You Are My Sunshine
The Part 272
Dara came out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe and immediately ran to the dressing room. The hero sat leaning back on his big bed while opening his macbook reading about the hottest news of the day, the corner of his eyes catching Dara's fast-paced movements while looking down blushing in embarrassment, his wife looked adorable to him making him even more passionate want to immediately hit and drift him in a turbulent current. But he will be patient. Wira understands, Dara also needs to be prepared in order to return to love.
In the locker room Dara felt her heartbeat go crazy, even her ears almost heard her own beat. “Hey heart, why are you doing this to me!” his gerrick.
He took the lingerie he had prepared since yesterday, a black nightgown that was only a foot long. It is true that the nightgown is long, only very thin looking also her cleavage is very low. Dara bit her own lips with a tinge of red increasingly spread on her flawless beautiful face. For a long time he did not appear sexy in front of the Wira in order to keep the fast of love can run properly according to Raisa's advice.
He opened his bathrobe, took the lingerie and faced the large mirror that was there. When you want to wear a nightgown, the movement stops. Dara stared at her innocent reflection in the large mirror. Her face that originally had a bright face turned grim, her fingers moving to the part of her abdomen where the scar of the surgical incision was still visible there, her fingers moved to the part of her stomach where the scar of the surgical incision was still visible, it has not faded completely even though every day it has been smeared with scar removal drugs prescribed by Raisa.
Suddenly, a sense of insecurity creeps him in. His gaze lowered towards the surgery marks that were wide enough in his stomach, his body shape was indeed starting to return to how it was, although not completely, only that fear was now flushing over him, feeling that his body was not as beautiful as before.
What if Mas Wira even became lustless and no longer interested in seeing me like this?
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The hero put the device he had been holding on the nightstand. It had been half an hour waiting but Dara did not return to bed. He inched down and followed into the dressing room, wondering what caused his wife to stay there for so long.
Once inside, Wira was surprised by Dara who was standing without a thread in front of the mirror, only when he noticed his face like cheering. Although only the dim lights were turned on, still the look on Dara's face that was looking down grimly was clearly visible.
I'd better put on my long pajamas as usual and linger here, may Mas Wira fall asleep. I don't feel ready to go back to rubbing my skin with her,
his inner.
Dara decided to put back the nightgown and intended to take the pajamas in the closet located next to the mirror, when she returned to focus on looking at the mirror she gasped to find Wira who stood a few steps behind her, was looking at him with his hands going into his trending pants pocket.
“Mas!” his screeches. Dara kelabakan because it is still in plain condition. He grabbed the bathrobe he was wearing, covered his body and turned around.
“How long is it hmm? it was like waiting for almost a century, but my wife never came. I feel ignored,” sulky spoiled Wira.
Wira stepped closer, while Dara was getting backwards to hit the closet. Swallowing his saliva in panic and racking his brain trying to find an excuse. “Eh... it-it's because I'm looking for a dress that's suitable for me to wear,” I'm afraid of.
Wira increasingly push Dara until now their position is very close, clinging docked, so intimate. “Whichever clothes you wear will no longer be useful later, I miss your warmth so much that it almost feels crazy,” his sis full of desire.
Wira was about to pass the bathrobe that was only draped in Dara's body, but Dara's hand held it while saying, “Don't Mas!” he shook his head full of pleas.