When Married?
The KM Part 121
They are mutually******, taste and taste each other's sweet lips. The two's breathing increasingly hunting rumbling to chase each other.
Literature pulled her lips, their chests rose and fell in rhythm, both of them inhaling as much oxygen. Staring deeply at his wife's dazzling black bead of eyes, those beautiful eyes of mine exuded a desire that also began to rise to the surface.
He again mingled with the words of Nadine, but since then Bunga did not show a panic reaction or fear when they make out.
Carrying the body of the Flower and laid it properly into the middle of the bed, she slowly pulled the sagging wedding dress and followed by her who hung over the Flower.
They again clenched each other, this time a deep and demanding Literary kiss. Shedding all longing after so long she was finally able to touch and hug her long-cherished lover again.
The Hand of Literature began to explore the body of the Flower slowly and unhurriedly, fondling it patiently even though its desire had now exploded. His face went down to his neck and inhaled deeply the scent of his candlestick there and then kissed him.
Flower squeezing hair Literature, touch Literature makes it crazy until finally sounding sighs that escaped the lips of Flowers.
"Akh. iota...."
Flowers began to hiss and jolt, making the passion of Literature increasingly blazing burning himself.
Literature had fully heated up, her hand pulling the bra that Flower was wearing impatiently. But suddenly the pieces of memory as Rama pulled his underwear forcefully filled the Flower's head.
Flowers push Literature's chest away. His breath was wheezing, his eyes were radiating fear, his face was turning pale and his hands were beginning to tremble and cold sweat began to condense and manifest on his forehead.
Literature was surprised as the Flower pushed him, he frowned. But after being noticed, his wife was not okay.
Literature gasped, his passion that had been in the crown immediately plunged free. It quickly rolled itself over and pulled the blanket to cover the body of the Flower who was only wearing panty, then grabbed and hugged the Flower into its crib.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry." There was a sense of guilt from his words. Raining the top of the Flower's head with a kiss of affection, rubbed his wife's back gently.
There is no affirmation of the Flower, only the sound of its stuffing in the silence of the late night.
"Sorry, I can't be the perfect wife for you. You.. must be very disappointed, right?" Flowers started to tear.
"Sshhhh, look me in the eye baby, look carefully, do I look disappointed hmm?"
The flower peeked into her husband's brown iris, then she shook her head.
"Listen to me, you are the only perfect woman for me, never have such thoughts again. I'm the one who should be apologizing, because I was in a hurry I almost hurt you." her fingers moved to wipe away the tears of the Broken Flower.
"But, I also want to be a full-fledged wife to you, who can serve you. Please help me heal. Doctor Nadine once told me, if you want to be completely healed then I alone have to face the problem." His eyes pleaded.
"I will help you, whatever you wish I will always try to fulfill it."
"Then, let's go. let's repeat again. I'll try harder to get that horrible shadow out of my mind" said Bunga.
Literature smiled gently and peeked at the Flower's forehead, "Of course it's a pity, but not now. You don't push yourself too much, we'll do it slowly until you get used to it, there's still plenty of time." The back of her hand caressed the cheeks of Flowers.
"Why? don't you believe that I can?"
"I believe you can, but for now we better rest, it's late, we'll try it again later, sleep baby, I love you my wife." Literature drowned the Flower in its warm embrace.
"I love you too" said Bunga who then also tightened his embrace.
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