Touch My Body's

Sweet and Fragrant

"It hurts?" Mulan nodded behind the pillow that covered her face.

This morning he woke up with a sore body and a slightly painful groin area. But actually that is not what makes Mulan not want to get out of bed at all.

The woman who was still plain behind the blanket that covered her was too embarrassed to face Rama. The incident last night somehow made her not confident to just look at her husband who had been awake since earlier, and sit on the edge of the bed close to her.

"What am I carrying in the bathroom?" tawar Rama rubbed his wife's head gently.

"No need, I still want to fall first. Later if it has been mengingan me to the bathroom alone," refused Mulan is not good.

The couple now talked to each other more sweetly. No harsh words or swear words are often heard from each of their mouths.

"But it's noon, Sweety. You haven't eaten either, right from morning. I'm just taking her to the bathroom, yeah?" hail Rama again.

"You go out first, let me go to the bathroom by myself."

Rama frowned, feeling something strange with the gestures his wife showed. The man pulled the pillow that still covered Mulan's face, looking at her closely.

"Are you hindarin me?" tanyanya squinted her eyes.

"E-no, who would want to avoid you" said Mulan.

"Really, right?"

"D-yes."

Rama drew closer, eroding the distance between them. "You know, I'm taking you to the bathroom."

"Eh, no, Ra. I can...." Not yet had time to finish his speech, Rama had moved to pull the blanket that covered the plain body of Mulan and lifted his wife's body into his sling.

"Geez, Ra...," cried Mulan with a flushed face of shame.

Mulan hid her face behind the recess of Rama's neck. Her innocent body with a chest and neck filled with signs of her husband's ferocity was clearly plastered before her eyes.

Mulan is unable to see her own body, last night's struggle again overshadows her wild thoughts.

"Not to be ashamed, you're my wife now. This is a natural thing, Sweety." said Rama understood what Mulan felt.

The man put his wife's innocent body into a bathtub that had been filled with warm water earlier by her.

"Submerging briefly can make your body more comfortable," continued Rama prepare soap for Mulan bath.

The woman was still silent, not daring to make a sound or look at Rama who was busy in front of her.

"I take a shower, huh?"

"No, Ra. You come out, later if I'm done I call you again," refused Mulan still with her face red.

"Udah no pa-pa, I'm happy to be able to bathe you. I don't want you to get tired later" Rama said.

The thickly silent man began to soothe Mulan's smooth white body, rubbing her back with a gentle, showerpuff. Mulan could not resist as Rama painstakingly bathed her like a child.

"Sorry, well if I make you sick. I also wonder why I can't hold myself, even though I've been trying to do it slowly." Mulan was silent not knowing what to say.

Last night was long enough and . exciting. Mulan also enjoys their hot struggle until she is not aware that she immediately fell asleep when Rama sighs long above her.

"Thank you, well Sweety. I'm so happy to have you all...." Rama pulls Mulan's chin, kissing the woman's thin lips from above.

A tender kiss full of love warmed up in the hearts of both. Rama felt his chest pounding with a full feeling inside. Loving someone can be as beautiful and fun as this. Rama hoped there would be no more obstructions ahead of them later.

A shower that is really just a shower that lasts not long. Rama again carried Mulan out, sat her on the bed that had been cleaned by the yacht steward quickly.

"I'm taking a shirt, Dad?" Rama passed taking a short peach-colored canal in the bedroom closet.

All their clothes were prepared by Bora, the man prepared clothes that were open enough for Mulan to please her superior. Bora knew Rama would definitely be very grateful to her for this.

"Nothing, all the clothes are just models like this." Mulan breathed a long breath, inevitably wearing the canal.

If this is the case, the insatiable looking man will return to eat it alive like last night, Mulan's inner self.

"Look, you're always pretty wearing any Sweety shirt. Not wearing clothes is also even more beautiful," Rama's seduction understood with his wife.

"Ish, you want it's not me!"

Rama laughed, pinching Mulan's cheeks gauntly. "Later one day you'll have nothing, Sweety. I really want all day that we play without any obstructions," he said starting to discuss the fantasies he wanted.

"Gosh, Ra. Your mind is never far from such things, huh?!" mulan's upset in a timid heart.

"Well his name is also husband and wife, Ty. If I didn't have that fantasy, our lives would be flat, right?" janda Rama laughed beside Mulan.

Mulan could only shake her head, rubbing her wet hair with a towel. The neckline full of ownership sign was back to tempt the faith of Rama.

The man subconsciously rubbed Mulan's neck, looking at her full of cravings.

"I kissed ya, Ty?" ask Rama.

"Ish, don't macem, Ra. I'm still tired!"

"No macem-macem, Ty. Just one macem." Rama approached, dropping his lips against Mulan's neck that smelled of fresh soap.

Kissing and sometimes licking him, Rama again left his love mark there. His slightly rough hands began to descend, rubbing Mulan's defiant barrierless chest, squeezing her with still cool lips resting on Mulan's neck.

Both hearts beat faster as their desire intensified. Mulan dissolves into the play of Rama's shrewd lips and hands.

Slowly Rama laid Mulan on the bed, revealing a dress that was only limited to Mulan's thigh. His hand began to rise, reaching for the core cover of Mulan's body and pulling her apart.

Rama props up his body on top of Mulan's body and begins to immerse himself in two chewy objects that he likes. His fingers rubbed Mulan's inner thighs, making the woman tremble unsettled.

"Ra" said Mulan, holding Rama's hand.

"Let's just remember, I just want to nab him...." Rama rubbed a soft gap Mulan overgrown with fine feathers, giving an unusual sensation in the body of Mulan who began to rebuke.

Rama slowly descended, sweeping the stomach and navel of Mulan until it stopped in its core body. Still had time to smell it and kiss it gently, Rama buried his lips and wet tongue alternately looking for something he wanted down there.

The sweet and fragrant taste rippled from the soft gap of Mulan, Rama increasingly strong sipapp into the cavity of pleasure was full of enthusiasm.

Mulan squealed stifled as Rama held back her thighs, slightly lifting Mulan's hips to make it easier for her to find what she wanted.

In a long breath that was running out, Mulan sighed repeatedly mentioning her husband's name.

This pleasure he could only feel with Rama, all the sadness in him seemed to disappear somewhere. If you can stop time, Mulan just wants to be able to continue with Rama amid a sense of happiness like this.

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