About the Heart

Season Three

The promise I made tonight is one I don't want to break anymore. I realized that all this time I had been shackled by a feeling that I should have left long ago. The ex is a memory. It must be forcibly forgotten even though Dion asks to let go by himself. I'm not him. Afraid of me if I spend too long for someone who doesn't deserve to keep thinking.

I am a wife, and I must belong entirely to my husband. Including the story I had to throw away and completely replace with him. Mas Rud is beautiful, but Dion is more beautiful. He who made me right did not leave me. My husband is the antidote to the wounds that Mas Rud created.

"Ready?" ask me with a seductive smile.

"Hm ... what?" the murmur then continued with the question behind Dion.

"Good coercion" my god again.

"Sorry," said Dion, turning back the words I said when he teased me to force the good.

Like an event of revenge, but it does not end in bloodshed but a sense of shedding labeled love completely. Season three will feel like the first season because of the promise of a heart that has been imprinted.

"I can't hear a word of rejection, Mas" I said as I began to position myself as close to him as possible.

"Then what should I do?" ask Dion with ease.

My heart is beating so hard, I ignored it. "You enjoyed it enough, honey. Let me be the bad one."

"Since when have you been naughty?" seductive Dion held my chin with one hand.

I didn't answer the sentence either. The chin that he had reached with both fingers was getting closer to his chin. Trim the distance and link my two lips with her which can give a seductive sensual sensation. Without hesitation I closed my eyes and mischievously as I said I traced every side of it to the connoisseur of bir*hi.

Either get shrewd since when, but this time I feel if I'm not like me. Rosa who used to be guided and directed is now a guide. As if infiltrated by the perverted genie of an Emperor Hanz, I was like being brought into the world of the reincarnation of Ruby love.

Dion, who was initially quiet and let me master the game, began to be brought into an atmosphere that further increased the turmoil. Our lips are getting wet, in the direction of the breath that begins to sting. I let go of my link and looked at him with a roar of breath still racing. We who are both already covered n*fsu back to each other and drown in a touch that is increasingly intoxicating.

"Yang ..." call me in a spoiled des*han because it has fallen in the embers that continue to go towards season three.

"What did you start with, but I'll keep you in control" said Dion, who sounded sexy in my ear. Her warm breath swept over my vulnerable earlobe with a touch.

Dion flipped over my body that originally covered his body. He changed me under his guard. The t-shirt that wrapped his body he let go and scattered just like that. The upper body is dazzling. The sexiness stroke on his abdomen is supported by his field chest also in harmony with his stocky shoulders. It really makes me unable to resist the saliva that began to be overproduced.

"The lust with the husband's body is halal, Yang," she explained with a seductive smile as we paused the kiss and prepared for the next session.

"Why can't I be naughty in front of you?" sebalku in question while playing my index finger on the chest and around her beautiful curled stomach.

"Because I'm more mischievous and you're a victim of my mischief, first and forever," Dion said in an increasingly seductive voice.

"It's just that I'm wearing this sexy shirt, seductive intent but I'm the one who's tempted" I muttered.

"You, naughty," I pinched next after making her smile with my unexpected kiss.

"You think, ten years with you I didn't strengthen my faith not to be tempted to touch you. Your dress style that likes to wear a short skirt when out or hotpants when I play at your house, does it not test my faith? I'm a normal guy, honey" he explained, reminiscent of my habit of looking indifferent.

The smile I showed him. Feeling stuck with the words that speak the facts. Like other women, I also always follow the booming trend of clothing. Fashion victim, that's how I call myself.

"But, don't expect now that I'm letting you wear clothes like that. Except in front of me, you don't have to get dressed," he said, increasing the level of intimacy.

"Do I need to take off my clothes now?" godaku followed the flow of his conversation.

"Don't rush! The night was still so long" he refused, piled up his palm on my hand ready to open the hook on my short nightshirt.

"Am I not flirting with your faith anymore?" it was my grumbling that Dion rejected.

"You're teasing me more, honey. It's just that I can touch you whenever I want. That's why I don't want to waste my time chatting with you. Speaking from heart to heart, this is your replacement for me yesterday" Dion said, beginning to touch his lips on the span of my neck that was plastered without obstructions.

I let both my hands free on my side. Gently, Dion went down my upper arm, played a little mischievous and slipped his fingers between my fingers. Without even a second to let go of his thick and thick lip play every inch of my neck. Tracing his sincerity and several times leaving a trace of love there.

"Tomorrow I work, enough of your red mark," I remembered with a breath that began to hunt.

"Let everyone know my antics*nan, dear," Dion explained with a mischievous smile.

Again, he went back to exploring on that smooth road. Walking increasingly shakes the corner of my passion. Meet twins who are ready to pamper or even spoiled by his shrewdness. Start playing there by softening the touch on the uneven part. Keep rising to reach the summit point which is the most sensitive side. Twisting and sometimes biting a little to add sensation. What an intoxicating game.

"Are you ready for junior Dion?" dion asked ambiguously as soon as he kissed my queen's stomach. Getting naughty by occasionally lowering her kisses to near the most dangerous point down there.

His touch made me not realize when the thread was breaking away from my body. The apparent innocence before Dion embarrassed me and tried to cover it with my hand but I forgot that my hand was also under his control. I turned my face away, ashamed to see his eyes freely exploring my entire body.

"Are you still shy, honey?" his god returned to playing with my lips and twisted my taste senses beautifully.

Slowly he let go of his touch there and started playing with my body down there. Smooth the journey that will be traversed by something agile. Toying the tongue with gentle movements, sucking and sometimes testing its length. Seconds changed and his movements became more complicated. Fusing two warm liquids that will develop into a junior Dion who has a charming charisma.

The soft melt that flows and flattenes the entire body, relaxing the once mighty energy like a lion ready to devour its prey. Throwing together in bed with satisfaction that is difficult to describe.

"Thank you, sweetheart. This is the most beautiful feeling you give. I've always loved you" she said gently, hugging me and kissing me repeatedly."

I greeted her with a smile of pride. That this time I made him pure happy, as my Dion without the shadow of another man. "I also love you more, deeper and deeper."