Girl Without Nasab & Ningrat Son

Still Continues

Presumably now Satria did not want to hold back anymore. Moreover, there was an urge down there that seemed to have stood up and was ready to enter his wife's heavenly cup. Meanwhile, Indi only knew that only half an hour had there been movement and pulsation that he slowly felt. Shocked? Of course, but Indi tried to think that maybe having a man is like that.

"Mas," Indi's voice.

However, not yet fully Indi finished talking there are Satria lips that devour Indi's lips, melu-matnya with hunting breath. So that the voice of Indi drowned in the lu-matan of her husband. Only Indi can do now is keep up with her husband. Find two lips that are both thirsty with thirst. The two lips were poking each other, clenching each other, sucking each other, so that time it all went very fast.

Although Indi was very breathless, but she tried to keep up with her husband. The weight of her husband's body which now overlaps her can be Indi's taste. The chest meets the chest, as if sending its own gelenyar and the body temperature is slowly increased drastically.

Also, Indi's moving hand gives a squeeze in strands after strands of black hair of her husband. Indeed, even Indi did not think that the atmosphere would become hot this fast. Even with Satria who seemed to give no mercy at all. He moved following his instincts. Although passionate, but Satria wants to show that desire and excitement when making love is also passionate. Especially when there is no rejection from Indi, making Satria dare to move so freely.

"Mas Satria ...."

His eyes closed, his hands clutching Satria's back. It feels so immeasurable. Just as awesome as the half hour.

"Darling ...."

Satria. The man was also very upset. It feels really terrible. If it were a fire, it would have had an incredible level of heat. Satria pulled a bit of her face, her thumb rubbing slowly the folds of Indi's lips.

"We continue, but not here" said Satria.

The man slowly got off the bed, he reached out to Indi. However, Indi was confused where else her husband was going to take her. When Indi awoke with a blanket covering his body in front of his chest, Satria's hand moved and shed the blanket. So quickly, Satria held Indi like a koala. With such an intimate position and this close, Satria smiled, eyes ringing with eyes. Meanwhile, Indi who sometimes did not dare to meet her husband's netra.

"Give me a kiss," Satria pinta by keeping Indi in her arms.

"Mas," said Indi so embarrassedly.

Not giving what Satria wanted, the man had already moved his lips. Indi smiled and slowly kissed her husband's lips. Enough with one kiss. However, Satria asked several times, until Indi kissed her husband's lips with an amused smile.

Satria now kissed Indi's lips again and her footsteps led her into the bathroom. There, Satria sat Indi near the sink first. Look at the big mirror there.

"Wait here, Yang," said Satria.

Indi was just confused nailing there. What her husband wants to do. Apparently, Satria filled the bath up first with water and a bath bomb. While waiting for the water to be full, there was a splash of water there and Satria again stood in front of Indi.

"It's really pretty" Satria praised by putting Indi's hair behind her ears.

"What the hell, Mas," Indi replied with a shy look.

"Seriously. Very beautiful, like if you are this beautiful, I want her to have a beautiful daughter like you," Satria replied.

Again, Indi smiled. "Oh, don't be like this. I'm ashamed, please put me down" Indi replied.

Satria nodded her head. He carried his hand on Indi's waist and lowered his wife. Next give a pause, both choose to clean the face and brush your teeth first. After that, Satria stood up and held Indi. The man smiled again looking at the appearance of the two from the large mirror before him.

"If I'm tired?" ask Indi.

"I'm a massage, just calm down .. Your husband will take care of everything" Satria replied.

Not stopping, Satria's hand had already moved mischievously and squeezed the two beautiful circles there. Satria could see his wife's expression from the reflection of the mirror before him. Oh, Satria was so happy to see it.

"Mas ... Satria."

Indi was powerless to squeal by turning face to face with Satria. Besides, Satria looked down. He put wet traces on his wife's neck. Incredibly it felt, Satria felt a terrible shock. At the same time, the water inside the bath is full. Satria paused her actions, and she then invited Indi to enter the bath up.

Not just sitting together but with heirlooms that have fully entered Indi. With Indi's position in the lap of her husband. That's really beautiful. Not nothing, Satria was already growling with the grip of the muscles there. Satria raised her face, enjoying Indi who moved following her instincts. Although the movement was random and also so soft, but very, very, and very melenakan for Satria.

"Gosh, Honey ... Honey," erang Satria.

Voices that touch each other. Full of beautiful, conditions will be beautiful de-san. It seems to bring its own rhythm.

Satria then gave instructions to Indi also sitting on his back, but with the heirloom still unsheathed in his nest. Satria groped and kissed Indi's pure white back. Wrapped in the wet sensation of water and the slippery of soap. Bringing up its own sensation.

"Mas ... Mas Satria."

Really, it's a crazier sensation for Indi. He felt everything as if it were an explosion after explosion inside him. Even with the hands of Satria who touched the curve for the sake of femininity there. So horrible. If you can be honest, both seem to suck the opium powder. Very beautiful and terrible.

Indi felt adrift in the storm. His eyes were closed very tightly. Babaan and often combined with her husband's embrace, with the pounding and asductive movements that just happen.

"Sa .. who!"

Satria again growled. At the last limit, Satria started to spur by moving her hips. Deeper. Be stronger. More powerful. There are no limits. There is only such an incredible grip.

Eventually, Satria exploded again. As if it sounded in his ears.

Yes, the buzz that made the man seem to lose his hearing for a while and his body trembled violently. Satria felt an even more terrifying sensation now.

Crushed.

Fling up.

Ruptured.

Everything Satria felt by clutching Indi's body so tightly. While Indi himself felt there was a spill in there in the impression of warm and wet. Not only Satria, Indi also felt something foreign in the form of a unified fluid. Yes, united as he and Satria are now.