Take responsibility

Part 43

Arthit threw the blanket over Kongpob and covered his face: "Don't you have hands? Do it yourself!"

"Wife... you are so heartless..." Kongpob whispered, "My hand is too hot... If you don't believe, you can touch..."

Arthit had listened to Kongpob's grievance voice under the blanket for a while and he couldn't bear to see him suffer from his hunger anymore so he pulled the blanket over Kongpob's belly to prevent him from catching cold. At the same time, he reached his hand out and pulled down Kongpob's underwear.

This time, Kongpob was very good at cooperation as he helped him to take off his underwear quickly.

The cold fingertips rubbed between his legs, Kongpob let out the moan of pleasure, making Arthit's face turned to be red. Kongpob looked at Arthit with his passionately gaze, no reason, Arthit actually felt that this Kongpob was very pervert.

He knew that this bastard is trying to seduce him to commit a sin with his handsome gesture.

Anyway, he was just helping him get rid of his hunger. He was pregnant for seven months. He also helped Kongpob in more than four months. A man who was less than 30 years old, in this prime year is definitely the year of sexually active. It is normal thing for every adult man.

In fact, since that time, Kongpob has been understanding about Arthit's hard pregnancy, and he has not bothered him to help him. This time, because of the alcohol effects, making him couldn't control himself so how could Arthit not understand him? And how can he not satisfy him?

The cold fingers slowly stretched out, depicting the shape of Kongpob's little brothers. Kongpob was humming, and apparently the drunk man was quickly provoked by desire.

"Arthit..." Kongpob called his name, his voice sounded husky, seeming to be wanting more.

Arthit sighed and speeded up the movements on his hands.

Kongpob's body quickly relaxed but he did not converge on his pleasure yet. After a while, he whispered in sexual voice, " Wife, your hand is so soft and cold...ah... so good...my wife."

When Arthit heard his word, his cheeks hot and red even more.

This bastard...

Can't you make such so damn sound!

"Well... my wife, you are so good..." Kongpob's breathing was a little short. He complimented the words. It didn't take long for the hot liquid to spray on Arthit's palm. Arthit took a long sigh of relief and began to measure his feet.

" Wife.. I still want more..."

"..."

Fortunately that Arthit is in a good mood today, so he has obeyed on the unreasonable requirements of Kongpob. If he is in his usual time, he will definitely not promise to help him for the second time.

Arthit took a deep sight and he once again held Kongpob's little brother who was already erected again.

After Kongpob released for the second time, he felt satisfied and fell asleep immediately. Arthit sat in the bed, straight his waist for a while and he murmured to himself, " It is really exhausted! It is more tired than using the body to help this bastard! Just leaning sideways, I feel my waist is breaking!"

The two little guys in his belly moved, Arthit got up and went to the bathroom to wash his hands and dry it with towel. He caressed his abdomen back and forth, trying to calm two little guys and coax them to stop moving. When he came back to the bed, Kongpob had turned over until the blanket dropped off.

Taking care of the drunken person is very tired especially when he is pregnant. However he is his husband, taking care of husband is the wife's duty.