My Wife's Nurse

Midnight

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Time showed at 02:00 in the morning, Humaira woke up because her stomach was hungry, how surprised Humaira when she saw the wall clock. He slept that long with a rumbling stomach. He turned his head next to her and the invisible Son was there, then Humaira circulated a glance around the bedroom, faintly visible on the corner table near the window Son was struggling with his Laptop.

"Middle of the night it's still work.." Humaira muttered softly.

Humaira got up and stepped closer to her husband, in the middle of the road she realized, not wearing anything at this time, immediately she stepped into her walk in closet, to choose a nightgown.

"Darling... You haven't slept?" Humaira rubbed her still sleepy eyes, and sat on the young man's lap.

"There's a file that I have to check, before we go on our honeymoon all must be prepared first, let's not deviate dear" Son stopped his activity, then turned off the laptop, then turned off the laptop, twisting Humaira's beautiful fragrant body to face her.

"You smell good..." The son enjoyed the scent of his wife's body by hugging tightly.

kriuukk....

kriuukk...

There was a rumbling stomach sound, Humaira looked down in shame.

"I'm hungry..." Humaira grinned while scratching her head that did not itch at all. The son laughed amusedly at the embarrassment his wife was ashamed of.

" What do you want to eat?"

"Indomie boiled egg pack use sambel pake sliced mustard same tomato, mmmmm.. nyummi !!" Humaira mentioned the menu while imagining the enjoyment of it.

"Aren't you going to continue that one?" Son's naughty hands again touched Humaira's soft, while kissing the nape of his wife

"Darling.." the soft voice made the Son lusted. The two lovebirds are friendly and drowned in a passionate love, both drifting and shedding feelings for each other, Humaira sincere if tonight the Son takes his rights as a husband. I don't know where the hunger was evaporating, which is clear inwardly the girl also wants her.

"Darling.I started yes.." The son asked his wife's mental readiness.

"I'm scared...." It looks like Humaira is shivering with fear down there.

"Believe me. I will not play rough.you are my wife, I will take care of you" Son felt sorry, if Humaira refused tonight then the Son will be patient first, he said, waiting for the right moment for them.

"All right.." Humaira closed her eyes, fear engulfing her heart. Humaira's reply was like a green light to the Son, he smiled gently, then the Son kissed his wife's head.

"You sure?" The son was still hesitant to see his wife's body trembling in fear making him unbearable.

Humaira just nodded her head, not daring to stare at her husband's beautiful bead, every gaze of the eyes of the Son as if becoming opium, as if, his little heart said that he wanted to have his whole and did not want to let go of the man, it sounded selfish indeed but that was the feeling that raged in the heart. Humaira finally fell in love with the Son, the saying that says do not know then do not love, do not love then not love, as it is right if it is pinned to these two couples, this is not true, but for Humaira's feelings alone, different from the Son who had fallen in love at first sight. Now she has managed to conquer her hard heart of the girl, and make her bend her knees.

"Thank you dear.." A warm kiss landed on the top of Humaira's head, making her smile meaningfully.

Slowly and surely the weapon traced its nest, Humaira grimaced occasionally in pain, and occasionally complained. But the Son was patient and soft-touched. That night they performed their first worship, the Son took his due in a sweet and gentle way, making Humaira relaxed and comfortable, all flowing by itself, when he finished, the Son gently kissed his wife's lips.

"Honey.thank you for all" said Putra while wiping the sweat drenched on the woman's forehead. Humaira smiled happily at how the Son treated himself gently and lovingly.

"Yes dear.I am also, sorry I was so crybaby" Humaira looked down embarrassed, considering their game had stopped several times waiting for Humaira's condition to stabilize again, because of the pain she cried, because of the pain she cried, The savvy son stopped the game and hugged his wife warmly, inciting and indulging her little wife.

"Yes dear... Mmmmuuacchhh" her forehead gets a warm kiss. The two then embraced warmly, and unwinded, but arrived....

Krriuuukkk..

Humaira was embarrassed, her stomach was rumbling thrashing wanted to be filled, the two hands of the woman holding her stomach hope that the Son did not hear her, but it was wrong, the Son heard the voice, the son, he smiled because the sound of his wife's stomach was quite large.

" I'm hungry again." honestly rather than shy is better, Humaira thought.

"We're going to the kitchen!" The son rose from his sleep.

" Okey" Humaira follows her, however...

"Law....." Humaira sat back, her sensitive area sore while walking.

"It hurts baby.. Here I'm carrying!"

Humaira could only nod, it hurt so much, when she got out of bed, there were blood spots on the white bed sheet. The son looked at her, and looked at the girl proudly, having already managed to have Humaira completely. Humaira resigned, when her husband carried her affectionately, they headed to the bathroom, to clean clean first, then put on their own clothes.And stepped into the kitchen. Remain Humaira in the arms affectionately by the Son, seen he also enjoyed that special moment, it feels as good as possible.

"Darling, there is no indomie! looks like it's over!" The son checked the cupboard where the food storage.

"Oh yeah, we eat what's there"

"This is my mom's rendang in the refrigerator, my mom froze it in the frezer, we heat this first." said Putra as he grabbed the food box, then Humaira heated the rendang, then Humaira heated the rendang, not long after the meal was ready. They eat voraciously after midnight exercise.

"Darling. abis this again yeah..."

"About? what else?"

"Ena's ena.." The son grinned, while gnawing at his cute pretentious eyes.

"What????"

"May ya..."

"So this is the ena practice that you discussed from kenaren?!"

"He he he... You're slow yeah, ginian trouble!" Son taunting

"Have a son.you only use the term which I know..."

"Yes.sorry, I think it's funny if you use that term.maybe baby.I want again..." said the Son while putting both hands in front of the chest.

"May but slow down yeah..."

"It can be arranged.." Sumringah direct the Son

"Huh that's what he wants you to do"

"But you want to too, right?"

"Ih. you are.."Humaira hit her husband's arm slowly.

That night after eating, they chatted for a while, and shortly after who had started, they did again the hot activity, many times until both of them fell into a deep sleep.

hayoooo who's baper with their first delayed night...

seriate...