When Kama Meet Silk 1&2

Season 2 - Chest Feather

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Kama's head moved slowly. He just woke up from a deep sleep that made it look like he was lying on the Japanese grass in the yard of Aji Wayan's house. Uh, but after a good look, Kama was on the grass owned by her husband. The hairy chest is a neatly lined grass that grows naturally over the body of a Swedish bule.

Oh, my God, since when did Adrian take off his shirt? How am I on grass like this?

Kama retreated his body slowly, adjusting the distance of his head to the chest of the Silk field.

It turned out that Kama's movement drew Sutra's consciousness from his sleep. Yes, Sutra was forced to fall asleep because his beautiful wife had already fallen asleep in his arms.

At first Sutra still looked at the snowflakes plastered outside the bedroom window, while occasionally kissing the top of Kama's head. However, after half an hour passed, the man felt that the sweater he was wearing felt wet. Once in check, it turns out his beautiful wife did a lot. Kama was so enjoying his sleep that he unconsciously drained the springs of water from his thin lips.

How are the springs? Because of the ences that Kama drain quite a lot. Perhaps she was dreaming of running out of gargles and spitting them out recklessly, which turned out to spill over her own husband's sweater.

Because of Kama's actions, Sutra was forced to remove his sweeter so that Kama did not catch a cold sleeping on wet clothes. Ah, so sweet. For the love of Sutra willingly take off his clothes and hold the cold air that breezy felt even though they were in a closed room.

"Hey, you woke up first, Babe." The silk stroked the top of Kama's head.

"Why are you undressing, Mom?" Kama immediately asked that question. He even peeked into the blanket, making sure he was still wearing full clothes. Kama suspects that Sutra did what the man wanted to do while he was asleep.

Sutra widened his eyes, astonished by Kama's overreaction.

"Why do you keep checking yourself like that?" Instead of answering, Sutra asked back. Kama just shook her head.

"Huuufft, are you suspicious of me?" Silk breathed a long breath.

"I couldn't have done that while you were sleeping, Babe," Sutra said. Kama just silently listened.

"Where there is feedback, so it must not be exciting. You're ..., you're a Kissing champion." Now Sutra was smiling ignorantly looking at Kama.

"Ih, what the hell," said Kama sewot. Kama turned around and sat on the edge of the bed. He took a bottle of water on the nightstand and gulped it down. His face was hot when Sutra said he was good at kissing.

It's good he said that! Padakan it all he taught! You know where I am if not him! Pake says everything. Oh, bummer!!

"Babe ...," call Sutra.

"What?" saut Kama without looking.

Ah, he's crashing. Yes, gemesnyaa.

"Come here donk," persuade the Sutra.

"I'm a laper, Mas. Food pens yuk." Kama turned her head and invited Sutra to order some food.

"Hooh, I'm also a really good lager, Babe. From kemaren. But you don't understand" said Sutra as he blinked his eyes. His face immediately turned sad and pensive.

"Huh?" Kama knitted her eyebrows together and drew closer to Sutra.

"You sick, Mom? How are his eyes so blinking? Why not eat from yesterday?" Truthfully Sutra had not eaten since last night until this morning. Kama's loss made her appetite disappear too. But the meaning of the phrase Sutra was not about food. He was hungry to enjoy the warmth with his beloved wife.

Oh, wifeuuu. This is not about the stomach, but the lower part of the stomach. When are you going to understand it, baby????

"Yes, Babe, I'm sick," replied the origin sutra.

"What's sick, Mom?" ask Kama to panic.

"That." Sutra pointed to the lower part of his body.

"Astomach pain? Yeah, definitely donk. You didn't eat yesterday! Who told you to try?! I'm eating, you don't," said Kama.

"Don't tell me because you think about me, you're not eating. You should want Mas, if you are sick, I am more worried, more thought. You've been sick enough to make me cry every day, Mom. I don't want to repeat it again. I want you to be healthy and stay by my side!" Kama added to his tirade.

Not to be understood, Sutra even in omeli. He had lost his patience waiting for Kama to come to his senses. The Silk Reflex pulled Kama's waist, sending her body crashing onto the chest of the Silk field. Their faces are facing very close. Their breaths clashed, their hearts beating at each other.

"Mas ...," said Kama lirih.

"The pain isn't my stomach, Babe. But underneath," said Sutra softly.

"What's? The thigh?" Indeed the innocence of Kama no one can match. Under his stomach he even throws his thighs. It's amazing.

"Above the thigh but under the stomach." But do not call Sutra if he is at a loss for words.

"W-what's that?" ask Kama nervously. His face immediately flushed.

"You must know. We'll repeat in Stockholm. I want to, Babe ...," whispered the soft Sutra in Kama's ear. His sigh swept over Kama's ear lobe, stirring her up to dance.

Blushes ! Seerr !

Kama's face was blushing perfectly. The hair is goosebumps until excessive desire appears. Sutra succeeded with his first lure.

"Are we not hmmmnn." Kama's sentence was interrupted along with the attachment of Sutra's lips to Kama's lips. Clogging his mouth through a warm kiss full of affection. The beginning of their unification activities that afternoon.

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Dega carried Chelsea's body up on the bed. Gently stroked his head while fixing Chelsea's hair covering his face.

Chels ..." Dega smeared eucalyptus oil onto the nose of his heart. He held the girl's hand tightly. Worry was evident on Dega's face.

Oh, my God, there's apernye really ame Chelsea, my God?

Dega's mouth says we say a prayer.

Dega promised to be a sholeh boy. Not going to be bo'ongin Nyak ame Babe again. But please protect Chelsea, God ...

Within minutes, Dega finally realized and began to open his eyes.

"Chels, are you aware? Kenape, Chels? Oh Allah ..., cave scared half to death You suddenly passed out," said Dega.

Chelsea looked at Dega's face with sadness. Eyes glazed. It seemed like there would be a flash flood from the girl's beautiful eyes.

"Chels, haduuuh, lu kenape? Donk's story ... Just how many hours ago you asked for a cave of blahin, uh now you're like this. Original cave worry, Chels." Dega rubbed Chelsea's head gently.

Chelsea got up and sat on the bed. His eyes could not see Dega without blinking. Because with just one blink, the dike in his eyes will be broken and flash floods are inevitable.

"But me, Ga. ..," said Chelsea. His voice was stifled along with the tears that were still blocked.

"Kenape Papi, you?" ask Dega.

Test ! Rrrr ....

Chelsea's tears finally spilled out as well.

"But you know about us .., hiks ..."

At that moment, Dega's face turned pale. His mind was fixed on their one-night scene a week ago.

"I-I mean l-lu about that i-that?" Dega stuttered.

"Yeah, hicks ..." The sobs of Chelsea did not stop along with her trembling body. Fear was clearly visible on his face.

O Allah ..., end of the cave history!

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What is Dega's fate? Is he really going to end??

Yuk kepoin in next eps guys 👇

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