You Are My Sunshine
The Part 110
Wira came out of the bathroom just by wearing a towel wrapped around her waist hiding something that always makes Dara scream deliciously. The water still dripped from her wet hair and Dara was standing outside the bathroom door with a small towel to dry her husband's hair.
Maybe the influence of the baby's birth, it's been some time recently Dara always wanted to dry her husband's hair every time the Wira finished bathing, Dara always wanted to dry her husband's hair, and of course with great pleasure the Hero gave himself up and allowed the woman he loved to do as he pleased with his body.
They stood face to face, Wira slightly bent her body and Dara began to dry the wet hair using a small towel in her hand. The hero puts both palms on Dara's buttocks that are getting fuller and sexy while occasionally squeezing it with anxiety
"Ih Mas can be diem not really, really naughty hands," protested Dara who is still faithful to dry the hair of Wira.
"The abbisnya gemesin, make dolt," he said with a perverted look.
Dara punched her husband's checkered stomach while glaring and pouting. "Haish in the early hours of this day will have been met with his dedek, the present will again. Pity it if it continues to be hit by earthquakes, it is thought there will be aftershocks later he was shocked."
It is true, early this morning when Wira woke up first and saw the scenery of Dara's sleeping dress that was revealed to make her maleness desire squirm and tempted to blend. Especially last night before going to bed they do not do activities as usual because both dissolve in the atmosphere of blue which makes their minds and bodies tired.
But this morning Wira returned to energy and as a normal man of course no doubt his passion immediately rose to see the sincerity of his beloved wife's skin. Dara was still asleep at the time, but then she felt a warm hand slip behind her clothes and touch her sensitive spots.
The pro hero knows how to get his little wife to give herself to him, even though drowsy Dara finally got carried away with the flow until the satisfaction they achieved together, but the hero does his melting as gently as possible because now there is another life growing in his wife's womb.
"I'm sorry my little baby Papa, you have to be strong in there," said Wira with one hand stroking Dara's stomach to make his wife smile.
"But you also like the early morning earthquake? even you have shouted my name many times," his god was shameless in an unconcealed desire.
"What kind of question is this? I don't want to answer!" Dara drowned her red blushing face in the chest of the Hero field, the words of Wira just made her face heat up in embarrassment.
The hero chuckled then his hand moved rubbing Dara's back. "Are you sure you want to go to the big house? if you feel not ready, do not force yourself and wait at home. Let me just come there."
"I. I still want to come. Anyway now that I'm your wife, let's explain all this together." Dara looked up and stared at her husband's stunning irises.
"Here, where are your hands," pinta Wira, then Dara thrust out both hands.
"Is it still as painful as last night?" ask the returning hero who looks worried.
"No, just a little bit of pain" Dara replied with a smile trying to calm the Hero.
Wira brought both hands of Dara to his lap, treating his bruises and also his scuffed fingers then after finishing affixing the medicine he kissed on the sick part full of affection. "Wouldn't wear the ring first, wait for your finger to heal properly and then wear it again."
"I want to wear it Mas, for me this is not just a symbol of marriage. As this ring coiled around my finger I felt that you were always close, but when forced to take it off I felt separated thousands of miles away from you. So, let me wear it. Mas don't worry, I'm fine" he assured Wira.
"Alright, thank you for being such a strong wife. I love you." The hero cupped the side of Dara's face and kissed her sweet lips full of love.
"I love you too, always."
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