SIN (Lecturer Dear)
Chapter 49: Stop Thinking of Others, Other Than Me!
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When Darren's lips began to move gently above the surface of his lips, Karen immediately pushed slowly on the man's body so that their lip link was released. He looked down, as if he still refused to be intimate with her.
Darren again cupped his wife's face, looking at the silky netra. "Look at me! Fear not! It's me, your husband," he said gently.
Darren's face came closer. However, Karen was still trying to hold him back. Darren gave a small smile, taking Karen's two hands that were propped up in her chest. Hitting their fingers together, he again anchored his lips on Karen's legit lips. Fascinating him with tenderness and feeling. Wet those dry lips with small suction.
Darren slightly moved his eyes to look back at his wife.
"The bad experience you had tonight, I'll overwrite it with sweet and unforgettable memories. Because it ... stop thinking about anything else, other than me!" pinta Darren took the back of the woman's hand and kissed her feelingly.
Karen is still a statue. Whether tired all day or his voice runs out from crying a lot, he suddenly becomes a quiet figure even though he remains adorable in Darren's eyes.
Darren's lips crept back in between Karen's slightly open lips. The kiss this time was more lively and a little demanding. Making Karen feel that was like a chunk of ice, now melts like finding the sun in winter.
Slowly, the woman's lips began to move back to her husband's kiss. Darren gets even more excited by slipping one of his hands around Karen's neck to deepen their kiss. Keep clenching the sweet taste on her lips, giving sensual naughty bites, and also do not forget to stuff her warm tongue in the woman's oral cavity.
Karen patted Darren's chest, asking him to let go for a moment of sinking their lips. Darren stared question marklessly at Karen. The woman smiled shyly as she squeezed the end of the collar of the sweatshirt her husband wore.
"Ren, I'm not worried anymore" said Karen in a voice that almost whispered while staring at her husband. Just by looking at the look in the man's eyes, he could feel calmer.
"Everything will be fine. And it won't happen again!" darren.
A sincere smile was engraved on the lips of the two. Darren stroked his wife's cheek again, looking at her lovingly. From the cheek, the hand descended slowly towards the smooth shoulder of the porcelain tub and then moved down, opening the shirt the woman was wearing. The beautiful curves of his wife's body were instantly exposed before his eyes.
The man's burly arms crept into Karen's shoulders and behind her knees, carrying her to the bed. Karen's lips are like containing addictive substances, making it not bored to come back to hit it. Peeling it over and over, and grappling it alternately.
Karen groaned as the man's lips groped into her neck. Smoothes the skin. Sucking out all the surface of his chest. Sweep every inch of her sensitive body. Making his mind isolated instantly. The fear and worry that had lingered in his mind seemed to be forced out.
How could he resist the heaped pleasures that the man gave him?
Darren immediately took off all his clothes, following Karen who had been plain as a newborn. When their skin came into contact with each other without any obstructions, the warmth coming out from within each of those bodies blended together thus creating the desire to immediately fuse in one heartbeat.
Darren began to lead the contest carefully and as gently as possible. Karen just resigned, when the man entered his body without stopping and did not let him take over. Not only was his body filled, but his eyes, brain and mind were also only filled with that man. All her husband's warm treatment tonight, sufficed for her to remember nothing.
An hour later, Darren looked at Karen who had fallen asleep in her cage. Their romance did not take as long as usual. However, it is enough to restore a sense of security, comfort, calmness, and of course dissolve the emotions that had exploded between the two.
Darren picked up the phone, then called Chalvin. To his cousin, Darren tells about what Karen experienced. Chalvin feels guilty for letting Karen go home on her own.
"Sorry, Bray. It's all the wrong cave. Why did the cave let him go."
"I'm worried that this will happen again. Especially Karen tuh including rash people. I also realized that I could not always stay beside him" Darren said, tightening his hold on Karen who was sleeping.
"Just like the cave guarantees that the incident will not happen again. Home filming tomorrow, he directly inter cave. Even if he wants to stop by, the cave will accompany. The cave is ready to be the bodyguard" said Chalvin full of seriousness.
"I'm gonna take care of you, nih!"
"No hassle, Bray! Kan model ambassador of cave responsibility."
(N: No hassle synonym of word no problem)
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Not felt, the dark night had closed by itself. Iris Karen slowly flickered as the sunlight broke through her room. When his consciousness was full, he immediately turned his head to the side. Blank. Darren is no more.
However, a moment later there was a smell of butter that burst into his sense of smell. He went straight from the bed to the kitchen. Out of the room, Karen could see her husband was busy making breakfast. His gaze was sidetracked on the pile of thick books that seemed newly purchased. He picked up one of the books, then remembered their quarrel last night.
Although he had scolded him because of the value of UTS dropped, but he did not expect Darren would care for him by buying books supporting the lecture.
Karen approached Darren who was cooking an omelet, then accidentally tickled the man's waist with her fingertips. Darren shuddered amusedly and immediately turned his head. Karen's plain face without makeup makeup dominated her current gaze.
"I want to learn more!" said Karen.
"Yes ... Good job!" reply Darren while turning his omelet.
Karen again tickled Darren's waist, forcing him to turn back. Sure enough, the man looked back.
"If I study hard continue to achieve high IP in every course you want to give me what?"
"Good congratulations" Darren said briefly.
"Huh? Time just congratulations? No special gifts?"
"Students learn, right?"
"Yes, let me be more motivated, what love is that. Children are usually promised by their parents if they achieve the achievement." Karen showed a pouting face.
"You're a little boy, aren't you? You see, I don't want to marry a child, a little thought pedophile," said Darren, carrying his omelette eggs to the dinner table.
Karen grinned at the response of her husband. "Can't it be different whether a child is the same as an adult? Put on the show!" resounding. Looking at Darren who only made one omelette, he again said, "Eh, where are my eggs? How come it's just one?"
"Make it yourself, sana! Not a kid, are you?" darren said as he passed.
"That's a hell of a bitch!"
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