
Hello, how are you, my dearuhhhh?
Sorry yes, the Extra Part is a delay that should be dated 1 to 3.
Mamacii was patiently waiting.
Lope lope sekebun for you guys 🤭😍
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Hanna grabbed Evan's hair playing on his chest, then pushed his head away. The woman can never resist the tingling sensation if her husband kisses her on the chest.
“Why did you go alone without asking my permission? Do you think I'm not sad?” hanna asked as she clawed at the shoulder of her husband who was kissing her neck.
“I just don't want you guys to be sad if it turns out the doctor said I can't walk anymore.” With love Evan showered Hanna's face with a kiss. Starting from the forehead, moving to the face and down on the lips.
Occasionally he seemed to glance downwards, afraid that his body was piercing his wife's stomach which looked slightly enlarged.
“So if you ..” Hanna paused her speech with a sigh*breath as Evan kissed her shoulder. “If you can't walk anymore will you leave me?”
“Not so, Hanna.” Her hands re-explored the body underneath, ranging from the waist to the neck, making Hanna close her eyes several times. “I'm not that bad.”
“You're not evil? After leaving me for three months, you still feel not evil? You are crazy!” He sighed again as Evan began to unify. “I will definitely ...”
Hanna had not yet finished her threatening sentence, had been silenced first by Evan with a kiss on the lips. Along with a very gentle movement at the bottom there, which made Hanna only able to squirm because Evan locked her body.
“What will?” asked Evan after removing the pagutan. Smile when their eyes meet.
Hanna put her hand around her husband's neck. “Kick your most valuable!”
“If you do, then you will not be able to get pleasure like now again.” While accelerating his movements that made Hanna even more crazy. Hanna's hand moved down and involuntarily clawed at her husband's back.
“Auh hurts!” ringis Evan felt a pain in his back.
“Feel! It's not worth the pain in my heart because you left.”
Evan chuckled at Hanna's words. The woman continued to nag with a voice mixed with sigh*breath.
Evan then buried his lips around his neck while speeding up the tempo. Until the moment everything felt floating, he stuck his precious objects deeper.
For a moment the two hugged each other with breaths. Evan kisses the right and left eyelids alternately.
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They are still lying under the blanket. No one had been wearing clothes after the hot activity a few minutes ago.
“Sister Willy says everything is fine.”
After being satisfied playing in the stomach, Evan laid his body parallel to Hanna. Until now they look at each other.
“Then how did you do yourself? I received a report that you vomit frequently.” Evan stroked the face of his wife who still looked a little tired. The kiss of love he buried again in the forehead.
Hanna hugged her husband spoiledly and made Evan's shoulder a pillow. “Only occasionally. Why is that so? I didn't experience anything like this when I was first pregnant.”
“Maybe it's a form of justice from God. You used to be alone and God molded you into a strong woman.”
“Then now?”
“You already have me as your leaning place. You can ask for whatever you want. Including to realize your extreme cravings plan.”
Hanna laughed a little. Look at her husband with love.
“Where are we going first?”
“Italy. Aren't you planning on spaghetti cravings that you buy right away in Italy?”
“Yes. Get ready Mr Rich Man, because Hanna Cabrera will spend your money!”
Hanna wrapped her hands around her husband's neck and fused their lips together. Deep and very soft.
Tok Tok Tok! There was a knock on the door that made the two lips separate.
Hanna and Evan flinched. Both were panicking. With a quick movement, Evan grabbed the clothes that were lying on the floor and gave them to Hanna. “Quick put on your shirt or Sky will ask what kind of punishment you have given to his daddy!”
They also wear clothes in a hurry.
Tok Tok Tok! The sound of knocking on the door was heard again and this time it was urgent to open.
“Mommy! Why punish her daddy so long?” sky sounded worried.
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