Trapped in Love Naughty CEO

244. It's still morning

"You and Maya didn't just want breakfast, did they? Have breakfast first. Oh yeah, congratulations on your wedding. May it last and Maya be the last woman." Thunder patted his iron shoulder with a smile.

"Amin, thank you, sir." Sofyan smiled and looked at the car window, right where Rizky was. "Cheal fast, Riz. If you need anything, call Papa."

"Yes. But Papa still owes me a story."

"What story?"

"First night with Maya. Uh, Mama Maya. Papa should tell me about last night."

"Basic, the first person night you want to know. Really, not polite to parents!" nagging Thunder while glaring at his son.

"Papa Sofyan just kepo first, I can't. Take me to the hospital. It hurts so bad, Pa." Rizky grimaced as she touched her own waist.

"Yes, yes." Thunder rushed into his car, then started the engine.

Sofyan chuckled while shaking his head. He was just about to enter the house. But his steps are stopped when he sees Maya, Nella, Jihan and Gita out of the house.

"I want to go to the hospital and go home, Pa," said Nella, kissing the back of Sofyan's hand.

"You want Papa to go?"

"No, I go with Mama Gita and Pak Ali also pick me up."

"Yes be careful. Play again, will you? Papa hasn't played with Jihan yet." Sofyan kissed her grandson's cheek gently. "Don't forget the KB later, huh?"

"Yes." Yeah." Nella nodded. "If Mama Maya doesn't need to be on the KB. I don't mind if I have a sister" Nella said, chuckling, Gita also laughed.

"What are you talking about? Papa's old, time to have another child."

"Not what Sofyan," said the Gita. "You still have babies, Maya is still young. He'd want to have a child from you. Yeah, right, May?" Gita looked at Maya who had been silent since.

The girl just smiled, but her face looked blushing. Sofyan himself did not understand the meaning of the expression of his wife's face.

'If Maya wants to, I don't mind. Ten I can still. But when did the problem get the child? Maya doesn't seem ready yet, but my stern is already itching, ' Sofyan's inner.

He remembers going last night. After eating and chatting the girl had gone to sleep first. Sofyan wants to ask for rations too bad. Last night the girl seemed to be exhausted.

After the departure of Gita and Nella, Sofyan invites his wife into the house. He sat in the dining room, but again he pulled his wife's waist up and sat on her lap.

"Gee!" Maya was shocked, her heart instantly pounding.

"Sit here. I'd like to be fed, too." Sofyan smiled, then hugged Maya's stomach while pecking her nape. 'All of you are tempted, let nafs* continue to directly tap the gas.' A bawdy idea instantly pops up inside Sofyan's brain. Both of his hands slowly touched his chest.

"But I'm not heavy, Ayank? Ayank's thighs will hurt."

"Not heavy, you're slim. I even like you sitting on my lap like this. It tastes good." Sofyan groped both of Maya's thighs, he felt hers being crushed by the girl's buttocks. But he likes and enjoys it.

"Is this enough?" Maya pours one mouthful of fried rice on a plate.

"Enough, who's cooking? What are you, May?"

Maya nodded. "Yes, I'm cooking." Maya scoops a spoonful of fried rice while turning her waist towards Sofyan. She put the spoon on her husband's lips.

"Before breakfast I want to kiss first, May." Sofyan cupped Maya's cheeks and brought her face closer and gently scooped her wife's pink lips.

Cup~

The spoon was finally put back on the plate before its fried rice spilled. Sofyan slowly took off two buttons of his wife's suit while continuing to smear her lips.

Not until there, now her husband's naughty hands have infiltrated into Maya's plain t-shirt, pulling it up to the chest and slowly brushes her breast that is still wrapped in a bra.

The originally soft Lummatan was now turning rough, Sofyan's tongue also came into play and swept every corner of his wife's oral cavity. Maya looks so resigned, she does not refuse at all.

"Ohhh!" The sound of sighing suddenly escaped when Sofyan increasingly rough crushed the two breasts and immediately their activity stopped.

"I want it, May." Sofyan wiped the saliva on his wife's lower lip, then briefly kissed the lip. "Can we do it right now? I can't stand it." Sofyan raised his wife's buttocks for her to sit on the table.

"But it's still morning, Yank. We haven't had breakfast. Ayank and I also have to work."

"We better not work first, I can't stand it, May. Breakfast problem we can immediately breakfast fast." Sofyan had already spooned the rice into his own mouth, then chewed it. And then she feeds Maya. The girl said, she ate.

"But ... will it hurt? Is it very painful?" Maya's feathers stood up immediately.

At the age of 25 years, he did not understand such a problem at all. Maya is still too innocent. Her dating experience is just kissing and hugging, the rest is no more. Her chest alone was only Sofyan who was the first to do such a thing.

"It may hurt at first, but it won't hurt for long. It's good, honey." Sofyan swigged the drinking water on the glass to the toilet. After the two have a short breakfast, Sofyan invites Maya to enter her room again and lock the door.

Maya sat on the bed swallowing her saliva when she saw her husband taking off one by one his own clothes, her heart was pounding and her body trembled. Quickly she lowered her gaze, not daring to look at her husband.

'It's still morning, right? Do we do it early in the morning like this? I'm supposed to be in Mr. Rizky's office right now, and I'm not ready. But how? I can not refuse it, later Mr. Sofyan must be angry, Maya's inner.

"I'm gonna take a shower for a second, May. You wait for me." After her body was perfectly innocent, Sofyan immediately ran inside the bathroom. Though this morning he had taken a shower, but it felt like he wanted to take another bath to be more fresh.

"Hold her not for long, pity the Beautiful Maya will wait for me," muttered Sofyan, she stood on the shower. The cold water instantly refreshed his entire stocky body.

Maya brushes her own two hands that feel wet from sweat. The sound of water gurgling in there makes his heart pound more, also with a prolonged nervousness and even make his stomach wrapped around incoherently.

"Duh, it hurts my stomach. Like it's about to poop." Maya brushes her own stomach while looking at the slightly open bathroom door. "I'd better defecate first, mumpung Pak Sofyan has not finished bathing."

Maya stands up, then runs out of Sofyan's room.