Passion Love Duda Handsome
Stay at the House of In-Law
Arriving in the room, Rama placed Dea's body on the bed carefully, fearing that his beloved wife would wake up. Rama inched slowly towards the door and locked it from the inside then kept it in a place that was not reached by Dea.
For a moment he sighed while looking at Dea's face, as if not believing if his wife had returned, a happy smile plastered on Rama's lips.
Rama took a t-shirt and shorts from the closet, better change clothes and wash your face, if the old shower to get up and storm.
Ten minutes later Rama came out of the bathroom with a fresh face, stepping towards the bed. Finally after a few months there is a distance now he can one more bed with his beloved wife.
Rama pulls a blanket to cover Dea's entire body and body, using his arm as a pillow for his wife. Rama hugged Dea, giving a kiss on the forehead, cheeks and all parts of the woman's face.
Disturbed by Dea's delirium, "Darling I want to sleep, don't disturb me" Dea's body turned back to Rama.
Rama pushed and hugged Dea from behind, giving a small kiss on the woman's nape, "eemmt," Dea squirming with amusement, while Rama chuckled.
It feels like a long time not doing this, disturbing the wife's deep sleep. Rama's hand went into the T-shirt that Dea was wearing, slightly revealing the cover of the twin mountains and squeezing Dea's twin mountain, "sttt," unconsciously Dea hissing and turning her body into a stretch.
Rama revealed the shirt that Dea used, whether since when he was in Dea's body, his hands were up there playing on the twin mountains of Dea, both of his hands point there and become a baby, Dea moans as Rama makes a kismark on some parts of his body.
Rama finished his act and rolled beside Dea, looking at his work. His hand lowered and removed the twin mountain cover belonging to Dea, then threw it aside.
"Good sleep, dear," Rama kissed Dea's lips and the attractive blanket he had caught from Dea's body, re-hugging it by inserting Dea's hand of the machete.
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The next morning, Dea squirmed and her body felt heavy, slowly those beautiful eyes, wanting to feel like she was screaming as Rama was hugging her. But she realized that Rama was still her husband.
"Mas" Dea slapped his husband's cheek, but Rama did not open his eyes. Dea but still tried to block the burly hand it could not. Dea clucked furiously, glancing at the clock that was stuck on the wall above the entrance.
Dea looked around, looking for her bag because her phone was in the bag but it didn't seem to exist, in the car they were riding in maybe, Dea thought.
"Mas, get up," Dea shook Rama's arms, as he was disturbed Rama only muttered, "be quiet Ray, I'm dreaming of hugging my wife Dea,"
"Mas, Dea is going to the bathroom," Dea's hand caressed Rama's jaw with tiny feathers.
"Hemmt," Rama opened his eyes, then the eyes of the two met to wake Rama is not a dream, he woke up and Dea, his beloved wife is still in his arms. Rama tightened that embrace.
"Mas, Dea's going to the bathroom!" Dea half-cried in annoyance, and Rama chuckled and loosened the embrace and said, "sorry, I thought it was a dream" but Dea did not press.
Dea walked quickly to the bathroom and closed the door rather tight to make Rama surprised and rubbed his chest, "astaga, Dea," Rama shook his anxiety about the behavior of the wife.
Ten minutes later the bathroom door opened, Dea appeared with a sullen face but how could she see the beautiful in Rama's eyes.
"Dea's clothes are still here, aren't they, Mas?" Dea stepped towards Rama's wardrobe, then opened and smiled when she saw the clothes that she had deliberately lived in this room were still neatly arranged.
Dea did leave a few pieces of clothes here, just in case they came to this house suddenly and happened to not bring a change of clothes.
"Still dong, dear," Rama hugged Dea from behind, then kissed the temple of the owner of his heart. Dea's heart rippled slightly as Rama did this, honestly the love was still there, but the disappointment still dominated.
"Don't get your clothes, my love for you is still intact" Rama again kissed Dea's head from behind. Dea had already taken out a home garment and with*******, then hit Rama's still-circled hand on her stomach.
"I want to take a bath first, Mas," Rama sighed softly, then released his hand from Dea's stomach.
"Can you come?" Rama rolled one eye flirtatious, Dea just shook his head and twisted the eyeballs carelessly. Rama was saddened to be, had not joked with his wife for a long time, although angry but still as adorable as this, thought Rama.
"Aaaaaaa," came a scream from the bathroom, lucky the room was soundproof. Fearing something happened to Dea, Rama immediately ran and pushed through the door and broke it, Rama's body froze to see the appearance of the wife without a thread was attached.
Rama repeatedly swallowed his salivary plan, dampening his maleness. His soul longs and thirsts for touch and wants to touch the wife who comes suddenly when seeing the state and position of the wife.
"Why is this rich in gini?" Dea asked as she turned her body, she who initially faced the glass now facing the husband, again Rama tried to suppress the desire to pounce on the wife.
"Mana mas know," Rama's eyes still staring in awe at Dea's body that looks more contained, last night became a baby was very torturous, especially now see Dea like this. Instantly Rama rubbed his face rough, took a breath and exhaled through his mouth.