When Married?
The Extra Part 3

Tonight the stars scattered shamelessly radiate their light, faithfully flickering with the moon half-adorned the sky, presenting a stunning scene that spoils the eyes and soothes the heart, a most beautiful painting that is unparalleled masterpiece of the creator of all nature.

There were gasps of breath gasping from one of the rooms of the magnificent whitewashed house, the sound coming from the master bedroom on the second floor of the house.

Literature growls signifying it has reached its threshold. Sweat flooded the two, Flower still closed her eyes, her mouth slightly opened with her chest heaving up and down.

Literature buried her face in the niche of the Flower's neck, both elbows were used to support so that the weight of her body did not necessarily collapse on the Flower, while the Flower's hands were still faithfully coiled on Literature's back tightly.

Both of them were still trying to neutralize each other's breath, Sastra felt an immeasurable relief draining her entire bloodstream, and, after three months of fasting, he was finally able to get back to peppering with his wife and drag her to wallow in the whirlpool of passion.

Literature pulled his face from the fragrance of the Flower's neck, he still positioned himself above his wife's innocent body. His eyes were back in a row so close to the Flower, only a few centimeters away, that even the nose of the Flower came into contact with the tip of the nose of the nose of the nose of Literature.

"It seems that tonight I will not be satisfied if only once touched you my wife" said Sastra teasingly full of desires that she did not hide at all.

"If Arion awakens how?" Flowers hit the literary shoulder slowly.

"Then from that slow down your sighing dear, so as not to wake our son," his friendly rays right in the ears of Flowers and the warm puff of Literary breath that hit his earlobes reawakened the passion of the Flower that had just subsided.

"Don't tease me." Flower's countenance flushed, Literature's shameless seduction made her face blush and heat up.

"I want to have many children, so we must be diligent in making them, and I will always be ready to make them happen." Literature chuckles.

"Of course not now my dear, I want Arion to get the most attention in her growth and development, but later on after Arion is old enough to have a sister, you should stop using contraception."

He stared at his wife who blushed and blushed it, looking so adorable in his eyes. The lips of the flower he had kissed all out more and more ripe, tempting him to lower his face closer and his mamagutnya back full of love.

Without waiting for approval, Sastra pulled Bunga back to race and coiled in passion. Both of them were equally tempestuous as if endless, even the clocks on the walls had already shown almost early in the morning but they seemed reluctant to stop.

*****

A scattering sun light peered into the room, Flower woke up and felt her entire body crumble dimly. His struggle last night was very draining of his energy, a smile etched into his beautiful face, he giggled amusedly considering last night they were both completely wild and crazy.

Next to her Sastra was soundly asleep, her burly hands still faithfully trapping the body of the Flower tightly. Both of them were still plain without a single thread, only covered in a blanket that wrapped around their bodies. Slowly Bunga put away her husband's hand carefully so as not to wake her up.

She immediately got out of bed, picked up and put on her nightgown that was lying on the floor because Sastra threw it as she liked last night.

He stepped closer to the baby box, but when he looked into it Arion was not there. Flowers rubbed his eyes and rubbed them a few times maybe he was wrong because he just woke up.

However, after repeatedly doing so Arion remains invisible there. All over her body was limp, where did her little baby go? Is her child missing? The flowers fell to the floor and shouted.

"Arionn...."