Hot Couple: Love Story Inara Season 2
A Desire That Never Fades

As was our custom since marriage, just after our honeymoon in May last year, Reza and I were committed to welcoming each month with warmth. Be on every 1st of the beginning of the month, we always fill it with a special agenda, and the ritual of making love is an obligation. Date 1 - we each other must be willing, must be willing and without rejection. It is not lightning lovemaking that takes only a few minutes, but in particular, is done in a satisfactory tempo. Because we believe, it's good to keep our relationship as warm as a newly married couple. Reza promised, he will not be a husband whose warmth fades as we age our marriage. As he promised, he will always make me happy and maintain the harmony of our relationship. Although actually our relationship has been fractured, and the moment of the 1st was never missed in December last year, but Reza tried everything possible to make up for all his mistakes that he had done. I just need to organize and take care of my heart so as not to always remember the mistakes that have passed.

That day was March 1, one o'clock in the afternoon - and we both relaxed - - we started the ritual of making love on a special agenda that month. As I was about six months pregnant and my stomach started to bulge, Reza and I could not stick together from the front - the children had created their own space between us, so, when making love, Papa must stick from behind. For the sake of making love while I was pregnant and my big belly, we agreed to do it in front of the mirror, and with the help of the tantric sofa backrest - I could support my body.

After making love on Valentine's Day, Reza accidentally ordered a new mirror. It was about the size of a door with the same width and height. He deliberately put it on the side of the bed, precisely on the side where I was sleeping, so even though I was sleeping on his back -- he could still see me through the mirror. That's one of its functions other than to reflect. The other functions you know, too, right?

"Don't open my bra, yeah. And don't you rema*," I said as we were about-- to begin the heating process.

Reza's forehead immediately frowned --wonder at once unwilling. "Why?" tanyakanya. "Don't do it, dear. I like it, you know."

"Ehm, my ASI's starting to fill up, Mas" I whispered.

"Lo, are you still born long? How are you filling in?"

"Well how else? Good even has its ASI. Anyway from now until the next two and a half years, this belongs to the children. You can just hold on."

Resignedly. "All right," he said.

But still, as soon as we started warming up, he was so eager to do it.

"I like doing this. Especially seeing your reaction when I am* like this. You're so sexy. Can you, yeah, honey, huh? Mumpung ASI not much."

I mendesa*. Forgive my husband. I had to give in, let him go, and warned him not to want to try. Although not prohibited, breast milk is the right of children, not the right of the husband. Not illegal does not mean obligatory. Can be swallowed, but that does not mean recommended. I would never give her permission to taste my ASI, and avoid that accident.

And, eventually this warming remains as it always has been. Extra treatment at each of my sensitive points, from top to bottom. A stamp of ownership never forgets he put it all over my neck and chest.

"Darling, you know, I love to see you glitter* scrumptious. Your body..*your legitimacy.it makes your sexy aura radiate," he said softly in the ear.

I understand the sexy she means. Not the same sexy as when a woman with minimal clothes or clothes that accentuate the curves when the woman wears it. Because, Reza would not like if I wear clothes that spread my curves, especially until seen by other men.

After enjoying my body with her mouth, lips, and hands, Reza began to enter. I, who was not ashamed to do that in front of the mirror, could already look him in the eye when he touched*. Although he was behind me, I could enjoy the beautiful scenery of his body, his burly and muscular arms, his fielded chest, and his sixpack stomach like torn bread. He, my burly, gallant, mighty husband. The man who made my passion and passion for her never die.