The Past of the President
I like the maximum

"Capek, right? want a drink or a pijitin?" asked Richard while lifting Ameera's leg up on the sofa in his villa after a walk and a little control of the bookkeeping held by his sister Aliyah while learning to handle the help of Mr. Bagas.

"Pijitin used to drink and eat!" said Ameera who felt her legs were so sore to withstand the burden of her growing belly.

"Busyet, who is pregnant with a lot of her requests, let alone?" richard rubbed Ameera's chin, smiling at her husband's complaints because of the many requests.

Richard willingly fulfilled all the requests Ameera took scowl and rubbed her smooth white smooth smooth smooth smooth smooth legs because never one bit in the open always closed if not in front of her own husband.

Richard seemed to have just seen the inside of his wife's body when everything was already in his possession but in the daytime it all felt so tempting.

"Darling, wait a minute."

"Where are you going?"

"You're locking the door!" richard sprinted up the stairs and down.

Soon climbed up again and returned to the side Ameera sat down, then opened her shirt and pants with hot and sultry reasons, put it on the back of the sofa.

"Sleeping in my room while taking a break from the view during the day seems good also from the bed" wooed Richard as he slowly pulled Ameera's hand and kissed her and led her to the villa's room.

"Well, you're not busy in the office anymore? how can you leave responsibility?"

"There's Benny with Hanna there most if you need to be sure they're telephon, you're also part of my responsibility right? so I'd rather be here with you as well as our hero." Richard rubbed the stomach of Ameera who was sitting down taking the AC remote.

Ameera was singing her lips to listen to Richard's classic reason, feeling surprised even lately Richard was so eager to ask for his ration even though every night was also always not absent even the morning still likes to ask for additional, this afternoon also seemed to have shown a signal in that direction.

Ameera was afraid that it was a disease that had to be dealt with and the question was it normal to have sex as often as he was Richard? if you have to ask the same Richard was afraid of being offended because he was also not disturbed as long as it was delicious and comfortable not to interfere with his pregnancy.

"Rich I was sleepy like I was going to eat something first but later ah, anyway want to sleep an hour."

"I also take a break and turn on the phone to calm down."

"Kok matain mobile all? what if someone needs it?"

"It is precisely I who want to be there need to be the same You Dear," said Richard while rubbing Ameera's stomach that squeaks and controls her lips.

Ameera knows her husband wants her, there is a sense of kangen sleeping in this villa of her dreams because since Ameera is pregnant rarely stay the most rest just run out see Agrowisata and control to his office.

"Mas, what are you doing?"

"Kok still asked, didn't I lock the door and turn on the phone?"

Ameera smiled at Richard's habit of always being so unwilling that anyone would bother her the least if she was with him, whoever she wanted family, friends, relationships, let alone work.

The pleasure of her husband became the pleasure of Ameera as well, making love and spilling affection together with a husband and wife affection party at the height of the villa with the window open in the wind of the air Peak does bring a wonderful romantic feel.

There is always and always the romance Richard shows Ameera at all times.

"Darling you don't feel anything? richard said shortly after releasing the pagutan on Ameera's lips.

"No, just feeling the desire" said Ameera as she stroked her husband's chest with a gentle swab.

"In a moment, darling, fear not maximal foreplay, so later when penetration feels good and you do not feel too tight."

"Usually you like the overcrowded Rich?"

"But you're a little sick, right?" richard said as his hands began to picnic toward the sensitive point of his wife.

Ameera did not answer again resigned to everything her husband did. Just******* is like spiciness coming out of his mouth and occasionally Richard covers those lips with a summary of his mouth.

The daytime project began, with Richard carefully doing all his favorite things while occasionally kissing the same lip Ameera again stinged, Ameera's hands guarding her stomach afraid her husband was pressing her too much.

With his spirit Richard gave satisfaction to his wife and satisfied himself like a hero who was again at war and finally Richard won the game.

Richard was formidable extraordinary and Ameera needed excellent stamina at all times, to the limit of his ability finally Richard managed to complete his spirit pump catapulted his maximum weapon shooting right at the target area.

Richard let out a powerful bellow, feeling the drift as the release of his mighty peak point

"Arrrrrrgh .. Dear thank you, nikmaaaat very."

Richard went down and lay down beside Ameera after he kissed her again as an infinite thank you.

Richard stroked Ameera's distended stomach and kissed her many times, still drenched in sweat from each pore.

"Papa kangen very much with You Son, so Papa look at you continue to let the road later in time smoothly yes" said Richard on the stomach Ameera which is aimed at the biological fetus.

"Rich you still feel good when it comes to relationships when my stomach is blocked?" ameera said as she stroked Richard's head which was now on his chest.

"Why not darling? I enjoy just a crybaby man and many reasons to say that connecting with a pregnant wife is not good!" richard answered while releasing the brownish buds on his wife's chest that started to come out and so blossomed from his mouth.

Richard again took a sip of pleasure on his wife's chest and Ameera smiled at him. There is a strange gelanyar that propagates through his nerves may be like that the inner relationship of a wife to her husband and child later if it has been breastfeeding.

Ameera stroked the hair of her sleeping husband hugging his stomach with his face on his cleavage - one of Richard's favorites since they were married, after being satisfied with his relationship, Richard had to sleep on the cleavage of Ameera and because of Ameera's habit also became accustomed.

Why is it so good to sleep like that? richard answered that thirst was in front of him.

Although sleepy Ameera could not sleep if it had not cleaned itself, but Richard who slept soundly stuck on his chest would wake up if he moved. Ameera simply enjoyed the warm breath of her husband's nose and mouth on her exhausted chest after the battle.

It has entered the early nine months of pregnancy the doctor estimates are bi-weekly again, meaning two more weeks Himself and Richard will soon be Papa and Mama for the champion.

Richard, who was stroked by his hair, grew more slender and drowned his face in the warmth of Ameera's chest, while Ameera felt sore and shifted her husband's face because he wanted to wake up.

"Rich darling slide a little I pegel nih want to go back!" ameera said slowly.

"Richard woke up in shock and red eyes.

"Oh, geez I'm sorry baby I hurt you huh? Let me help you carefully."

Ameera wakes up sideways to Richard's help.

"Rich wears pants and is ashamed of your son!"

"Kan Dedek is still in fear that his mother wants to see the beautiful scenery first!" richard answered jokingly.

"Mama has felt everything not just looking," Ameera replied with a laugh.

"Will you hold it again before Papa closes?"

Rich! You're a slob!"

"Hahaha.jorok but good darling."

"I don't like it!"

"What's? no like? after all this time you elus-elus hold-hold and in love also run out in mainin in kisses and somehow flapain again just mengelek say do not like?"

"I like the maximum no longer so small!" sahut Ameera while entering the bathroom with a chuckle.

"Hahaha ... There's no girls," Richard murmured while laughing to himself.

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