The Passion of Love of the President
CHAPTER 48 - Not First

After some time was always hampered, even had to steal the opportunity to embrace Zia, now Mikhail has an indisputable freedom. Yes, Kanaya no longer has power like yesterday, however Mikhail the winner.

"If she's tired, don't force her, don't forget that Zia has been a prick from far away, Mikhail."

"And she's my wife, Ma, free dong... Why is Mama banned?"

Mikhail rolled his eyes lazily, seeing the behavior of his son who prepared milk, honey and chicken eggs after dinner obviously Kanaya was worried.

"But not so, Mikhail! Your wife is pregnant, do not equate like the first night of other couples," said Kanaya well, after all why should she do that even though Mikhail is healthy and even very healthy.

Mikhail let out a rough sigh, really disturbing. Though previously he had made sure Kanaya had entered the room, why also the mother still met him in the kitchen this time.

"What difference? After all what's wrong if I want to give an unforgettable experience to Zia? Mama entered the room there, sedu Papa if he is still strong," he said casually then continue his activities, Kanaya who heard it is not even out of thought now.

"What experience? I don't think you forced Zia once, and it's even more than unforgettable!" Kanaya pressed down on every sentence, seeing Zia she was actually pitying.

The boy is still very, very young, the future is still long but damaged because of his son's crazy naf*su. If only he was Zia's family, maybe Mikhail would have him imprisoned first.

"Hahaha who is forcing, we do it on the basis of liking .. already there, Mama just come in, this is for the health of this most handsome son of Mama."

Why that? Of course Mikhail's misses are already mountainous. The last time he felt it was one week before the accident, and after he found Zia the man was determined not to do it before Zia officially became his wife.

"Mama's just worried, Khail, not forbid.he's your wife, you know, you have time."

"Mama thinks I'll how? There's no way I'm beating him out of breath" said Mikhail in self-defense, a little annoyed that Kanaya had not yet passed while the mainstay potion was almost ready.

"If she gets to your wretched Mama's flush hot water, Mikhail!!" threatening Kanaya half-cried as her son passed by carrying a glass of hereditary potion that the men believed to be durable.

Those who are newlyweds but Kanaya who is tight-fisted. Understand how her son is, and it's definitely not going to be much different from her own husband. Just thinking about it Kanaya was already goosebumps.

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Leaving Kanaya still loyal to her worries, Mikhail was now slowly stepping into his room. Actually he wanted to spend when in the kitchen, but the presence of Kanaya made him choose to go to the room faster.

Chequelek

"You've been waiting for him?"

His wife had not fallen asleep, her position was still the same as when he left a few minutes ago. Zia was too obedient as it seemed, she was still sitting on the edge of the bed and playing her fingers, for some reason since she had been nervous about making it.

"No," Zia replied briefly, her eyes already fixed on the medium-sized glass that Mikhail was carrying.

"You drink milk? Malem-malem like?" zia asked fishing, hoping it was just plain milk.

"Yes, you want to?" bargain Mikhail with his thin grin.

"No."

"I-I can sleep now?"

Zia who felt her life was threatened tried to show her tiredness. Too bad, Mikhail who had missed him that much might allow him to be free tonight.

"Who said? After having tormented me for months with longing... You think you can go off tonight, Zia? Don't dream, honey."

Zia's guess was right, Mikhail wanted it and what he said before dinner he was really charging now.

Mikhail looked at him fixedly, the man threw away the blanket and bolsters that would otherwise be annoying. His sneaky smile had already answered clearly what he wanted, the quivering Zia Mikhail could see but she did not care.

"But Mama said I don't get tired, it'll be stuffy...." Not yet finished he spoke, Mikhail covered Zia's mouth with his fingers.

"No, we're not swimming in the ocean, Zia .. I'll take you back flying over the clouds, don't reject me... You miss it too don't you?" The vast amount of seduction, the soft voice that Zia had not heard for a long time, the voice that she used to emit when she wanted Zia at night, now came back she heard so dizzy.

"B-but I want to brush my teeth first .. My mouth smells of fish," said Zia slightly pushing Mikhail's body closer than before, a momentary escape but indeed he really wanted to brush his teeth.

Mikhail laughed discordantly, but he did not smell the strange scent of his wife. Zia was too much, he thought.

A few moments later, he was still patient. Mikhail had even finished his magic potion. Several times staring at his reflection in the mirror, Mikhail was admiring his good looks.

Not forgetting the lips that always hummed as if the happiest man, Mikhail also sprayed perfume on some parts of his body to make Zia fascinated.

Not the first, but the preparation is good. And now his eyes are on the bathroom, his wife is done and it's a time he's always been a long time.

Zia was still a few meters away from the bed, she had already welcomed him and was now eroding the distance without a cue. Grabbing Zia's neck to make the woman aghast shocked by an impromptu attack on the lips of her husband.

"I really miss you, Zia." The man looked at his wife with eyes already covered in the mist of romance, a myriad of longings he wanted to express and release tonight.

Not so slow but trying carefully, Mikhail carried Zia's tube and then stepped onto the bed. Having no other choice, refusing was also free and now the wife resigned to give her free space for Mikhail to do anything to her.

"Don't open," hold Zia when Mikhail was about to let go of his pajamas, his enlarged and un-slim stomach used to make Zia embarrassed for a moment.

"Why?" mikhail asked later, his passion was already on top of the crown, and Zia was taking issue with this little thing.

"I'm ashamed," he replied later, of himself like this Mikhail had never seen in its entirety, and to Zia this was a little embarrassing.

"I want to see her, she's mine, too, Zia."

The man silenced his wife by burying his lips so that Zia could not refuse any more with words. Not forgetting the fingers that had been crammed into the core of Zia, Mikhail smiled when the area was more and more demolished.

The beautiful voice that often escaped his wife's lips increasingly made his own increasingly crowded, until in the end Mikhail was unable to hold back longer when the longing was at its peak.

Narrowly, Mikhail still felt the same sensation as the first time. It is certain that Zia only played with him, parted a few months and was treated well by a man who was quite handsome in fact did not make Zia tempted and still chose Mikhail as her partner.

"You're still the same, it's hard, Zia." Mikhail closed his eyes, Zia's rapprochement down there made his mind go crazy.

Not the first union, but nothing has changed and Mikhail's deeper love is gushing at this time. Lenguhhan and desahhan both unite to meet the atmosphere of the night that is now slowly becoming quiet, slowly, the ceiling of the room that Mikhail often looks at when he imagines Zia is now looking back at Mikhail who is enjoying the honey of love is amazing candlestick.

Tbc