That Beautiful Prisoner is my wife

Just a dream

"Dear watch out!"

Pork! The sound of a crash was heard. Milly's forehead hit the post in front of her before then making the girl look on and bounce back. Somehow Milly forgot that she was standing next to a garden light pole.

A panicked Billy immediately approached his wife and crouched down next to Milly, who was in the middle of the squalor. The girl grimaced as she rubbed her suddenly bruised temple plan.

"Darling, are you okay?" tanyanya while rubbing his wife's forehead. "I tried to warn you, honey, but you didn't pay attention to it."

"Aaa,, sick ...," Milly lamented as she turned her gaze toward Billy full of warning. Whether she as a woman wants what, even though Billy has done the right thing, still wrong in his eyes.

"Yes, yes, dear. I'm taking it slow, yeah. Which part is sick?" billy asked with a serious facial expression, while his gaze scanned every inch of his wife's face so closely.

"Here," Milly replied in a spoiled tone while pointing her forehead.

Billy smiled gently. "Your silence is flushed, dear." she said in a worried tone.

"Sick ,," Milly again complained while pampered. Whether he was aware of it or not, his childish behavior actually made Billy even more anxious.

"Come, Honey. Let me treat."

"Medicine?" Milly blinked, not understanding. His gaze combed around and found nothing around them, how could Billy say he would treat it? Then he raised his head and found a pair of neutrals that were watching him while twisting their eyes. "You said medicine? Where's medicine?" ask her then with a curious expression.

With a smile that was still imprinted, Billy who was crouching with one knee resting on the floor moved slowly cupped his wife's face with tenderness. While Milly who had been confused can only be obedient and resigned, let Billy do what he wants. Apparently the forehead that is bent this pole makes it aware and kapok to defy.

Staring at his wife who closed his eyes, Billy was increasingly fascinated by the beauty presented in front of him. Beautiful eyebrows like a crescent moon that shaded two brown irises that sparkled beautifully every time he looked at her even though in a state of anger. While the tip of the nose taper it is so perfectly combined with tiny lips that reddened the ranum.

Billy blew his wife's bruised forehead gently a few times. She saw Milly's lips thinning to deepen the dimple on her cheek. The gust of wind that hit his forehead felt cool, enough to reduce the pain he now felt.

The tightly closed eyelids suddenly opened and widened instantly when a touch of chewy object landed gently on his forehead. Somewhat long, until Milly's cheeks felt red due to a hot kiss Billy's lips were fused gently on his forehead.

Two pairs of loving netra greet each other when Billy ends his kiss. The man with a big nose with a firm jaw lowered his head, and gave a smile as sweet as honey to his wife who still looked dazed.

"Is it still sick?" billy asked as he pulled out a strand of hair framing his wife's pretty face, then slipped it behind his ear.

"Huum,,," Milly nodded faintly.

Without warning Billy again landed his kiss there. "Again?" ask her then in a seductive tone.

Seeing Billy who was just smiling made Milly immediately shake her hand and laugh out loud. "Hahaha, don't think I'm crazy from the impact just now yeah, I'm just kidding. I haven't laughed in a long time so I don't want to forget how to."

Absolutely absurd reason that Milly chose as a form of shaming. The laughter clearly sounded forced.

The cup! Billy silenced the tiny lips lying tight using his lips suddenly so that Milly was completely silent and no longer making a sound. Only his eyes were perfectly rounded from being overpowered by the overwhelming shock. Don't ask how their heart is. Thoughtfully hit the chest cavity, as if it wanted to jump out from there.

Long Billy imprints his red curvature on his wife's seductive red ripe lips. His tongue lamented wildly, carrying his wife's timid tongue and bringing on mutual enjoyment.

Milly who gets an unprepared attack eventually stung because of running out of air supplies in his lungs, and makes Billy immediately release their sea.

"Sorry" Billy said as he rubbed Milly's wet lips.

Milly immediately lowered her face. Trying to hide the shy hue that was spitting out spoiled. But Billy quickly grabbed his chin, forcing the girl to stare at him.

Without warning, Billy cupped his wife's face and floated a pile of kisses. Plied Milly's face with so many kisses on her forehead, cheeks, eyelids and chin, as she wanted. The last kiss was anchored on Milly's red lips.

The kiss went on for a long time and deepened. Because Milly seemed to be resigned and opened her mouth willingly. Even her formerly timid tongue is now avenging Billy's attack and balancing out her husband's game. Both are lulled in the beauty of love with the exchange of salivary so hot and burning.

Again the two foggy netra of desire greeted each other with love. Although the lips were silent, but the eyes hinted at each other happiness.

With a gentle and so light gesture, Billy's hand moved stroking his wife's embarrassed blushing face. Milly closed her eyes while biting her lower lip as the soft caress delivered a different twinkle which again succeeded in catapulting her imagination.

But that touch over time turned into a slow clap that moved in tails. Even the voice of the faint-hearted middle-aged woman could be heard calling out to him.

"Milly, Milly."

Milly who was still tightly closed then wriggled spoiled, stretching the muscles of the body that felt stiff in the bed. The sound of calls and pats on the cheeks managed to tease her from a comfortable sleep.

He opened his eyes and blinked a little. Trying to adjust the incoming light hit the brownish netra. In front of him a middle-aged woman was smiling very sweetly welcoming him to wake up.

Climbing up, Milly tried to get up and then sat down. His hand moved with eyes that seemed to be in disbelief.

"Mother,," he murmured softly with a puzzled face. Then spread the view throughout the room. It swings. The mind in the heart. Apparently the breeze that afternoon led him to this beautiful dream. God fucking. Apparently just a dream. His mind is upset in the heart.

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