Little Girl Om Doctor

Moo&Poo #8

De grabbed the towel after he finished the last cut. Wrap it around the waist, so that the long object that is being scratched is not stiffening carelessly.

The man stepped towards the bathtub, right by his wife's side. De instantly lifted Cyara's body, while the beautiful girl tightened her arms and placed her chin between the recesses of De's neck.

De chuckled a little, making Cyara frown. "What are you laughing at, Poo?"

"Nothing, dear. But is it that bad the pain is, until you can't do anything?"

Hearing that, Cyara immediately snorted. Does this guy not remember last night? He was like a man of loyalty, making Cyara moan repeatedly without stopping. However, the so-called name continues to be engrossed in his own game.

"You really forgot about last night? Huh, or maybe it wasn't you?" cetus Cyara, accused De with his words. While the girl's fingers pinched her husband's back.

"Don't be so reckless! Obviously I made you scream, sigh and moan because of our love last night."

"Then why are you asking like that, Poo? Obviously I feel tired, you're kind of ravaging my body. Even posture-wise, I've lost far."

De chuckled, he kissed Cyara's innocent shoulder which gave off a fresh scent. He broke the sideburns, until Cyara moved in an incline.

"Yes, honey, yes."

De put Cyara's body on the side of the bed, took back the towel and dried the girl's body.

"Let me. Poo grab a shirt," said Cyara holding De's big hand. The man obediently, without speaking he handed the towel to his wife and stepped into the wardrobe.

However, when the man returned he not only brought clothes but also a hair dryer and a comb. Cyara smiled, as De turned into a very considerate man.

"Poo, I can wear it myself," Cyara refused as De tried to put anything that should be attached to Cyara's body.

The man shook his head, not accepting the rejection.

"No! Quickly lift your hips."

Cyara let out a sigh of resignation, letting her husband do things as he pleased. Cyara kept silent, while De was busy twirling the hair dryer.

"Honeymoon? Are we going for a walk there?" Cyara asked back complete with her innocent gaze, making De always feel unable to not kiss the tiny lips.

The cup!

"Yes, Moo. But the real purpose isn't that."

"What?"

"So that we get more intimate, and can create the most beautiful moments after marriage. The most beautiful moment we will never forget, until we are old. That we've been somewhere, and spent time just the two of us" De explained after pressing the off button. He put the hair dryer on the bed, then rested in front of Cyara's knees while holding the pretty girl's hand. "I want to do anything with you, honey."

Cyara's cheeks instantly blushed, she bit her lower lip, looking at De who always managed to make her heart pound unusual.

"How long have we been on our honeymoon, Poo?"

"We set it to your own power."

De chuckled slightly, while Cyara began to glare.

"What does that mean?"

Cyara's eyeballs followed De's body movements, who now turned to sit beside him, hugging his waist and burying his face in his chest.

"We make a lot of kids."

Gluey!

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