Not as Dirty as a Black Rose
Roses 26

It's okay, Rose. You guys are married. If this experiment results in pregnancy, no one will blame you.

The son immediately rose from his lying position, steadily he laid the Rose's back on a pile of pillows. The Rose's chest thumped violently as the Son's huge body loomed over him. The man locked his gaze into the eyes of the Rose and tucked one of his hands into the nape of the Rose so that the girl's fine feathers bristled. The rose watched anxiously as the Son's lips slowly descended upon his face, the gentle sweep of the man's lips above his lips had ignited a sense of heat that quickly spread all over his body. The rose could feel one hand of the Son stroking his waist and continuing down to his thigh, the girl gasped as the warm feeling of the Son's hand rubbed against her thighs. Her short nightgown did not prevent the Son's hand from stroking upward until it touched the fringes of the lacy Rose CD.

The gentle movements of the Son's lips turned pressing and forced the lips of the Rose to open. The rose groaned softly as the son's lid*h infiltrated in and explored the inside of his mouth. The son let out a voice like a growl when he felt the warmth and sweetness of his wife's mouth. My son has never experienced this feeling in his entire life. Maybe because he tried very hard to make the Roses happy, maybe because he was waiting long enough to have the Roses completely. Whatever it is he does not care, because now the Son experiences the explosions of passion that he has not felt for a long time. No one knows that deep down in his heart the Son longs for moments like these.

"Your rose is very sweet" muttered the Son among his kisses.

The rose jumped in shock as the Son's hand slipped behind his inner cel*na, frantically the Rose grabbed the Son's wrist and tried to pull it away.

"Please, Son, don't."

"Quiet darling. Relax it's okay, I won't hurt you." The son whispered softly in the Rose's ear and kissed the neck under the ear of the girl. The rose gasped at the sensation of pleasure she had just known, she moved her head back so that the Son could freely explore her neck.

The two hands of the Rose clutched tightly onto the Son's shoulder, the girl was so tense by the cradle of the Son's lips on her neck. With great care not to make the Rose surprised, the Son slowly moved his finger. Slowly the Rose felt a warm sensation emanating from the area of its weak point radiating to its stomach and the sensation swirled there. Then the sensation turned into a vibration that alternated.

The rose began to glow, its body trembling at every jolt that catapulted it high. He could not remember anything, only one name echoed in his heart, Son. The girl unconsciously shouted the name of the Son when she was no longer strong enough to withstand the pleasure sensation that the Son introduced to her.

When his body relaxed again after his first sensation. The rose opened its eyes and found itself holding firmly on the Son's body. The mixture of confusion and fear makes the Roses roll into the corner of the bed while looking at the Son.

I can't control my body. Oh my God, what happened to me?

The Son understood what the Rose was feeling. With strong arms the Son grabbed the body of the Rose and grabbed the girl regardless of rejection.

"Ssttt. It's okay, I'm always there for you. Trust me." in a gentle voice the Son tried to calm the tense and confused Rose.

Slowly the stiff body of the girl softened as if it had decayed in the arms of the Son. The rose wrapped her arms around the belly of the Son. The warmth of the Son's body began to surround and it felt so comfortable.

"I'm afraid of the Son. Does that feel like it? Tell me the truth."

The son released the Rose from his embrace and clasped his hand tightly.

"I told you, didn't I? It feels a little different but the warmth is almost similar."

"I'm scared."

"What's wrong, we'll wait until you're not scared anymore."

"Hem."

Slowly the Son laid the body of the Rose and covered it, then he lay down and looked at the Rose.

"Tumben wears a nightgown like this."

"Huh, don't talk about it." replied the embarrassed Rose.

Shame on my son to know he's like that because he's angry. Real angry. It might be true what the man said, if he was jealous.

"Hmmm, is your son sleepy?" ask Roses.

"Yet, why?"

"Can I sleep near you?"

"Can I hold you?" The son asked the rose.

"I'm glad you want to sleep near me." Son's smile

The rose shifts slowly, while the Son stretches out his arms and pulls the Rose up to him. The rose rests its head on the Son's shoulder with the face facing the Son's neck, next to his arm placed on the Son's chest.

With a happy heart the Son clasped the body of the Rose tightly and swore never to let go.

"How does it feel to sleep hugged like this?" tanga Putra was curious because she noticed the eyes of the closed Rose while she wore a smile on her lips.

"Very good."

"Enak? That only?"

The laughter of the Roses broke.

"You really want to know?" accidentally Rose moved her finger rubbing the Son's chest.

The rose does not know that the movement of his finger can re-ignite the passion of the Son.

"Don't tease me Rose."

The son groaned in his heart trying to hold back the burst of passion that had re-embraced him. Son still wants to kiss and m*mbu Roses. Even do more than that. The son wants to do all the things he often dreams of while wrestling with the passion of seeing the blanket of the Rose unfold.

"Tempting how the hell?" ask a plain rose.

It was frustrating for the Son to see his wife's sinless face. Without answering the Rose question, the Son immediately silenced b*b*r Roses, Roses that still feel unusual sensations in him, as if resigned to let the Son do anything to him

Slowly but surely the Son's hand landed perfectly on his wife's two beautiful objects. The thin dress with spaghetti straps made it easier for the Son's hands to expose the beautiful area. Satisfied on the lips of his wife, the lips of the Son began to descend to the neck of the Rose level, the hands of the Son again did not remain silent as if not willing to let the organ empty, the man nimblely pulled the cel*na in that from his crown.

"Son stop! I'm scared."

Ancur has it all. The son swallowed his saliva with great difficulty.

"Sleep." The son rubbed the Rose's hair and kissed the girl's forehead before they went to sleep.

Damnit damnit!

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