Touch My Body's

Take a Chance

"Rama, what's the matter here?"

"Kangen, Yang...."

"Ish, there is also a new mall not together...!" suhut Mulan shook her head.

"Well, what, Yang. His name is kangen where it can be held." Rama closed the door, had locked it before entering to approach Mulan who was preparing.

"It's really pretty, my wife, anyway" praised Rama staring at the reflection of Mulan in the mirror in front of him.

Mulan smiled, not suspicious at all at the man who was now rubbing his arm gently from behind.

"Aren't you ready, Ra?"

"Later on. I'm easy, just put on a coat that's done."

"Yaudah, I'm ready for that."

"Yes." Yeah." Rama looked down, smelling the niche of his woman's neck that smelled of roses.

"Such fragrance, you anyway." praised Rama again.

Rama's breathing slightly made Mulan shudder, the man began to land small kisses on the niche of his neck.

"Ih .. amused, Ra," Mulan's protest was spoiled.

"It smells good, anyway. So want to eat you, Yang."

"Ish, don't macem, Ra. I've had my hair combed!"

Rama gave a small laugh, no matter the refusal of Mulan who started to move unsettled in front of him.

"Ra, it's already.", Mulan protested again.

He was sure that his man would be even more crazy if he did not act immediately. Rama may even act strange when they are preparing for the wedding of Cima and Scrooge.

"Please, Yang. I just want to hear you doang. Just continue what you want to do," said Rama reasoned.

His lips still touched Mulan's neck niche with his cool hand sweeping Mulan's plain arm that slowly moved rubbed her flat stomach.

"Ish, how do I want nerusin make up me if you're stuck koala gini, Ra. Get out of the way, right?"

Rama does not care, still cool to continue what activities he likes. The smell of Mulan's fresh body with smooth white skin and the appearance of her woman who is always beautiful, makes the athletic man want something else.

The longing for not sleeping to hug Mulan all night dominated the heart and mind of Rama who could not hold back anymore.

The feeling of wanting to explode vaporized what he was feeling already filled Rama at this moment. Rama began to dare to touch the chest poking Mulan with a sense of tightness around the groin area.

"Ra .. later. It's eight o'clock, we're late."

As if deaf, Rama actually more deeply touched his wife's chewy chest from behind the hotel bathrobe that he was wearing.

They were in the hotel room where the wedding of Cima and Scrooge was about to start. Mulan feels Rama will not set her free just like that before she gets what she wants from him.

Rama's mischievous hands pulled the ropes of Mulan's bathrobe, letting her robe fall off and revealing Mulan's plain upper body without the usual support she wore.

Rama quickly cupped one of them, brimming Mulan's supple and dense chest.

"God Rama..," lamented Mulan exhaled a rough breath.

"Main brag, huh, Yang? Not for long, though. Ten minutes" whispered Rama in a heavy voice.

"Ish, you're, yeah...!"

"Where are you going? I've had my hair combed, Ra."

Rama seemed to think before he spoke again. "Judah if that's what you're standing here behind me."

"What?!"

"Cepet, Which. He said it wasn't too late."

Mulan clucked, annoyed but could not resist the desire of men who indeed if they wanted to no matter where they were and what they were doing.

Rama draws her in impatiently, removing Mulan's bathrobe until her interior remains alone.

"I promise not long, Yang." Rama took off the long black cloth pants he was wearing followed by a shirt and all that stuck to his body.

The long and upright object stood up to welcome the eyes of Mulan who fiddled to see the might of her husband from the glass in front of her.

The thing that always makes him jump and float has stiffened perfectly wants him right now.

Mulan resigned as soon as Rama pushed her back asking her to half-bend in front of Rama and start positioning their bodies in order to blend together unhindered. Soon and everything will feel different.

Looking for a narrow gap Mulan used her might, Rama still had time to rub it there several times before finally entering touching the depth of Mulan he liked.

The feeling of tightness and fullness instantly filled the narrow Mulan's tenderness. His hand clasped the end of the dressing table which witnessed how the gentle pounding of the gentleness that was slowly speeding up made Mulan's body tremble violently.

Sighs and bellows alternately sounded from Mulan's thin lips. Rama gets deeper and stronger playing his shrewd hip game.

Mulan clasped her fingers to grasp the edge of the table as Rama's rapid pounding until the sound of a knock on their bedroom door was heard.

"Lan, haven't you, son?" Amanda's voice came from behind the door.

Mulan looked up intending to answer to her mother-in-law. But because Rama increasingly spur his lower body, screeches favors even managed to get out of Mulan's lips.

Amanda frowned from behind the door, had heard a strange sound that also often came out of her lips when she was with Richard.

Jeez .. Could his son take a chance when all is busy like this! Amanda snorted, knocking on the door getting stronger.

"Lan, tell your husband not to ruin your makeup!" said Amanda with a high voice.

Hearing him Mulan had a glance towards Rama who was not at all disturbed by his mother's words and continued to move his body until what he wanted to successfully gushed out.

Mulan was sure that after this they would definitely be the target of her mother-in-law's innuendo, she thought with breath rising and falling.

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Well, the important thing is good first well, Ra 🤭🤣