body.
"Rest, my love," he replied, kissing my forehead.

I gently opened my eyes, and the first thing I noticed was his otherworldly attractive bare face. When he smiles at me, I quickly smile back.
"Are you awake yet?" I asked. I could not stop shivering in glee as I watched him.
"No, just a second before you woke up," he replied, reaching for my forehead and planting a beautiful kiss. "I dreamed about you, my love."
I smiled even more. "I dreamed about you too." I held him strongly. I can't express how I feel. My heart isn't racing as fast anymore. It is quite reassuring. I enjoy this quietness. It feels great.
"What time is it now, Ismael?" I whispered.
"Ten in the morning." I felt his hands wrap around my waist. Because we were both naked, his hard-working soldier kept banging into me. "I'm sorry about last night, baby," he said, alluding to what we did.