obama family ~ part three

chapter eleven.

POV:
       he dropped to his knees in front of her being eye to eye with her soaking pussy. he had her screaming in no time. "god yess!" miche moaned as her eyes rolled back. she wanted something to grip. "ahhh shittt babyy" she squirmed under his tongue but he kept going. "barack ahhh" she started to see stars. she shaked intensely having her orgasm. he licked his lips looking up at her, undoing his belt. "ohhhh my godddd" michelle moaned into the room as he entered her. "michelle your so wet" barack grunted loudly. he pounded into her mercilessly. "yes! don't ever stop!" she moaned wrapping her arms around his neck. "i won't baby" he moaned throwing his hands on the mirror. he pulled the top of michelles down revealing her breast to him. her nipples were swollen and sensitive because she's pregnant. "oh! ahhh!" she moaned softly. "yes!" michelle throw her head back. "right there! r-r-right there!" barack threw his head back as well. "p-pu-pull up my dress" michelle groaned. he did as told. she squirted a little bit. "baby im cummin" barack moaned. sweat was building up on there bodies.
"yes! yes! yes!" they both moaned out cumming. it took them a few minutes to catch their breath. "i should call it a night and head up." michelle said. "okay baby. i will come up and tuck you in" barack said buttoning his shirt back up. they went up to the residence and when they walked in, they heard camden crying. michelle took off running to his nursery. cam was screaming and pushing off of malia with his feet. he saw michelle and went even crazier. "hey, hey! stop it sissy is not hurting you" michelle said to him. he wiggled and cried trying to get out malias arms. "WAHHHHH-WAAAAAHHH" he screamed/cried. she took him from malia and he calmed down in seconds. "your hungry huh" she said grabbing him a bottle. "babe!" michelle yelled out. "yes!" barack said walking in. "hold him while i warm up this bottle." she said handing him over. "hi buddy. ur sleepy huh. i know you are" barack said. he laid his head down on his chest watching his mommy fix his bottle.
      "you watching mama huh" michelle said as the bottle warmer started up. he slimed at her, melting her heart. "it's past twelve" michelle sighed out looking at the clock. the bottle warmer went off. michelle took the top off snd the bottle out like it wasn't even hot. "how did you do that" barack asked her. "been doing it for so long, it doesn't hurt anymore" she said. he started to cry. "alright come on big boy" she said taking him in her arms. he refused the bottle. "cam" michelle grunted. he chewed on the boob part of her dress. "i think he wants the mommy's milk" barack said watching him. "it's in the bottle! my nipples are swollen and sensitive babe, he can't suck on them!" michelle said to him. "i did so what's the difference!" he said loudly. "shhhhh! they are still up and they don't need to know what you do to me!" michelle said hitting his arm. she didn't want to argue with him about this. she walked out the kitchen, barack was hot on her heels too. they changed into there pajamas and michelle feed camden.
     "he's asleep" michelle said laying him in between them. "gosh we make cute kids" barack said admiring his son sleeping. "it's all youu! cause i carried him for nine months for him to look just like you. i was so mad, when i saw that ultrasound photo." michelle said laughing. "thank youuu" he slimed kissing her cheek. "your welcome" she yawned laying down cuddling cam. barack slimed at them, warming his heart ❤️!