Leaning Sweet Me
The Royal Suite Room for MP2

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Hmmm.aaah." ohhh."

Farrel's getting moving, "Say if it hurts,"

Metta nodded, "Pe.pelan aaahh"

Until they finally put the two bodies together deeper and deeper, as well as the hard object barged into the narrow space. The deeper, until the veins of the internal organs belonging to Metta felt broken. It is not pain anymore but something that strikes great, peerless beauty that he first felt, to the point of being unable to express, but all nature becomes a representation of whatever the feeling is.

Not the end of the world, but this is the beginning of the new world. Until the movement changes faster, the two bodies are both on foot, following a rhythm that is never in the music manual and any tone.

Euhghh..aaahhaahhkkk.

Metta made Farrel's back as a grip, he again looked great, Farrel growled,

While the links of the two tongues are not detached, they are both fast-moving, long-breath and deep,

Uhmppshhhh aaahkk.

Farrel further pushed the hard object deep, felt warm and strongly pinned it hard, then turned into a tickling twitch, a sensation he had just discovered. Makes his chest shake.

Eeugghhh

Movement after movement is created, without him having studied before, lifting and soaring, moving slowly and then racing like a horseman, while both hands are still busy guerrilla in a place that makes it higher in the clouds.

Eeeuhhhghh.cshh ..aaaahhhh.

The sighs, the sighs, the moans that could not be held back escaped just like that, the sound of whispers somehow hundreds came out of the two. So great, so dasyat.

El .. aaahhhhhkkkkk

Yes saaayaangg aaahhhgghhhh

Hhhhhhhhh .. aaahhh

Something that whizzed violently from the tip of the foot up and up into the crown now felt Farrel, and centered on the knee then swarmed together to the center of the core, the center of the core, gather together until finally something that strikes warmly barges in and flows down its own path.

Without direction from anyone, they both flew into space, soared to the top of nirvana and even danced and ran up there, sipping all the happiness that bliss, and, it then penetrated the horizon with a million times its beauty. The two shields came apart, and each played an equally important role, gripping each other violently.

Aaahkkkkk.

The long stretch of the two becomes a sign that they have reached the peak of nirvana, which the word can no longer express. Millions of times the sense that exists in the world as if it is not capable that can only be felt by them. The muscles weaken themselves, the two now look at each other, with the chest descending, and a sweat bath.

To feel greatness with all its strength, surrender with all its willingness and cliches, by making each other a home where it comes home.

Until the two bodies weakened, leaving a smile from their lips, Farrel shrunk the clear water in the corner of the eye, then kissed the two manic looks tired.

"I'm sorry.." he said.

"Hey, why apologize." said Metta in a voice that was no less hoarse.

Slowly Farrel pulled the still-hard object, and stared at the bedsheet with red patches on it, something of pride for the owner who can take good care of it.

"Sorry to make you sick and bleed" he said, shrinking his sweaty forehead.

"It's okay, it should be" he replied weakly.

Metta rubbed Farrel's cheek which also looked exhausted from the nearly forty-five minute game, which ended with a win.

Although Farrel did not understand much about it, it was his body that reacted. The nature of a compound that does not exist in any chemical law.

"Come here" Farrel pulled his head and turned his arm into a pillow.

"Thank you."

They clenched each other, enjoying the embrace at the end of time, with all its beauty. Farrel continued to kiss Metta's now-deep hair in her arms.

"Eeuhhhggg...." Metta groaned as Farrel again kissed her face.

"I'm tired, baby" he said.

"Rest...."

Farrel covered his plain body with a blanket and Metta fell asleep again. He got off the bed and picked up his clothes, went into the bathroom, and cleaned himself with a smile, though his back was now sore, as a result of Metta's claw, but it does not mean anything compared to the results of his efforts that bear sweet and delicious fruit of course.

So that's how it feels, even multiplied greater than what I heard.

The bathroom door opened and Farrel went back into the bed, got into the blanket and held the woman who was now a wife for good.

"I want to go to the bathroom" said Metta, opening her eyes slightly.

"Tomorrow, it's better to just rest" kissed her innocent shoulder.

The smell of shampoo came out of Farrel's hair, "Cheat, you've already perfumed this way, but forbid me!"

Then he pulled out the blanket and went down, "Aaaahh.." startled himself.

"Why?"

"It's okay, just a little pain! It was you." then giggled.

"Let me help you in the bathroom,"

"Ti-da.kk...."

The voice refused is not finished yet spoken, but he was already in the lap of Farrel who took him into the bathroom.

"I told you I could do it myself" said Metta, with her body still wrapped in a blanket.

"It's okay, if you're done, call me yes!"

Metta nodded, gluing the blankets together, "Have gone out first."

"I've seen it all, why am I still ashamed, too" said Farrel giggled.

Metta pointed her way, "It's over there!!"

Farrel passed by with laughter, then out of the room . Metta came out of the bathroom, but Farrel was no longer in the room.

Metta was about to get on the bed when Farrel came in carrying a tray with 2 glasses on it

"It's over?"

"Have you brought what?" he said by looking at the tray in Farrel's hand.

Farrel thrust the glass at her, "A glass of warm chocolate for my dear wife."

Metta smiled and grabbed it."Thank you dear."

They chugged until the toilet, Farrel put the glass on the tray and brought it back out, while Metta still leaned his back against the bed.

Farrel went back in, and went up into the bed, grabbed Metta's body and grabbed her.

"Sister is tired, go to sleep." said Farrel by kissing Metta's forehead long and deep.

Metta nodded."Thank you." Thank you."

Thank you for all the love, all the flavor and all the surprises you gave me.

Metta wrapped her hands around Farrel's waist and buried her head in his chest, then closed her eyes slowly.

"Sir ..."

"Hmm, you haven't slept?"

Farrel stroked her hair, then gently dyed the tops of her head.

"Did that taste good?"

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