The Love of the Racer
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"Take it out." Jeaven buttressed chin. Her pair of neutrals scanned every move Jesslyn thought was funny. The hazel-pearl woman ate ravenously at Jeaven's cooking without feeling ashamed.

"If I spend it all tomorrow you'll see your wife transformed into a pig" Jesslyn chomped.

Jeaven gave a small smile because of Jesslyn's ridiculous remark. His wife could still say that when all the food on the table was barely left. "It's okay. Whatever it is you're still my wife."

"God! The man's mouth, by the way, is sweet as honey, but the edges are bitter as bile. Tell me you're still my woman's wife, my love, my love, my love, and you want to accept me for who I am without a doubt, but behind you like to flirt when you see sexy women who seduce," cerocos Jesslyn ignored the comma in each of her sentences.

"Are your daddy and my daddy a guy like you said?"

Jesslyn instantly died a flea to say. Jeaven's simple words successfully dropped his perception. He seemed to be consumed by his own words at that very moment. The woman realized that her words were too judgmental for men.

"Unless they both. Daddy Jeffrey and daddy Sean are the ideal husbands for women." Jesslyn corrected her words immediately. And continue to eat his food.

"Slowly eat. I'm not gonna steal it." Jeaven rubbed the corner of Jesslyn's lips against her thumb and ate it. "The proverb says the fruit falls not far from the tree. You must know what it means," said Jeaven, meaning that the father's nature declined to him. Especially those who care about love.

One love alone is enough to fill the cubicle of his heart, so why have two or three even four and five? Jeaven can't.

"Can I trust you?"

"You've known me since I was a kid."

Jesslyn took a drink of water after she finished her eating ritual and said. "But you're very closed."

"I'll be more open now." Jeaven watched Jesslyn no longer touch her spoon and fork. "Happy?"

"Already," Jesslyn replied in a very naive manner. Though the brief question of Jeaven just now contains an implied meaning. "Yeah! You carry me again!" The woman was stunned as her body suddenly no longer stepped on the floor.

"Hmp, Jeav!" Jesslyn pushed Jeaven's chest to stop kissing her. His chest seemed to rise and fall because he was out of breath.

"What's wrong?" Jeaven tried to be patient despite his desire to break the libido.

"Should I serve you while I am still disappointed? I still doubt your feelings."

Still loyal to the half-overlapping position, Jeaven brought her misty netra to stare at Jeaslyn's hazel pearls. "You just follow your heart. If you're comfortable at every touch I enjoy."

"If it's uncomfortable?"

"We tried to comment."

Jesslyn was confused as to what to say. And Jeaven knew that the woman was locked in a dilemma. Until he thinks it's time to help Jesslyn get away from the taste issues. A heart that shakes the soul. Souls who must be invited to dock to the dock. The pier of true love is so beautiful as heaven.

"What do you feel now?" Jeaven is back in action. His hands crept mischievously on the twin mountain of the wife. Playing cute tops with fingertips.

"My body is throbbing," she exclaimed with a whirring breath with a small sigh.

Jeaven is not yet in the loop. Knowing Jesslyn began to be able to welcome his touch he increasingly intensified the game. His own body was also getting hot. His libido has been protesting for justice. Justice will be an outlet of favors in the whirlpool of romance.

The hand moves shrewdly to remove every thread that binds the body. Until the beautiful sculpture looks plain like a baby who first stared at the buana. Skin friction ushers in the vibration of romance signals.

Wrap the quilt undulating ripples as the stocky body inched down to the chest. Jeaven takes an adventurous tongue from the mountainside, climbing up to the pink top.

"Well! Jeav. I-" Jesslyn's lost the word. A touch of spoiled Jeaven takes her flying in a lena. The pleasure of her heart was more unsettling when her breasts were drowning in her husband's oral cavity. While the core crown gate also did not escape from the big fingers that colonize full power.

A feeling like losing a tetiba invites disappointment when Jeaven again pokes from under the blanket. For a moment the man stopped the game and looked at Jesslyn who was already frowning.

"Looking, huh?" goda Jeaven smiled mischievously.

Unwilling to sedja ayu the lover of the heart is blocked from view, Jeaven pulls Jesslyn's hand slowly. "I was bad. Sorry."

"Yes, you're bad. I hate you" Jesslyn said. But it is not in harmony with the impulse of the instinct in which the hand touches a hard object under the blanket that has been pounding his body.

Jeaven stiffened as Jesslyn's little hand moved up and down below. "Snake." He re-informed Jesslyn's sweet-tasting ranum lips on her tongue. Pagutan brutally greeting greeting. Stimulate the desire that is increasingly willing.

"Slowly." Jesslyn reminded him that she was pregnant.

"I know." Jeaven kissed Jesslyn's stomach and tried to get her child to interact. "Daddy wants to see you. Don't throw Daddy out, yeah."

Jesslyn giggles at being funny at Jeaven's behavior, which she thinks is very different from what she was. "When have you been able to joke, Jeav?" She was very sure, her husband was not a typical human who likes to joke in everyday life. The man was also very unskilled in expression. But since marriage, significant changes are felt today.

Jeaven responded to Jesslyn's comments with a smile and began to position hers ready to be invited to visit the fetus. Slowly, he treated his women as much as possible with care.

"Hm." Jesslyn stiffens as Jeaven successfully unites the body.

"illness?"

"Little."

"Continue, huh?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Jeaven began to move his body, invite the idol to spin the pleasure of the taste. It's beautiful if every touch is wrapped in love's silk. The silk of love is bound under the sacred promise of real marriage.

This time the taste of romance feels different. There was no alcohol or stimulant among them. The romance that happens is really done consciously and like each other.

"Jea."

"Yes, honey."

"Above."

Understand with Jesslyn's will, Jeaven pulled the woman's body to move to a position of holding, moving back and frowning. The atmosphere of the room is increasingly made hot by passion competing with each other to satisfy.

The souls of the two felt like they were flying with the breath of love. Achieving peerless heavenly favors. They are lulled in the sweetness of the honey-cuan-cuan that intoxicates the soul.

"Racid?" Jeaven paused for a moment then rained down on Jesslyn's smooth shoulder which still sank the face in the recess of her neck. The woman was still limp after Jeaven managed to make her gulp down the peak of favors many times.

"Yes." Yeah."

"I haven't."

Jesslyn immediately drew face and looked at the doubt of Jeaven. "Is it still a long time?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Oh my God .. It's been 1 hour. Can you poke me."

"If you're tired, just shut up like a doll." Jeaven put Jesslyn to sleep and returned to action.

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