Touch My Body's

It's His Whole

A long sigh that was somehow heard from Mulan's lips. The woman who is being lulled down there has had her release several times. Rama was still silent, deliberately lingering in worship of his wife's sweet core body.

Somehow the curiosity of each narrow corner was more to make Rama want to continue there to play with his lips, taste it with a tongue that does not stop moving tickle the softness of the Mulan. Rama seemed to forget himself with opium and intoxicating smell of the core body of Mulan.

"Ra .. already, Ra." said Mulan with a heavy breath.

Rama still held his hips with legs that began to feel cramping. Whether until when Rama will end the pleasure of his tongue in the core.

"Why? I still haven't, Lan." said Rama looked up, rubbing the corner of his lips.

"Udah, Ra. My legs are cramping." Rama smiled, rising back up on Mulan's innocent body.

"But we're just getting started, Lan. My beans still haven't come in, have they? We're starting all over again, huh?" Rama rubbed Mulan's forehead, slowly touching his wife's lips once again.

Rama is trying to take their game to the highest peak. This is a good time to embrace enjoyment together, he thought.

The increasingly hunting breath followed by the desire of his body that wants to be spoiled brings Rama slowly directing his own into the softness of the Mulan.

The woman had a moment of uneasiness as Rama rubbed hers, deliberately making Mulan slowly wet down there without letting go of their pagutan.

Rama wanted to make Mulan relax first before she finally entered through the narrow wall.

The gentle pagutan between the lips with the lips, the tongue with the tongue slowly makes Mulan lulled. Rama begins to enter, touching into his wife's tenderness whose reflex makes Mulan cover both of her legs.

"Mmmm...." Mulan grimaced feeling something down there hurting her core body.

Rama stops, looking for a way not to hurt Mulan too much. The man let go of their pawns, kissing Mulan's forehead to give her a sense of calmness.

"Hold down, sweety. The first one is sick, but after that you won't feel sick anymore."

Rama gives a break for Mulan to breathe a sigh of relief before she again breaks through the narrow walls of her wife.

Several times trying with the ringing that continues to come out of Mulan's lips, Rama had felt unbearable. But every time he remembered Mulan had to be his own, Rama ended up ignoring that feeling because sooner or later, the moment he had been waiting for was indeed a must they pass.

There is no better time than tonight, although he had to be injured by the claw of Mulan's long nails stuck in his back, Rama did not care. Making Mulan his only last woman is more important than the scars on Mulan's body.

"Hold it, Lan. Just a little more." Rama positioned himself well, preparing to enter the softness of the Mulan once again.

Screeches of pain rang out from Mulan's lips as soon as the man entered her core body in a single powerful jolt. Mulan felt that there was a part of her body torn at this time, it took her at least five minutes to adapt to the pain and also the pain down there.

There was an indescribable sense once his entry filled that narrow wall. The strong grip of his wife's property made Rama could not help but start to spur his body.

The sense of this unusual grip really makes Rama forget himself. He began to move, moving his body back over Mulan's body which slowly groaned feeling the power of Rama was gnawing at his core body with great pleasure.

"God...." Mulan felt as if her body was floating not on earth.

The pounding and hip game Rama brought him to forget himself, Mulan increasingly strong sigh followed by the movement of her hand pulled the dense hair of Rama.

The two men were adoring each other with a flood of sweat. Rama did not even let a single inch of Mulan's body escape from his observation. His dark brown eye beads clearly record how his wife's beautiful face is working under his hut.

For Rama, Mulan looks much sexier and more exciting. Satisfaction and pride enveloped his heart because it could make Mulan squeal satisfied with his game.

"Call my name, sweety." whispered Rama still yelling strongly.

The closed eyes slowly opened with Mulan's breath. Their eyes met with an equally pounding heart inside there.

Mulan observes the handsome face of her husband under the lighting of the lamp with a sweat adorning the forehead up to Rama's cheeks. Her chest that fielded with her checkered stomach made Rama look perfect.

Rama is very handsome, Mulan feels lucky to get a man as handsome and as good as Rama. Once he wanted to be selfish by making the man completely his own and putting aside all the burdens he felt all along.

This evening Mulan just wants to make love, let go of all her feelings and desires that she had long wanted with Rama.

"Don't stay with me, Ra.." Mulan said unknowingly.

His delicate hand rubbed the sweat of Rama, pulling his head closer for him to fondle. The feeling of not wanting to be abandoned and wanting to be protected by this man filled Mulan's heart and mind. This time Mulan lets herself fall into the charm and warmth of Rama's body, enjoying every touch and sigh they deny each other.

Rama accelerated his movements when he heard Mulan's words. Her heart was bursting with happiness with feelings that were hard to describe.

Love does sometimes make people forget themselves, maybe that's how Rama feels today so without feeling tired even a little continue to spur himself on the body of Mulan who closed her eyes, so that the, biting her thin lips held back the excitement of pleasure that would soon hit her.

Rama smiled faintly approaching Mulan and whispered. "Sampe whenever Lo is just mine sweety. Same old me and we're gonna age together...."

Two humans who were dissolving in the pleasures of the world moaned, taking a deep breath getting their release. Making love has never been so good before, Rama's mind. Mulan is his and will be his.

"Thank you sweetie, I love you...."