Sharing Love: Between Us

Chapter 226 The Haram Shirt

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Riska was silent in the bathroom, she had not removed a single shirt from her body.

"Oh, how is this? Do I have to wear less material like that?" murmured Riska, talking more to herself.

Seeing the short dress in red, on the shoulders there is only a spaghetti strap as a restraint.

"Dream what I was last night, until I had to wear such an illicit suit" Riska grumbled, still looking at the clothes in front of her.

With a slight roughness, she took a toothbrush, then brushed her teeth first, although her eyes never shifted from the red dress.

His eyes stared dislikefully at the long swearing in his heart.

After brushing her teeth, Riska looked back at the dress. Slowly he approached, his hands palpating the smooth cloth which looked slightly overawed.

Feels so smooth and soft, he knew it was for sure that it was no ordinary material, everything was made of premium materials.

As a person who works in the fashion world, he knows the various qualities of clothing materials.

"This must be very expensive, the material is good like this," Grumbled Riska.

Taking the dress, then trying to stick it in front of the body, she glazed without wearing the shirt.

"Do I deserve to wear a shirt like this?" asked Riska again looking at the reflection in the mirror.

Dress with a striking color, looks so luxurious with a model that will further accentuate the body shape of the wearer.

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Keenan, starting to fret, when Riska was not also seen coming out of the bathroom, after a long time there.

He who had been busy with his cellphone, now looked at the bathroom door that was still tightly closed.

"Have he been in the bathroom? It's been a long time" said Keenan.

He then put his phone on the nightstand, then moved and walked towards the bathroom door.

"Darling? You're okay, right?" asked Keenan, knocking quietly on the bathroom door.

"Yes, one minute!" answer Riska from within.

After hearing Riska's answer, Keenan no longer asked her questions.

Shortly thereafter, Riska opened the door, slowly. He looked at the entire room from the crack of the door that only opened a little.

"Where, Brother? How come it's not in the room?" murmured Riska, while circulating her gaze still from inside the bathroom.

"Thank God that you are not in the room, I can go outside without being ashamed of him" Riska murmured again, widening the gap of the bathroom door, so she can pass through it.

With slow steps, Riska began to walk out of the bathroom, her eyes staring at the bed where she was going to hide behind the blanket from her husband's sight.

Occasionally her eyes also circulated to look elsewhere, to confirm the whereabouts of her husband.

"Why is the road that way? Like just turning away."

Deg.

Riska twisted her body slowly with widened eyes. The woman grimaced with a smile that looked very awkward, seeing the husband who was standing leaning next to the bathroom door, with his hands crossed his chest.

'Oh, my God, why is he there?' lament Riska in the heart.

"Heheh, brother, I don't think there's anyone" Riska replied.

Keenan stared at the entire body of his wife, the red dress worn by Riska, as if adding to her beauty in Keenan's eyes.

'What a beauty my wife is tonight' Keenan murmured inwardly, praising the natural beauty the wife possessed.

Skin that is not too white, but still looks fresh and healthy. In addition to the dim rays from the room lights and candles scattered in every corner of the room, making Riska's skin look more shiny.

Riska who began to realize the direction of her husband's view, now aware of the situation. Her reflexes crossed her arms in front of her chest, blocking her husband's passionate eyes.

"A–what's that, Brother, look?" ask Riska.

Instead of mnejawab, Keenan even shook his head faintly with a smile on his lips. Stepping forward to Riska who is now even stepping back, trying to stay away from her husband.

Keenan did not make a sound, but his longing gaze and gestures seemed to represent all his current feelings for Riska.

"A–abang what to do?" asked Riska again, the distance stepped back from the beginning he stood, now more distant, however, the distance himself and Keenan even closer.

"Hhh!" riska's breath was choked, as her body was about to fall down, as her feet tripped over the makeup bench.

Fortunately Keenan caught her body, until now she was in the arms of her husband.

"You are, why is it always so reckless, hem?" asked Keenan, in a very intimate position.

Riska could even relax Keenan's warm breath, hitting his face, making the woman bristle, she said,

Riska's heart was timid, as her eyes met the pendang with Keenan's. The hot, full of desire and love were mixed into one, as if burning the body of Riska, to be swept away in the cradle of the same taste.

Slowly the face was getting closer, with the eyes never being separated, until finally the lips of the two fused an amazingly different sensation.

The excitement of love that has just been expressed, as if to be a spirit and other sensations, in just this time.

Keenan began to move his lips, when he did not accept rejection from his wife, he tasted and mel*mat chewy object that feels so sweet.

Riska*as Keenan's hand, she closed her eyes, enjoying the delicious sensation created from each movement of her husband.

The man just released the link of their lips after Riska was seen no longer able to breathe properly.

The two eyebrows collided with gasping breath. Keenan smiled, looking at his wife's red face.

"You still feel stiff in replying to my movements, baby," said Keenan, teasing his wife.

Sure enough, all of it managed to make Riska's cheeks more reddened, coupled with the reward of a spoiled pinch on her stomach.

"Sshhh, you're so happy anyway, nyubit me," lamented Keenan, with a small ruckus in his mouth.

One of his hands, rubbing Riska's delicate cheeks, he again gave small kisses on his wife's lips.

"I want you, baby," said Keenan, with lips still very close to Riska's lips.

Riska opened her eyes, looking into her husband's already foggy eyes. Slowly, she nodded her head in approval of the husband's request.

Keenan smiled widely, with a single move, he admired his wife's body and led her to the top of the bed.

Keenan reunited his lips, with his hands beginning to activate, providing stimulation to his wife's sensitive points.

One of the ropes on Riska's shoulder has been open, whether since when. Her husband was so clever to distract her that he could not hold back everything Keenan did to his own body.

Riska began to make a restrained sound, as Keenan's lips began to move down, inserting the neck into the collarbone, giving some marks there.

Until finally he landed his lips on the top of one of Riska's twin mountains, he played there for a while, like a baby who was relieving his thirst.

His hands do not stay still, feel, massage and rem*as, other Riska sensitive points. It made his wife feel such a powerful sensation.

Wiggling, holding a sense of unmatched pleasure, because of the actions of the husband who already knows all the points of weakness.

Keenan smiled as Riska's body trembled violently under his confinement, signaling that his wife had already lost first.

He then lifted his body, to open the bathrobe that he was wearing.

"Prepare, for now it is my turn" said Keenan, with a raucous voice and a passionate grin on his lips.

The real fight was just underway, with a period of time either until when? Only the two of them know.

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