BEAUTIFUL REUNION IN TWO
123. Hypnosis Expert
"Mi, the three cameras have been recording. Do not record chase and coercion scenes. Mommy got on the bed alone or Daddy threw it?" threaten Bimasena, smile cunningly at him.
"No way," he refused.
He dreams of cin ta in a comfortable and peaceful atmosphere. The dream should now be realized, because it is not burdened with the shadow of sin anymore. But how can it be comfortable if he is peered on camera?
"Well if you don't." Suddenly his body was lifted up by Bimasena. Prepare to throw it.
"Dad jangaaaan!" she closed her eyes, ready to be thrown by her husband into bed.
What happened was not a threat. Bimasena just carried it and placed it slowly on the bed, then kissed it on his forehead gently.
"My dear" whispered Bimasena after kissing her.
Isn't her husband very sweet?
Suppose there were no three lecherous cameras pointing at her, she would gladly serve her husband. He can appear more attractive and domineering as his plan.
"Open this up?" Bimasena asked permission to open her torn nightgown on one of the straps.
Since when does her husband know manners in this matter? Usually Bimasena play libas only.
"No way!" he shook.
"Why baby?"
"Shame." He pointed at the camera with his chin.
"Turn off the camera!" her orders, like a queen.
"The camera should not be turned off. If we're embarrassed, we'll play in the blanket, okay?" bargain her husband, caressing his cheeks gently.
That's a good idea. Despite being highlighted by the camera he has nothing to be ashamed of. Because the cin ta in the blanket, the scene and body of the gil bu will not be recorded on camera.
He also nodded while smiling.
Playing in a blanket was a middle ground for both of them. The camera stays on as her husband wishes and she has nothing to be ashamed of, as the camera only documents moving blankets and a rocking bed.
Bimasena pulled the blanket, covering both of their bodies to the head. Started to tickle her with a kiss. A stinging kiss is like a wax melt hitting the skin. Makes his body hot and cold. Leaving traces.
It turns out that making out in the blanket has its own sensation. Especially this time her husband was very gentle and polite.
"Open up?" bimasena asked for permission before pulling her nightgown down.
No longer seemed the man's desire. The bimasena is so calm and delicate that it taps and caresses it.
Make her a queen who is served without the need to serve.
He did not understand how the man controlled desire. Though before the man's eyes had darkened desire.
The breath was mixed in the blanket. She wriggled, mende legitimately and raved indistinctly as her husband crept wild.
But it turns out that her husband is not just a handsome actor who plays very sweetly. Bimasena is a shrewd director and full of surprises.
Her husband's brain system is always unexpected.
The plot of their blue film was already planned and went according to Bimasena's plan. Playing in a blanket is just a trick of the director.
At first it was so sweet, wooing and peppering it inside the blanket.
After he caught fire, Bimasena suddenly grabbed the blanket and threw it on the floor. So the three cameras cheered happily recording them, quenching the thirst of curiosity.
But late. Such an overflowing desire pressed down on his nerves and brain. The brain works very slowly. It makes him unable to think clearly anymore.
He was already burned and drunk by the turmoil of passion. The lines of desire to be satisfied were clearly drawn on his face. Never mind being highlighted by the camera, in the shot of Barrett M82 a sniper rifle he does not care anymore.
His current desire is only one .. gets a perfect release.
She's a sloppy woman who forgets politeness. That's what it's like to have a partner of a hypnotist. Attacking in the subconscious.
From a queen lying sweetly in a blanket, turned into a slave who serves all her husband's fantasies. Three cameras too.
Merely hoping to get an end to the struggle at the peak of pleasure.
He was so hungry and longing for an intoxicating touch. It is the jasmine that waits for the bee to sip it.
The road to the top is long and long. It was as if the bee was deliberately tormenting him in pleasure. Until the moment where his back was curved, his lips groaned.
Waves of victory presented her husband along with a flood of sweat.
Perfect.
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It was so hard to open my eyes. Feeling that his sleep was not enough to rest a tired body, after being the mount of a man he called Dad, since the sun was still stinging until the sun went into hiding.
But once he had a baby who had to be fed breast MILK, his eyes were forced to open wide. So surprised he saw the dark window and wall clock, where the short needle shows the number ten. How long has she not been breastfeeding her baby?
Then where was the man called the husband who had been sleeping beside him?
He soon woke up from his sleep, but he had not yet gotten out of bed, his eyes saw a beautiful sight on the sofa.
Her husband, Bimasena, was giving bottle milk to baby Glor who was put to sleep on the couch. While rubbing the baby's plump thighs.
She slowly lay back down, so that her husband would not notice when he woke up.
Not that I don't want to breastfeed baby Glor. But she was so happy to see her husband trying to put Glor to sleep. Trying to do it yourself, without disturbing himself who is resting. This task can be done by a baby sitter.
Very interesting spectacle. Seeing how affection radiated from the look in her husband's eyes to Glor. How patiently trying to put Glor to sleep half-heartedly drinking milk bottle and reluctant to sleep.
After being satisfied with his spectacle entitled a good and sweet husband, he woke up from his sleep.
"Daddy ate?" she asked, walking over to Glor and her husband.
Bimasena smiled at him, putting his index finger in front of his lips which meant no noise. Glor's eyes seemed to have been closed.
"It has. Hungry earlier. But I can't stand Mommy. Mommy eat first. Daddy's looking after Glor" said her husband in a slow tone.
The small attention on the basis of the care given by her husband made her feel as if many small butterflies were gathering and tickling her stomach. It is a favorite aroma that becomes opium.
How could he be hungry? When it comes to its energy source.
Seeing the beautiful face of a man who is putting a baby to sleep, is a very delicious food for him.
Instead of foraging, she sat her body on her husband's thigh. It is between Bimasena and Glor.
"Not hungry, Mi?" ask her husband, wrap his arms around her waist.
"No," he shook his head. Smile at her husband.
"Again?" naughty questions came from her husband's mouth. Makes his mouth round.
Through a wild afternoon as a husband and wife for the first time, making his body pierced by two arrows at once. The arrow of contentment and the arrow of happiness.
But her body was not as strong as her husband. The eberginya has drained. Until he shook his head. "Capek, Dad," his whine spoiled.
She only realized, the way she sat and her half-open clothes, revived her husband's passion. So that he must escape immediately before being attacked by a lion that is never full despite eating.
"Dad, hungry. I'll eat first." Without waiting for her husband's answer, she hurriedly left her husband's lap. Though he was used to not eating dinner to keep the body slim.
After dinner with the dishes served in the dining room, cleaning the body in the bridal bathroom, he returned to the next room.
Glor was already sleeping on the bed, while Bimasena was sitting on a long sofa, watching TV with both legs stretched out on the sofa.
"Dad, tonight we rest first yes, tired," she said approaching her husband. It is better that she precede delivering, rather than refusing if her husband asks.
Bimasena just chuckled at him, reaching out to him. She welcomed her husband's hand and sat back on his lap and leaned on his chest.
"Racid?" ask Bimasena to change the TV channel using the remote control.
"Yes, Dad," he replied.
"OKAY. If so, let's watch it" said Bimasena.
He also felt relieved, because he felt the remaining energy in his body was almost exhausted.
"Well you see what, Mi?" ask husband.
"Whatever, Dad."
"Movies or news ?"
"Whatever."
"We're watching a movie" her husband said.
"Indonesia or the west?" ask her husband back.
"Whatever."
Isn't she a obedient wife?
"Alright, Indonesia," said her husband. Back to remote control.
But her eyes widened as soon as she saw the Indonesian film her husband meant. Because the film shows a blanket moving on the bed.
The bed and blanket he knew.
"Bim, stop Bim. Turn off TV!" panicked shouting.
She tried to get the remote control from her husband. Her husband hid the remote control under her body. It even prevented him from getting up shutting down the TV by hugging it very tightly. Forcing her to watch movies on a TV screen.
"Biiiim, shut it!" She tried to escape from her husband's embrace. But her husband had locked onto her movements while heartily laughing at her.
He had to turn off the TV.
Before the creature that wrestled under the covers inside the TV, came out of hiding.
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