Wedding of the Eldest Princess and the Bungsu Son
Let's Have A Child!

Abel and Gala have now arrived at the hotel room, it is already too late. So her in-laws deliberately booked a room for them at the hotel that was next to the building. It feels so good tonight. At least according to Abel he was a little entertained when invited to go for a walk, because he was also bored at home. He has no close friends other than Dinda and it makes Abel realize that the presence of friends is important.

Gala dropped herself on the sofa, feeling she was lazy to change clothes. But he was wrong with his decision which now gets a sharp look from his wife. "Mas, change clothes first. Then we go to sleep, or am I cleaning up?"

"Later, Honey. It just came home" Gala lamented.

Abel clucking. "Ck but ... Ah jaudah then let me clean first."

Gala smiled, she instead held Abel back and pulled him to sit on the lap. Gently Gala reached into his wife's waist and enjoyed the scene before him. "Later on, here alone," said Gala.

Abel looked at Gala nervously. "But don't be rich."

"Why not? There's nobody either. Can't take a wife by yourself? Judah I looked at the wife of the man" said Gala.

"HEW! Can't!" Annoyed Abel.

"Eat him, same husband. Missy guy." Gala hugged Abel warmly, after which she inhaled the scent of his wife's body which she was very fond of.

"What perfume do you wear?" Ask Gala.

"What perfume do I wear, why?" Abel turned around.

"Father, don't replace. I like the smell" Gala said.

"I haven't had a shower yet, Mom. How do you feel at home with me? No smell?"

Gala shook her head, it was impossible for Abel to smell. Even when you wake up or sweat, according to Gala Abel, it is always fragrant. Somehow the girl maintained her scent.

"Emm, Mom. I want to talk?"

Hearing the wife's appeal made Gala keep her face away from Abella's neck niche and look at her. "Speak what hm?"

Abella seems confused, how to profitably express it? Gala frowned because she had no response.

"Mas ... "

"What, Baby? Reply Gala softly.

"Well we have another child," Abel said quickly as he closed his eyes, ahh he was really embarrassed to reveal it. It's the same way he invited Gala to Iya, he's never invited her first.

Gala looked at his wife. "What made you think?"

"Nothing, Mom. I just felt like twinkling earlier when I was carrying a baby. Are we not trying again?" Ask Abel hesitating.

Gala was silent, not unwilling. Only he knew that Abel actually still had a big fear. "Well, shall we think?"

"Son, he must now think. I want us to have children" Abel said.

Abel had suspected that her husband must have always set aside his wishes. Be the one who must act. He didn't want to be selfish, he also had to fight his fears, right?

"Mama nanyain grandchild again? Or grandpa?" Ask Gala.

"Why suddenly?" Ask Gala again.

"Because I want to. Don't you want to? Or are you used to not touching me? Or-"

"Not that."

Abel steeled himself, he had to put a damper on prestige now. Not because he wanted to, but he wanted to do it now. Moreover, he calculated that this was his fertile period.

"Keep why?" Abel leaned his head against Gala's chest, slowly rubbing her husband's field chest gently, giving sensual touches there while looking at Gala.

Gala gulped her saliva with great difficulty, as a normal man who had not felt it for a long time did he not wish to be tempted like this? Logically refusing, he was afraid of harming Abel. Very afraid, but sometimes logic is not in accordance with his desires.

"Mass ... " Call Abel gently, no-no Gala can't just stay quiet this way. Slowly he pulled the nape of his wife and clenched their lips.

Abel smiled, his hand moved and draped it around Gala's neck. Enjoying a gentle touch on his lips, he occasionally led the game, unrelentingly biting, licking or even sipping aggressively.

Abella helps her husband to take off the suit and throw it in any direction, no matter if they will do it on this long sofa or not, they are both already dissolved in their respective fondles.

When cool with the game suddenly Gala stopped the activity of the two brands and looked at Abel who now had his breath up and down. Of course it caused disappointment from the look on the girl's face. "Why, Mas?"

"Are you all right?" Ask Gala on the sidelines of feelings that are now burning asking to be channeled.

Abel nodded. "Doctor Rinka said that we can do another pregnancy program."

"That means we can ... "

Abel nodded, if it had been confirmed like that Gala no longer needed to hold back. Of course he would have gas, gala smiled and laid his wife's body on the sofa and had managed to take off the blazer that Abel was wearing.

Gala fused the tip of their noses together. "I miss you," Gala said in a hoarse voice due to the increasingly turbulent feelings.

"I miss you too, Mass," replied Abel. Gala's almost crazy, why is Abella's voice so sexy tonight.

No need to wait for long she immediately spilled her desire, she would not start it from the lips, she said, he immediately buried his face in the recess of Abella's neck while stroking the smooth back of his wife who had been exposed due to the sleeveless dress he was wearing.

Abella moaned with her husband's treatment, for a long time she had not felt this kind of fondling. Maybe want to sip the child a fraction of a percent of her longing at the touch of her husband.

Gala makes an attack and many marks on Abell's neck, only then Abel has been lulled, allowing Gala to do as she pleases. So he's just trying to keep up with what Gala did to him.

"Mmhhh, Mass," said Abel who was now squeezing Gala's hair in front of him.

Gala distanced her face, at a glance she looked at the face of his wife who was now staring at me. Somehow he had his own fantasies when he saw the helpless Abel under his yoke.

"You're beautiful, baby." Gala kissed Abel's lips at a glance, now his gaze was fixed on the beautiful dress Abel was wearing, looking at what he was thinking. Gala tore the part of the dress that Abella was wearing, of course this wild imagination must be completed so as not to be curious.

Gala brought her face closer to Abel's ears. "I want u tonnage, By." All over Abel's body felt creepy, especially when Gala did not hesitate to lick, bite, even blow his ears. It was extremely sensitive to Abel and caused an overwhelming sensation when Gala did.

In a state of confusion with lust, Abel was a little anxious. There was a sense of dread when she had to return to her duty to meet her biological needs as well as her husband. But Gala treated him very well and played as softly as possible. The touch Gala gave him did not make him feel compelled, he even happily accepted even retorted.

Abella again bellowed as Gala began to grope her body. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to be swept away in a Gala touch that made him almost Mad. Now almost innocent without a thread, she feels a delicious sensation when Gala plays her fingers agilely on her skin which makes Abel enjoy the hot game tonight.