Jennie sat on her husband's lap and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Lisa held her waist and smiled at her actions. He always enjoyed it whenever she seduced him. He loved that she wasn't shy at all when getting intimate with him.
They kissed each other in a slow, almost playful manner. The air sizzled, immediately turning sensual.
He stroked her waist, lowering his hands bit by bit, and feeling the beautiful curves of her hips. When he reached her buttocks, he squeezed them, eliciting a thrilling moan from her.
Jennie's hands weren't idle either. She caressed his hair, face, neck and then chest. When her fingers slipped inside his shirt, she felt his muscles contract and something harden below her.
She pulled her head away and pressed their foreheads together. Both of them were panting, their eyes heavy with desire.
"Are you tired?" she asked, her voice sultry.
He tightened his hold around her. "No. Not tired. I want you tonight, baby. So much."
She chuckled and dove for another kiss.
Their tongues dueled at times and danced together at the other times. They took their time and just simply enjoyed the slow-building pleasure of foreplay.
Just as they were about to start removing their clothes, a loud wail interrupted them.
Jennie jumped out of her husband's lap by instinct and rushed to check on her crying baby.
Lisa was left there hanging in the living area. He sighed and stared at the ceiling with an angry, raging hard-on. Without even looking with his own eyes, he knew that it was their eldest twin son who interrupted them.
Again.
Little Levi had timing so good and so accurate that it was starting to become frightening. Almost 90% of the time, the baby would interrupt the husband and wife when they were about to do something naughty. It was as if the baby was equipped with some sort of radar to prevent his parents from doing anything similar to how he and his twin brother had been conceived.
The remaining 10% of the time was when the husband and wife left the babies to their nannies. They didn't do this often because of their wish to personally care for their children as much as possible. But there were times that they needed some time for themselves as a couple without their children. It was only during these times that the two of them were able to make love.
Unfortunately, tonight was not the night.
Lisa sighed once again before dragging himself (and his now softening erection) back to the bedroom. He saw his wife changing Levi's diaper. If not for the uncomfortable state of his lower region, he would have taken over the task.
"Be careful of that naughty boy shooting pee at you," he warned his wife after remembering his own experience.
Jennie chuckled and tickled her baby who laughed in delight. "Little Levi never does that to Mommy. Right, Little Mochi? You're Mommy's good little baby, aren't you?"
Levi cooed and laughed as if agreeing to what his mother was saying.
"Is that naughty boy targeting me, his own dada?" Lisa grumbled in a sullen tone.
"Why would you think that?" Jennie laughed at him.
He narrowed his eyes at her before stealing a kiss from her sweet, smiling lips.
Little Mochi expressed his complaint upon seeing this scene by punching his cute little hands and kicking his cute little socked feet in the air. His dissatisfied expression looked so adorable that Jennie felt her heart melt from unconditional maternal love.
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The Wife Is A Superstar 7
FanfictionA world-famous hacker and daughter of the most powerful criminal family who ruled the international underworld for many generations is killed when their organization is annihilated in a single night. She is reborn into the body of Jennie Kim, a pop...