When Married?
The KM Part 48

***Warning 21+!!!

For the purposes of the storyline please be wise in reading this part yes readers, for those who are not old enough please skip***.

Thank ye.

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After bathing and changing clothes Literature went straight to the dining table and was seen there Flowers were serving dinner.

Literary felt the Flower look more and more beautiful tonight, plus a slightly transparent white nightgown made every curve in her body look laughable making the eyes of Literature stare at her intensely.

"Darling, did you deliberately tease me." Literature stood up while slipping her hands in her trending pocket.

"Oh yeah? not really." Smiling flowers are so sweet that Sastra loses interest in the dishes at the table, she is more interested in someone who is serving them.

Literature approached him and immediately carried the Flower to the room, Flowers automatically extended her hand to Literature's neck and rested her head on her lover's shoulder.

Arriving in the room Literature dropped Flowers near the bed and went to the drawer and searched for the object but did not find it, then he broke into the bag but did not find it too.

Bunga knew Sastra was looking for the goods he kept, he had to be able to divert the attention of Literature in order for his plan to succeed.

Flowers walked up to her and hugged Literature from behind, her hands teasing and provoking her lover's passion. He stroked the chest of the field and then went down to the stomach of his sixpack to make Literature growl because his desire was increasingly blazing unbearable.

The hell about the thing he was looking for was because he was currently burning passion, Literature immediately turned around and kissed the Flower lustfully and the girl replied with the same rhythm.

They again wrestled on the bed, but not as usual in the middle of the game Flower switched the lead..

When the wave will come, the Flower even more pressing himself and Literature can not control it anymore until the seeds fill his womb.

Literature felt a different sensation with his explosion this time, it felt more extraordinary many times than usual to make him want to repeat it again.

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In the morning, the flower woke up first. As usual the first sight he saw was a handsome man he loved so much, his hands rubbed his lamented belly hoping to get pregnant soon in order to quickly unite with his lover in the bond of marriage.

Literature's phone rang, Flower tried to grab it from the top of the nightstand. On the screen was the name Papa called and Bunga immediately woke Literature. "Literature wakes up, there's a phone coming in. It seems important."

Literature awakens still trying to gather her consciousness, Bunga gives her cell phone and Sastra scrunches her forehead. It's a matter of whether his father contacted him early in the morning.

Bunga intended to get up and did not want to disturb Literature's conversation with his papa, but Literature pulled him back into his arms and pecked at the top of his head.

"Hello Pa, did you call me in the morning?"

"Son, our company branch in New Zealand is having problems, can you please replace Papa? At least one month. Papa's health condition is not possible to go," pinta Pak Arya.

"What's the problem, Pa? it seems urgent."

"People we trust embezzled company money and ran away, Papa's been coordinating with the local police and our lawyer there. It's just that the company is in critical condition, we have to think about the fate of employees so please son," explained Mr. Arya.

"Well Pa, when should Literature go?" coined.

"If it could be this afternoon, son."

"So fast?" Literature frowned.

"Faster is better, son, Papa has prepared the ticket and all your needs for there. Later before leaving, stop by first to take the files that will be brought."

"I see, see you at home."