The Love of the Widower
Chapter Twenty Six

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It doesn't matter if my body is stretched, the important thing is that my son is healthy. I got up and put Damian to bed in his baby box.

I walked over to the wardrobe to store all my and Vincent's belongings. I took off the dress I was wearing after taking a shower, then took out a lingerie I just bought.

Tonight I want to give Vincent a surprise, I will make him satisfied and make Vincent even more crazy about me.

After a while, Vincent came out of the bathroom and only wore a towel around his waist. My eyes were completely out of focus when I saw the bottom between my legs. My eyes are really me*um, but that's how I am, can't resist the desire now.

Perhaps the hormone of breastfeeding makes us more expressive and passionate.

Vincent suddenly grabbed me, he rolled his eyes ignorant, he already knew what I wanted.

"Tonight I'll make you shout my name, baby." Vincent kissed my forehead, then kissed it down to my eyes, right cheeks and left.

Cup, cup, cup.

My whole face did not escape the sweep of his lips, the last Vincent pursed his lips to mine, frowning gently and tracing my oral cavity with a tongue dancing in there.

Vincent is really good at kissing.

Vincent's right hand was already playing on my chest, soft bru*s a pretty big chewy mound. Besides because I'm also breastfeeding, my chest is bigger than the average woman out there.

My mouth was rummaging out a distinctive sound when Vincent kissed and sucked my neck. Provides a sensation of pleasure and pain at the same time when Vincent bit him.

I don't know how long we do for play, suddenly we've been equally innocent, he said, it seems like our passion has been so passionate that my hands and Vincent have already thrown away the lingerie I wear and Vincent's towel.

"Lita, you are the precious woman of my life, thank you for giving birth to a handsome son for me, believe me if I really love you, and I hope you are too," whispered Vincent before he put his.

"I love you so much too, Vincent!"

With a single jolt, Vincent's possession had gone perfectly inside, feeling very full. Understandably because Vincent almost never absent entered me every night after having to fast for approximately 40 days after giving birth. It seems like it has become a basic necessity for us, especially Vincent and will be careless if last night the man did not do it.

But sometimes Vincent also knows that I'm tired when Damian's fussy all day. The point in this relationship is mutual trust and understanding.

I sometimes feel sorry if I can not obey the wishes and desires of Vincent, even though I am tired, but I myself feel very happy to be able to serve my husband with a longing tenderness.

Like this afternoon Vincent moved his body at a moderate tempo, enjoying this body with sweat dripping down his temple.

Many times I shouted his name, and it also made my husband more excited.

We combine love with each other to provide unparalleled pleasure. After almost an hour Vincent finally let out a long groan when he reached the heaven of the world.

Likewise with me who also felt flying into the clouds. It was fortunate that Damian was already full, so he was not bothered by our voices.

"Thank you, baby." Vincent kissed my lips softly. Then dropped his body beside me while his hand still touched my stomach.

She held her arms and kissed my back many times. This feeling of love is truly for my husband.