"Master, just fuck me so hard that I can cum on your face."
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" 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄, 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐒𝐄, 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐌𝐀, 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 ( 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝 ) "
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Abhim...
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As the vase shattered, Shivnya stirred from her slumber and rushed to my side, but I intercepted her, taking the opportunity to approach her myself. However, our little one's cries demanded attention, so she first handed him to his mother before turning her focus to me. With gentle yet firm insistence, she guided me to the washbasin, scolding me in a tone that belied her concern.
As she tended to my wound, I couldn't help but revel in the tenderness between us. It was a moment of exquisite beauty, her care is a testament to the depth of our connection. Despite her apparent annoyance, her touch was a soothing balm to my soul, each brush of her fingers igniting a fire within me.
Though her expression was stern, I detected a flicker of vulnerability in her eyes as she winced at the sight of my injury. I couldn't help but smile, intoxicated by her presence, even in the midst of her frustration. And as she worked her magic, nursing my wound with expert precision, I found myself transported to a place where pain held no sway, where the only remedy I needed was the love we shared.
For the very first time, she didn't address me by my surname or my full name. Instead, she called me by the nickname-Abhi. Though she said it in irritation because I was playfully brushing my beard against her neck, I felt an overwhelming surge of love at that moment. Her eyes had always been like a potent drug to me, but now her voice was weaving its magic too.
Before any one of us could say anything we heard the voice of our maa and we looked at each other and shivnya said
" Coming maa "
" Chle " I said
( let's goo )
" Aise jaoge maa ke samne, at least wear something " She replied making a face
( you will goo like this??? At least wear something )
" I have cut in my hand how would i be able to wear the shirt myself " I said mischievously she looked at me and sighed she went to the closet and took a white shirt and came near to me
" Bow down so I can... " Before she said I bowed down in front of her and she helped me to wear the t-shirt fragilely and in down I already covered with the towle, I grinned looking at her she sighed , both of us came outside of the bathroom
" Beta ye sab kya hua or kaise , or ye chot ?? " Maa said coming toward us
( beta how all this happened and this injury??? )
" Maa bas ye vase lag gya tha " I said with a blank face
