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Compendium IIXD
Now, regarding making love, we've had our deep conversations too.
First of all, I can't go down anymore because both of us worry about squishing Jacintito.
😰
The other thing is that I feel super exposed when going up.
“Making love like this is like making love to an egg.” My husband told me one night like that.
:x
Obviously I got mad, because as I say, I'm super conscious of my figure.
But my husband calmed me down, telling me it's not about my weight.
😕
We talked about how, even though Jacintito is protected in my womb, we need to control ourselves more when making love, out of respect for our son, because, after all, he worries that we'll pass him around.
And that's why I fell in love with my best friend until his toes.
😍
Because he still cares about things I don't even think about.
And we talked about more things...
I asked if he still found me beautiful, because with my little belly, well...
😊
Plus, compared to Emma, Cheryl, and the others, I'm going backward.
But he looked at me with his lovely eyes again...
😍
He told me that the reason he fell in love with me wasn't my body, but my face.
That if I didn't remember that when we met, I was as thin as a stick...
😂
I laughed so much!
But then he said that if I was beautiful back then, how couldn't I be now?
😊
To vary, my cheeks were burning like fire and I looked at his lovely eyes that have never lied to me.
Then he asked if having Alicia after sex changed between us.
😮
(I mean, we've decided that if possible, Jacintito will be born by cesarean)
That he was aware of my effort and my desire to have at least one daughter through a normal birth.
But it worried him that the quality of our love had changed a lot.
😇
I calmed him down, telling him it wasn't like that.
Once Alicia was born, all my heat Reprimida for 2 months I returned to the hundred percent. When that day brought our little ones, I would have eaten it with fried potatoes right there in the bathroom...
😈
And when quarantine passed, I realized Alicia had left me very sensitive inside, so going back to love was even more tasty than before.
But good, leaving the emotional part aside and returning to our academic investigation... 😅
I massaged my best friend with passion. His huge and swollen thing was steaming, almost overflowing my hands. And if I had doubts about whether he found me sexy, seeing it like that was impactful.
😳
I got on top of him, with my bloated belly...
XO
It was incredible! My husband held my belly with his warm hands, while I felt his huge thing stretching me inside... Little by little, I let my body drop, feeling how it scratched me in a yummy and wonderful way, until I felt it entirely inside me.
😩😫
I asked if he wasn't worried about finishing too soon without wanting to, because that also worries me a lot. But he told me not to worry. That even though I have more weight, the sensation for him is incredible too, because it gives him the feeling that he can put it in deeper still.
😂
I laughed a little, thinking that if one day I go crazy with chocolates, my best friend will find me just as lovely. But on the other hand, considering my husband is constantly with very beautiful women, I have to be just as diligent as him and worry about my figure.
😤
We started moving slowly. Despacio, enjoying feeling like a goddess in front of him.
😫 😖
My breasts have swollen up again because I'm lactating again. My husband handles them almost reverently, with gentle and delicious touches while he kisses and sucks them, trying not to bite them too hard to make me feel pain. 😩 😲
The sensations between us became more intense, with my body responding much more sensitively to the changes I've had.
My husband's sweet kisses felt all over my body, reaching deep into my soul.
😩 😖
I love our new house so much.
Making love behind closed doors lets me scream at the top of my lungs how delicious my husband is in bed, without scaring our little girls.
We love each other so deliciously, with a rhythm so delicate, respectful and emotional that it makes us feel so alive.
😩 😲
My breathing was agitated so much, feeling like I was in heaven, feeling him so deep inside me.
We moved slowly, calmly and deliberately, showing respect and love for our son in my womb.
😍
I love him so much.
He's the only one who makes me feel sexy, even when I feel ugly myself.
His sincere eyes always fixed on me, as if he promised that no matter who else he sleeps with, I'll be his love and queen.
😖😲
He kissed my neck and ear, knowing how that turns me on.
XO
I was purring like a street cat, feeling how my slut slowly nibbled on my skin while I kept mewling nonstop.
😵 😲
My orgasms were growing, coming little by little.
I saw his muscular belly, arms and super-hero pectorals and the precious eyes that made me fall in love, wet with sweat from our effort.
And I came for the first time, remembering how I ended up married to my best friend.
😩 😖
My orgasms kept going and going.
Our bodies are so synchronized that we alone seek the rhythm that makes us feel good.
We were kissing wildly.
😘 😘
I desired him.
He's my best friend.
My everything.
😩 😲
It felt so intense.
So crazy and confusing.
I felt my toes curling up and my nails scratching his back.
My eyes were popping out of their sockets and I saw planets, stars and constelations again.
😩😫 A pesar de todo, we moved with intense harmony.
My best friend, resonating with me in those moments, making me feel a sense of wholeness that only he makes me feel.
And when my husband went to run...
😫 😖
He groaned a lot.
Intense.
Holding on, holding on, and holding on until our bodies couldn't hold on anymore.
😩😫 😱
I needed it.
I needed him to make me feel complete.
To make me feel like a woman.
😖😲
And finally, he came.
He came inside of me.
💦 💦 💦 💦
With powerful thrusts, my husband was injecting, injecting, and injecting his warm juice inside of me.
The orgasm I felt in those moments was epic, marvelous, and unequalled.
We fell asleep on the bed, sweaty, agitated, and silent, saying everything only with our eyes.
😍
We hugged super tenderly, him giving me affection on my cheeks. And looking at me with those lovely eyes full of love.
I love you, my love. I said slowly, in a secret that returned the love of his caresses.
😆
I also love you, nightingale. His words were, loving me with tenderness.
At that moment, I knew that our love was no longer physical but rather the product of all the emotional experiences we've shared. Our love had grown from friendship and understanding to a much deeper, purer, and more sincere relationship that we have now.
And while we rested there, alone, hugging each other super tightly, I knew that regardless of what the future brought, our hearts would remain entwined.
💕
But, anyway, our investigation is still not over...
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