Bojomu My spirit

Wet Dreams

Estimates of doctors abroad are likely in the second month after the operation, but it turns out that within a month the whipped bird managed to fertilize the egg of the rooster, the cockfighting woman is now pregnant, she said, containing the chick of the shaken bird with all its complexity.

Arya repeatedly peeked into the room, hoping Ajeng would accept her who had seduced her two days and two nights, but there was no response from the wife, such as holding a grudge, Ajeng shut himself from the reach of Arya, repeatedly refused, but in the heart of longing, just prestige.

"Dear, aren't you the same as me?"

Ajeng glanced at the door of the room that was half open, popping Arya's head half as well, but it was certain that the handsome face of his beloved young man did not decline the same sekai, Ajeng flicked his fingers, asked the husband to come closer, and asked him to come, patting the side of the bed to immediately slide nearby, Ajeng smiled as he blinked, the usually gloomy face of pregnant women, now bright as the sun, piercing through several layers of sky and cast roof.

"Dear, do you want to stick with me, our son, will we do the same papa?"

Ajeng. "Here, his son misses his father, Mas. His son's his father, isn't he?"

"Yes his father's son, Dear, kang pentol's son, did his Papa make!" Arya filed a protest, she rubbed her flat stomach, twisted and tickled thinly, making Ajeng chuckle while raising his batik negligee cloth, letting Arya enjoy her now smooth skin due to the joint care of Ratih's mom, not only the face is glowing, until the skin in the end also glows. "Well, what's he big, Dear?"

"Yesterday is still as big as a pea, but do not know anymore if it has grown. The papa wants a big spit?"

"Yes dong, if it's big, the Papa can do it again, I want to have a lot of children, Dear!" manyun while slightly kissing Ajeng's stomach, his wife's mood is good today, let Arya long be in his room, even to caress the stomach and kiss inside. "Big chips, Papa's son, if you're big and out, let Papa kidnap your Mama and make another child, make your sister!"

Arya pulled her hair, asked the young man to raise his face to the same level as Ajeng's face, without anyone knowing since when their lips fused, Arya was fascinated on the pregnant mother's face, Ajeng is more beautiful and luminous, his brown skin is shiny, making Arya's eyes misty and demanding more, Arya's pagutan deeper, demanding and continuing to press Ajeng, his hands have guerrilla everywhere, check the condition of the moisture of the body core that has been twitching.

"May I can slow down, Dear. Trust me, control is in my hands and I'm an expert, okay Dear!"

Ajeng bit his lower lip, he felt tormented and wanted to scream, the touch of his hands down there pierced and scrambled him until wet as well as flash flood, his whimpering voice sounded great, tracing and squeezing Aryan hair mercilessly, the turmoil was incredible.

"Maaas, Aj-ajeng is not strong!"

"Gue enter, slowly, Dear... Can you, Dear?"

Ajeng nodded, he lifted his head slightly, then returned Arya's kiss, his screams held back as Arya sank completely inside Ajeng.

Aaaahhh!

...

Madam Ratih ruffled her waist while shaking her head, early in the morning was made dizzy by Arya, her favorite sofa was wet, a lot of Aryan children were wasted there.