157 baby help me

Her lips approached his ears, and a soft breath penetrated his heart.

Vivan wrapped his hands around her waist. Burying his head into her shoulders, he inhaled her lavender fragrance.

Don't know how long I hadn't held her.

It was merely two days!!

Is he acting spoiled? Ira smiled and hugged him tightly.

But then his palm moved down to her butt. She slapped the hand roaming around her body.

"You.."

"Don't move." He clamped her restless hands. "Stay assured, I won't do anything... just let me hold for a while."

He made no movement for a long time.

The man's hot bare chest attached to her, a gasp of air she exhaledtouched his ear.

In fact he got a little excited with her not much resitance. Her body went soft with his touch.

Vivan grabbed her little hand to his lower abdomen.

To that place!

Realizing his intentions, Ira got herself out of his clutches.

Is he showing his desire?

"You...What are you doing!" she shrieked and distanced herself away from him.

Ira's eye widened, she was shocked. She rubbed her hands that were safely recovered.

He bit her lip. Pointing there he said in a thick voice:

"Baby, help me."

With a red face and a pounding heart, Ira wished she could strangle this man. "It's a hospital."

"If you don't want to, can you ask for a nurse?" he said casually.

"What!"

For a while, Ira didn't dare to believe her ears. He wanted his wife to find a nurse for his needs. Black lines appeared on her head, foam formed in her mouth as she got ready to swallow and eat him alive.

Just as she was going to jump down his throat, Vivan said:

"Baby, help me pee...." Vivan looked at her helplessly.

"Pee"

"Yeah, what did you think? Should I call the nurse?"

"No, no.." she dashed to the bathroom clumsily. Her face had gone red. 'What are you thinking?' she grumbled to herself.

The poor soul was blaming herself for evil thoughts.

If only she could see the expression of the man out, she could notice his smirk! He turned around to adjust the position of the pillow and leaned on it, waiting for the service.

He was in the mood, but then it's a hospital. If not that, at least this.

Making his tyrant wife agree to this was a great acheivement in itself.

Looking at his performance, one could guess he was in the wrong profession. Should have been an actor!

Ira returned with the handheld urinal. She unceremoniously went to him and slid his hospital gown to the side.

Not daring to even look into his eyes, her actions were mechanic. She held the thing in the pan and waited.

Her face appeared to be devoid of any emotions. Like no embarrassment or discomfort could ever touch her. But her red ears gave her away.

If only she had the presence of mind to know he still had hands. Jealousy took hold of her. She didn't utter a word even after waiting for a long time. With some guilty conscience, she focussed her gaze on the floor.

If only she turned her face to see the sly smile on his face...

If only…

In front of him, she was a sheep that met a lion.