"You ..., huff!" Achiera let out a breath.
"Do it!" She said.
"Do it?" Hans acted as if he didn't understand what his wife meant. "Do what wife?"
Achiera could only shook her head.
'What kind of man am I actually marrying? Why is he so shameless,' Achiera thought.
"Hurry up and do what you want to do!!" Achiera said.
"Finally you realized too, wife? You feel it right? It really needs you, but you always ignore it," Hans said and immediately carried Achiera into the bathtub.
Slowly he took off his wife's clothes one by one, until they were completely exposed.
Achiera thought Hans would immediately enter the core of her body, it turned out that her husband was only washing her, while occasionally playing with her sensitive body areas, which made her escape making a groan that made Hans smile meaningfully.
"Done!" Hans said when Achiera was even enjoying Hans's touch with shower puffs along with a pile of foam.
