Police in Love

They say that if you have a young wife, you need to check your body often...

 

The morning sky over the sparkling azure sea. The shimmering waves gently hit the shore, creating a rhythm that was so relaxing it made the heart swell. Today was a special day for Police Lieutenant Thiartha, who had just turned 35. The couple took this opportunity to celebrate and enjoy their honeymoon together.

 

The dragon placed his suitcase on the large bed of the private villa located on the beach. The atmosphere was quiet and private, perfect for relaxing. However, the birthday boy stood with his arms crossed, leaning against the door frame, staring at the little person with a smile that was too sly for him to trust.

 

"What are you looking at, Thiar?"

 

"I'm looking at my beautiful wife," the deep voice replied coquettishly.

 

"Brother Thiar, aren't you tired of the word 'wife'?" Mangkorn said, sighing, but his white cheeks were already turning a faint red, unable to hide it.

 

“I’m not bored. My wife is so lovely.”

 

How could it not be cute? Ever since the dragon moved to Chiang Mai, the dogs and cats have been lurking around and staring at his wife.

 

Very possessive. Very possessive.

 

The younger one tried to ignore the sharp gaze and turned to continue packing the bag, but the other one was too impatient. A large hand grabbed the smaller wrist and pulled him closer until there was almost no distance left.

 

“Today is my birthday. Can’t I please beg my wife for a favour?”

 

A soft voice whispered beside his ear, his sharp face leaned closer, and a faint scent of perfume wafted into his nose, causing the dragon's heart to tremble.

 

"Brother Thiar, don't play around."

 

“I’m not playing. I just want to get some energy from my wife.”

 

“Can I please?”

 

“So you’re going to take it right away as soon as you arrive?”

 

"Go ahead, can I?"

 

A thirty-five-year-old dog is begging hard.

 

The dragon had prepared himself from the beginning. This trip, he probably wouldn't do much except for sex. Consider it a gift to Brother Thiar.

 

“Alright.”

 

"Yes, I'm going to get a wife."

 

“What are you so happy about?”

 

"It's you..." No need to say it out loud, just seeing his face...

 

"Then let me kiss you first." I'm a good husband. Whatever I do, I have to ask my wife.

 

And so the sweet honeymoon began. Thiartha held his soft face protectively and pressed a light kiss on his forehead before trailing down to the tip of his nose and stopping at his thin lips. His large, round eyes closed without him knowing. The warmth from that touch made his heart beat faster.

 

The atmosphere at this moment was so perfect. The luxurious villa was made of glass, and on all sides, there was a 360-degree view of the sea. How romantic!

 

The heavy breathing of both of them mixed with the sound of the waves. The husband slowly withdrew from the beautiful lips and kissed down to the white neck before stopping at the collarbone. The little one groaned softly. That sound made the older one increase the strength of his hug. His large hands moved to support the round face, and he kissed him passionately once more.

 

“Ah, um, happy birthday.”

 

“The dragon is my best gift.”

 

"Are you saying this because you want to get fucked?" He said sweet words.

 

“That’s not true. I love dragons so much, I love them the most.”

"Brother Thiar, can you go sit on the sofa?"

 

“Hmm, why?”

 

"I'll give you a present."

 

To impress everyone, Thiartha obediently complied with the request, sitting comfortably. After that, all the clothes fell off the dragon's body, disappearing. Someone smiled with satisfaction and was using their eyes to flirt indirectly, but did not hesitate to take off their own clothes as well.

 

"Will you go up for me today?"

 

"So do you want me to do it?"

 

"I want to, my good man." No matter what the dragon does, he likes it.

 

The little person slowly climbed up and straddled him, pressing his hands against his strong chest. The sweet, moist eyes of P'Thiar made him feel shy and embarrassed, but because he had more courage, he wanted to try.

 

"It's Thiar’s birthday, but today I'll be the one to give him the present.”

 

His sapphire eyes stared at his wife, who was starting to grind his hips on his lap. The heat in his body immediately rose, but Thiartha still didn’t give in, letting the other party continue to control the game, pleased that his beloved wife was doing this.

 

"Dragon..." A deep voice called out his name. His slender waist moved slowly and seductively. His round hips pressed down in a rhythm that matched his largeness. However, he still wouldn't let Thiar enter. He did it repeatedly, wanting to tease him.

 

“Oh, dragon…”

 

"Yes, Brother Thiar."

 

His thick hands reached out to grab the younger man's waist, and his sharp eyes stared at him without leaving his side.

 

“Like this, I’m going to die, you know that?”

"Don't be yet. It's Thiar’s birthday. I want you to be the happiest."

 

"Dragon..." Thiartha moaned his name again. Where did his wife get his training to be so seductive? Oh no, I can't take it anymore. When he teases me like this, I'll be the one to finish.

 

And then...swoop!

 

“Ah, Brother Thiar is a cheater. Uh.”

 

"Well, I won't wear it myself. Please, I'll ask you."

 

His large eyes widened as the large shaft slid up and into the pretty passage. The elder gave the dragon a moment to adjust before a new idea came to mind. His arms reached in to pick up the younger, and he stood up in a melon-carrying position.

 

"P-P'Thiar, uh."

 

"Please let me hold the melon."

 

This is asking for too much directness!

 

A pair of sharp eyes looked down at the small person leaning on his shoulder. His smooth back shone with light. The dragon's hoarse groaning sounded softly, along with its increasingly arousing rhythm.

 

“Brother Thiar, can’t you go a little lighter?”

 

"I can't. My wife is so lovely that I can't help myself."

 

Anyone who could endure it could endure it, but this Thiartha would not endure it. His thick hips thrust in repeatedly, several levels faster, until the dragon groaned, unable to hold back. His slender hands gripped his shoulders tightly. It was both stuffy and tight. His breaths competed with the sound of the waves crashing against the shore.

 

When the passion reached its peak, the game master slowly placed the younger one on the bed before turning the smaller person over onto his stomach.

 

“I would like to change the atmosphere a bit.”

“Ah, um, what are you going to do?”

 

“Do other poses.”

 

The wife was in a back-facing position, his eyes shining with desire. Thiartha grabbed his plump hips and lifted them. The dragon obediently complied, even though his face was buried in the pillow to stifle his moans, but they escaped uncontrollably.

 

"Brother Thiar, uh."

 

"Ah, don't."

 

“I want to lick you.”

 

The jagged lips leaned down to kiss the smooth hips and down to the sensitive spot. The beautiful pink slit was so tempting. Before the evil tongue slowly entered deeper and swung up and down frantically.

 

The tongue twisted and penetrated deeply, the wetness coating the entire passageway along with the tingling sensation. The slender hands gripped the bedsheets tightly. The dragon was being stimulated to the point where he could hardly stand it.

 

"Brother Thiar, don't torture me like this..."

 

"I'll lick you until you fall."

 

"pornographic"

 

"Lusty is the dragon's husband."

 

The mirror that was placed opposite the bed seemed to know the spot. The elder's thick hand lifted the round chin and stared into it. At this moment, the two police officers were in an extremely lewd position.

 

“Look at how beautiful my dragon is now.”

 

"crazy person."

 

“I love you too.”

Thiartha spoke while holding his small hips tightly and slowly leading Thiar to play with the soft passage and doing his job. A good husband brings his wife happiness by slowly pressing the tip in and slowly entering.

 

“Look at yourself in the mirror, Korn, who is being fucked by me.”

 

“Oh, it’s so thrilling.” It was so thrilling that I almost died.

 

The pair of round eyes stared at the handsome and hot thirty-five-year-old man behind him. The hard part was moving in and out of his passage. His face and body, which were red, turned even redder.

 

"Can I kiss you, Thiar?"

 

“Do you want to kiss me?”

 

“I want to kiss you while I’m being fucked.”

 

"As requested, dear wife."

 

A request from his wife, how could he not comply? Thiartha pulled the little person up to kiss him passionately. His moans mixed with the sound of the waves. His husband slammed his hips hard until he almost reached the shore. Dream, and when the final moment came, both bodies twitched together. A soft, sweet moan escaped, along with heavy breathing.

 

But that's not the end...

 

Someone wants to change the location.

 

"Ah, P'Thiar will go..."

 

Before he could finish speaking, the little person was gently placed on the floor of the cold marble bathroom.

 

The clean fragrance of essential oils in the room filled the air. The dragon leaned against the large mirror that clearly reflected the two of them. His soft, round face was still flushed from the previous incident. His large, round eyes avoided the sharp gaze that was staring at him hungrily.

 

"Brother Thiar...that's enough."

I want enough, but I want more.

 

“Ah, um, Brother Thiar.”

 

The soft pleading voice only stimulates the other person's desire even more. Once the lust is connected, it is difficult to stop.

 

Today is the best gift of my life.

 

Thiar leaned down to kiss his wife again. His thick hands moved down to caress his beautiful hips before turning his body so that Mangkorn was facing the mirror in the bathroom.

 

"I won't let you rest easily." I won't let you.

 

Inspector Thiartha whispered hoarsely beside his white ear, sliding his hands down his body that was still covered in sweat from the previous activity before squeezing and playing with every molecule of his beautiful skin.

 

Oh, this is so good... so full of energy.

 

“Ah, Brother Thiar, go easy.”

 

"Does the dragon like it?"

 

“Ah, um, I like it.”

 

How can I lie when he likes being touched? 

 

"I don't know how to do it."

 

Thiar moved his hand to pull the younger man's hips closer to his lower half. The hard part touched the beautiful groove. But the other hand, the free one did not hesitate to reach out and squeeze the small breasts, kneading and squeezing them hard.

 

“Ah, ah.”

 

“Don't squeeze.”

 

“Is it thrilling?”

“Ah, um, Brother Thiar.”

 

"Beautiful legs"

 

“Thrilling, ah, thrilling.”

 

The kidney bud was squeezed until it was red, while the well-proportioned waist was supported before the hot tendon was re-entered the soft passage.

 

Hello!

 

“Ah, ugh, bro…it’s tight….”

 

As if he were about to die, a tingling sensation shot through his body. His white hands tried to find something to hold onto, so he reached out to grab the mirror in front of him. His beautiful eyes stared blankly. The dragon's entire body was trembling with a tingling sensation.

 

“Ah, my wife is really tight.”

 

"Brother Thiar, please take it easy."

 

"I can't do it."

 

The man responded as he started moving his hips in and out at a slow pace, but he emphasised it every time he thrust all the way in. He knew exactly where he had to focus to make his wife feel good. The sensitive spot was repeatedly hit until his body was tingling. Sweet moans came out incoherently.

 

“Ah, Brother Thiar, harder.”

 

“How strong is it, ma'am?”

 

“Can you go deeper and faster?”

 

"I'll take care of it, wife!"

 

The request was immediately fulfilled; the rhythm changed to a rapid, fast thrust, the sound of flesh hitting flesh reverberating everywhere. A blissful sensation rushed into both of their hearts.

 

It's both thrilling and happy.

 

"P-P'Thiar"

 

"I want to take it deep."

 

“Turn around.”

 

The position changed immediately after he finished speaking. Thiartha whispered an order before grabbing the dragon and turning him around to face him. The little person was lifted from the ground and returned to the melon-carrying position. His slender legs were wrapped around his hips, tightly. Why did Brother Thiar like this position so much?

"Ah... Brother Thiar, again..." he moaned loudly when he was thrust repeatedly in a position that was so deep that it hit his highest point.

 

“This is what I want to do with my wife.”

 

Thiartha bent down and bit his small earlobe, then thrust his hips harder until the dragon could hardly breathe. His incoherent moans and the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed throughout the area.

 

The waves were almost calm, the younger brother's cute stick was twitching, and the husband couldn't hold back anymore; his slim waist thrust one last time, going all the way in before releasing his warmth into the sweet hole.

 

"Ah, ah, Brother Thiar, it's done."

 

"I'm finished."

 

The younger brother, exhausted, fell back against the broad shoulder, panting heavily. However, the cunning man did not waste any time. He led his wife to the large shower. His large hand turned on the warm water, letting it flow down, pouring it over his body. But someone did not stop. His large shaft rose again and entered the love canal once more.

 

Hello!

 

“Ah, ah, ah…”

“Right here again.”

 

"Another one, Brother Thiar. This is the final round."

 

“My wife is so beautiful... how can I stop him?”

 

“There are still many corners left in this room...”

 

“Phi Thiar!”

 

And the sweet groan of the dragon echoed again in the long night.