Fondled Passion 3 Cogan
Shocked Wrapped Towel Only

Our closeness is getting more intimate as a couple, no longer between the employer and the subordinates. Rasan is happy to also have a future wife who turns out her love is only poured out for me as well.

"For Dio!" hello Dilla who play nyelonong enter my room carelessly.

"Morning too" said I back who was now squirming the body, which was still idling in bed.

"Tumben really early in the morning come here?" my many.

Sit in line with him. She always gives it away just plain but casual. Her aura is getting more beautiful and charming. Men are always interested in having it, but it is not as easy as flicking a finger can reach.

"Wouldn't what candidates themselves get into your room?" askalanya.

"It's not that, honey."

"Continue?"

"Yes, it's weird that your tumben came in here early in the morning with the clothes already neat so?"

"Oh, this?" Show dajjunya.

"Yes. Where are you going?" I continued as I gently rubbed his soft face, as it got closer to our seat.

"It's because of mama! He told us to immediately fit the wedding dress. So early in the morning I wake up, so you can drop off and we'll choose the clothes" she explained.

"Ooh, but I'm not anything else. Look at yourself, right! I just woke up,"

Pointing at the sleeping clothes that are still attached to the snow. Bad breath is still jigong not yet brush your teeth. The face is still a mess that even a drop of water has not soaked.

"Yes, I get it. I just wait here, you take a bath there 'gih, because I don't want mama later her mouth nagging, because we did not so leave today," Dilla ordered.

The grim cheeks were just next to each other, adding a sweet impression on his face. Nature and face are both beautiful and beautiful, just because always pampered often want to win alone. Although the age is still young, but the degree as a man should not be underestimated. We must respect each other and maintain feelings, so that our relationship continues smoothly and there should be no disputes.

"Heeh, ok. I take a shower, you wait here, "let me know.

"Heeem. Don't stay up long, get out of the day and close."

"Yes, maybe fifteen minutes is enough."

Kakipun has stepped into the bathroom. The air shower feels very fresh when the drops have perfectly washed over my body. Foam evenly cleans the dirty skin. The smell of oranges from the soap so intercepts its fragrance. My hair did not forget to shampoo. There is no one who has missed rubbing.

"Why did I forget to bring a change of clothes? Where's Dilla out there."

Ceeekleek, I slowly opened the door by popping my head out a little, to see if Dilla was still in my room.

"Aaah, fuck. Dilla's still in my room, too. How about it!"

"Hadeh. Forced bye, now I have to come out wrapped in a towel, just" Broken heart.

"Hopefully he didn't look this way!"

Slowly I opened the door and my legs were running slowly, with the intention that there would be no sound of the steps, so that Dilla would not see my embarrassing situation like this.

"What are you doing?"

"Aaaaa, astagfirullah haladzim!"

Dilla's surprise when she saw my situation, which she immediately looked away and turned around without looking.

The bend can only be wiped slowly, as a result of not knowing how else when caught wrapped in a towel just limited to the waist.

"What a crazy you, Dio! No clothes on," complained Dilla.

"Hehehe, Sorry. It was because of the rush into the bathroom, so forgetfulness to bring a change of clothes" I explained.

"Ooh, but ngak also have to come out with that situation, while I'm here, will be able to scream tell me to come out first. Or maybe you're deliberately showing off?" inexplicably.

"No dear."

"However? You can ask me to get it too."

"Yes .. yes, sorry. Now you go out first 'gih, cook want to see more extreme when I want to wear clothes, '" he said.

"Iccch, there's no morality."

"Hehehe, sorry. Ok!"

"Heem, ok. But don't be long, afraid that I will be sprayed by mama's nagging," said Dilla obedient.

"Siip' is."

Instantly Dilla had hurriedly walked out of my room. Busy hands choosing clothes in the closet. The body was already wrapped in white shirt clothes, which immediately had to meet Dilla. I combed my hair neatly, with clothes I sprayed using my own special fragrance oil.