You Are My Sunshine
Bonchap 3
The breath of the Spirit is heavy. As a result of his own actions he began to suffer, hit by the pressure that ran throughout his bloodstream. Even his head was now throbbing violently, a result of his own ignited desire. His mischievous hands that walk to reveal the shirt of the wife's canal then rubbed the skin of the buttocks up to Dara's back, sending a powerful gallon that always managed to drag him in an unbearable high voltage current.
Dara was still focusing on squinting her eyes until her eyebrows almost met while shaving on her chin, rolling the razor sharp as carefully as possible, taking the right precision angle ensures her husband's handsome look is not scratched in the least.
Drawn the razor into a stainless steel glass filled with water available on the side of the sink. Take a small towel that is not far from the reach of the hand and then moistened using warm water. In the whole Wira jaw using the wet towel, do not forget after shave is placed in the palm of the hand and then gently patted to the face of the husband.
”Nah, it's done.” Dara dyed the jaw of the hero who is now free from fine hairs.
“I shower first yes, want to get ready.” Dara was about to break down the embrace, but the Hero pulled her gently. Sinking her face into Dara's neck, inhaling her female scent deeply. His sharp nose and wet lips began to run there, creating gelenyar mixed with amusement that made Dara laugh while slightly bearded away the face.
“Basic of naughty lips!” Dara patted Wira's lips together with her index finger. The hero did not answer, choosing to look at his wife as if she was stripping through the gaze of her eagle eyes which were now foggy in passion.
Not knowing. The heroes lowered their heads and pulled Dara's nape until their lips met. Sip the sweet taste of the candle that never timid. Dara sighed taking a breath in a sudden attack, before long he was able to compensate for the movement of the lips of the more greedy Wira devoured him.
Both panting. The atmosphere of the bathroom suddenly rose a few degrees to release the heat coming from two humans who were nurturing their love tree to flourish. So that the stem is sturdy, the leaves are thick also shady, then flowering beautifully, then fruiting sweet.
The hero growled as he left his favorite ruum lips that were now open scooping up oxygen. Started down to sniff and softly kiss the white neck of Dara's level to adore, not want to paint leave a trace.
“I ... I want to take a shower first, Mas.” Dara said stupefied. Honestly, the fire that was ignited by Wira began to burn him, plus pregnancy hormones made it difficult to control himself.
“We shower together,” whispered sensual Wira into the ears of her pregnant woman.
“But later I was late,” protested Dara while trying to clear her brain which is now starting to be clouded by seduction senyar passion, even though she was being hunted for time.
“It won't be long. I've completely boiled,” hiss Wira full of promise to Dara's ears.
The charm and seduction of her handsome husband is indeed very difficult to resist. Dara resigned when Wira scooped the hems of his clothes on both sides then passed it through the head, followed by throwing other cloths that block. He also complied when Wira pulled him under the shower.
Water splashed on their skin. Wira hugs Dara from behind rubbing her distended stomach. The eyes of the two closed with hands touching each other. The roar of male and feminine breath chime in the air.
Finally Wira chose to bring Dara drowned in the bathub when it was felt Dara's legs began to weaken due to the expert touch. The hero first entered the sea of water mixed with lavender-scented foam, followed by Dara who sat on his lap. The two melted there full of tenderness for the peace of the twins in the womb. Not excited, but still excited.
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