‘Mmmm.... Martha, ain’t I love that rosy smell. Not even a minute goes by ,when I am not immersed in your thoughts.’ Rahul kept holding her from backside.
‘From seconds to minutes haan! You've got meaner.’ She gave a naughty smile.
‘Now, come closer and let me savor these strawberries’ he locked his lips to her’s. They were engrossed in each other, love bug took them all over.
It was a routine for Martin to watch them. What else a paralyzed husband could do about it.
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