Pooja felt the familiar pain between her legs. It was nothing unusual for her. She looked in front of her to see her husband Shiva. He had sweat beads on his forehead and his hair was messy. He was in his birthday suit, laying on top of her and his length was still present inside of her. His mouth was latched to one of her left boob and she saw some dry blood near her entrance. Some of the morning sun rays were falling over half of his face but mostly on his back because he was sleeping on his stomach on top of Pooja. She felt as if his face was made of gold. He looked handsome and hot in that angle and his mouth on her boob was not helping her innocent mind to ward away all the not so innocent thoughts. Although the last night was painful for her but she really enjoyed the things that he
