Mirages
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"Don't touch!" hardik Lingga when Mira was about to help him remove the clothes that had been torn, and made the woman immediately retract her hand.

"Hah .. let me help you, sir," said Mira who again grabbed the Lingga shirt.

"Don't touch!" snapped Lingga.

"Why? What's wrong with helping? You also have trouble opening it," exclaimed Mira no less loudly.

"With your dirty hands? With your stinking body? you want to get my wound infected? Shower there! Clean your body first, then you can help me," said Lingga without looking at Mira.

"okay!" sahut Mira while moving from beside the Linga, heading into the bathroom.

"Aaarrrggghhh .. because you are late, so rich! Let's go back from earlier, there will definitely be no accident," muttered Linga in the heart.

Mira took a quick shower, as she wanted to help the phallus immediately. In about fifteen minutes, she had finished her bath and came out wearing a bathrobe. It was the record for the fastest shower of a Mira.

When he came out, Mira saw that Lingga had managed to open his shirt, and was now struggling to clean the wound with warm water, which had been prepared by Mira before.

The woman walked over, rubbing her wet hair with a small towel.

He then wrapped all his mane, and wrapped the towel around his head. Mira then grabbed the washcloth that Lingga was holding and sat in front of the man.

"I'm clean. Now, let me help you," said Mira staring directly into the eyes of Linga.

"Wear your clothes first," the Lingga ordered in a flat tone.

"No need. My clothes are dirty.if I wear it again, it will be said not sterile. Want to wear your clothes, later said tempting. Never mind, you should now face there," muttered Mira who always could not obey.

The phallus does not. He then turned around and let Mira see his back that was covered with wounds.

The woman stared at the burly back which was now a blackish-red in silence.

Mira then shifted the container filled with water to the side. He dipped a washcloth, and squeezed the water, then began to clean the wounds.

Occasionally, there was a hissing sound from the mouth of the Lingga that held the pain, when Mira touched the wound, and caused pain there.

The woman continued to wipe the wounds slowly, until it was finally finished. After all the wounds were clean, now Mira began applying seventy percent alcohol to sterilize the wounds.

"Hold," Mira said with a voice that sounded vibrating.

The phallus was stunned to hear the voice of the woman. He looked around and confirmed what he heard.

"Ahead there!" mira exclaimed while pushing the cheek of Lingga that was just about to turn around.

Mira returned to her duties, and then she smeared all the wounds with red medicine. Wounds on the elbows and back, Mira left open to dry quickly.

The woman got off the bed, and squatted on the floor. He grabbed the leg of Lingga that had sprained.

Mira then applied a muscle cream and gave her a little massage.

"Aarrgghhhh!" squealing Linga when feeling pain, when Mira straightened her ankle.

"Hold on a minute" said Mira, who is still massaging the part.

When he finished, he placed the koyo over the ankle of Lingga.

"Done," said Mira.

The phallus pulled his legs and straightened them both on the bed, while his body, he tulungkup on a pillow that was on the stomach and thighs.

"I'm sure it helped. Now, go home" said Lingga flat.

However, Mira who was still down, was seen wiping her face with the back of her hand, and it did not escape the attention of the Linga.

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