When Hermosa had her check-up the other day, the doctor had just specifically instructed that they were not to have sex until they were 12 weeks pregnant. Otherwise the contractions from the intense banging and pleasure would likely put the fetus in danger. "But it's hard for me." Hermosa knew what Brent was worried about. She doesn't come up to him, she just lies there, lifts one leg and stamps her thin white toes on Brent's belly. It was so hot that it tickled Hermosa's feet. She couldn't help but laugh softly, Brent couldn't see her expression in the darkness, but was tickled by the sound of her voice. "Then don't move, I'll do it for you." Brent couldn't actually resist. He leaned down to continue kissing Hermosa, reached down to remove Hermosa's pajama trousers and smiled when he felt them. Brent touched Hermosa's fragile, sensitive front along the shape and she immediately stifled a grunt of impatience. "Mmmm ...... husband ......""Keep it down, Elisa should be asleep." Br

It was after two in the afternoon, and the streets were full of pedestrians coming and going, not to mention the traffic. hermosa was startled, and when she pushed Brent out of the way, her heart was beating out of order and her face was burning, but not from the sun. "What are you doing?" Hermosa pretended to scold him, but her heart was sweet, like the ice-cream that melted into sweet sugary water in the sun, "There are so many people here, what if the other parents see?" "I just want them to see." Brent said matter-of-factly. He came to pick up his children with Hermosa almost every day, and it was obvious to him that several of the male strangers looked at Hermosa with something more than a hint of innocence in their eyes. Hermosa himself had been aware of this for a long time and knew what Brent was jealous about, but he couldn't say anything when people just looked at him. "Are you that vindictive?" Hermosa laughed helplessly and raised his hand to slap Brent on the forehead

"Since you won't fuck me, I'll have to do it myself."Hermosa pulled her panties forward, allowing Brent to lift his head and kiss himself. Their lips and tongues were wetly intertwined, parting with a tangled and erotic silver lining, "Comfortable, husband?"Hermosa's voice was husky and sticky, and when it rang in Brent's ears, the warm breath and vibrations of her vocal chords felt like they were reaching directly into her chest."Fuck."Brent was so turned on by her that he took a deep breath but refused to let go of the fuck and simply let Hermosa ride himself, swinging his hips slowly as he whimpered and stroked herself.But Hermosa's movements were far too light.As if in retaliation for Brent's excessive gentlemanliness and tenderness, Hermosa keeps her movements so minimal that they feel like an itch on Brent's boot, a torture rather than a relief from his desire.Hermosa is still smiling, admiring Brent's lust-stricken expression, his fingers teasingly stroking the knot in h