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Sandra went to the room with Farzan because she wanted to take a shower first. Sandra was about to take down the dress zipper, but it seemed a little distress.

“Zan, can help me.” Sandra called her husband who was outside the bathroom.

Farzan went into the bathroom, to see the wife who had difficulty lowering the zipper.

“It looks like this is stuck,” said Farzan who has taken over to lower the zipper of his wife's dress.

Sandra waited for her husband to finish lowering, until it finally felt loose because Farzan was able to lower the zipper of her dress.

“Thank you,” said Sandra could finally take off her dress.

However, instead of replying to Sandra's words, Farzan hugged from behind. Now both of the man's hands are on the surface of Sandra's stomach.

Sandra was surprised by what Farzan did, but certainly could not refuse and let.

“Is she okay inside?” farzan asked as he placed his chin on Sandra's shoulder, then his eyes glanced at the part of the stomach that had been protruding but not too big.

“Of course he is good, we take good care of him,” Sandra replied. He then touched Farzan's hand, which was above the surface of his stomach.

Farzan smiled, then kissed Sandra's cheek. While still in the first trimester, Farzan never made love to his wife for fear of harming the fetus in the womb. Sandra, who was pregnant at a young age, made doctors ask that Farzan and Sandra not have sex first in the first trimester, in anticipation of unwanted things.

“What's up?” sandra asked because her husband was so spoiled.

“What can you do now?” tanya Farzan gave me the code.

Of course he wants to visit their future baby who is in the womb of the wife.

Sandra laughed a little, then moved a little twist, until now facing each other with Farzan.

“Already miss, hm?” Sandra seemed to know what her husband meant.

Sandra nodded her head at the sign of allowing if indeed Farzan wanted to ask for a ration, making the man so happy and not to waste the opportunity.

Farzan touched their lips, clenched softly and one hand touched Sandra's belly which had begun to grow. Sandra closed her eyelids as their lips intertwined. Feeling the warm breath that now also hit the face.

Both of them dissolved in a pool of passion, so Farzan chose to lift Sandra's body, then invite to bed for fear that the wife is not comfortable if doing it in the bathroom. He slowly sank Sandra's body, before then supporting her half-plain body, while linking their lips back together.

The two eventually joined. Farzan pushed with a regular and constant rhythm. She doesn't want to make Sandra uncomfortable, or feel pain if she makes a push too hard.

Sandra herself just closed her eyes, following her husband's movements by occasionally squeezing a pillow or bed sheet that reached her hand. Although the husband had done it carefully, still inside there felt crowded and full.

Both of them waded through the ocean of love in one ark. The sound of hunting breaths began to sound earthy to each other, like a symphony that accompanied their activities. Sweat begins to appear on the forehead and face.

After a while, their activities were ready to end when the body stiffened along with a high wave that came rolling them. Farzan clutched the bed linen tightly as his body tightened and warm liquid began to drench his wife's valley.

Sandra's breath stinged as she felt a strong push up inside felt full. He felt a warm liquid running from inside there until it slightly wetted his thigh.

Farzan smiled, then kissed Sandra's forehead and two eyelids in turn lovingly.

“This time I have to really take a shower,” Sandra said as she prepared to get up.

His body is tired of work, but pleasing husband is still more important for him.

“Let me help,” said Farzan, re-scooping his wife's innocent body in a sling.

Sandra was quite surprised, there should be no second round in the bathroom.

“Don't ask for more,” sloth Sandra.

Farzan chuckles, then replies, “No, poke at least a little.”