Papa's Last Request
The Delayed Night

"Of." Tania moaning. Nero's treatment of his body made him feel uncomfortable. Her body was struggling, unable to accept her husband fully.

"Honey," whispered Nero. He looked at his wife with love. He wants it now. Right now too. Is he wrong?

Hicks!

That voice again. "Kok cry?" Nero let go of his grip. Not too if you have to force it. He lay down beside his wife, looking at that tear-stained face.

"Om wicked. Naughty," he exclaimed. Tani turned her body, turning her back to the man.

Nero grabbed him from behind. "Not yet in anything, really." Nero hugged her gently. Swiping head. Occasionally pecking at the shoots.

"That, kiss me with her hand ...." Tania let go of her husband's embrace. He was about to shift away, but before that happened, Nero swiftly pulled him back. This time their positions were facing.

The girl bowed down, not daring to look at her husband's face.

"Say I would like to give you a grandson. That was just so bad." He laughed amusedly. This is beyond his estimation. Tania, who had been trying to seduce him, now turned to fear as she acted aggressively.

"But I'm sick when it's called." He hit Nero's chest.

"Yes so be it. Do you want to go straight?" answer Nero casually.

Tania's face flushed red, she wiped away the tears to relieve the embarrassment.

"Om take my first kiss" she said annoyed. His hands twisted the T-shirt Nero was wearing. Makes the man even more nervous.

"Not the first kiss. From childhood it was also often the same as you."

"But it's not romantic" he said.

The man took a long breath. "How romantic do you want? Candle light dinner first, new kiss?"

Tania nodded. Nero threw his face away. Whether this has been the number of times, each related to this girl.

Remember, Nero. He's still a teenager. She wants something special, sweet and romantic. Can't you hold back your desires just now? You can slowly conquer it.

"Yes, we'll be updated." Nero plans to book a restaurant if his wife is willing. In fact, he would prepare a celebrity-style dinner if necessary.

"I don't want to date the same." His voice was weak and not excited.

"Why?" Nero stuck his chin. Approaching their faces. "Because it's old? Shame to go with om-om even though it's your own husband?"

They looked old. Two hearts beating fast. Tania turned her face. Nero .. rejected.

"Of."

"What?" whisky Nero. His voice was hoarse withstanding the passion from earlier.

"That." Tania pointed down. Something inside Nero that hardened pressed down on his stomach and made him uncomfortable.

Nero smile. Grabbing her hand, asking the girl to touch it. Tania refused. She's shy.

"What is that?" Nero began to flirt.

"That's gonna rip yours to the point of bleeding and you're gonna make you sick." Nero whispers.

Tania scared. Face pale.

Nero chuckles. Satisfied he pranks his wife. Let Tania know how upset she was when she saw them holding hands at the airport.

"Do you like Rizal?" continued.

The girl nodded. Nero gulped. Accept the harsh reality that his wife has not loved him. Even if he had not felt the same way, his heart still felt uncomfortable with this kind of situation.

"Sin when married, continue to have a crush on other men. Where the husband has not been served anyway."

"But I ..." The girl could not say.

Nero is not a typical talkative guy. But if it is serious, it means there is something important, which must be conveyed.

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