My servant, Asha

Favorite massage

Apparently what the instructor meant for the husband's favorite massage was a breast massage. Breast massage during pregnancy also provides many benefits, such as improving blood circulation in the breast, reducing discomfort during pregnancy, helping to relieve breast swelling, unclogging the mammary glands, relaxing, tightening the breasts, and, reduce scars and stretch marks, even to detect lumps in the breast.

"It turns out there is a time for fun for the husband," said Arga with a happy smile. It's like a bonus after devoting yourself to a beloved wife.

"Emesum," taunted Asha as she pursed her lips.

"Nothing dong, pervert to his own wife only. It's even mandatory. Let the husband and wife relationship last." Arga defended himself. Asha smiled because it was true.

The husband is allowed to massage from behind. With a circular motion, the husband massages the wife's breasts gently and slowly.

"Massaging with love, yes... That's fun, you know..." This instructor is so great as driving a child. Everyone did what the instructor told them to do with passion.

"Yes...!!" the husbands answered almost simultaneously. Also true. Not just Arga, all husbands smile while massaging.

"This class is fun" said Arga in another sense. This man was really massaging with all his heart. Until sometimes make his wife move fretfully.

"Ga...," call Asha upset. The term dear is no more. Arga was playing with her breasts. "Don't mess around" whispered Asha as she turned to the side and glared.

"I've never messed with this mound. From normal size to enlarged and looks this delicious... I've always been serious about this mound" replied Arga softly with a smile. Asha only snorted at the reason of the husband. Suddenly Arga brought the face to his wife's ears.

"You're too clingy" Asha protested.

"I love you.." whispered Arga Manik Asha's eyes rounded in surprise. That shitty nuance changed. It soon turned beautiful. A moment later Asha's lips smiled while looking down. Shaking his head felt astonished by himself. Her husband's words made her forget her attitude earlier.

"We may have just gotten married, but I hope our domestic life continues like this in the future. It continues like just getting married. Even if there is a storm that makes us disagree I hope to be resolved easily without fighting." Arga's voice was so slow that it could not be heard by others. Only wife.

"Thank you" said Asha. "I'm so grateful, not only am I praying like that, but you are too."

"The husband of the wife contains two people. So it is better for both to pray. If only one prayer is not answered, the other is still there. Moreover, both are granted... It's a gift to us."

"I'm so lucky to have your husband. Every day I give thanks to give a man like you as my companion," Asha said, turning to the side. Arga's massage stopped as his wife's eyes turned warm. "I love you too." said Asha. Arga looked at his wife closely.

"I want to kiss you here." Asha was shocked. Then look back ahead.

"Don't... That can't be. Many people," prevent Asha while still looking ahead. The Arga massage continues.

"The one down there is also a tense follow" whispered Arga again.

"Huh? Downstairs? What's the?" ask Asha confused. Her eyes blinked trying to decipher her husband's words. At that time Arga's hands stopped massaging again and brushed his wife's hair until it looked plain nape.

A lightning kiss on his nape, made Asha startled and conscious. Asha began to know and understand. Her husband wants to fuck. Arga massage also began to differ. Feels more like it. This guy was deliberately fishing for him. "Be aware dear.we are in prenatal class," whispered Asha reminded Arga.

"I'm still conscious, really. Just chill. Don't-don't .. This is my dear who is not calm. Did I manage to influence him?" Asha knew her husband was laughing little looking at her who was panicking. Asha closed her eyes for a moment. Her husband's guess is right. He was like Arga.

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Arga who had also taken a bath soon followed. He spilled his body right near his wife's distended stomach.

"Little sister, are you there? I'm coming to greet you." Arga's hand rubbed his wife's stomach.

At the age of Asha's pregnancy which began to step on eight months, Arga began to learn to invite babies to talk regularly. Apparently this can build an emotional bond between parents and fetuses.

After birth, babies who are accustomed to hearing the voice of their parents will feel calmer and not easily fussy every time the father or mother invites him to talk.

"here. I'm pointing out our son's movements." Asha grabbed Arga's hand and placed her husband's palm on her distended stomach. "There's movement?" asked Asha who looked at Arga looking confused. Maybe when the palm of her husband, the baby is reluctant to move.

Asha rubbed her stomach. Suddenly there was a fairly significant movement that made Arga surprised to laugh with excitement. The baby's movements also begin to become active. Sometimes Asha's stomach looks strangely shaped. Because the position changes to cause bulges on the stomach.

"really. He's moving around there. Baby's moving!" Arga looks amazed. Asha smiled with her husband's reaction.

"He's responding to us."

"My son .. Don't make your bundles nauseous and vomit again... Poor thing. Your mother cannot eat comfortably. Then when the time comes you will come out, quickly get out. Do not stay in the stomach. Your mother will also be in trouble. So you, mother and father .. let's fight together. Aya and mother love you." Arga kissed Asha's stomach after talking to her baby.

Unexpectedly, the baby in Asha's stomach was moving very actively. Maybe the voice from the father made him receive stimulation to be more active.

"Don't ignore me when our baby's born, huh?" Suddenly Arga sulks.

"Ehhh, why do you think so...?"

"That's possible. When your little one was born, she was definitely more adorable than me. It'll get all your attention for her."

"The baby is still in the womb has also been jealous. You are ..." Asha pinched her husband's nose with anxiety.

"I am a jealous man." Arga admitted proudly. "You don't know about that."

"Yes. I know very well. You are a very jealous man." Asha laughed a little. Arga, who was laying his head on his wife's thigh, was busy stroking the enlarged stomach. "I can't ignore you, baby... Although it is attention so focus to the baby, but you also need to pay attention. I know, you also need to be noticed like this because you are my big baby," Asha said as she stroked her husband's hair. His smile was on his lips. "I love this guy." Asha tucked her hair behind her ear as it fell forward just now.

Suddenly this man rose from his sleep and brought his face closer to his wife. "Eh, what?" ask Asha surprised.

"I love you more and more." Arga kissed his wife. "Tonight .. I want to blend in," pinta Arga with her misty eyes. A desire he had felt since. "Can?" ask Arga.

Asha nodded. There was no way she would refuse her husband's wishes. "Must be careful," recalls Asha. Arga mangosteen agrees. He is obliged to obey the rules for the sake of fulfilling his wishes, as well as for the safety of his wife's womb.

"Thank you..." Arga began ambushing his wife with kisses on her neck and shoulders. Arga will unite and complete the desire that has emerged since.

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