The Cottage of In-Law Tak Indah

Night in Lombok City

Gibran has given his own signal to Giselle, there is a desire of the heart that he wants to achieve together with his wife. After all, the baby moon event can not be separated from combining love between husband and wife. Therefore, Gibran did not hesitate to say the desire of his heart.

"Bring first, Mas. Let seger," reply Giselle .

"With or over, honey?" gibran asked, wrapping his hands around Giselle's waist.

"Alright, Mas," replied Giselle.

From the beach, they headed to their room. Alternating to shower. Giselle chose to shower first. Then followed by Gibran.

How shocked Giselle was when her husband came out of the bathroom wearing only a white towel wrapped around her waist. To the point of confusion. For where Gibran once did this.

"Mas" said Giselle slowly. Seeing her husband just like that Giselle who was embarrassed first.

"Hmm, what, Yang?" ask Gibran.

"Wear clothes," Giselle replied briefly.

However, Gibran shook his head. "Look, you can grow crops, baby. Hoeing, sowing, and sowing seeds, I'm ready" Gibran replied.

Is because carried away the atmosphere of the honeymoon so her husband can speak bluntly like this. Giselle who listened was embarrassed, but Gibran actually looked more confident.

Without hesitation, Gibran closed all the window curtains in his room. Then, he dimmed the lights in his room. Gibran confidently climbed into the bed, and confined Giselle without pressing on her enlarged belly.

When Giselle looks anxious, Gibran looks very confident. Giselle is confused as to whether it is Gibran who is slowly changing and opening himself up, or her now more shy self during pregnancy.

"It's this close, close dong's eyes" Gibran instructed. The man's hands stretched out and tidied up Giselle's hair, and Gibran carefully dropped a kiss on Giselle's forehead.

Cup.

"Enjoy this moment, darling. Enjoy this baby moon" Gibran said.

Giselle nodded slowly. His eyes were closed, he opened himself up and accepted Gibran to do anything for him. Enjoy this precious and special baby moon moment.

Giselle lowered her face and then landed a kiss after a kiss on Giselle's lips. Warm. Sweet. These are the two flavors Gibran can feel when he kisses Giselle carefully. Even the man did not hesitate to open his mouth, he stuck out his tongue, and put a swab on Giselle's lips. Greet in the warm wet impression. Grasping Giselle's lips with tenderness. Sucking it by constantly moving his lips and applying pressure there.

Gibran's hand rubbed the side of Giselle's face. This time, Gibran will not hesitate. He would take advantage of this time to taste the sweetness of honey along with Giselle. Two lips meet, clenching each other, wriggling each other. A greeting for greeting that sinks the heart, making the body temperature instantly become hot. However, the two agreed not to lose the moment.

"Mas Gibran," Giselle's voice began to sound.

The voice that Gibran believed could ignite him. That sound gave a special signal that Giselle was starting to burn now. Then there's nothing Gibran is waiting for. From Giselle's lips, she landed a kiss and a wet trace on Giselle's neckline. Even now, Gibran opened his lips slightly and bit the skin of Giselle's neck there. He sucked deeply into the passage, the pain made Giselle rustle and scream. However, Gibran smiled when he saw a red trace on his wife's neck.

Giselle moved uneasily. Sometimes his hand squeezes the bedsheet under him. Sometimes her hands caressed her husband's hair. Don't forget the restless movement of his feet. However, on the one hand that Gibran wants his wife to enjoy all this. It's too bad to miss quality time like this.

Now, as Giselle begins to ascend, Gibran helps Giselle in a sitting position, the man takes off the twists of his towel just like that. Shows the heirloom that's already standing there.

"He misses you, honey," said Gibran.

Giselle knew exactly what her husband was asking for. So, he began to give greetings in a warm and wet impression with his lips. The greeting that makes Gibran moan feel the pleasure of the crown to his feet. The man occasionally observed how Giselle greeted him. Oh, that's so beautiful. Point by point, Giselle touched slowly, but surely.

"Geez, my dear," Gibran screeched by holding Giselle's long hair.

However, Gibran knew that with an enlarged stomach it felt great for Giselle especially to do it for so long. So Gibran cupped Giselle in the face and kissed her lips this time with a more hunting breath. Afterwards, Gibran made Giselle fall back on the bed. He freed the rest of the clothes on his wife's body.

Gibran moved down and now his face was in his wife's stomach. He kissed the stomach in which his heart was. Cup.

"Papa will slow down Baby Sister. It won't hurt you" Gibran said.

So Gibran gave his greeting and made an invasion of the valley below. Do not hesitate to give a kiss, combined with a suction. Giselle is getting worse. Especially with the impact of pregnancy hormones, making Giselle so easily ignited and very passionate to her husband.

"Mas Gibran" said Giselle.

She tried to pull Gibran's face, ending what her husband had done to her. Gibran refused. He wanted to see and feel his wife free and also feel the release to really float.

When Giselle is unable to survive, Giselle is thrilled. That means he managed to do the best for his wife. So now, there was nothing else Gibran was waiting for. He immediately positioned himself, and slowly fused himself with Giselle. The ride was perfect because it belonged to the wet Giselle.

Just unite Gibran already growled. The man began to sow in there. Doing the rain accompanied by forward and backward movements. Perfect pace. Pull it slowly, and put it back in with a slight jolt.

Both hands are holding the wife's hips and occasionally rubbing her stomach. Gibran. No matter how strong and passionate he was, his eyes fell on his wife's growing belly. In it is his heart, and the steps Gibran takes must be full of caution.

Giselle hugged her husband sometimes, she cupped him in the face and gave him a kiss on Gibran's lips. Oh, that's so beautiful. Both of them are like floating in the middle of the ocean. Sinking in, swimming around looking at the beautiful marine biota.

"I Love U, dear," Gibran said, drawing in.

"Love U too" replied Giselle.

The rain strengthened, accompanied by a push. And so, there was nothing more that Gibran and Giselle were tall. Both exploded. Like a blown air balloon and the air just comes out. Dahaga is satisfied. Honey love they've been smitten together.

Into the symphony. The square is beautiful in harmony, which will never be sufficiently expressed in the temple of diction.