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Having confided her secret desires to 'Brees', Sonia decided to come clean to her husband, Darius, of what is her heart of hearts;
he was sleeping when she slipped into their bedroom and beneath the light blanket covering 'D' from the waist down. "Darius," she
whispered, leaning close to kiss his bristly cheek. "Wake up, Baby...🎵 Despierta, Amor🎵 ...WAKE UP, you Unkillable Roach!"
Her shout finally woke the gun for hire, and he sat part of the way up with a groan. "Goddamn, Baby!" he complained, wiping a hand
across his eyes. "SHIT - what the fuck is it, Sonia?!!"
"We have to talk, Darius."
"If you're 'bout to admit that you let Bryce fuck you in your ass hold up whie I get my goddamn gun!"
His wife rolled her eyes: "Do you know how you SOUND? Like a chingado imbecil : like a fucking imbecile! Of course, that has not and
WILL NOT HAPPEN...although..."
Darius responded by racking his pistol; his wife hurriedly blurted "OKOKOK! I am pulling your balls - of course I didn't fuck Brees in my ass or
ANYWHERE...it's serious. About our life."
Relaxing, her husband responded, "Huh. 'K. What's on your mind, Baby?"
"I want to be out, Cucharachita. NO - not out of the marriage - out of this...LIFE, if you can call it that. I told you again and again that I want a
baby, and I mean it. So bad that--"
"That what? WHAT, Sonia? SAY IT."
Mi amor. I will have the baby; however I have it. I don't want that; I DON'T. No lo quiero but...do not make me choose, Baby.
PLEASE."
Darius muttered, "We're at the ultimatum stage, I see."
Sonia shakes her head, her expression mournful: "Don't call it an ultimatum. We are always honest with each other. And open. I can tell you
anything and the same on the reverse. I am presenting a CHOICE--I also know what I am risking by presenting that choice to you. And saying
out loud...maybe I...cannot risk losing us."
Darius leans close to say, "You never have to worry about losing us, MariaSol Sonia Ruiz Kincaid." He pauses and adds "It won't be so bad to
have a Little Darius or Sonia causin' havoc and shit. I see that you really want this, which means YO TAMBIEN " I want it too."
Beaming happily, Somia scoots closer and circles his bare waist and chest with her slender (by comparison) arms. "Oh, mi Cucharacito FEO :
You make me so happy! COME...put THIS" (she grasps his sizeable cock and strokes it lovingly) where it belongs!"
When they couple, it is much more tenderly than in a long while: loving licks, careful fondling...prolonged, targeted kissing...lips suckle and
tongues probe until they explode again and again - until both are, at least for a time, sated...Sonia lay with her head on Darius's chest,
smiling like the cat who got into the cream...with one hand, her husband strokes her mass of dark, messy curls with one hand: the long
fingers of the other whisk the perspiration between the cleft of her buttocks (where perspiration, he knows, always collects during sex).
Yawning, Sonia mutters, "NO, Darius...tonight is my PUSSY only. Until further notice and until I am pregnant--GOT IT, Buster?!"
(An unintelligible gruble from Darius in response).
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Across town, Michael relaxes next to a drowsy Amelia (their luxurious Airbnb is equipped with a very comfy California King bed, courtesy
of Hiro Tanaka, the AAA-rated Protection Specialist's latest client). Bryce shifts carefully to read the text sent by SKinc36:
'Wonderful news Brice! You will soon have a little Brother!'
"OH MY FUCKIN' GAWD!" Bryce groans aloud.