Wedding of the Eldest Princess and the Bungsu Son
I Want More, Bell

The warning!! Adult Area!

So if you don't like or are underage skip it. Sorry if I don't makefeel, I honestly don't know what malper is either. Krisar aja ya~

Happy reading~

It has been 3 days Gala and Abel spent in Bali. Tonight Abel sees Gala swimming in the private pool of their room. He had wanted to swim, but still gathered his intention for fear of the cold.

Gala pulled over and looked at Abel who was still faithfully sitting down without intending to enter the pool. "So swimming, now you don't even want to go into the water."

"Fear cold, Gal," replied Abel.

"It's not cold, it's a little warm. That's why you come in, don't take the cold first" Gala said.

Abel finally nodded. Slowly she opened the transparent outer lace and balinese cloth wrapped around her slender waist. Now it only features Abel wearing a black bikini but not too sexy. He doesn't like being too open.

Gala smiled and stretched out her hand to help Abel get into the pool. Abel was still adapting to the water temperature. "Oh, it's not cold."

"I said it wasn't cold." Gala chuckled, in fact he was a little stunned by Abel's appearance tonight, no matter how normal he was, right?

Gala continued to look at Abel who is now swimming to and fro, it turns out his wife is good at swimming. Seeing Abel's face emerging from the water made something in him rise up. Gala to swallow her saliva with great difficulty, ah Abel this really makes it not careless. But the girl remained relaxed doing her activities.

After 30 minutes of swimming, Abel decided to clean up. While Gala still wants to swim to neutralize her fantasizing mind.

Abel came out of the bathroom using a bathrobe and saw Gala who was now in front of him. "There shower, tar you enter want," said Abel attention.

Gala nodded, at a glance he kissed his wife's cheek and entered the bathroom. Abel was confused about what to wear, the nightgown he was carrying was all dirty. Finally she chose to wear the lingerie that her mother gave her but which was not too sexy.

This model of chemise seems like a nightgown in general, hotpants and a tanktop. So it's okay for Abel. After all he was carrying a sleeping kimono, so he could cover up with it.

A few minutes passed, Gala saw his wife still struggling in front of the mirror. After wearing his clothes Gala helped Abel to dry his hair, he meticulously separated the strands by strands of his wife's hair. Abel is not a problem, besides his work is also getting lighter.

Abel brings the face closer to the mirror, giving a touch of lipbalm and spraying perfume on several areas.

"You want to sleep very pretty" Gala said, looking at Abel in the mirror.

"Well, usually that? Just looking pretty now?" Ask Abel in wonder.

Abel stood up from his chair, slowly pushing the chair under the dresser. Gala kept staring at Abel and locked onto his movements. Abel rested on the end of the table, his throat feeling dry instantly.

"Emmhhh, Gal amused," one****** made it out of Abel's lips, making the perpetrator even more eager to do so.

Satisfied painting, now Gala's kiss rose and gently scooped Abel's lips. The girl may not be able to accept Gala's touches, her logic often does not match the response she gives.

Her hands were still constantly coiled around Abel's waist, giving erotic strokes that made the girl feel an unusual sense of excitement. Her lips focused on taking a sip on Abella's lips, while her hands now pulled on Abel's kimono strap, making the satin-type cloth just fall down and show Abel's sexy body wearing lingerie. It seems that Abel was getting used to it, although at first he refused, but for a long time he was lulled.

Their kisses were much more demanding because Gala's tongue had now broken through the defence, playing her tongue there and occasionally teasing Abel's tongue into playing with him. Almost 5 minutes they did, Gala slowly released their pagutan and looked at Abel who was trying to neutralize his breath and heartbeat.

"Bel, I want my rights tonight. I want more, more than kiss" Gala said as she stroked Abel's open shoulder.

Degh ....

Abel bit his lower lip, what should he do now? Gala drew closer to Abel. With a boldness Abel nodded. I don't know what he's thinking, but in his mind he's struggling.

Gala smiled at that, but she also understood that his wife was afraid. "I won't hurt you, I promise we'll play it slow." Gala kissed his wife's lips gently, after which she held him in a brydal style, let the kimono fall just like that and immediately spread Abella on the mattress.

Gala climbed up his wife's body and knelt before Abel with Abel's body between his legs. Gala first took off the plain white shirt on her body and after that helped Abel take off his top. Up until now she had seen was Abel's black sports bra.

Abel was really going to do it right then and there, is he really going to do it tonight? The girl really looked trembling, Gala also knew. But no time is really going to get Abel ready actually, he also has to learn, right?

Gala brought her face closer. "I promise you won't be in pain much longer, you just need to relax."

Gala kissed Abel's lips again to calm him down for a while. Not only was his hand silent, he slipped in and stroked Abel's thigh gently.

His hand crept up and lowered Abel's bra zipper, after successfully detaching Gala threw it in any direction. Then the kiss came down and now empties into both beautiful chunks belonging to Abel to the shoots that began to stiffen because of his actions.

"Gall emmhhh don't dipe-gang," Abel held down with his hand. But Gala let go of Abel's hand gently so as not to interfere with his activities.

Slowly Gala squeezed the beautiful thing did not forget to play her finger there so as to make the empu floated feel a sense that he had never felt. The size fits perfectly in Gala's hands, she likes it. When he was satisfied he put the left one in his mouth. Like a thirsty baby, he sips it and occasionally plays his tongue there. His hands were so agile as to occasionally pinch that sensitive part out of anxiety.

"Bhhh, Gall. Eunghh stophh it!" Abel Languh. Again his speech was not in sync with the natural response that even made Abel more and more buried Gala's head to do more.

Gala ignores his wife's request, she continues to fondle and stimulate Abella. Gala knows how to do good foreplay so that his wife is not in pain when doing it the first time.

Gala smiled to find Abel who was starting to enjoy his game. It's their first time, but Gala knows better. Of course, it is he who has to move more.

The rumbling sounds of the two beating hearts became the strains of beautiful music as the two let go of each other's desires. Abel gripped the bed sheet because it was not strong enough to withstand the sensation he felt now like amused but delicious simultaneously. His breath goes up and down, what does this wisdom have to do with it?