Forgive Me My Wife
Second Time

Knee-length maroon dress with spaghetti strap model attached so fit on the body Viona. Her body remained slim despite having given birth, only now more prominently contained in the parts that should be, creating sexy beautiful curves from the silhouette of her body.

While waiting for Bima to take a bath, Viona pecked herself in front of the mirror. Applying toner also night cream on his smooth face, combing his long hair and then set aside next to his shoulders. Continuing to wear the fragrance she bought two days before the wedding, the fragrance oil that according to her ad is said to be liked by husbands. He really prepared as much as possible, dedicating himself to his beloved man.

Viona giggled amusedly. Placing his palm on his chest, felt his heartbeat flashing to and fro irregularly. A red gush of makeup on her beautiful face, even now she felt her own cheeks that suddenly heated up when considering tonight was the night of her bride with Bima for the second time.

Trying to get rid of her nervousness, Viona chose to enjoy the night view out there through the large glass translucent place where Bima was standing. The streets seem to be starting to be empty, vehicles passing by are reduced, maybe because now it has stepped on midnight.

Bima came out of the bathroom only wrapped in a towel wrapped low around her waist. His eyes were immediately fixed on Viona who was observing the view facing the glass, his wife was still late to see the beautiful expanse of lights blending in the pitch sky, so he had not realized that Bima was behind him.

Stunned, that was how Viona felt when Bima's arm slipped into her arms from behind. Bima propped her chin at the top of Viona's head. The combination is so harmonious, the tiny Viona is completely covered by the tall body of Bima strapping.

The fragrant aroma of soap and shampoo that emanated from each of her male pores tempted Viona's smell. He tightened his back and leaned spoiled on the chest the pleasant field he longed for.

“Have I said today that I love you?" sigh Bima with closed eyes.

“Already,” said Viona while blushing.

“Have I said that I love you so much?” continued again, this time Bima slightly lowered her head on the side of Viona's face and her sharp nose touched Viona's smooth cheeks.

Viona slightly turned her head, so that now the position of their faces almost docked, only half an inch apart.

“Already, I don't know how many times Mas said it today.” Viona gave her smile, their eyes rubbed, equally spouting a burst of love that burst into her chest.

A sweet and gentle kiss landed on Viona's lips. “I will say every time that I love you so much that you get tired of hearing it,” hiss Bima right in front of Viona's lips.

“Tell me, I won't get tired of hearing it.” Viona chuckles small.

Bima turned Viona's body to face him, then he put his palm on Viona's head, read do’a before berjima and blew it on the crown of his beloved wife.

Viona opened her eyes when Bima's hand came down stroking her cheek to coincide with the pagutan on her lips. Bima pulled Viona's body together with her until there was no distance left, tucking her lips deeper in the warmth and sweetness of Viona's mouth, sipping and sipping expertly.

Closing his eyes was what Viona did again, he gasped and took a lot of breath as Bima paused for a moment.

Not long after, Bima again ambushed his lips greedily wrapped in longing, love and lust that ignited desire. Viona tucked her fingers in Bima's hair and unconsciously grabbed her a little, Bima's expert kiss was indeed as intoxicating, even now felt more powerful than before, and jubay Viona makes Bima's passion even more blazing.

With Viona's body lifted, Bima carried her and carried her towards the bed, automatically Viona wrapped her legs on Bima's body so as not to fall and hold fast on the stocky shoulder, which was, while their lips continue to intertwine reluctantly to take off each other.

Bima sat on the edge of the large bed covered in red rose petals with Viona on her lap. His male breath hunting on the sidelines of the hot pagutan, Bima then released their wet lips and began to descend down the neck of the level of Viona.

He kissed the neck of that level and sniffed the aroma of the smell deeply, smelling and sipping there. Viona and Bima both groaned ignited his desire. For a long time they had not felt the great whirring of this turmoil.

Bima's hot lips dropped down the collarbone and swept her lips as light as a feather teasing there, her hands moved down the rope of the spaghetti model dress without stopping her wet kisses, her hand moved, also put away the breastplate that wrapped his wife's twin mountain.

Viona's upper body is now emblazoned. Bima's breathing was increasingly irregular, and her eyes darkened by the turmoil of passion devouring the physical beauty of the wife.

Bima's hand down the smooth and smooth back Viona rubbed gently there, her lips dipped more and more down and down to dock at the top of the twin hill Viona who was already uninhibited.

Viona bellowed, Bima's treatment of indulging her body in a heady touch made her breath chaotic, her head dizzy and her legs limp. His desire is growing high. Her eyes were shrouded in passion, permeating every sense of pleasure that crept with the swift poured out of love just for her.

Bima released her lips from the softness of her beloved wife's skin, she looked up and Viona looked down. The breath of both men chasing accompanied the chest of fireworks. Viona felt both sides of Bima's face, then first grabbed her husband's lips. Close the bodies of each other that had been completely hot smouldered burned burning passion that flared.