Leaning Sweet Me
Have fun

Farrel dropped his body on the bed, while Metta was still chuckling, walking to and fro.

"What are you looking for? Hurry along...."

"Prophey dear,"

Metta was looking for something, flipping over the couch cushions, shaking off the blankets. Go inside the walk in closed Then again walk closer to the dresser.

"Darling what the hell?"

"Remote television darling, you see it not?"

Farrel frowned, apparently his wife looks busy just because looking for a television remote.

"This, it's been here since!"

Metta clucked, "Why didn't say it from earlier, I've been looking for it everywhere."

"I didn't know you were looking for him, you didn't say!" farrel said with a grunt.

Metta snatched the remote from Farrel's hand, with a snatch he then turned on the television and chose karoke music. Making Farrel cringing more and more.

"Sister, why do you want to sing! He said we'd have fun."

"Well, I mean, by karoke, aren't we having fun?" start by choosing a song.

The first song she chose, made her giggle. Then blinked one eye at Farrel.

You are my only love in this world,

Just you

Making Farrel chuckle, Metta's style by repeatedly glancing at him made him dig himself.

"Sister don't change the song, my God!"

Metta chuckled, "Here, you should also sing dong" he waved.

Farrel just shook his head, "Son himself, don't take me."

Metta then chose the second song,

"Every one of you why my heart

It's ticking faster,"

Metta pointed towards Farrel.

"Like a drum to war,"

"God brother...."

Metta chuckled, yet she was not willing to stop, instead getting closer to him with seductive eyes.

Every one of you why my blood

Flowing faster from toe to head end

Every time you think my brain thinks

How to be with both of you

I want to fuck because

Maybe there's you here I want

I want to fuck because

In every one of you why my heart beats.

Farrel covered his face with both hands, only this time seeing Metta acting like that, really making him amused but also adorable.

"Son, it's three o'clock at night, let's go to bed!"

"I'm not done, baby!" he said on a loudspeaker with a high echo.

Make Farrel finally broken.

"Darling, you're so weird, let's go to sleep" she clasped Metta's waist.

"But I'm not done yet."

"Here you go, tomorrow again .. I'm sleepy! Let's sleep!"

"I'm glad I wanted to cheer you up!"

"Yes, but this is not the way, I'm not amused."

Metta frowned, "Then how?"

Farrell led him up to the bed, then clasped him by wrapping his legs over Metta's thigh.

"Because having fun is not okay yet, let me put it this way! I'm going to sleep."

Metta giggled, "Are you really anxious to do it?"

"Of course, I've been holding it for a few days" he said with both eyes closed.

Metta puffed up, she again giggled, "You really want to?"

Farrel opened his eyes again, staring at Metta, who was shaking her head, with a chuckle.

"Son pranking me, huh? Intentionally said that. Ih sucks!" he said with annoyance.

Then just lower her legs, "Darling, you're such a bitch!"

Then turned his body to the other side, turning his back to his wife who was still giggling.

"Sister ngeselin,"

"El....! Don't be mad, dong." Metta rubbed his arm.

Farrel shook Metta's hand.

"Ih.. keep getting angry!"

"Biarin, who told you to be such a bitch. Saying not yet,"

Metta chuckled, "So this cravings is papa."

"Don't know ahk, sister nyebelin."

Farrell did not answer, he closed his eyes.

Metta again giggled, "Honey...."

Farrel shrugged his shoulders with pursed lips.

"Darling, look here first!"

"No, I'm going to sleep!"

"Abang.." said Metta holding back a laugh, but the little man was already upset.

"Dear baby, it'll be nice."

"Not going to."

"Yes I've come down" Metta got up from the bed and walked past Farrel.

Farrel narrowed his eyes and jerked.

He immediately stood up and pulled Metta who was already approaching the direction of the door.

"Wouldn't you come down like this? Gosh..."

Metta again giggled, "And you're snooping so I'm just going downstairs, cooking."

Farrel looked at Metta from the ground up, "Sonly right?"

He nodded, "Even after you're so adorable, you'll never get angry like this, I'll just want to prank you."

Farrell pressed Metta's body against the wall behind him. "Sister sucks, by wearing clothes like this."

Metta put both his hands on his neck. "really so? Then I'll replace it."

"D-don't!!" sergeant Farrel.

She clasped her hands around Metta's waist, the bright clothes made her want it even more. Showing Metta's body curves are getting tight.

"Darling..so I'm a bitch or not?"

Farrel shook his head, "Now no, I just want to devour it. May it? Our son will be nothing, right?"

Metta nodded, "He'll be happy...."

Not long after, Farrel grabbed Metta's chin and kissed her lips, slowly turning into lu mattan, with his hand slipping through Metta's alcove.

"Dear, relax!"

Farrel glared at him greedily, these few days he held him back, because Metta especially when he was sick, and now the opportunity came, where it might be wasted.

Farrel led Metta into bed, slowly but surely, she was already in his confinement.

Metta opened one by one Farrel's nightgown buttons, while their tongue links remained twisted, the great turmoil they now felt again, and this was the first time they wanted to do so after knowing Metta was pregnant.

"Is it really okay?"

Metta shook his head, "Later to ask the doctor, I think it's okay as long as we're careful."

Farrel nodded, with lips that returned to matt, his hands gently combing inch by inch of Metta's body, then sucked his head on Metta's neck.

He went back down, buried his head into Metta's chest, the transparent shirt made it easy, smacking the round object that was getting tighter due to her pregnancy, while his hands were massing the other round object.

Making Metta jump, hissing by hissing makes their magic rah more peaked, and,

After being satisfied to taste a round object, now he went down further and lower, landing soft kisses on every inch of Metta's body.

Until he was in between the thighs of his wife, Metta who deliberately did not wear anything, he only wears transparent clothes that without under we ar in it.

"Abunkk...El," cried Metta as her husband's tongue danced down there slowly, making himself a mighty fist.

He pressed Farrrel's head until his tongue deepened and danced there.

Stabbed it and occasionally permeated it without any disgust.

"Eeuuggghhh

"El .. aaahhkkk, I want to.aah"

Metta felt his first victory, while Farrel kept driving him even crazier.

"Eeel..ahkkkkk .. stop!"

"Are you ready?"

"She looked doubtful, but also gave a small nod, returning to her husband's lips.

Farrell directs his weapon into the place where it is his home.

" Eeeuughhh .. narrow again dear! Ahhhh..."

Farrel began to move slowly, remembering his wife was pregnant.

"Darling...."

They close themselves together, clutching each other with sweat that begins to flood, representing a rah that rises, slowly but surely, they return to flight, soaring high into space.

The moans and moans are both getting more and more beautiful, adding to the sensation with breath hunting each other.

"Sayang.i want to, aaahhh"

"Aaaaagghh...."

The long howls of the two were heard, so fierce, that they soared as Farrel stomped with a single slow push.

"Darling.. aaaahhh..."

Farrel's body collapsed instantly, beside Metta, with a hunting breath. Her chest is up and down unknowingly.

Metta turned to her husband who was immediately asleep, only a subtle snoring was now heard.

"You must be cape." he said with a cheek peek.

"It must work and also feel the symptoms that usually only women who experience."

Farrel blinked, pulling the body that was still equally innocent of it,

"Sleep" he said, clutching tightly.

Until both of them really fell asleep, when the day was already early in the morning.