Not Just an Obsession
Chapter 83: Warming Up

Fifteen minutes later.

Hesron came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.

He saw Zhinta lying on the bed with a blanket covering her body.

With the look of an eye that kept staring at Zhinta with a savage gaze, Hesron walked over to the bed.

Seeing Hesron's savage gaze on him, Zhinta swallowed his saliva roughly, his heartbeat already beating indistinctly.

"Are you ready?" Hesron asked as he arrived beside Zhinta.

Zhinta nodded her head as her hands gripped tightly against the blanket.

THE SREEEEET... With a single pull Hesron pulled the blanket that covered Zhinta's body.

Hesron's eyes rounded immediately to see the appearance of Zhinta's body which Zhinta had covered with a blanket. It turned out that Zhinta had opened her pajamas and left only the cover of two mounds of flesh and the triangle of the cover cloth of Mbak Vera.

"Don't look at me like that! I'm ashamed!" Zhinta protested while pulling her blanket again, but Hesron held her back and threw her on the floor instead.

"This is what you mean by preparation, huh?" Ask Hesron. His eyes did not stop staring at Zhinta's body.

"I love your preparation, baby! I don't think you should buy lingerie, because I'd rather see you like this." Said Hesron again.

Blushes. Zhinta's face harrumphed in embarrassment at Hesron's words.

And seeing the appearance of Zhinta's body, it clearly makes Mas Jaka more struggling and inclinations.

Hesron, who could not resist the upheaval of Mas Jaka, went up to the bed and overcame Zhinta's body.

"Son..." Lirih Zhinta as Hesron overstretched his body.

"From now on don't call me by my name." Hesron Protests.

"Then what do you want me to call you?"

"Call me 'My husband' and I'll call you 'My wife'." Answer Hesron.

Zhinta who was already nervous about holding Mas Jaka's head down there could only nod her head.

"Yes my husband." Answer Zhinta.

"I can't stand it anymore. Let's do it now." Hesron.

Hesron also landed his lips on Zhinta's lips and melu*mat soft sweet lips.

Zhinta closed her eyes and wrapped her hands around Hesron's neck and replied to you*Hesron's lip service.

Lu*the former softness is getting fiercer and hotter. Hesron's hand could no longer be conditioned and felt Zhinta's back to open the clasp covering two mounds of Zhinta's flesh.

Because Hesron's hand was not a professional hand, the hook was rather difficult for Hesron to open.

Because it was difficult to open, Hesron also removed his lip link with Zhinta's lips.

"This is how the hell open it!" Dumel Hesron's.

"Let me open this." Reply Zhinta.

Crack. The hook is open.

"Don't use this thing again when you're with me!" Hesron's grouse was upset. He was upset because he felt his self-esteem fell because he could not open the cover hooks of two mounds of meat even though the atmosphere was hot.

Hesron also pulled the cover of two mounds of meat which he thought was an object of destructive mood in any direction.

His sense of urgency suddenly erupted as soon as Hesron saw two mounds of meat that were plastered in front of him.

"Don't look like that! I'm ashamed!" Zhinta protested and was about to cover the two mounds of plain meat with his hands. But again and again Hesron held Zhinta's hand.

Without further ado, Hesron directly devoured one of the inexhaustible flesh with his mouth as his tongue occasionally twisted a small piece of meat growing on top of the mound and alternately, alternately, Hesron devoured the two inexhaustible mounds of flesh.

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