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Reciprocal

Morning, on Sunday. Time for everyone to laze around. Alva and Chilla.

After breakfast, they returned to their room. The pregnant woman, who was always pampered, was lying down, while Alva was massaging her legs.

"Honey if we just move rooms how?" Alva said, voicing his plan, making Chilla who was rejuvenating it, reflexively opened her eyes.

He looked at the husband, with a slightly frowning forehead he asked. "For what, brother?"

"I'm scared, honey. If I'm not home, who's holding you down? There isn't one, is there? What if there's nothing with you and our baby? I don't want yah. We'd better just move rooms, so we don't go up and down the stairs." Obviously Alva, suddenly this one father-to-be changed very chatty.

Alva wants at least when Chilla is not in her custody, the expectant mother should stay awake. It could collapse Jonathan's house, if anything happens to Chilla.

"Why not build an elevator, brother?" Cetus Chilla.

Alva instantly stopped the movement of her hand, and turned to look at Chilla with a serious face. "You want to?"

Seeing that, Chilla just laughed. What the hell? He was just kidding, why did Alva respond this seriously.

"Hey, why are you laughing?"

"Haha. Brother's sister's so funny, I'm just kidding."

"But you also have to remember, whatever you want, I will. If I really want to, I'll make it for you. Stay here, I want to tell Papa." Alva started to move from the bed, about to step out.

"Sister ihhh. What the hell, I don't want, I don't want an elevator. Here, I want Daddy," said Chilla, stopping her husband's leg, of course, with a little flirting.

"Really?" Alva asked with one eyebrow raised.

And Chilla immediately nodded. He stretched out his hand, and Alva went straight into the girl's arms. Take him to lie on the bed.

"Why? Do you want to be pampered?" Alva caresses Chilla's distended stomach. His head was between the two mountains.

Asked like that, Chilla nodded quickly. She always wanted to be close to this guy.

"Well, I'm the master at pampering you, honey." those fingers squeezed Alva's hair, as the man's hands mischievously, snuck into her home dress.

Replacing stroking that plain back with a circular motion and full of softness.

"Daddy!" Chilla cried, over time the hand began to be unable to condition, until Chilla moaned, and changed to hug Alva's head.

The man chuckled, even though the lungs in his body were running out of air. He's popping his head.

"What's up, honey." He asked by pushing his lips.

"Daddy please, don't be naughty!" Whine Chilla, inexhaustibly this man makes his body always wet.

"I'm not naughty darling, it's just that your body always keeps me from moving, and it's definitely claustrophobic."

Alva did not stop to tease the pregnant woman, she loved it if Chilla had shown her sensual face.

The man's hands were getting down, creeping down to find the damp valley below. Unexpectedly, it turned out that his wife's property was already wet.

Alva gave a smile, and began to enter the burrow with one finger.

"Sister, ihhhh. No abis-abis jengukin dedeknya." Cebik Chilla, but an Alva will always take advantage of the situation.

"Hehe, I won't ask for it now, honey. But you should have done the reciprocal."

The man pulled the nape of his wife, and placed a kiss on her lips. Suck it up bottom, with full softness and line n*fsu.

Satisfied with the top, the chewy thing went down, down the white neck of Chilla. His hands crept back to his favorite places.

"What's the reverse, brother?" Chilla whimpered, feeling herself dimly by the behavior of her husband, who continued to stab her body.

"Where's your hand" Alva's pinta. Without protesting Chilla gave her one hand.

His mouth was gaping, with eyes that were bulging. Guess what, Alva's gonna take him where. The man's trunk was already full in his grasp.

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As the young mother-to-be wishes, this afternoon, in the courtyard of Jonathan's mansion stood a tent ala-alaa pregnant women.

That afternoon, he and Alva themselves decorated it. Alva had forbidden it, for fear that his wife was exhausted.

But like having more energy, the girl assured her husband, that he was fine, and this was all their son's wish.

Over there is a barbeque area, and not to forget the elongated table, where small parties will be held.

Chilla came out and applauded. What he wants is achieved, everything seems perfect, tonight their families will gather here.

Everyone agreed, who could resist the whining of the young mother-to-be? Even Alva, who usually always wins, now turns to his knees under the power of his little wife.

Bi Asmi was seen pacing back and forth with Mr. Yanto, moving all the food, which was ready to be burned, out into the courtyard.

Jonathan and Pram heat the grill, talking, while Mona and Sarah arrange the dish on the table.

"Honey, where's Alva?" Mona asked when she saw her daughter-in-law coming out alone.

Chilla gave a smile, then walked cheerfully towards her two mothers.

"Sister's taking a shower, Ma. Chilla wanted to wait, but couldn't wait to get out." Chilla replied as she was, she sat herself between the two middle-aged women, and then joined in arranging the dishes.

"Tumben, isn't that a boy?"

"Hehe, i_"

"CHILLAS!!! WHERE'S YOUR DARLING?" Shouted Alva from inside there, she was still wearing a towel now, and bare-chested.

Not finding his wife in the room, made this one man confused. Chilla is not allowed to go out first.

"Well, you know, it's also been talked by the shucks who've been screaming rich Tarzan." Chirps Mona while chuckling. "Now, your charmer's here, son." Mona Shouts.

Hearing that, Alva immediately ran towards the courtyard, without caring about her appearance. And when he saw Chilla was there, his face instantly turned adorable, he hugged his wife.

"Honey, why come out doesn't tell me, we should go out together." Whining Alva, he buried his face between the recesses of Chilla's neck and kissed her in droves.

Everyone turned their faces with a smile, Chilla was no exception. No, not because of Alva's whining. But... "Sister, where's your towel?" Chilla Lirih.

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