Trapped in Love with Casanova

Leprosy of the Flesh

The bathroom door opened, featuring a handsome man with a million charms. Especially now his athletic body is wrapped in a towel that covers part of his lower body. Zifran who had just finished bathing walked into the dressing room while wailing around looking for the whereabouts of his wife who was not in his room.

It seems, Maisya is still lashing out at Zifran.

After she finished wearing clothes, Zifran went downstairs to look for Maisya. He was worried that nothing would happen to his wife and also his future baby.

Because, Zifran knows how to careless Maisya when doing something. And that's what worries him.

Zifran's footsteps led him to the kitchen. The smell of the cooking scent made him know that Maisya must be preparing dinner for them. Maisya turned to know Zifran's arrival there.

"Just awake? Hemmmm... really fragrant, new shower huh?" asked Maisya who sniffed the scent of Zifran's body which made him opiate and also comfortable.

"He'em. 'Kan want to take a pebong. Later if it does not smell like he is sulking again like his mother," said Zifran immediately wrapped his hands, hugging Maisya's body from behind. Not infrequently Zifran also landed his lips on the neck of Maisya. You gave him a little lumatann there.

Maisya who was still cutting the chicken immediately stopped his activity because of the Zifran that made him so enjoy that the taste turned into a stimulus that was so intoxicating.

"Sister, ticklish," Maisya said.

His body is getting bristling, Zifran increasingly launched his action. The man's hand moved into Maisya's over-size shirt. Even now his lips continued to venture into the open back of Maisya. Not only that, his hands went down guerrilla up cupped two chewy objects that are still wrapped. Revealing the shirt that Maisya was limited to the chest took the object out of place.

Rotating Maisya's body and sitting Maisya on the table where Maisya cut the chicken and immediately sip next to the twin hills, and next to him he played in his place.

"Enggh... ."

Maisya could not stand the treatment of her husband. Many times he moaned full of pleasure when Zifran's naughty hands increasingly actively play the shoots until Maisya's body moves to hold amused. Her eyes kept closed, while her hands squeezed firmly on Zifran's hair and one coiled around her husband's neck.

"Sister. ahhh... very amused..."

Maisya increasingly powerless to withstand the turmoil in him.

Zifran stopped his activities for a moment, staring at Maisya's face covered in desire.

"But it's delicious, isn't it?"

"Rubber."

Zifran looked at the surrounding.

"We're playing here, right?"

He wanted to find a new sensation. Tired of that atmosphere. Maybe playing in this place will be very fun and will be the first experience of making love in the kitchen area.

"Ih.. Kok here anyway! What if there's someone?" reject spoiled Maisya.

"You just calm down, there won't be anyone, it'll be just the two of us here, baby. You want to, right? Yes.itung-itung find a new sensation. Bosen knows that he plays in bed, if not on the sofa. Especially in the bathroom," said Zifran.

While his mouth was talking, hands continued to twist the tip of the shoots of Maisya's chewy thing.

"Yes already. Once different is important cool, delicious, why not?"

Maisya finally agreed to Zifran's desire to make love in the kitchen.

After that, the two went back to warming up before entering the core event. Zifran closed his eyes as Maisya's tongue danced through his nape to the back of his ear. Even Maisya's hands did not remain silent. Started to open Zifran's sleeveless shirt and throw it in any direction. Pecking, and playing his tongue on Zifran's chest area made the man burn more and more passion. Moreover, Maisya's hand without permission immediately unbuttoned shorts, then played an object that had hardened since a few minutes ago.

Increasingly unable to bear the game of the wife, Zifran immediately cupped Maisya's face and scooped the tiny lips greedily. His hand tries to open the shirt worn by Maisya, but suddenly...

"Oh, Pa, I think we were wrong when we came here!" mama Sarah shouted immediately turned to her husband who was in the family room with Zean, after seeing a very embarrassing scene.

While Maisya tidied back the clothes that almost separated from his body. Then down to help Zifran who fell on the floor with a sitting position due to a hard push from him.

"I'm so sorry, brother, I didn't mean it" Maisya said, concerned about Zifran's condition.

"If you want to push it, yang. It hurts a lot."

"Yes sorry. Sis, that's.." point Maisya towards the thick droopy thing that's suffocating.

It was like Maisya wanted to laugh to see him who had been limp helpless before the war began.

Zifran could only smile wryly seeing the state of the heirloom he was proud of instantly shriveled, and re-inserted it into his pants.

'Damn it! Because Mama the Otong became mentally disturbed, ' her mind that cursed upset.

"Not pa-pa. We will continue in the room" replied Zifran, then move from there to approach his parents.

Same with Maisya.

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The woman always looked down did not dare to look around her, especially Mama Sarah because of the embarrassing incident. Though all of that was unintentionally because Mama Sarah came to deliver cooking for dinner for her son and daughter-in-law. But it was all beyond expectations.

Beside him, the bodo-looking Zifran heavily tilted his head a little closer to Maisya. He whispered to her, "Why? You sick?"

Maisya shook his head quickly.

'I'm not sick, brother. But shame, ' Inner Maisya., g

It felt like even to speak, he was ashamed. How not. Personal events must be seen by his mother-in-law and that when he was corroding a snake lizard in maximum tense conditions.

Huuuu.

Mama Sarah who saw the behavior of her daughter-in-law could only smile meaningfully.

While Papa Arya was confused to see the three people who were in front of him. Like there was something they were hiding. Or maybe there's something he's missing.

Zifran still felt annoyed at his mother. Because of the presence of women, their activities must be stopped just like that without a satisfactory end.

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After the return of Mama Sarah and Papa Arya, Zifran brings Maisya to rest. The prospective Papa did not want to see the wife feel tired especially until exhausted, because it greatly affects the growing valley of their prospective baby. And of course Zifran does not want if something happens to Maisya.

Without feeling the clock has passed so quickly. And has shown at 21:12 WIB. While lying next to Maisya, Zifran's hand rubbed his wife's flat stomach. That feeling was very comfortable and might be his favorite at the moment.

"Sister, don't be petrified of tau!" the Maisya circus shifted Zifran's hand from his stomach.

"But, sister likes it, baby. Don't forbid brother why to do this? Brother wants to give his brother affection even though he is still a midget. How do you know after this he immediately changed, right?" refute Zifran who remains with his activities.

"What is not so clear. I want to be Papa, by the way, not filtered. Anyway yes, sister, all that requires the process of not directly being a baby. How the hell!"

Zifran continued to rub Maisya's stomach without caring about the ravings of his wife. It feels since Maisya got pregnant getting chatty and always the truest.

What if a woman is pregnant like that? thought.

Shortly after, Zifran rose from his sleep remembering something that had been stuck in his mind.

"Where are you going? Here you go" asked Maisya who did not want to be left behind by Zifran.

"Wait a minute, baby, you're gonna grab something. Not long."

The man walked towards the dirty clothes basket that was in the corner of the room. Tearing up clothes, looking for something. After finding it, Zifran returns to Maisya's place.

"What is that, brother?"

Maisya looked at a paper Zifran was holding.

"So Papa gave us a ticket for our honeymoon. The plan is Sunday, this brother wants to invite you honeymoon, baby. But after knowing you're pregnant, I don't think we need this. Yeah, right?"

Maisya immediately grabbed and read the paper.

"Gee....! Is this a honeymoon ticket to Sidney?"

"Want to?" tanya Zifran saw Maisya's happy face.

Maisya immediately nodded and said, "want. But...."

"We're going to go there, but after you're born and we're going to make a Cock Made in Sidney, okay?"

Maisya immediately scattered, hugging Zifran's body. Enjoy the smell of the body of the husband that makes him feel comfortable. "Thank you, brother."

The woman is getting late in Zifran's arms, until something surprising, makes Maisya pat her eel knowing her phone is still silent since.

Hurriedly he picked it up in a bag, then saw a list of missed calls and also messages from WA.

"Why is your face panicking, baby? Is there a problem?" Zifran saw Maisya's tense face change.

"I think I should anticipate before the fire kingdom attacks, brother."

"Fire kingdom? What's wrong?"

Maisya showed his phone to Zifran. There are 26 missed calls and WA messages from Alya. 14 missed calls and 10 WA messages from andin. And not to mention from Leon as many as 34 missed calls from Leon.

"Hehehe.. I forgot to tell them that I didn't go to college today" Maisya said.