His Purpose
86. Longing and Passion [18+]

Maria fumbles on the mattress looking for her ringing phone. When we met, the name and photo of Gibran were floating there. The man made a video call. Maria turned her head to glance at the digital clock on the nightstand, still ten at night.

I don't know how long Maria slept. After Grandpa Roman returned he fell asleep as soon as he touched the mattress.

Maria shifted the button to receive the call. Instantly Gibran's glow up face filled the screen. He blinked I looked at the husband who was faintly smiling.

"Night, dear."

"Siang ..." said Mary in a sleepy voice.

Gibran chuckled looking back at his body which displayed the clear weather outside the window. He looked back at Mary who was now closing her eyes with regular breathing.

"I'm interrupting your sleep?"

Half conscious Maria shook her head. "Kangen ..." he wrote.

Gibran smiled faintly. "Martha says you've been running all day?"

It sounded from Mary's mouth. "No, kok. I'm just walking around, they're overkill."

"It's not excessive, but you have to be careful. Please don't repeat. Look, now you're exhausted."

Maria opened her eyes in annoyance. "Why did Koko even follow the nagging? I know I'm careless. No need to remind."

Gibran no longer speaks. Mary and her stubbornness, she knew it was futile to insist. Gibran's eyes then descended on the clothes Maria was wearing.

"You're wearing my shirt?" That's what caught Gibran's attention.

Maria, who was always sexy in her nightgown, now looks cute and hot behind the big shirt that drowned her body.

Mary muttered in response to Gibran's question. He pulls the bolster as a buffer phone, while his hand wriggles upwards trying to relax the muscles. It was then that Gibran saw the shadow of the top of Mary's chest clearly imprinted without a bra.

Gibran gulped. The center of his body twitched, even as his breathing began to weigh. He nodded for a moment, his face to the side. "You ... don't wear a bra?"

Shouldn't have to be asked.

"Hem .. engap."

Gibran turned, "Totally?"

"No. Just heavy it feels. I don't know, my chest has been hardening and hurting lately."

"Look at it."

"Ck, mode." Maria sneers.

"See. Unbutton it."

"No way."

"Open."

"Isa. Nah! Koko's gonna want to fuck around." Mary crossed arms preventing Gibran's view.

"I'll forgive whatever your fault is if you obey."

Mary's forehead wrinkled up thinking. "Serious shop?"

"Hm. It's not an affair."

"Who wants to cheat? How can I cheat if I can't just leave the house? It should be Koko here who should be suspected. It could be there Koko meets a beautiful woman and then get involved in a one night— relationship"

"Enough. Your words begin to bounce," Gibran said flatly. His face turned dark, it was certain that the man was upset.

"Continue sleeping. I'll call you tomorrow."

"E-Eh! Waitaminute! Koko woke me up and now wants to just close the call? Seriously?"

Gibran did not say, he just looked at Mary in silence. His mouth formed a straight line. This made Maria tick. "All right, I'm sorry. I believe Koko is not that low."

Still quiet.

"So angry, just like that" muttered Maria.

"You don't?"

Gibran raised one eyebrow until impressed arrogant. Oh, my God, that annoying expression that Maria always wanted to smash.

"Rooks. Okay, I am sorry. Please open." Gibran scratched his nose and casually checked something on the table. But in his heart he desperately held the ego.

Gibran couldn't believe he had just begged a woman to take off her shirt.

Mary smiled triumphantly. He began to open one by one button Gibran shirt until the remaining half. The position is sideways with a phone that has been slightly kept away. Intentionally, so that Gibran can more freely see. Mary clearly knew what Gibran wanted.

He pulled the shirt right on the chest, until the two twin hills were plastered in front of the screen. Gibran stared at the beautiful sight. Big, perfectly round and tight. Very challenging, plus the pink peak hardened as if inviting Gibran to stumble and devour it.

Unknowingly Gibran growled. "Simply."

Maria gladly complied with Gibran's will. He brought the camera closer to his chest that was deliberately puffed up. His lentic finger rubs slowly, twisting until occasionally clamping the top while hissing.

Gibran's face was red. His breath gasped with dark and sweet eyes. Many times the man gulped. Do not ask the fate of his pants are increasingly narrowed. Something inside it successfully tightens perfectly.

"Damn. It's too sexy," he sighed.

"Tuh, right, Koko became convinced. How about, dong ..." Maria is worried about herself. Poor to see frustrated Gibran too.

Unexpectedly the small temptation made Gibran's desire overflow. At first, he wanted to seduce Gibran. His intention was to get the man home quickly. But, if it comes to torturing Maria, it also becomes a fear of its own.

Gibran keeps the face away from the phone. The man appears to be leaning on the sofa. His eyes were clouded looking at Maria. "You must satisfy your husband, Plum."

"W-How can I? We're far apart."

Gibran looked at Mary straight, "Touch yourself."

"A-What? Koko's kidding."

"Marya, please ...! I am so zippy!"

"Tell who maksa? Suffering is it?" maria's frown was accompanied by nervousness.

"Please ... Oh, come on, Honey ..."

Gibran touched and slowly sorted something behind his pants. His eyes were sharp looking at Maria's eyes that were plastered on screen. "Enh ..."

"Coko, uh! Apaan, anyway! If anyone sees how?"

"Who?"

"Oh, yes ..."

Mary who heard Gibran sigh like that became ashamed of herself. There was that plywood guy.

Gibran's eyes were closed. His head looked up with his mouth open enjoying his own touch. Less satisfied, he also lowered his zipper issued the center of his body that stiffened perfectly.

His eyes again stared voraciously at the half-naked sight of Mary on the mobile phone. The woman glared at the realization of what Gibran was doing.

"Omo— Koko, you ..."

"Curp. Quickly sigh."

"But ..."

"Give me your sigh."

"Download your phone. I want to see the others."

Then Mary found something new. Groans, moans, and Gibran's growl showed how passionate the man was. Instead, Mary got carried away doing whatever Gibran ordered, including touching herself and putting her finger in an intimate gap she had never done before.

Maria enjoyed. Moreover, Gibran also seemed excited until the release came. Gibran's complacent roar ended their ridiculous activity. Maria was weakly rolled up on the bed, while Gibran was seen adjusting his breath before then grinning thinly, showing his hands wet with his own fluid.

It's insane! But Maria likes it. His longing seemed a little healed.

Mary bit a finger as Gibran showed her center of passion filled with white melts.

"Koko, your kids must have screamed because you just threw them away."

Suddenly, Gibran's loud laughter echoed for the first time. The man was so detached as if he had just come out of the dark room that had been strangling him all along.

Mary silently smiled. I don't know, but seeing Gibran slowly start to open the limit makes Maria relieved and happy.

That means there's a gap for Maria to get in, doesn't it?