The Love Story of Single Parents

Chapters 127. Making Love

Chapters 127. Making Love

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"I'm trying to make love because, uh, maybe you're here. I wanna...."

(Taken from the lyrics of the song Dewa 19)

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All the human sprinkles in the ballroom were gradually deserted. Leave the busy worker to clean up the rest of the event. The clock is also late, the people must have returned to their homes with everything that happened tonight.

Dhira was so tired that night, after bathing he was aghast by the presence of Abhimanyu who suddenly appeared. She thought her husband was still seeing some of his colleagues downstairs. Because after delivering Dhira earlier, Abhimanyu pamit down.

Apparently besides he cleared up some affairs, apparently he also made sure that his family was well taken care of.

Dhira was completely shocked by the appearance of Abhimanyu. He was bathing in the other bathroom.

"Why not take a shower inside. I mean, why not wait for me first?" Dhira picked the wrong word.

Abhimanyu chuckled, "My body is also very sticky, I can't stand it baby. We eat now yes, the service has delivered food for us!" Abhimanyu kissed his wife's forehead full of love.

Dhira widened her eyes as her husband lightly dropped the towel she had been wearing on the floor. The man was innocently los at this moment. Make Dhira's face red. She's ashamed.

Abhimanyu glanced at his wife who seemed to be confused about managing herself. " Hurry and change clothes. I'm so hungry!" He said while wearing white pants and plain t-shirts.

Dhira, who was upset because of her husband's behavior, immediately headed to the closet that had been available a change of clothes for her.

Dhira rounded his eyes, "Is this not wrong?" Dhira, who was still wearing the kimono towel, asked her husband who was patting a special male moisturizer on his face.

"Wrong?, what's wrong. We're going to sleep no, so it's in our best interests tonight!" Abhimanyu smiled cunningly. Dhira snorted in annoyance.

How can the closet all contain lingerie with baby mosquito net fabric. She sorted out and chose a satin rose pink nightgown, which was considered rather polite. Although Abhimanyu is officially her husband, but she is unusual in sexy clothes, of course, it takes time to adjust.

"Let me help!" Abhimanyu helps dry wet Dhira hair with a hair dryer. He was painstakingly serving his wife.

"You must be tired, hm!" abhimanyu said as he scrambled Dhira's hair slowly, hoping that the wind exposure of the tool could soon make the moisture content in his wife's hair reduced.

"My feet pegel mas, long time no heels. Now sick!" complained Dhira with a pale face, because he did not wear any makeup except his night cream.

"After eating we rest!" abhimanyu.

Dhira just sneered, there's no way her husband didn't eat her tonight. However, Dhira was prepared for that. It is an obligation that he must fulfill.

They ate in silence, Abhimanyu apparently did not lie about his hunger. Evidently, in just a few feedings, the food was slippery toilet. " I'm done, you go ahead. I'll massage your feet after this, I'll check the email for a while" Abhimanyu rubbed Dhira's head.

But before Abhimanyu did that, he first brushed his teeth back. It became a habit for him. Simple and sublime teaching from his late mother, which he still carries out until now.

Dhira notices her husband who is busy with his laptop. He still couldn't believe being at this point. The one hundred and eighty degree point changed, from his life which was almost a year past.

He also finished his meal, cleaned up the rest of his dinner, then headed to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

Dhira opens the cover of her nightgown. Now her cleavage that often makes Abhimanyu restless is clearly displayed. " Say he wants to mijitin me!" Dhira seems to collect her husband's promise.

"Here!" Abhimanyu asked Dhira to lean against his chest while half-lying on his king-size bed.

According to Dhira, he could feel the scent of Abhimanyu's body which made him calm. Her husband kissed her with affection.

"Are you really tired?" Abhimanyu stroked Dhira's hair with his left hand. While his right hand was embracing his wife tightly.

"Capek is mas, but I'm grinning. We've gone through it all!" dhira said while making strange shapes on Abhimanyu's chest.

"Mas!" tanya Dhira was still playing around on her husband's chest.

"Hmmm!" abhimanyu replied while kissing the scent of his wife's shampoo.

"Tomorrow where we go?"

Abhimanyu still did not stop his activities, he was very happy when making out with his wife as it is now "I obey my wife only. Go back to Oma's house or buy your own. Anything for Madame Abhimanyu!" the man kissed his wife's forehead shortly after speaking.

"Not that. I still can't open the shop. I feel sorry for you now. But it's also impossible to live in a shop!" even on their first night, the two humans were talking about something else.

Abhimanyu chuckled, "So that's it..." Abhimanyu now changed his position to be able to look at his wife.

"Tomorrow we'll go home to Oma first. Ruko's problem later I ask Devan to find a friend for Shinta Sama Sekar. You just keep watching. From now on, your attention should be more to me. I don't want you to be tired either. You can just get tired of me, all right?" Abhimanyu kissed his wife's lips.

Dhira of course accepted it with joy. There was nothing to worry about anymore at this time. He and Abhimanyu both had each other.

Abhimanyu was seen opening his shirt and dumping it in any place. He is now on top of and restrains his wife. He smiled looking at every part of his wife's body that always managed to make him anxious.

He kisses his lips then turns to his wife's neck, making Dhira squirm. The waves of waves seemed to approach them. He treated his wife so gently.

He kissed every inch of his wife's body. Errors and******* are now not in doubt at Dhira. And somehow since When, the satin cloth that was attached to the body of Dhira has now been lying on the marble floor of the hotel.

Abhimanyu looked at his wife who was half naked. He snatched the two tantalizing mounds, with the position still above Dhira's body.

Dhira's hand was not idle, he traced Abhimanyu's arm which became tight and clay at that time. He could feel Abhimanyu's muscles tightening.

Dhira sighed many times as the mountain buds were*lu*mat perfect by Abhimanyu. Warm tempest turns to heat. Foreplay was always successfully done by Abhimanyu.

Abhimanyu who felt that Dhira's body was ready to enter, without waiting again he led his manhood to enter the most comfortable place for him. Dhira closed his eyes as soon as he felt a large, hard object showering upon his wet property.

Abhimanyu remained silent for a while, while Melu*mat returned to his wife's breast bud. He tried to stomp slowly, as he still sipped the bud. It makes Dhira feel amazing.

Swings in the middle of the tempo are happening, the muscular stocky body is now raining down the body of Dhira who is still loyal under Abhimanyu.

Dhira felt that his blood rate was fast, he did not trace the earth, his body seemed to float at that moment. Abhimanyu now grabbed Dhira's lips that had been pinched by himself. The union has now lasted a very long time. Dhira could even feel the might of Abhimanyu right then and there. The man who wrapped it up was really primed stamina.

The longer the jolt got faster, Dhira felt something was going to come out of hers. At the same time, Abhimanyu immersed himself in an important object. Blow up ********** simultaneously into Dhira's womb, making them both drift into the loveliest vortex in terms of the most intoxicating romance.

He tightly hugged Dhira's body drenched in sweat. " Thank you dear!" he said and kissed Dhira. The woman gasped for breath, the stamina of an Abhimanyu actually made her knees limp and tremble.

And that night, they spent melding every surge of longing that had been held up all this time.

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