Love In Sketches
Second and Third Sessions

Can I ask you again?" Arya's half-whispering speech made Rubby's body crumble. In his gaze the pair of male neutrals, had already darkened like a cloud of cloud. Slowly Rubby nodded, she also wanted her husband's touch back. Both corners of Arya's lips lifted, as fast as lightning he re-inflated Rubby's body until back under his power. There was no rejection from Rubby, instead he pulled the nape of Arya until their lips were fused. There was a second session between them.

And then only Rubby's spoiled voice was heard, now Arya easier to do it on appeal last night.

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Arya rises from the top of Rubby's body shortly after the release, both seem to normalize her breathing. And again, Arya rained down on Rubby's head with her kiss while Rubby rested her head on Arya's chest which still looked wet with sweat. Looks like it's now the safest place for Rubby to lean.

"Mas."

"Yes?"

"Are you ready to have a child or want to put it off?" Rubby asked as she continued to thrust into Arya's arms.

"If it's a problem, I don't want to put it off but I won't force you either. Let's just live as it is, I don't want you to think and feel burdened later." Arya answered while gently rubbing the innocent back of his wife.

"Alright, let time be answered." Timpal Rubby, her understanding husband also turned out. A nosy smile suddenly imprinted on his face. Rubby's hand, which was originally hugging her husband's waist, lifted up and landed on Arya's chest.

"Rubby..."

"Hm..."

"Don't be naughty!" Arya growled as she felt Rubby's flickering fingers playing on her open chest, making abstract writing invisible. Instead of stopping, Rubby's getting. He kissed the chest of the field, even heard the sound of his laughter being held back.

"You're teasing me on purpose?" Ask.

"If so, why? Is it tempting?" Rubby asked back. Arya growled in anxiety. His wife has changed drastically.

"Don't blame me for pouncing on you again." Arya's voice had turned raucous, even with the look of her eyes.

"I'm glad to hear you say, Mom." Reply Rubby with a sensual tone.

Arya smiled slantingly, it seems that his wife is not shy anymore. And there came a third session among the newlyweds, without regard for the rays of the sun that began to peep out of the window. They remain focused on the paradise of the world they inhabit.

Meanwhile downstairs.

Fried rice has been served at the table, there is also bread and various jams there. Mama Dewi has finished arranging everything in help with the waiter. He glanced at the stairs, there was no sign of the child and his son-in-law going down.

"Where are Arya and Rubby? Why hasn't it come down yet? It's seven." It's seven." Mama Dewi muttered. It used to be that after dawn, Rubby would go straight down and help him make breakfast. Mama Dewi sat her body on one of the chairs.

"What are they...." A wide smile rose on the middle-aged woman's face. No doubt the child and his daughter-in-law must be breeding in the room, so they have not come down for breakfast.

"Akhs... They finally did it too! My grandson will soon be growing!" Cheers while clapping.

Mama Dewi then decided to eat breakfast alone, if waiting for the newlyweds to finish could-can his stomach disease relapse.

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