"..." Making little buns?!
Her delicate little face flushed red, and she instinctively touched her belly. Wasn't there already two inside?
And he still wants to make more tonight? Ugh, big rascal.
"There are already two in my belly, who wants to make more with you..." She blushed, "How many do you want?"
The man's warm, soft tongue tangled around her earlobe, sending a tingling sensation through her whole body.
He whispered, "How many does my wife want to have?"
She furrowed her brows, not knowing why, her heart felt warm, yet a bit scared.
"Two are enough." Does he want to make a whole soccer team?
"Wife, agreed? We'll make them tonight, gently, hmm?" He licked her earlobe; his thin lips moved down to her white collarbone, leaving mottled marks when he parted.
He loved leaving his mark on her skin.
Her face turned bright red, looking charming yet adorably cute.
