Most Beautiful Khilafat
The Most Beautiful Conversation Chapter 35.

At ten o'clock in the morning the couple had woken up from their sleep. Zayn commented on the smile when he found Zahira's face still stuck to his chest, Zahira's distended stomach was attached to his waist.

Although his head still felt a little dizzy, but Zayn tried to soften it. It will also disappear by itself.

"Help don't be tight baby, the baby will be clamped." said Zayn while pinching Zahira's nose is anxious, he shuffled a little to make room for Zahira's stomach is not too depressed by it.

"No, it's the baby who asked" Zahira replied with a smile.

"When? Masa' said the same Mama doang? Same Dad no, choose love." Zayn threw away his face while puffing his cheeks.

"Hehehe... You're jealous, aren't you?" zahira's laughter filled the room, then she got out of bed and tied her hair with rubber.

Before leaving the room, Zahira entered the bathroom first. He washed his face and brushed his teeth clean and fragrant.

"Why wash your face? Not showered?" asked Zayn shortly after catching up with Zahira.

"Lazy, no shower is beautiful, right?" seloroh Zahira carved a smile, then left the bathroom first.

Seeing Zahira's enormous spiciness, Zayn shook his head while shuffling his own hair. There's a truth to what his wife said, no shower is okay, Zahira remains beautiful in his eyes.

After Zahira's departure, Zayn quickly undressed and flushed his body under the shower. After that he came out and put on clean clothes and followed Zahira to the kitchen.

Instantly Zayn's eyes narrowed as he caught Zahira's egg-shaking presence, it was not usual for Zahira to do this. Wh-wh-what for?

"Bikin what the fuck, baby? Come here, let me help!" zayn said as he grabbed the glass in Zahira's hand.

"No, let me!" push Zahira to hold the glass in her hand.

"Capek loh, it shakes it up until it expands, right?" reply Zayn.

"Yes, let the busa much." said Zahira while continuing to beat the egg.

After the egg expands to fill the glass, Zahira immediately heats the water that has been mixed with tea. A moment after boiling, he then poured the tea into a glass. Not to forget also Zahira added sweetened condensed milk and a little squeeze of lime to eliminate the fishy smell.

"Nih, special egg tea for my beloved husband" said Zahira as she placed the glass in front of Zayn.

"Try first to know special or not," Zayn replied as if underestimating the ability of his wife.

"Yes, try it. If it's not good, throw it out!" ketus Zahira with pursed lips, then returned to the kitchen to prepare food. Said breakfast but it's late, said lunch but speed. Whatever it is, the point is to be able to eat.

At exactly eleven o'clock, Zahira turned off the stove and arranged his cooking on the table. Instantly his eyes narrowed to find the empty egg tea glass in front of Zayn.

"Kc... It turned out that the glass was leaking," Zahira replied with a mocking smile.

"Hm... Looks like you have to buy a new glass," Zayn said withholding laughter. So good is Zahira's egg tea, the glass was slippery with foam.

Zahira throbbed with her eyes staring hard. "Eatya do not underestimate the ability of the wife, tomorrow-tomorrow buy alone in the stall. Don't ever ask to be made again!" pissed Zahira.

"Hehe... Don't do it baby, made by the wife it feels more delicious." flattering Zayn released laughter.

"Kanda how dear, time' entered the heart that is? Just let the others be good" Zayn pulled out Zahira's hand and sat his wife on her lap.

"After Zayn, I'm angry again." Zahira growled with a murderous look.

"Just be angry, want to see how strong this distended woman is angry with her husband." jeloroh Zayn tightly gripped his wife's body. His hands moved to the surface of Zahira's chest, which was now round and full, while his lips sank at Zahira's nape. Zayn blew it slowly, his warm breath making Zahira's rome feather stand tall.

"Zayn.." de*sah Zahira with breath stuck in throat. He squirmed so that his butt accidentally swiped Zayn's.

Zayn squinted his eyes, then opened them again and let out a heavy sigh. Zahira could feel something stuck in her ass.

"Zayn.." murmured Zahira knitted her eyebrows.

"Hehe... Wanted dear," said Zayn grinning showing his row of teeth are very neat.

"What the hell? Eat first, what time is it?" zahira firmly moved from Zayn's lap.

"But it's already high voltage, baby. Yes torturing her own husband," complained Zayn with pale face, his frown holding back the already peaked li*bido.

"Who is torturing? Eat first, then think about it." said Zahira while sitting opposite Zayn.

"But I want it now, baby. Please, it's okay here too." Zayn got up from his seat and lowered his trousers, Zahira's eyes immediately round to see Zayn's veined staff pointing at him.

"Damor..." Zahira shut her mouth holding back a laugh.

"Don't marry me, baby, will you? Otherwise, I would have to play solo in the bathroom." Zayn raised his pants again and turned around to step into the bathroom.

"Yes, yes, but on the couch." Zahira was forced to nod, have a wife why do I have to play solo? Could lose dong Zahira.

Hearing the wife's answer, a thin grin curled at the corner of Zayn's lips. With big strides, he quickly approached Zahira and carried her to the sofa.

Zayn's insanity arises when Zahira's body is plain without a thread. Her bloated stomach and round breasts looked so sexy in Zayn's eyes.

Without warning Zayn quickly melu*mat lips Zahira. The two sucked at each other, twisted their tongues and exchanged saliva.

Then Zayn went down to bite Zahira's neck, salty sweat sweet on Zayn's tongue.

Satisfied with making a few traces of possession, Zayn went down again and squeezed both of Zahira's chewy mounds and devoured them and bit the small brownish pink breastplate.

"Aaugh.." de*sah Zahira enjoys the taste that somehow, all over her body goosebumps pervading Zayn's game.

Then Zayn asked Zahira to sit on his stomach. With red blushing cheeks, Zahira nodded weakly and positioned herself on Zayn's boneless flesh.

"Aaakh.." de*sah Zahira as Zayn's property slowly enters into his core.

Not only once, Zahira actually did not stop mende*sah when his hips began to swing freely. It feels so good, Zahira really drunk kepayang made. Especially when Zayn's hips swing from down there. Zahira's missing eye beads arise as screams of pleasure are leaping out of his mouth.