obama family ~ part three

chapter twenty three

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     "jordan stop, you know what that does" he had spoke to her in german. "mmm let me see what that does to you" j kissed her neck and slide his hand down to her soaking pussy. "u got rubbers" he kissed her. "no im all out" malia slide her tongue on his mouth. "how could you be" jordan asked. "i think you know the answer to that" she laughed. he started back kissing her neck. "mmmm" malia hummed as he moved down her to her chest. "I'll pull out, i promise." he said in her ear. "you'll what! that's what u should have said in german so i wouldn't have understood it." she looked at him. "krank ausziehen" jordan spoke. "i might have one more" malia got up looking through her underwear drawer. she had one more! this was their first time seeing each in person for in a week cause jordan was gone on vacation with his family. malia dropped her robe before climbing on the bed kissing him. she pulled down his boxer going under the covers. jordans mouth gaped as her head started bobbing up and down. "aaaaaa" he breathed out. "oh shit, oh shit" he moaned gripping the bed.
     malia came up sliming at him! "ohhh my!" he thrusted inside of her without the condom! they didn't even notice. "oh my god you feeling so amazing!" he grunted. "mmm! fuckk!" malia moaned loudly. no one knew jordan was there! malia knows she was taking a big ass risk but she wanted to see him. "you miss me baby?" he purred looking down at her moaning. "yess! yesss! i missed you" she moaned back in his ear. she clawed his back as he pounded into her. jordan kissed her passionately before taking on another position. he throw her legs up on his shoulders. "ohhh my gawddd" malia threw her head back. "i love you" he said to her. "i love you too j" her eyes rolled back. "gosh" he moaned. after this position he flipped her over. this was there first time trying back shots. malia is shaped like michelle and so is sasha. barack is hoping and praying that emmalin wont be, because he can already tell that she is going to be a spitting image of his wife! "oh jordann" malia moaned loudly again. "oh god" jordan groaned. "baby yes!" lia moaned out.
    jordan gripped her messy low bun, pulling her hair back. "j! ohhh my gawddd!" malia screamed out. "ohh fuck" he threw his head back. they went back into missionary. jordan pounded into malia mercilessly. "baby! don't stop!" she came all over him. "I'm gonna cum" jordan groaned. she wrapped her legs around his waist tightly. "lia baby let go im bout to nut" he moaned throwing his head back. "jordan yes!" malias eyes rolled back as her legs shaked. "oh maliaaaa!" he released into her deeply. j collapsed on top of her both of them breathing heavy. "i didn't pull out lia" jordan said after they caught their breath. "im on the pill babe" she kissed his forehead. emmalin started crying through the baby monitor. "she's awake" jordan grunted pulling out. they got dress quickly running to her nursery together. "hi sweet girl" jordan picked her up. she was hungry, malia left to warm her bottle and he went back to her room. it was 1 in the morning and jordan had to get home or his parents would get worried.
      "babe is getting really fussy!" he tried giving her the pacifier. "okay here" she ran in handing him the bottle. "okay! yeah thats all i wanted" jordan feed her the bottle. "after this i have to go malia" he cocked his head to her. "okay well thanks to you my sheets are wet" she smirked. "ha!" he chuckled. "she's sleeping" he said replacing the bottle with her pacifier. he put her in the bassinet and kissed her good night. "i love you" j kissed malia softly. "I love you too" she hugged him tightly 💗!