Secret Wedding Geeky Girl & Cold Doctor
The Sword of Samurai in Action

The night is getting late...

Sheila had just walked into the room after putting Chella to bed. Just one step into the room, he was already startled by the atmosphere of the room. Sheila stared at every corner of the room with that dim lighting. When leaving the room earlier, there was nothing special but a beautiful bed decoration. However, the atmosphere of the room became very romantic.

The fragrance of jasmine flowers that flow through aromatherapy candles feels so indulgent to the smell. The flower petals scattered on the floor formed a heart with small candles in the middle. Perfected with such romantic music. Marchel chose a song by Gary Barlow called - Forever love.

Looks like Marchel really doesn't want to lose her second night. The man had been waiting since, sitting leaning on the bed while playing his phone. Especially if you are not messaging with your best friend. He had just asked Willy for help to make the room look as romantic as possible.

"Chella's asleep?" marchel's question made Sheila nod slowly.

The man grinned, put the phone on the nightstand, got out of bed and stepped closer to the wife who was still frozen leaning against the door. Sheila looked very nervous. He just lowered his head, so Marchel immediately hugged him. Tight and powerful. The scent of musk emanating from her body made Sheila so washed away. She loved the smell of her husband.

"Sister Marchel why did this room become like this?" sheila whisper.

"It's a surprise for you, honey. I want to spend this night romantically with you."

"W-what? But..."

"Sttt!!!" Marchel placed her index finger in front of Sheila's lips. "Don't talk anymore!"

Sheila rounded her eyes, as Marchel's face was so close to her that their breaths clashed against each other. All she did was put her palm on her husband's chest.

Marchel led Sheila to bed with her hand in her hand, then lay there and made her arm a pillow for Sheila. The woman was still so nervous. Imagining five years ago when Marchel violently forced him, it still caused the rest of the trauma. Marchel was still able to feel the body of the wife trembling and sweating.

"Fear huh?" marchel asked and immediately answered a nod by Sheila. The young woman still remembered how much pain was being forced. At that time even Marchel did not care even though Sheila groaned in pain. "Fear why?"

Shamefully, Sheila replied, "Fear sick again."

"No, my dear!" One kiss landed on the forehead and several other parts of the face. "I'm sorry! At that time I did not realize that I did. Am I being so rude to you?"

Sheila simply replied with a nod, so Marchel hugged her back.

"If you're not ready it's okay. There's still the next night. I'll wait."

"Sister Marchel sure?"

The two stared at each other with one greeting, Marchel brought her face closer, the longer it got closer so that the two lips were fused together. It starts with a short, sweet kiss, which eventually sweeps the two away.

Sheila was so dissolved in the gentle caress of the marchel, unlike when they first spent the night together, that Marchel played rough. Things are very different, because now there is only softness.

The beautiful, fragrant music of jasmine comes from aromatherapy candles that evoke a sensual mood for the two to pamper each other, what a perfect atmosphere.

Now, they wrestled under the covers with innocent bodies. Marchel, who was already in the upper position, looked into the wife's eyes, as if asking for permission to unify.

Sheila glanced down there timidly, her pair of neutrals capturing the samurai swords of Marchel who was ready for battle. Sheila tensed. He remembered that thing that tormented him until he was in pain a few years ago.

Marchel who saw the face of the wife who paled immediately calmed her down, giving her a kiss of affection everywhere, following a gentle touch.

"Darling, relax... It won't hurt as much as you think. I'll try as gently as possible."

The woman did not answer. All she did was hide her face in the neck of her husband. With the start of the samurai sword action that tried to show its prowess. Sheila closed her eyes, as she felt it lodged in her throne. It felt so strong and a little pushy, that the two fused together perfectly.

For a while, Marchel did not move. Sheila let go of all her fear and pain. His one hand had also ventured into the land of the Antiquities. Look for fruits that make him have to fast for five years.

Meet me! Marchel cheerful. 😂

The cold gust of air from the AC of the room made him even more eager to start fighting. It was slow at first like his promise in the beginning, but the longer, the more uncontrollable it became. Marchel was so intoxicated with sensations that it was difficult to explain in words. There is no mercy for Sheila. Marchel seemed to have forgotten herself.

Soft kisses continued to rain down on Sheila's face. The woman could only wriggle unsteadily, her two hands clawing at the upright back. The two struggled for a few minutes. In that dim room there was only the sound of struggle and moaning.

Marchel's one-shot samurai sword managed to keep the two of them closed their eyes, as something warm and sticky flowed down there.

With his breath still hunting and heart rhythm beating fast, Marchel peeked Sheila's forehead, then came down from his position that still shackled Sheila's body.

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