The Young Man One
The sofa is a Witness

Livia opens the door, finding her husband already home. What happened after that was beyond belief. Just as the door was closed, Kelvan kissed her and pushed her against the wall.

Receiving the sudden treatment, Livia was so claustrophobic, not preparing anything for their kiss. He tried to make a distance, but Kelvan like not allowing, just pressing his back to stay attached.

Livia took the opportunity to breathe in between their kisses. Sometimes he had to follow the movements of Kelvan who wanted to control himself. But then again, a short breath made him want to stop it for a moment.

Kelvan who had been overcome with desire to release his suit without distancing their lips. She threw it on the floor, hugged Livia back, and carried their bodies into the living room.

They sit on the couch. The size is so large, it can be occupied by two adults when lying down without worrying about being narrow.

When the kiss finally comes off, Livia can replenish her oxygen. Now among them there is only desire, nothing else. Livia who wanted to avoid was also reluctant to leave her place. It was clear how their current state of being desperately wanted to have each other.

"I've been holding it all day. Can I take you as my gift?" asked Kelvan, loosen the tie.

Livia reached out her hand, releasing the already loose tie slowly. She looked at the desire in her husband's eyes that could not be extinguished for today. All of that had also provoked something hidden from within him.

The tie that managed to slip off was dropped just like that. Livia grabbed the buttons of her husband's shirt and opened them one by one. He can touch the chest of that field now, including the real abdominal muscles.

"Originally you do it gently." Livia says.

Kelvan grins. "When have I ever been rude?"

After saying so, Kelvan touched his hand on Livia's cheek. He rubbed the woman's jaw with his thumb, drowning the mind in just one woman before him.

Satisfied looking, Kelvan kissed Livia once again. This time ******** very deeply. While Kelvan's fingers pulled the zipper behind his wife, she lowered the clothes slowly before laying them down.

The sofa bears witness to the journey of their love story. They face a happy time for a married couple. Until a long time of satisfaction for both of them, they groaned full of pleasure before finally lying limp.

Kelvan hugged his wife who was lying on the side. They only cover the body with a cloth that is actually used as a sofa decoration. Who knows when the desire will burn? The rich Kelvan had to make them covered in thin cloth.

"We have to move into the room before Nea gets home" Livia said shyly. He felt like he was doing a childish thing, being unable to resist his desires and having intercourse in the wrong place.

Kelvan raised his head, holding it with his palm. She pulled Livia's shoulder so she could change the woman's sleeping position to her back so they could look at each other.

"Why is that?"

"Because I want to spend time with you."

"So you've planned it?"

Kelvan grabs Livia's hand, and kisses her. "I wish I cheated in order to get a punishment from you."

"You're a crafty husband."

Kelvan smiles. "Then, you're the wife of a devious husband?"

Livia scrunched her eyebrows. "I can't argue with him. Even so, we must tidy up the mess we caused. Our clothes are everywhere."

"May be."

"Can you? You sound like you want to ask for conditions."

"If so, do you want to qualify?"

Livia laughing. "Why are you so naughty today?"

Kelvan frowned. "What am I doing, Livia?"

"You don't see what you're doing? A woman is lying without a thread now."

Livia got up, picked up her clothes, then put on her potluck before moving from there to the room.

"Then"—Kelvan flicked the cloth that still covered himself—"let me take responsibility," he said, then following the wife's steps.