About the Heart

Season Two Love Dion and Rosa

Hi, loyal reader About Heart! Aldekha Depe returns for season two. Do you want to read it, hm? Thank you for missing Dion and his angel heart. Don't forget likes, comments and votes, yes!

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The room nuanced pink and white color is now a witness to two people who swept mute in the depth of a taste. Me and my angelic heart-loving are glued to the tender loving gaze. Here, our bridal room. As if a married couple were going through the first night, we were stroked by the whirring of feelings that befriended the soaring heartbeat.

"This is the first night of the second season of our love journey, dear?" ask me without letting go of the black bead of my heart's owner.

Dion put his fingers on my chest. "Is there a vibration here that is targeting? Just like my race is imprinted here," he pointed then at the chest that was still hiding behind his white shirt.

"Not just in the chest, but my whole body feels like making a sound, yearning for you to fondle so hotly," my god is very naughty.

Tonight, somehow Rosa who is always being chased is very wild and bad. Without hesitation seduce with shamelessness. Putting aside the status of an honorable woman in order to ensnare a man who is now legally a husband. Not just a series couple but also official.

Dion put his face close to my face that was sweet on his lap. "Is this enough?" tanyanya while tasting very gently my chewy object that is pink.

"Again" I whined as I wrapped both arms around the back of her neck.

Instead of satisfying my desires, Dion justifies the strands of hair that play on my face. To block the kiss that will return it to the same place as before. Not yet let go of the gaze, he pulled my waist to get closer to his body.

Without warning she pulled my nape while sipping feelingly. Two folds of my lips began to open the katub and let his tongue guerrilla search for the link so as not to fight alone. The game started so hot. Is it getting more violent?"

Our breath that was panting, increasingly discouraging the turmoil to play non-stop. Passion is like being wounded and only the same wound will be able to treat it. Yes ... This game must be continued if you do not want to be attacked by a solution alone without friends.

The rush of desire that comes with the army of bastards continues to thrash for pampering. Sweep for the sake of softness that turns to be full of demands to be warmed and continued with groans that require completion.

Every inch of unceasing facial water in the caresses with kisses is increasingly revealing feelings. The increasingly spurred urgency makes me unable to resist waiting for him who indulges. My initiative to begin my attack with a seductive whisper in his ear.

"Darling, why are you not as bad as usual? I miss."

My hand started grabbing the button of his topmost shirt. Not yet fully open, a knock on the door interfered with my rogue mission. I don't ignore it, but the disturbance is deafening. My rough breathing was met with a smile by Dion. I also chose to shuffle from her soft thighs.

A kiss he touched on my perfectly pursed lips. "Let's continue."

In the shackles of annoyance, I followed Dion to the door. My clothes that had been messy I had tidied up. My grunts were roaring even more when I saw the figure behind the door.

"Mas Ren, what the hell? Indulge your Mayuh, why bother us who are again spoiled?" I say without shame.

"Look, Honey! Rosa was already addicted to Dion's game," Mas Rendra's tease was in harmony with her laughter which also came out of Maya's mouth which was beside her.

"My husband was too perfect for me to ignore on the first night" I showed off as I hugged Dion from behind. Gender the head on the back of his field.

"What's wrong?" dion asked calmly without being bothered by my grumbling to his cousin.

"There's nothing, anyway. Intentionally bothering you. And it worked," said Mas Rendra who sounded really annoying in my ear.

"If you need to send a letter, yes. Put it under the door," Dion's timpal shut the door immediately.

Still with a perfect smile, Dion twisted his body. His tall body held me in an embrace. Warm and makes me not want to be taken off.

"Mas," called me softly along with a re-sounding knock.

"Mas," called me secondly to ask her to ignore the bully I read was the same creature.

"Hm," she replied very casually.

"Not open!" my door again coincides with the pounding on the door.

He pinched my nose with a squash. "Night is long, dear. Not tonight, there's still thousands of the next night. Every breath I take is near you. Bless you with all my perfection."

He let go of his embrace and rubbed my cheeks. A sweet kiss did not escape his lips. A small touch before he chose to reopen the door. A man who had declared himself our eldest brother, stood up with a sinless smile.

"You're following the challenge? Disturb the bride's night," I said without a ba-bi-bu.

"This is for you!" said Mr. Aryan while offering a glass of drink that smells like herbal medicine.

"Special banquet from Aryan for newlyweds. Let me spit it out called uncle," he chanted with a wink in his eyes.

Dion and I looked at each other. Like being a guinea pig, we were put together by telepathy to work back. Our compact eyes squinted, then fixed on one point, dear Brother Aryan.

"Abang," I said in a voice.

Mr. Aryan frowned. Confused by my change of behavior. At first the ketus full of grunts becomes sweet but biting. "What do you want?" he asked as I took the potion glass and began to draw it closer to his lips.

"Cobain first, Bang! We don't want to be guinea pigs" I said, sticking a glass lip on her thin lips.

Mr. Aryan dodged. "If you want to be my opponent, without you forcing me I will drink it."

Mr. Aryan's sentence slightly ignited Dion's jealous abi. He pulled me away from the body of a man who was of no status. Brother but once dear, maybe it can name it. Or maybe even the brother who still keeps the baby. Ah .. It doesn't matter.

"Bring your drinks! I'm too powerful for Rosa. I think your drink suits you better" Dion ordered before closing the door.

I stared at the black bead belonging to my halal lover. A beam of jealousy that had previously shown the bias has now faded. Replacing with a very soothing shade. Gentleness is the magic of love from my true lover.

The linking of our eyes, plunged me into charm. As if attracted by the round of lines that brought me to a point in the distance there, its charm. It led us to approach each other, tied to a snare, a touch of passionate tenderness to something chewy on the chin.

The right angle of inclination makes it easier for us to fall together in a pleasure that starts from the desire to be tied together. Our chewy things approached each other and further eliminated the distance. Eyes begin to close and ...

Back to the sound of knocking.

"Shit!"