- It seemed to me that he said that he did not know anything ... And what he said, translate me!

“He said“ he doesn't remember, ”he doesn't remember anything, a lot of work and other problems,” Amin said vexedly. - At weddings do not talk about the bad, I warned you.

- And then, after the wedding, I can talk to him? I want to know...

“I will ask him and tell you myself,” he said wearily. - Then somehow ...

She looked at him incredulously, but fortunately, someone distracted them and the awkward conversation ended.

Right from the celebration, they flew off on a honeymoon trip to a rich eastern country with the highest and most beautiful skyscrapers. There they spent their wonderful honeymoon, the second for him, during which he felt as happy as he was in cold Russia when she first gave herself to him. Now there was no stranger between them, at least, obviously it was not felt.

Inga continued to get used to his unbridled intimate desires, and he wished her continuously. Amin was in a hurry before the pregnancy became apparent. He constantly experimented in bed, prompting his young wife to fulfill his most secret designs. And she almost did not resist him, almost obeyed.

“Let's go,” he told her meaningfully, dragging her into the room, “now ...”

And he came running, instantly took it, barely closing the door and lowering his shorts. He quickly got what he wanted and waited the first orgasm, he loved her slowly, varied and many times.

Putting it on herself, at first, he simply enjoyed the blowjob: having bent, she sucked his soft testicles, stroking the lengthening penis. Grumbling with pleasant excitement, he stroked her tanned buttocks and slapped him to lift her hips. Stretching her crotch with his hands, he buried his face in it and licked for a long time. Then he quickly drove his fingers into both holes and quickly earned them. Groaning, she fell on him, firing a member out of her mouth, but he slapped her up and slammed her on the back of the head. She again closed her lips around his penis, slightly squeezing the scrotum, and he continued to pierce her with indefatigable fingers, holding her trembling thigh. When several of his fingers were already freely entering her sprained anus, pushing her off himself, he jumped up, strongly stretched her buttocks and gently inserted a petrified trunk into it. She jerked and whispered “no, no,” but he methodically made his way forward and soon pressed himself tight on her ass. Squeezing her thighs, he smoothly slid into her, feeling wonderful sensations of tightness and humidity. She accompanied with a sigh of pain every time he pushed. Riding her, he then accelerated, then slowed down, listening to the dimensional tapping of the testicles on her vagina. Realizing that she was tired of standing on all fours, he knelt down, laid her on her side, threw her leg on his shoulder and, clasping that, with a new force huddled in her. She moaned, feeling the heaviness and fullness below, suffering on her face read. Her moans intensified when he ran his fingers into the tight vagina and began to turn them. Again she screamed and begged him, and he, going into a frenzy, listened only to his sensations. He tortured her light body for a long time, delaying the inevitable sweet ending and changing poses. Already she had shaken under him several times, responding to the temperamental movements of his dexterous fingers. He patiently waited for her convulsions, having felt them in her current vagina with his fingertips. Finally, he lay down and, putting it on himself, with sharp jolts he reached the orgasm and, embracing her, huddled in love convulsions.

- I ... I do not like it ... - she began, but he interrupted:

- Beloved ... so good is always with you ...

Looking at his pacified face, she did not continue.

“When your belly grows, I will take you,” he said impressively.- And then, when you wait for our next children ...

- Not!!!

- Yes!

Sighing, she turned away. He rolled toward her and pressed against her wet back.

- You get used ... should get used. Promise me!

- What to promise? - Inga asked tiredly.

- I see it is not easy for you, you are not used to me yet ... to our life. Promise that you will try, that you will not argue with me ... never, that you will not let me down, that you will not disgrace our family ... and never betray you!

She was silent. He spun her on his back and lay down on top, taking her face in his palm. Inga choked on his weight, but he did not allow her head to turn away, seriously and resolutely looking into her eyes, and she understood that it was important for him. And that she herself had long ago submitted to him, sharing life and bed with him. And she was also frightened by his determination, knowing full well that she had nothing to oppose to her.

“Yes ... I promise ...” she almost whispered, and he pulled her quivering lips into his demanding mouth.

Part 12

When they, rested, returned home, the newly-made husband finally allowed her to use the gadgets. Her accounts were removed from Russian social networks, access to almost all Russian sites was blocked. In the new expensive smartphone were numbers of the husband and his relatives.

“This is so that nothing would bother you before giving birth,” explained Amin, and Inga did not begin to contradict.

At the end of the summer, he allowed her to fly home for a couple of days and transfer to the correspondence department. She was eagerly met, after the members of the government of her new Motherland addressed the university authorities. Her pregnancy became noticeable, and her guard everywhere was following her husband. In the hotel, Inga looked at Russian sites, looking for news about the hijacking of the plane, looked into the archives, but found nothing. When she returned, the first thing she told her husband about it, but he indifferently dismissed it, saying that when it was ... Anxious suspicions no longer left the girl, but not finding with whom to discuss them, she fell silent. And most importantly, she saw that no one except her was interested in it for a long time.

In the best clinic of the capital, Inga gave birth to a pretty girl, similar to both of them. Amin shone with happiness. Numerous relatives of her husband poured a girl, visiting and giving, everyone wanted more children. Inga enthusiastically plunged into motherhood and would not let the baby off her hands if Amin had not forbidden excessive zeal. The nanny was busy with the child, and Inge was told to work with her husband and herself. Regretfully, tearing herself away from her daughter, the girl quickly brought herself to her usual form with the help of specialists whom her husband had identified, and literally blossomed. Amin was proud of his beautiful wife and was happy to show it to everyone.

“You are well done ... everyone is jealous of me ... I am pleased with you, my love,” he repeated with an aspiration, sitting on the bed and sitting his wife on his hips. Hugging his shoulders and crossing his legs behind him, she vigorously strung on his hard cock and passionately kissed hot lips. A hot wave rose from the bottom, from the clitoris, rubbing against his penis, burned all her body and made him arch. Amin immediately bent his head and sucked in her mouth a small round breast, slightly increased after childbirth. She was still feeding her daughter, so milk splashed into his mouth. He laughed, licked his lips, and clung to the second nipple ... Love convulsions left her, she went limp in his hands. Carefully putting his wife on his back and lifting her legs, he threw them on his shoulders and slid into it with a new force ... Having flowed into her, he laid his head on her shoulder.

- If you become pregnant, we will not have time to be together ... long ...

- Everything depends on you. Let's stop ... for at least a few years, ”she said softly.

“They will not understand me if we still have a child soon.” And they will laugh if the son is not born. And you know it! - with pressure said Amin.

“You tell me you love me ... If you love, let's wait!” We will live for ourselves, for Amina ...

- We will not discuss it. Just do it right.

- You never want to discuss anything with me. You just do what's convenient for you. And I have to obey ...

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