Talented Girl

At Rooms

Zyva came out of the bathroom and dried her hair with a towel. While Devan immediately threw a sharp look at Zyva.

"Why leave me alone, baby?" tanya Devan approached towards Zyva.

"Hemm, no formula yet a Zyva leaves her husband. Isn't it just the opposite?" asked Zyva while drying her eyes.

The cup! Again a brief kiss landed perfectly on Zyva's lips. "Well, this time I gave up. I'll take a shower soon and we'll be out of the room together." Devan said as he walked into the bathroom.

Zyva just cleared her throat and walked towards the dresser to dry her hair with a hair dryer. After drying his hair, he sat on the sofa room and opened the tab to skirt his dissertation while waiting for Devan to finish his bath.

Clamps! The bathroom door opened and now Devan deliberately exposed his burly body and only used a towel that was coiled around his waist. The water droplets from Devan's wet hair made him look very challenging.

Unfortunately Zyva did not criticize Devan at all and still struggling with his dissertation. Seeing Zyva so ignore him, Devan brought himself closer and sat down beside Zyva.

"Darling," call Devan. "It's still busy?"

"No, it's a little nyicil while waiting for you to finish your bath." replied Zyva who then put a question to the table and turned her gaze towards Devan.

Gluey! Zyva gulped his saliva roughly when he saw Devan's extremely challenging appearance already sitting in front of him.

"Your mother waited under the tablets. Buruan yuk." said Zyva covering her nervousness.

Instead of immediately wearing his clothes, Devan actually brought himself closer to Zyva. "When do we want first night, baby?" devan whispered right in Zyva's ear.

"Don't be nervous, baby. Can't wait, huh?" devan asked to poke Zyva's chin and then confirmed the twisting of the towel.

"Dev, the game change clothes" said Zyva slightly pushing Devan's burly body.

"I told you that Dena would come down with you at dinner. What if this afternoon we're gonna do some sports, baby?" ask Devan.

Zyva frowned, "Sports?" ask Zyva who does not understand the meaning of Devan's words.

"Yep, exercise on the bed." Devan replied while lifting Zyva's body ala bridal style and bring her on the bed.

Zyva is no longer able to work. He also wrapped his hands around Devan's neck making Devan crack his big smile.

Devan lulls Zyva to sleep and then goes straight up next to Zyva. "I'm really looking forward to this time with you, baby" Devan said, playing Zyva's long hair.

"Not now, Dev. I'm afraid you'll be disappointed." said Zyva.

"Looking for what, baby?" ask Devan who is getting closer to Zyva. "I know if you want that too. Just chill. I'll do it slowly." said Devan who then landed his lips on Zyva's lips.

For some reason, touching Zyva's lips with hers is something that makes her addicted. Even this time Zyva gave Devan more access and replied with a little li*r.

Devan slowly touched Zyva's chest from behind the t-shirt he was wearing and continued to aim behind his wife's back to remove Zyva's b*a hook to make something beautiful*mb*l'm behind the shirt.