A Five Step Match
57. Confused Want What Title, it's up to Aja Lah

The air grew colder in the morning when Dinda woke up from her sleep. He glanced at Yoga who was soundly asleep. His chest that field teased once for him and the more he laid his head there. Warm, with a slow and regular beating heart heard in Dinda's ears.

Dinda's hand traced the belly of Yoga, down steadily until it reached the visible area poking out under the blanket.

"What do you want?" Yoga held Dinda's hand. He had woken up when he felt amused by Dinda's hand playing on the surface of his stomach.

"Eh, a-no. Don't want anything. Akh!" dinda exclaimed during Yoga deliberately pushing her body so that it was again under the power of Yoga.

"Are you ready, honey?"

"Eh, what's ready?"

"Who fights."

"Ah, anu .. i-. Ah ...." Dinda could not bear the sound on her lips, she mend3sah quietly as Yoga scooped up the shoots on her chest with her mouth and like a thirsty baby. Dinda's eyes glared, then closed in a strange swish of what Yoga did.

Not just playing on two chewy bumps, Yoga slowly down and down to the bottom until his head is now no longer visible because it is covered in blankets.

"Yoga! Auhh ...."

Dinda's body curved upwards, her hands bristling the sheets so tangled. Not that she did not know what Yoga was doing, but she could not bear the treatment of her husband that made her chest almost explode.

Dinda's hand grabs the head of Yoga, pushing for Yoga away and stopping her actions which make Dinda hot cold. However, Yoga took Dinda's hand and held her on both sides of Dinda's body.

“Auhh ... Yoga!” Dinda's voice was unbearable. Tingly good felt down there so it felt like it wanted to explode.

“Yoga, I'm going to .. pee.”

Yoga does not listen, he is getting more and more intense to enjoy the blind morning food down there.

“Yoga!” dinda's yelling couldn't stand it, she wanted to get angry, but the explosion that occurred made her breathless and tired.

Yoga poked out from behind the blanket with a satisfied smile on his lips, looking at the wife with a face that was now reddened and panting. Dinda's body was slightly soaked in sweat.

“I peed. You're naughty!” said Dinda sebal. She wanted to go to the bathroom, but just as she was about to wake up, Yoga bumped her body and clenched Dinda's lips and melum4tnya greedy.

“Eeumhhh ..” The sound of their lip-link was heard very clearly in the room, Yoga raised both of Dinda's hands up, locking his wife's wrists so that Dinda could do nothing. Dinda was tired, and she already had no strength to even just speak.

“Eughhhh!!”

Something's up down there. Dinda closed her eyes in pain, biting her lips so as not to scream. Yoga smothered Dinda's mouth with her mouth, while one hand still tried to thrust hers in there in an up and down motion.

Dinda endured the pain, she has resigned now to surrender herself to her husband.

“Akhh!!” yelled Dinda at last. Dinda was not strong, raising her head and biting Yoga's shoulder to muffle the sound when something made her hurt once inside there.

“Eughhh!” Yoga also made a sound, when he was finally able to break the barrier that had been almost an hour ago he broke.

His shoulder was still Dinda bit, but Yoga did not mind at all and let the pain, not comparable to what Dinda felt at this time.

Yoga moves slowly, moving her hips up and down until Dinda releases her bite from Yoga's shoulder. Perih, it hurts, it feels like Dinda no longer wants to feel this way. However, after a few minutes of Yoga moving, Dinda can feel better even though it still hurts. Slowly he was able to enjoy their game until finally the game ended with an explosion and hot lava that made Dinda again arch her body upwards.

“Thank you, My dear. You must be tired. Sleep now.” A kiss was given Yoga on his wife's thin lips. Sweat drenched on Dinda's forehead, she wiped it with her palm.

“You need help? Why didn't you say?”

“Akh! Yoga!” dinda shouted as Yoga was nearby and carried her to the bathroom. Yoga just chuckled and did not care about his wife's scream.

“Already, you're out. I want to clean up!” al-dinda's word, but the man opened the toilet lid and casually poured water into the hole.

“Yoga, slovenly ih!”

Dinda closed both of her eyes. Yoga laughed loudly at the protest from his wife.

“Yes, Din. So too has rasain peed together until yummy—“

“That's different, Yoga!” yelled the girl back.

“Cepet out yes, Darling. Let's get another round today.”

Yoga eyebrows up and down seduces his wife.

Brak!

The door was slammed by Dinda. For as long as it feels, Yoga casually poops in front of him.

“Gosh! This yoga.”

Just as Dinda was about to come out of the bathroom, she looked for the whereabouts of her clothes, but they were still cold in the hangers. Same with yoga clothes.

“I want to go out with what?” muttered the woman, she forgot her blanket earlier and it felt impossible to go out without clothes. “Ah, please forget again earlier do not use a blanket!”

“Yoga” call Dinda when Yoga is lying on top of mattress. Yoga glanced at his wife who only had her head visible, her body closed the bathroom door.

“Iya, Darling?” answer gentle Yoga.

“Anu .. That I forgot to bring a blanket, can you bring it for me?”

“What do blankets do? Not a time, Yang. It's just me here too.”

Dinda's upset. “Yoga. I'm shy. Cepet bring a blanket or towel.”

“Iya. Onion. Though just now to the bathroom was also plain as a baby,” Yoga murmured finally ended his comfortable position and brought a kimono towel for his wife.

The sound of knocking on the door rang out, Dinda opened the bathroom door slightly and extended her hand. “Mana?”

“Nih!”

It was not the towel she received, but Yoga's hand that pulled her out of the bathroom.

“Yoga!” dinda cried out in surprise as Yoga again carried her, this time on her shoulders, making her like a sack of rice and even more upsetting as Yoga threw her on the bed and propped her up again.

“Let's make a child one more time!”

"Akh!!!"