
"Liked it?" Adiba asked enthusiastically, his eyes had formed a very adorable puppy eye in Gibran's eyes.
"Cause you want me to eat you?"
Uh, why is he angry?
"Mas! do not mess around" Sahut Adiba watch out when Gibran began to approach his face, even the body of the burly man was leaning ready to pounce on his wife.
Gibran did not reply, but the man smiled.
their faces continued to approach, getting closer until a few more centi touched.
eakkk eakk eakk
Baby B's cry sounded loud, Gibran cursed his son.
"Hey you are! just interrupt it."
"You took my ration earlier, so shut up. Now it's my turn" Gibran said, letting Adiba round his eyes in surprise.
A father may be jealous and angry with his own son.
Baby B laughed after hearing his father's curse, making Adiba hold back his laughter.
Looks like his son is indeed willing to disturb this old kingkong. Adiba is increasingly made anxious by baby Bryan who laughs amusedly, his thick cheeks make it more attractive to anyone who sees it.
Immediately Adiba takes baby B and holds him. While Gibran just fell silent not happy to look at his son who again got the attention of his wife.
"Oh my son, you are so adorable" Adiba said, then kissed Baby Bryan's entire face. Baby Bryan was laughing.
It seemed like the baby wanted to prove that he had already won the fight from his own father.
"Mas! look at him laugh more and more when I'm holding him." Adiba is happy.
After putting baby B to sleep, Gibran finally had time with his wife. Already these few days he has not felt that extraordinary thing, now he misses so much. The man is eager to feel that now.
Without the permission of the master, Gibran immediately attacked Adiba who had just finished tidying up his son's bed.
"Mphhh" Adiba hits the chest of her husband's field.
But Gibran did not budge, the man even more enjoy their activities. His hand had even massaged the object that had been sucked by their son.
The breath of the two is increasingly hunting, Gibran is already hooked.
"Sorry!" Adiba said after their link was paused.
Gibran's face looked sad, he understood if Adiba's wounds had not healed.But he wanted it so badly, he could go crazy if he had to hold it again.
"Yes..." Adiba stroked her husband's arm. "Mas can do as much as possible if this is done" Adiba said full of gentleness.
Gibran was silent to weigh.
what did he say? as content? All righty! Gibramg was pleased. It's okay if he holds it now as long as he can devour his wife to the fullest. But, uh,
"How long?" Asked Gibran in a cold tone, he wanted to show disappointment, but behind that he was actually very happy with Adiba's words earlier. Because it could be his weapon.
"Three b,,"
"Three days, Okay deal!" Break up Gibran without waiting for Adiba's speech to finish.
Alright, he will try his best to hold it for three days, even though for him three days now it feels 3 years. Okay fine! hold it! for the sake of it. remember! the Mumam Gibran.
Adiba was again surprised, how could this old man be so stupid. Who said three days?. It's just too bad he hit Gibran on the head with this big Baby B diaper.
Uh, this old kingkong!!! I'm not done talking!.
"Alright I can hold it if it's only 3 days." Further.
"Eh mas!" Sahut Adiba slightly shouted because Gibran continued to assume himself, making Adiba annoyed. Even the ptia was already standing.
"you're brave now!" Gibran said with a sharp look back to his wife's face. The man approached while holding back his passion which was still on fashion. He was very scared, but he wanted to scare his little wife.
He was very upset because Adiba always made his heart beat fast. Though the girl still looks a little messy after childbirth, but her beautiful face always makes her junior soar.
"I'm sorry mas" replied Adiba nervously, he still always degregan if Gibran was nearby.
"Sorry, I don't mean three days" continued Adiba timidly.
"Oh you mean three hours, well that's better for me" replied Gibran excitedly. His smile is growing. The man stood up again after kissing his surprised wife.
"Wait" said Adiba when Gibran began to step.
Gibran turned to look at his wife.
"Sir.I mean three months" Lirih Adiba... Tired of guilt for not being able to serve her husband that long. Adiba himself is not sure Gibran can pass through. In short, that guy is an acute pervert! run three months, after three hours he will definitely do it again if there is no office work that bothers him.
Gibran who had developed a smile immediately withered, his hands are always saggy now look I am not powered.
three months?
"I can die Adiba" Lirih Gibran dropped his body beside Adiba. The woman hugged him, stroked his husband's shoulder.