GENK DUDA ACUTE
57. Love Him Who Loves You

“I guess I call Toni how much longer, huh? To instill confidence in Wulan's mind in order to want to reciprocate him and mutusin Rey as soon as possible.” Dean spoke in a muffled voice of Winarsih's stomach still hugging her.

“Investing that belief cannot be rushed. Women need time to rate.”

“Means I prefer to plant the seeds first. Want to not want you to be sure of my seriousness,” said Dean.

Winarsih pinched Dean's arm because of what the man had just said. Dean chuckled, then tightened his embrace. He had thrown his suit after lunch. And now he was even disturbed to see Winarsih who was half lying on the bed.

Dean was anxious to see his wife's bust that was deflated. Breathing short due to shortness of pregnancy.

“What if we kill time? When I'm done, Toni will be done.” Dean raised his face looking at Winarsih.

“Killing time it ngajak children play,” said Winarsih, flipping the sheet of his book.

“Kids take a nap, Win. We can ma—”

“That's the cement outside,” cut Winarsih.

“My friends are relaxing and killing each other in sight and words. Don't worry about that. Let them complain,” reply Dean.

“There is a reason,” muttered Winarsih.

“Awhile .. I didn't stay long. Let's kayak in those movies, Win .. I, right, rarely go home for lunch.” Dean still buried his face in Winarsih's stomach. But his hands slowly crept out looking for the edge of his wife's dress and infiltrated inside.

“Hmmm,” Quotes Winarsih.

“Enjoy aja, Dik Win ..” Dean lifted Winarsih's dress to the limit of the woman's stomach. Then he kissed Winarsih's stomach with his warm lips. Many times until the woman squirms and holds her husband's cheek.

“Geli,” muttered Winarsih.

“Enak, right?” dean Erang. His hand rubbed Winarsih's waist and ran over the edge of the woman's underwear. “Gini aja very good .. but if not to the melting point, I can be dizzy.”

“Pusing, really, every day,” says Winarsih. He put down his book and slightly raised his hips as Dean lowered his underwear.

“You malesan invited delicious. Watch out for the sound, yes ...” Dean passed his wife's dress through his head.

“What not to do again?” winarsih asked, looking at Dean who was kneeling down and taking off his shirt.

“I take a shower, change clothes. Malem later, I'm out with Toni, yes, Win.” Dean pulled down the zipper on his pants.

“So this is in order to ask permission?” Winarsih. Dean chuckled and approached him.

“Request special permission, yes, gini ...,” Dean said. He knelt near his wife's head. “Win, you definitely know this must be flanked,” Dean said. He pulled down his boxer in front of Winarsih's face, then kissed the top of his wife's head.

***

Wulan has to melt down and cut off her relationship with Rey. It kept ringing in Toni's head. Wulan's kiss made no progress. Toni feels he will lose, if Wulan does not immediately move back as enthusiastic.

Wulan has made Toni bubble. His entire hidden desire overflowed to the surface. Toni felt her body shake. Kiss me, Toni hoped. He conveyed the message by reverberating Wulan's stomach.

Finally, Wulan's fingers wrapped around Toni's hair, pulling the man closer. Then Wulan slipped her tongue into Toni's mouth. A hesitant gesture for the first time. Then go back in deeper. Deepening, deepening, slowly becoming more seductive.

Wulan sighed softly in the middle of their kiss. It snatched into Toni's body like a flamed wick. Then Wulan's fingers slowly left Toni's hair. It made the man worry that everything would stop there.

However, it turned out that Wulan had risen from her position. Sitting facing Toni with both hands attached to the head of the bed. Containing Toni in a bulkhead, as if imprisoning. Their kisses are still tied. Wulan pressed the man with her chest. Use her position to deepen their kiss.

Only then, Toni had already lost control of herself. He grabbed Wulan, raising both of his thighs. Hugged tightly and firmly as the woman devoured her mouth. Toni's whole body is awake. So was something he was increasingly convinced of, by his decision.

As they kissed, Toni stroked the woman's back. Encapsulate him, warming them both under the onslaught of AC that is right above them. But after several times tracing Wulan's back, Toni could not help but do more.

Toni moved her palms down from Wulan's waist, grabbed her buttocks and echoed them gently. Then he moved his hand to the side, slowly touching his hips, waist grooves, rows of Wulan ribs, and .. he finally arrived at Wulan's soft, dense chest.

“Toni ...,” says wulan. His breath seemed to indicate that they had gone too far.

Toni. He had fantasized about unbinding Wulan's hair, stripping the thin cardigan-coated short-sleeved dress from her body. Put them off one by one. For Wulan to remember who used to make her squirm, pant and groan favorably. Toni had fantasized Wulan could see every part of her and expression of pleasure as she pushed—

Wulan looked at her ex-husband. Toni is charming. So endearing. Not only handsome, but also handsome and strong. He just felt Toni groan. A groan also escaped from his mouth just now.

Just a kiss, but it has made Wulan's whole body bristle. He was still aware that Toni's one hand was still cupping his chest. The man was half lying down, making one arm the other a pillow under his head. Toni's warm breath hit her neck.

“You should know what I mean, Lan ... You should also understand your body's reaction to me. Do you want to end up in a marriage without passion? Without love? Maybe Rey's kindness can make you excited. But ... I doubt if he can touch you properly. Can you squirm, whimper, and scream.” Toni made a circular motion on Wulan's chest. Starting from the bottom, up to the hardened peak.

Wulan. He felt his head throbbing as he digested Toni's words to him.

“Males who love you, will definitely be patient. He will always put your satisfaction above his own. Also can treat you well.”

Wulan bit her lip. He knew Tony was waiting for his reaction. He realized Toni was leading him to the edge of pleasure that melted him. He lay stiff for a very long time, fighting with himself. Wrestling between wanting to feel a little more, and being afraid if you push yourself too far.

The body's needs and desires eventually win the fight. Wulan's lips opened, and the woman breathed the village concubine.

Toni gently pressed Wulan's chest and circled around her, caressing her constantly hardened peak. The woman again let out a sigh, this time full of feelings, and Toni gave a gentle pinch there. Wulan's body was lifted due to her touch, as well as her head falling to the side.

“You like it, right?” Toni still lives at the top of his helpless ex-wife's chest. “Jawab, Dear ..”

Groans gushed from Wulan's mouth.

To Be Continued