My beloved, the Princess

Ep. 27

Meanwhile across the phone. Ayodhya was only flat-faced when she remembered the sassness of the Sutopo woman who bravely closed her phone first.

Pranks!

The phone with the picture of the apple was smashed into pieces under the feet of its owner. Sabian raised his face and found Ayodhya who had a sour face.

"Dhea call?" Sabian asked who could guess the root of the problem from her lover's jealousy.

"Don't ask too many questions!" Ketus Ayodhya who then took his shirt that rolled on the floor.

"I prepared the warm water. Take a bath your body must be sticky." Said Sabian of attention. He then helped carry Ayodhya who could not walk to the bathroom.

Sabian put Ayodhya's body into the bathtub. He then took shampoo and soap so that Ayodhya did not have to move to take it. And after all that was needed ready he stepped away.

"Where are you going?" Ayodhya asked who saw Sabian walking out of the bathroom.

Sabian turned around and pointed out the door. "I'm gonna clean up last night's mess." Legally.

Ayodhya waved her hand. "You haven't bathed me!" Tell Ayodhya who looks a little difficult.

Sabian was momentarily confused. "Can't you take a shower yourself?" He asked, as a thought passed by.

Sabian could for a moment see Ayodhya's cheeks flushed red. "I'm a Princess! I've never lived without a servant." Ayodhya's great-grandson with a turned face.

Sabian smiled and approached her lover who was no more spoiled than a 5-year-old boy. He took a small chair and grabbed the body of Ayodhya who was still wrapped in his oversized shirt.

For a moment Sabian felt ashamed of himself if he saw Ayodhya who unceremoniously took off her clothes and threw her into the basket of clothes just like that.

The body was as smooth as porcelain, with a reddish-white skin color that was presented before his eyes. A clean body without stains, even one mole did not dare to appear there. Riding slightly from the back to the beautiful nape was so tempting to faith when Ayodhya's blonde hair was in a loop over the head.

Sabian gulped more and more as the breasts were crazed and contained it greeting her dark iris. What a heavenly sight. Sabian even had to hold her nose which was like going to nosebleed.

"Why silence?"

The questioning voice of Ayodhya managed to wake Sabian from her wild fantasies. He then shook his head and made Ayodhya look strange.

"Don't you see it and touch it? Why are you still such an idiot?!" Sarkas Ayodhya who successfully changed Sabian's mood to bad.

Sabian grabbed the soap and deliberately poured very much (all) on Ayodhya's body.

"Yeah! What are you doing, you idiot!" Ayodhya spray is fierce because her body is now filled with liquid soap.

Ayodhya glared, not what. But look at that body of Zeus' god. Know the boxes and also...

Glucose!

Ayodhya gulped when she saw "something" between Sabian's crotches. Is that what Mr. P is called? Wouldn't it be more aptly called ...

"Ekhem!" Ayodhya cleared her throat as perverted thoughts tainted her brain. He turned his face away and played soapy foam.

"What are you doing?" The question sounds awkward.

"Mandy." Sahut Sabian.

Ayodhya looked for a moment and immediately turned again as Sabian entered the same bathtub as him.

"Don't that already be?" Ayodhya's great-grandson with a voice that almost disappeared.

Sabian was confused. What's wrong with her? Ask in the heart. However, when looking more closely at Ayodhya's reddened face and reluctant to look at him Sabian immediately got a good signal.

"Don't you see it and touch it? Why is it still like a virgin boy?!" Sabian speech returns Ayodhya speech accompanied by rarity.

Ayodhya squinted unhappily. "Quick clean these soaps!" His orders thrust his body over which Sabian poured a bottle of liquid soap.

Sabian took the handslap and gently rubbed the soaps. The initial intention was not to take the opportunity. But, which man whose faith does not waver if treated by this erotic scene.

Sabian was a little panicked when something down there started to twitch and get up. He then looked at Ayodhya's face which looked natural even though his body was touched by a man.

"Sabian, your pen* stands." Ayodhya was honest. It was because he felt that something was touching his lower abdomen.

Sabian instantly flushed. "Shut up!" Tell her. He again washed Ayodhya's body and stopped when the hand had to clean the pay*dara area.

Again he condemned the nature of his maleness that can not be controlled. However, with eyes heading in the other direction Sabian began to clean up in that area.

"Ugh, fun!" Ayodhya said. His eyes were enjoying.

Fatal mistake because Sabian is getting crazy for not being able to hold back his desire any longer.

"Why stop?" Ayodhya asked as Sabian closed her eyes and clenched her hands.

"It!" Sabian grabbed Ayodhya's hand and gave her hanslap. He then moved on and out of the bathroom. Behind the door, Sabian took a deep breath then lowered her head. Presumably he had to settle his 'sister' business by himself thanks to Ayodhya who poked him all out.