The Retaliation of the Wasted Princess
CHAPTER 76
Now Diandra has arrived back at his mansion. He along with Raka and Bi Lastri entered the mansion.
Bi Lastri was amazed to see the palace house owned by the Mulawarman family. It turns out that Diandra seems to be richer than the Adijaya family.
Diandra asked the butler to deliver Bi Lastri to the room he had prepared for her. He did not consider the woman a servant, but he already regarded Bi Lastri as his own parents.
Now living Raka and Diandra, the woman invites Raka to go with her to the upper floor using the elevator.
This was the first time Diandra had brought a man of her husband's status to her private room.
" Let's. I'll show you my room." he blushed.
Raka follows Diandra into the elevator. But unexpectedly, Raka immediately squeezed him on the edge and devoured the sweet lips that had become her candlestick. From earlier that man was indeed holding back the turmoil of passion in him.
" hey..Heh.."
Diandra gasped for breath, as if she was out of breath due to Raka's deep kiss and pressured her.
Raka grinned happily,
" Sorry. Just blame your lips for seducing me to kiss."
Diandra gawked, she did not even feel that she was teasing the man. When he wanted to protest, the elevator door opened and they got out of there.
" Babeh.."
Again and again, Raka suddenly carried her bridal style. The man noticed that there were several rooms upstairs.
" Are you confused as to where my room is, sir? " tease Diandra when Raka hesitates to step up.
However, any room, all the rooms there are empty. Diandra pointed to the second room, because the first room was the former of his late adoptive parents.
Raka carried his wife to the second room. When the door opens, Raka finds the wife's room is so thick with girly shades. The room is so spacious with white and pink painted walls and various trinkets - especially dolls women. There is a large cupboard that is used to store the collection of dolls.
But that's not all important now. What is clear is that he wants to complete his desire that he has been quieting for long enough.
The man dropped Diandra off on the bed. As he was about to take down Diandra, the woman tried to hold him back.
" Raka? Shouldn't we take a shower first? My body feels so sticky. I haven't had a shower since this afternoon. "
Rakapun stopped the action. The two sat for a moment, but Diandra immediately shifted her gaze. Even though they have done it, she is still nervous when she is with her husband.
Raka knew Diandra was just looking for excuses. However, Raka is not his name if he cannot ensnare the woman who has the status of his wife.
" all right. We take a shower first. I haven't had a shower since the office. "
Raka took her back to the bathroom. Diandra tries to get down from Raka's sling.
" wait..Waitaminute! I can shower myself. You can take a shower after me."
" But Baby? That's too long. It's too late I'll fall asleep if I wait for you. Oh, come on, you just obey. I'll bathe you."
" Uh..Uh.."
No more rejection, Raka went straight into the bathroom and locked the door. He lowered Diandra under the shower, then turned on his tap.
Both are now wet with water. Because Diandra's clothes are white, clearly visible by Raka's interior over his wife.
His focus was still on Diandra's red bra. His chest seemed to go up and down wanting to immediately devour the one inside.
" What red is red? Challenging? Challenging what do you mean? "
Diandra is initially unaware of it, but as he captures Raka's netra. He now knew what the man was looking for.
" Aaaa.you are so perverted" he said, crossing his two chest hands.
Raka grinned,
" You're the one who made me always want to do nasty things with you. Look at you now even teasing me like this, you purposely asked me to look at the part you covered right? "
" Wrong again, wrong again, flirting again. Closed wrong, opened added wrong. "gigu Diandra upset. He scooped his face wet with water.
" dear? You have nothing to be ashamed of. I know you want to do it too, right?"
" My-my? "
Not yet Diandra replied, her mouth had been gagged by the passionate fondling of her husband.
Raka put Diandra's body on the padlock, then held his wife's hands beside his head without removing his kiss.
In fact, it is true, long ago Diandra was swept away in her husband's cradle. Cold water actually spurs the two to further unite their bodies. Raka still gripped his wife's body with one hand and the other hand stripped her of her clothes.
The cold night air was no longer felt. I don't know how many styles this newlywed couple has done. While standing, sitting, or playing in a bath up. Wait until tomorrow the cold welcomes them.
It did not stop there, even after the two showers still continued.
In the dressing room, Raka wants to change clothes together. Diandra can only snort resignedly, Raka is very difficult to control. It was so different when they knew each other. The man looked calm and polite.
" Let me put on your clothes. " The man brushed off his wife's hand as he opened the bathrobe to change.
Instead of wanting to dress his wife, in fact Raka actually guerrilla in the body Diandra.
Especially after bathing, Diandra's body looks fresh, feels chewy with her skin tight. Raka's hands were very itchy to touch her.
" Ohhh.."
" Raka what are you doing?"
Diandra unintentionally let out her signature sound as the man's hand landed sweetly on one of her chewy circles and played it.
Diandra's body rippled, every touch of Raka was able to carry his mind as if soaring into space.
Well, the newlyweds are still thirsty for the favors of the heaven of the world. Keduany let out a great sigh as something within them fused together and caused an incredible sensation.
Diandra was lying limp on his bed. She was helpless in the face of her husband's attack.
" rest. Tomorrow morning I'll take you to Jonathan's. We're going to subdue him and free Mr. Burhan there" said Raka kissing the top of his wife's head.
Diandra refused to speak again, she was upset because the man was just telling me now instead of earlier. Not long after, the woman fell asleep right after.
Seriate...
