Touch Me Slowly's

Bite (Final Part)

"Would you like to eat Mike?"

"No, Nis. I'm not a laper."

"But you haven't eaten since this morning Mike... Everything is because you vomited, right?"

Mike shook his head weakly, leaning comfortably on the back of the pillow arranged Sweet. Ever since he found out his wife was pregnant, Mike felt what morning sickness is in pregnant women.

The man could not even see the bright light and just stayed inside their room, until Sweet's pregnancy had entered the age of three months.

"Tar aja, Nis. I'm going to sleep first." Sweet nodded, pulling the blanket over her husband's body.

"Where are you going?" Mike held his hand before his wife could get out of bed.

"Get out Mike. You said you wanted to rest."

"This is my theme, Nis. I want to hold this while bobo," pointed Mike at the woman's chest.

One of the man's favorites during Sweet's pregnancy was to hold his chest until he fell asleep. Mike likes to linger there which sometimes makes Sweet restless himself.

"How about tar malem? This morning, wasn't it Mike?" sahut Manis trying to negotiate.

"No, I want it now Sweet. Inget said Oma, can't refuse if I ask for anything, right? Do you want our child to be born later?" Sweetness breathes long.

Almost every time Mike would use that excuse to ask for anything from him. This is because Jessie once said that the desire of pregnant women who are cravings must be followed, so that later their children are born will not be able to taste because they are not followed by their will.

"Jude, but don't ask for anything weird anymore, Dad?" sahut Manis relented. The woman got on the bed, lying down next to Mike.

"What have I always been asking for that weird thing?"

"No, where is his hand. He said he wanted bobo." Sweet diverted the conversation before Mike asked even more.

The crossbred man nodded and raised his hand, putting it in the thin sweeter-clothed shirt.

"Kok wearing braa anyway, Nis...? I told you not to use me again!" mike protested when his finger didn't manage to touch Sweet's springy object.

"Yes, I forgot earlier. Wait for me to open it."

Sweet woke up from the pillow, which was immediately held back by Mike.

"No, I'm open." Mike wrapped his hand, opening the Sweet breastplate hook impatiently.

The black object was immediately pulled by Mike when the hook was successfully opened, and thrown to the floor.

"Where, I want to kiss first..," pinta Mike close himself to Sweet.

"So he said he just wanted to hold the doang, this is how to kiss everything, anyway?!" sweet Protest.

"Bent on doang, Nis. I want that again." Sweet could only resign as the man unfolded his clothes, went inside and immersed himself vigorously.

A beeping sound filled their room that slowly made Mike stiffen himself.

All this time his love interest seemed to go because the actual pregnancy symptoms felt by Sweet, it moved to him and had to be suffered by him. Mike really lost his lust and just felt it now.

"Nis," called Mike after playing his wife's chest.

"Udah? Want bobo?"

"No."

"Continue?"

"You want to play .. can you, yeah?" Mike looked expectantly at the woman in front of him.

"Tumben really you ask to play, do not nauseate anymore?"

"No, my seeds have been asked to be filled." Mike took Sweet's hand, put it to the base of his thigh.

"Now, he's upright like this, Nis."

Sweet immediately laughs amusedly staring at Mike's gray bead eyes that begin to fog. It seems that her husband is no longer able to resist her desire for longer.

"Can you, Nis?" ask Mike again for permission.

"Ok, ok .. I won't be rude." Mike got up excitedly, pulling out his pants displaying his already reprimanded valuables.

"Here..," pointed Mike. "How about you use your tongue?"

"Huh? You mean I have to use my mouth first?" Mike nodded.

"No, ah. I don't want to. The last time you told me that, I was all over your seeds...!" luh Manis recalled how she almost vomited because of her husband's power.

Mike pushed his head until such a big thing went all the way to Sweet's esophagus, and made him cough for it.

"That's because Lo is still an amateur, Nis. Now, it's getting smarter and better. I promise you, I won't push your head again. Want, dad?" persuade Mike.

"No, ogah! Take your own hand if you want!" reject Sweet insist.

"Oh my goodness, Nis. Just this once, will ya?"

"No!"

"Come, dong...."

"No!"

"Lo want our son to suck, hm?" Sweet clucked could not answer her husband's question.

This man is indeed the smartest to carry their child who is still in his stomach. Mike knew that Sweet would not be able to resist if he used this excuse to get what he wanted.

Sorry Daddy, well baby .. mommy's abisnya you don't want to tell me what daddy asked anyway, Mike murmured inwardly.

"Bent on doang, Nis. I promise I won't push Lo's head back like last." Mike is still trying to persuade the woman.

"Yes, aren't you pushed?!"

"Yes, I promise."

"Jude, where...." Mike cheered and helped his wife get up on the bed with her slightly lowered head, to ease hers into Sweet's mouth.

At first Mike still let Sweet move himself, but the longer the man moves to accelerate the pace of the game. Until finally, Mike reflexes pushed Sweet's head because of anxiety to see hers meet the thin lips of the woman.

The unprepared sweet was shocked, and instantly coughed with the might of Mike still in his mouth.

Shit...! Basic Mike! Upset by what her husband did and thinks the man is lying to her. Sweet immediately bit Mike's long object until Mike squeaked and screamed in shock.

"Oh, Nis...!" pekik Mike is aware of the lust that fulfills him.

"Sickness, Nis...." Sweet still bites hers, deliberately making the man in pain.

"Udah, Nis. Ok, already ... this is very sick," complained Mike again begging.

Sweet withdrew from her husband's might, smiling triumphantly with her hands rubbing her lips.

"Enak, right? Want to go again?"

"No, no need. I'm not gonna tell Lo to eat my beans anymore...."

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...The End ...