Prince Cinta Beda Religious

Hold back

"Mas, someone's really gonna talk about it." Drying Prince's hair with a small towel.

"About what?" He pulled Isma's body into his lap.

They sat on the bedside, with Isma sitting in Prince's lap leaning her head against Prince's neck.

Prince's hand never stopped stroking Isma's stomach. Giving a sense of comfort to Isma who has begun to feel wrong with the feeling of increasingly strange days felt in her stomach.

"Is this comfortable?" He was exorcising Isma's stomach nonstop.

"Very comfortable. Adek likes." He said while closing his eyes.

"Talk now, or tomorrow." Prince asked heartily so as not to offend Isma.

"Actually he wants it now." Hugging the spoiled Prince.

"Then?" Slowly leading Isma's heavy body to lie comfortably on Prince's chest.

"Adek tired. It's not very comfortable here." Put Prince's hand on his stomach.

"What can you do to be comfortable?" Sitting next to Isma pulled up the shirt that covered Isma's stomach.

"Hiksz. adek also does not know. But it feels so weird." Tilting his body back to Prince.

Prince was so worried, he again lay down hugging Isma's waist. Laying his head against Isma's neck and not forgetting to stroke Isma's stomach.

"Whoop a blanket?" Pulling blanket.

"No need. Hot belly." His protest.

Prince pulled the blanket back. Then he undressed Isma on his stomach to show the bulge of Isma's stomach which became the third place of their hearts.

"You're compressed?" Ask Prince.

"Hm emm." Stretched his body.

"What's Prince for?" Ask Teh Fitri who is going to be kedapur to take a drink.

"Isma felt heat on her stomach. So, it's gonna be compressed he said." Obviously Prince.

Fitri smiled happily, then Prince returned to the room leaving Fitri who was staring at Prince.

"O Allah, always take care of them. Set their hearts on loving each other under any circumstances." Said Fitri praying.

Prince was already in the room, he started compressing the surface of Isma's stomach. At first Isma felt comfortable, but it was only for five minutes.

"Seconds don't want to be compressed. Adek wants to hug Mas.." The whine is spoiled.

Soon Prince hugged Isma's body tightly. Then Prince chanted a verse on juz 30. Sure enough, Isma managed to feel comfortable and fall asleep in her husband's arms. But, the problem was now, Prince was feeling uneasy. Something's stuck down there.

"Geez, what else is this. Not now huh, huuhh huhhh.." Trying to calm his irregular heartbeat.

Prince immediately ran to the bathroom. But he can't move. His arms became Isma's pillow. Moving a little will wake Isma up. Prince did not want to wake Isma who could finally feel comfort and could sleep well.

Slowly Prince's hand stroked Isma's hair, scattering the strands of hair that covered his wife's pretty face.

"What a pity also feels uncomfortable when there is no mas." Kiss Isma's forehead.

"I'm sorry, honey." Gently gazing at Isma's face full of longing and love.

"Aarggh.." He cried with frustration at what he felt down there.

Forced Prince to slowly pull his hand from Isma's head. But, Isma instead moved and raised his head to the son of Prince and wrapped his legs in the Prince's body. Until Prince could feel Isma's distended stomach meet with his stomach.

"Sleep, go to sleep." Said to himself.

Cold sweat began to flood in him. Prince tried to hold his desire as hard as possible. He did not want to disturb Isma's comfortable rest.

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