Sabila, Sweet Love Young Master

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Sabil bit his lower lip withstanding shame, never before had he dressed this season in front of a man. Even though their relationship is now halal, Sabil still feels ashamed.

"Sir Andra wants to take a shower too."

Don't come near brother. Pleases...

His hands were busy squeezing the slightly open top, tightening it to make it invisible.

"Your hair is still wet, can catch a cold if it is not drained immediately. Sit down and let me dry." Andra grabbed the tip of Sabil's hair that was dripping with water.

"No need, brother, I'm alone. Sister take a bath, it's not good to take a shower too late."

I can't, I don't even wear anything but this bathrobe.

"No, what do you want...Uhh..." Sabil's body floated as Andra lifted him up suddenly and then lowered him on the chair in front of the dressing table.

The man opened the drawer, looking for a hairdryer there. Sabil's eyeballs followed every move Andra made.

"Shut up..." Andra started to turn on the hair dryer in her hand.

"I'm just a brother," said Sabil who still felt uncomfortable. He looked through the mirror in front of him, painstakingly the man dreaded Sabil's hair.

Brother Andra is very handsome, is not he always handsome. Sabil's gaze occasionally stared at her husband.

A few moments later the wet hair had dried. Andra turned off the dryer and put it back in.

"Thank you brother."

"I'll clean my body first." Andra kissed the head of Sabil.

After making sure Andra entered and closed the bathroom door, Sabil rushed into the walk in closet.

What is this closet but like a room to store clothes, a lot like a clothing store.

One by one Sabil opened the wardrobe, and it is true that there are many women's clothes arranged there and the size is very in accordance with the body of Sabil.

Sabil is looking for a nightgown for her to wear tonight, one door opens revealing a row of sexxyy nightgowns inside.

What is this, why are all the models open like this. What should I wear.

Without a second thought Sabil pulled one of the clothes, afraid Andra was done with her bath.

The clothes fit so well in Sabil's body, the curves of his body forming perfectly. The open top and the length of the bottom are so minimal.

Aahhh this is embarrassing, I look like I just want to tease her.

Her heart was racing, waiting for her husband to come out of the bathroom.

Sabil deliberately faces towards the bathroom. Peering from the slit of his blanket.

Clamps.

The door opened, the athletic body that was still half wet was left open at the top. Just a small towel wrapped around his waist. Maybe a little interested can open everything.

Sabil shook his head with all his thoughts. Pull the blanket over his entire body.

"You'd be short of breath if it was my wife."

My wife, that call made Sabil even more ashamed.

Why does this bed move. Did Andra's sister wear her clothes.

Sabil popped his head, a second later his eyes were perfectly rounded. Andra's face was very close even barely sticking.

"Sister hasn't worn clothes yet, it'll catch a cold..."

Is it time.

"Who wears his clothes on the wedding night."

Brakkk...

Andra held up the blanket covering his wife's body. The beautiful scenery that he admired so much, his body sculpture was clearly so perfect. Plus the sexy lingerie that sticks out shows that beauty.

Andra's eyes were already filled with a mist of passion, she brought her face closer and landed her lips full of tenderness. Andra took a slight sip, giving a strange effect to Sabil's body. Then he let go for a moment staring at the eyeballs of Sabil inside.

"May..." Ask with heated breath and hunt.

Sabil knew her husband was already very enveloped in his passion. She also knew that this was one of her duties as a wife.

A small nod published a smile on his lips.

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Tomorrow again yes. It turns out that telling is harder than practicing. upss.....

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