NOT PERPETRATORS
Burning Passion Pre-wedding

Hola, the residents of Kecheh ...?

Actually this up is scheduled for noon, but since it is now the month of fasting (for those who run), and because there is a little FANAS scene!! So, Author Kecih UP malem day, huh?

The warning! For under the Kekeh under 21+ it is recommended to skip this Episode, huh?

Oh, yeah, it'll be nine UP again.

Happy reading, gaes!!

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In two weeks, we'll be married. And today, Dimas invited me to make a wedding invitation, as well as a pre-wedding photo. I invited Fania to come too.

Me and Fania came out of the room, finished neat and fragrant. Dimas who was waiting for me in the living room also said goodbye to take me away.

"Today, I'm still letting you travel. But from Sunday tomorrow, you can only be at home. Not good for the bride-to-be traveling ahead of the wedding day." Dad advised us before we left.

"Yes, Dad," Dimas replied as he kissed the back of his palm.

"Be careful on the road, huh, son?" mother's message.

"Yes, ma'am," I replied as I kissed the back of his palm.

We went to the printing house first. Arriving there, we choose invitations that are designed according to our desired taste. We were asked to take a photo of the two, to be printed onto our wedding invitations. Coincidentally, we will also take pre-wedding photos, so, after choosing the right design, we immediately went to the photo studio.

Arriving at the pre-wedding venue, we were immediately served very well, because Dimas had contacted the pre-wed management first. Our photographer is ready, as are the decorations and dresses I will wear.

"Please choose which one you used to." A woman who took care of our pre-wed also showed us some pre-wed clothes and dresses.

"I want to wear this one first" Dimas said, pointing to the doctor's and the nurse's clothes.

"Fania, you just wait here, okay? I want to change clothes first" I told Fania, who was sitting pouting on the sofa in the pre-wed room.

"Hm ...."

Dimas and I immediately changed into doctor and nurse clothes. We also took some photos. There were friendly poses, like Dimas wrapping his hands around my waist, and we were looking at each other deeply, with one hand touching his chest, the other touching his handsome cheek.

In addition, we also posed silly, with Dimas sticking a stethoscope to my forehead and I frowned like I was having a snack. There was also a man carrying a syringe and facing the needle to my heart. I put a stethoscope on his forehead. Anyway many, deh, our friendly and silly poses. He-he.

Not satisfied with the doctor and nurse-themed clothes, we continued the photo with a very beautiful dress. I wear a soft pink dress specially designed by Ivan Gunawan. This dress is attached beautifully and sexy in my body, because it was deliberately made to form a Barbie posture. Tight at the top, with a skirt expanding. While Dimas wears a pink suit matching the dress I wear.

The makeup on my face was adjusted again. We posed very romantically. Some of the poses were successfully taken by the famous and professional Indonesian photographer, Stanley Allan. While in the final pose, Dimas hugged my waist tightly, both of my hands draped around his neck, with a very romantic gaze, he suddenly kissed my peach color lips in front of the camera. I'm also overwhelmed by what Dimas did.

Snap!

The picture was taken by Allan. I could only smile shyly at the expressions of the pre-wed crew. It seems like my cheeks are getting red. Everyone applauded for the smooth running of our pre-wedding process.

Dimas and I changed clothes. Looking at the shots of Stanley Allan, there is no doubt. He is very good at taking pictures. In the dressing room, I immediately removed the veil that covered my head. To his surprise, Dimas suddenly walked in and closed the door, hugging my body from behind.

"Dimas, release! What are you doing?" hisisku.

"I still want to hug you."

Dimas put both his hands on my waist. Then put his head on my shoulder. She whispered, "You're so beautiful."

"Dimas, I want to change clothes."

"Let me help you" he whispered again.

"Dimas, don't fuck around. We're not halal."

I heard knocking on the door.

"Bak Imania? Are you inside?"

"Huh-yes?" nervous answer.

"No way!"

"Have you had trouble opening your dress?" exclaimed the woman who also took part in putting on me earlier.

"Ah, it's okay. I can do it myself, right?" my answer.

"Em .. fine then. If you need help, just call me, okay? I stand by here" he said from behind the door.

"L-yes," I replied not free from nervous feelings.

"Just calm. There's me here who'll help her take off the dress. You just go" said Dimas, to my great surprise.

It feels so shameful. Surely, the woman who was outside the door was going to think no-no. Ah, this is embarrassing.

"Ah, yes, ha-ha. All right, I'm leaving."

The sound of the woman's footsteps moved away from the dressing room.

"Dimas, you're embarrassing me!" my nag.

"It's okay, honey. Let it go."

"He'll think of us."

"Think what?" Dimas tightened his embrace. Makes our bodies stick without gaps.

"Neuro ...." I got goosebumps when Dimas' hand touched my nape. Then take off my hair.

"Let it stumble like this." Dimas flicked my hair to the left shoulder.

"Dimas, what are you gonna do?"

Dimas grabbed my chin with his right hand, facing my face to his face. Her eagle eyes looked at me softly. His left hand is around my waist. He kissed my lips while hugging me from behind.

Something soft managed to stick on my lips. Sweeping and biting this little lip with anxiety. Then down every inch of my oral cavity with Indra taste buds. Our breaths began to hunt each other. I closed my eyes to receive every gentleness that kept flowing, making this soul feel warm.

Dimas removed his right hand from my chin, then gently stroked my neck from top to bottom. As our lips clung to each other, his hands slowly descended stroking the area of my chest which slightly revealed the twin cleavage of the hill when without the veil covered.

My heart beat irregularly. Accompanied by the heat that continues to flow like electricity that continues to sting, spread throughout the body. It was like ... shaking .. burning with an indescribable taste.

I opened my eyelids a little, looking at the handsome face that looked adorable looking at me. Suddenly I felt her left hand pull down the zipper of the dress from my back. I felt my back open all the time. Without releasing her lips, she gently stroked my back from top to bottom, until it felt like the fur of my romance stood all.

"Emph ...." I was about to release her lips, but Dimas pressed them even deeper.

As her hands began to get more mischievous to touch the front of my chest that was still covered in a dress, my consciousness opened up entirely. I pushed his body a little rough.

"Dimas, no!"

Dimas staggered a little but did not fall. He took a deep breath to regain his consciousness. Then squeezing his own hair, like he was regretting what he just did.

"I'm sorry, Nia ...."

I looked at him while stepping back, sticking my back against the wall, covering the part of my back that had been opened.

Dimas approached me and grabbed my fingers. "I'm sorry, Nia. I've been burning passion since posing earlier."

I stared at him unmoved, between regret having let him dissolve in passion and shame for letting him touch me excessively.

"I'm sorry ...." Dimas kissed the back of my hand gently. Then I pulled a few hairs out of my face. "I'll wait until that time comes."

Dimas immediately walked away from me, took off his pre-wedding suit, and quickly put his clothes back on. And then left me in the dressing room. I see, he must have felt very guilty for doing so earlier.

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