Adult Male Love Prisoner
CHAPTER 76 - The Self-Memotional Soulmate

There was always something unexpected that Mikhayla had experienced since marriage. One of them is taking a shower more than once. Not only that, Keyvan treats him exactly to a toddler who has not been able to bathe himself. The reason is simple, in order to save time because his wife always took a long shower either part of which Mikhayla rubbed.

In practice it was not so, it was even longer when Keyvan interfered with Mikhayla's bathing case. To refuse is also useless because Keyvan never accepts rejection unless he decides not to touch the wife first.

"When do we soak like this?" mikhayla asked quietly because it had been almost thirty minutes both of them soaking together in a bathup with equally innocent circumstances, to be honest sometimes Mikhayla still felt embarrassed by this situation in front of her husband.

"Fecund?" keyvan asked without opening his eyes with his hands hugging the wife who was now sitting on his lap.

"It's not so, but the shower later .. later wrinkles," said Mikhayla carefully and indeed he worried about the core, the core part, since then he has felt the cold soaking in a puddle full of foam that mountains. Surprisingly, Keyvan has not bathed for how long to enjoy the day off in this way.

"What's wrinkles?" keyvan asked open his eyes, Mikhayla's words were too ambiguous that he was thinking in a direction he shouldn't be.

"My fingers see .. wrinkles right?"

Mikhayla showed her fingers that looked wrinkled from the cold. She does take long showers but does not soak like this, while the ritual bath with Keyvan is a little different and this makes Mikhayla a little surprised.

"Then?"

Surprisingly, Mikhayla clucked bitterly because Keyvan seemed to not care even though his fingers were no longer like normal humans in general. If the fingers were just like that then how the others, Mikhayla's mind was already out of his mind.

"Take a question, I'm done bathing .. I'm cold, if my fingers are wrinkled how are the others?"

"You mean?"

Keyvan pulled the corner of the lips, seemingly understanding which part Mikhayla was worried about. The man moved without asking the wife to stand first. Yes, Mikhayla's body size is not so burdensome for Keyvan.

Both are now standing under the water, this is the final agenda in their showers. Trying to be ordinary despite realizing who was now beside him, Mikhayla did not want to take too long and did not care about Keyvan who still continued to look at him.

While focusing on rinsing her hair, Mikhayla was surprised when the man pushed her body down a few degrees. Mikhayla's premonition grew increasingly uneventful as Keyvan touched his inner pahha.

Sure enough, without any cue Keyvan back to do crazy things that make Mikhayla bite her lips strongly. Mikhayla only has a wall as a pedestal, Keyvan who keeps hitting it many times makes Mikhayla a little worried about his body is not able because this is the first time Keyvan is looking for pleasure with this position.

A voice that thirty minutes ago filled his bedroom, now unpretentious in the bathroom and of course more echoing. What his wife has is so opium that Keyvan can not hold it if it is together, especially with this situation.

Mikhayla was not that strong to continue to hold on to the position Keyvan had set up without preparation. Seeing his wife having a little trouble, the man stopped her for a few seconds to change Mikhayla's position to face her.

"Are you okay, Baby girl?"

Mikhayla's fast-talking breath could not calmly answer the husband's question, they were under the water but what Mikhayla felt was still sultry and a little tired.

Unfortunately, Keyvan's intention was not to stop but to find a position. The man lifted the tiny body of the wife and asked Mikhayla to put her feet on her plate, Mikhayla who also actually burned with romance just like that while hugging her body tightly.

"Good girl," said Keyvan, again making his wife's property feel crowded, for this kind of thing he was a little selfish and did not wait for Mikhayla to be ready or not.

The sighs and moans of pleasure that came out of the lips of his little wife more clearly heard, Keyvan increasingly challenged and considered the voice of the wife is the level of success as a husband.

Mikhayla is going crazy and will always manage to scratch the wound on Keyvan's shoulder when his body is made to vibrate as if electricity is flowing all over his body. Really, Keyvan actually managed to get him flying and got the pleasure he would never get from another man.

Keyvan is a man who makes the most of his time. Now, the actual unexpected holiday between the two Keyvan considers as a honeymoon of course.

The man stared at Mikhayla's limp face which even opened his eyes without power, instead of pity Keyvan actually pulled the corner of his lips looking at her. The man again scooped a glimpse of the wife's lips as a signal he would finish his desire.

"Aaakkh, not finished yet?" mikhayla asked in a weak voice as Keyvan moved his body again. Without answering in a voice Keyvan would show with the action that this time was the peak, the man groaned when he felt his own was about to flush the fertile land down there.

Keyvan lowered his wife slowly, his breathing both still unstable. The man grabbed the wife's body before taking a bath, there was no intention of stealing another chance because he was tired.

"I'm alone, here." Mikhayla who was worried about being beaten for the third time refused Keyvan's help to clean up her body.

"Don't argue, I did."

"Just take a shower, I don't want to take a bath three times" Mikhayla said with a sullen face and managed to make Keyvan's stomach tingle later.

"Promise, just take a shower," he said, and then he stole a kiss on the lips, and it made Mikhayla want to be angry.

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After that impromptu battle, Mikhayla now dried her hair. While Keyvan now looks fresh with shorts and white shirts that are so fitting with his body.

From a distance he looked at the busy wife herself with a hair dryer to make her hair dry faster of course. With a definite step Keyvan approached the wife and stood right beside her.

"Search what?" mikhayla asked without looking at her husband at all, Keyvan had no intention of looking for anything. He just wanted to pay attention to his wife up close, that was all.

"Nothing," he answered briefly, the man was indeed so talkative and as if nothing had happened before.

Finished Mikhayla with his affairs, the man was asked to sit down and the wife was a little pushy. Keyvan's forehead was wrinkled and the man was confused as to why his wife had suddenly come to this.

"What do you want?"

"Dry her hair, put on an old towel." Without caring whether Keyvan accepts or not Mikhayla executes it while deliberately being pulled a little to avenge him when in the bathroom.

"Aarrghh, Khay is sick ... intentionally?" keyvan asked, noticing that his wife was a little different, even that her scalp hurt.

"Same one, so was I in the bathroom. Even longer and the pull is rougher .. like this!!" mikhayla replied as she continued to dry Keyvan's hair with a little deep exertion.

"See, next time I pull your other hair too."

"Please, let's see who survives to the end .. I also pull your water pumpkin!!" Since when did Mikhayla have real fear, absolutely not.

"Water pumpkin?"

Water pumpkin? Since when did he have, Keyvan thought trying to think clearly because Mikhayla still continues to pull her hair despite the initial intention of drying her hair.

- To Be Continue -

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