Married Little Princess Bestie
52. Husband-wife Relations

Repeatedly, without shame or hesitation, Riswan dared to show their fondness. In the kitchen when Binar tried to focus on showing off the cuisine. At the dinner table after or before eating. In the study room, and every household. A more frequent bombardment of a kiss is *****.

The long-time wild sparkle was not willing to reject it either. He was always lulled to hear Riswan's compliments on his filling body.

"I've never fucked a woman who was seven months pregnant, Binar," like that Riswan said every time he wanted to steal her beer.

Had to dare to admit Binar indeed, that compared to his age, Riswan is more than mighty. The energy doesn't go out easily. The man was also adept at making him feel so much loved and rejuvenated by their play.

Riswan never hesitated to ask permission or just ask, 'is it permissible to hold?' or 'what's good?' things that make Binar always curious about the action of the man next. Especially in a big pregnancy, sometimes they need to be extra careful so that the twins remain calm.

Like this time, for example. Riswan did a crazy inspection down there with his lips. Licking, pressing, even going around in circles. With a straightforward tongue, he grew more vigorous each time the howls of Binar filled the entire room.

The woman looked up. His two hands gripped the corner of the table, while his two legs were wide open. Every now and then Riswan's desk sounds his squeak. The object also cannot stand the writhing felt by Binar.

"Uncle.." he whimpered. A mention that made the man instantly speechless. Making Binar who was in the fog of lust was forced to steal the face of Riswan who was covered in his distended stomach.

Binar looked down at Riswan. Her slippery lips clenched in annoyance with the call of Binar just now. The thing that makes the woman anxious and tempted to lift a kiss.

"Mas, right?" the whisper was right in front of Riswan.

The man pulled the nape of Binar, a soft organ in Riswan's oral cavity that obscured his teeth. Before long the man who was impatient about making out was carrying the body of Binar. Put the left hand on the waist as a support, while the right is tucked behind the knees of Binar.

Binar's heart was pounding incoherently as Riswan led him into the living room. Lay the Binar on the main sofa before stripping the remaining fabric that is still attached.

"If the waiter hears how?" worried Binar clumsily with her perfect body without clothes.

Riswan pulled the strands of his own body cover before crawling on to Binar, "It's midnight, honey, at best just a butler passes by. He's thirsty sometimes."

"How come you memorized it?"

Riswan chuckled crisply, "He stayed in this house longer than you, Binar. Don't be jealous of her."

Among the darkness that was only infested by the porch lights, the couple looked at each other. Although every day do not just once twice, but the heartbeat of Binar can not ignore nervousness. Especially when Riswan's shrewd fingers twisted the top of his chest, Binar could not pretend to be calm.

"If the twins were born I could be crazier, Binar," the man lamented as he looked at his body, and as soon as the kiss began to rain down on Binar's stomach, then the time had come.

Riswan rose slowly, which of course, the longer the faster. Binar who basically did not care even if the roar of pleasure woke up the entire village. He called out to Riswan repeatedly in unity.

"Mas Riswan," his half-closed and open eyes made Binar's mouth agape. No matter how many times he reached the top, he never got bored.

"Yes?" said the man still with his activities, "I was taking medicine, sweetheart.so..."

Their sweat began to fall. Their voices turned into an unclear conjecture. An end that does not mean ending everything is closed with convulsions from the bodies of two human beings.

"I love you, Binar," and having become such a sacred culture after romance, Riswan never forgot to whisper the word between his breaths, "Thank you, darling."

***

Not because grateful or happy with the departure of Greg Darmawangsa, but the main house does feel brighter and more lively after his departure. Perhaps the impact of the intimacy of the master, who everywhere always a little swipe before sighing at each other.

Long time the servants employed there are not disturbed because of it. It's mundane. It's not as exciting as the first time they've had their love affair in a greenhouse, or study, or sometimes a front garden. Their bodies could automatically blur when he heard the mark.

Consider it a newlywed, so the butler said to his troops.

The young master tries to let go of the sadness, so let the young lady calm down, and other words that may sound more polite or very wild.

And of course their patience all brings results. After one week, Riswan returned to take care of business. There may be Adrian's intervention who continues to complain about his duties piling up every day. Clearly, Binar is very happy that Riswan wants to start life again.

Private dinar seemed busy running to and fro, the whole kitchen he plumbed. The more here, the butler has no duty, so do the chefs who only watch.

"The head waiter can rest until the twins are born yes," said Binar while sowing salt, pepper, and sugar coolly, "I've spoken to Riswan mas, it's quieter if they're under the stewardship of the butler."

The woman was silent and did not answer. There might be some relief tearing down his conscience. Binar understood, maybe he had also not met family in his hometown for a long time.

"There's no need to rush back here either. Not to drive out or how but..."

The hug of the butler silenced Binar said. The stiff-faced woman who had always been made flat with no expression was clutching her tightly. As a matter of gratitude he kept chanting.

"From today I want to break the rules too. I'll call Ms. Minah by name rather than by the butler."

Glass coated his eye bead. The woman's self-defense broke even though it remained painstakingly hidden. Binar gave a warm smile, his eyes now circulating to each of the chefs watching.

"On the chef, mas Riswan already has plans to shift his focus to the company. There is a new business that Riswan wants to start and will immediately submit a proposal of cooperation to your agency," said Binar firmly, he seemed charismatic with his style that now switches to cutting vegetables.

"I'm just asking for one favor" she said, pacing the stove and refrigerator, "This afternoon Adrian's wife and their son are coming, so I hope you're cooking a special menu for the last time."

They looked at each other for a moment before giving a hug. They are ready to do their best for their little boss. The laughter broke after him. Binar never thought that friendships could still be so warm even outside school.

Shortly after, the newly awakened Riswan looks towards the kitchen approaching Binar. A friendly kiss on the forehead makes the entire human who was first there enough to know themselves to move. Riswan steals some food that Binar cooks, and as planned, the man wants to bring the provisions of the cuisine of his beloved wife.