'Office time is over, you still on your pc huh?' Kriti screamed at her husband who was with his laptop. A Work in Home!
'5 more minutes please dear, it is an important slide' Mridul held her hand and imprinted the moisture with his lips. Kriti withdrawn her hand.
'You are becoming a complete psychopath, a workaholic. Alcoholic to workaholic, oh god! what a change' They both giggled.
Kriti and Mridul were both college mates who later changed to life mates. Influence of Kriti reduced the alcoholic phase of Mridul and made him gentlefolk.
Kriti started unstrapping her hook, in a sort of tempting and erotic way flushing Mridul's eye out of his lap.
'No matter, continue with your pc works, I will handle it myself' she said mischievously.
'Actually, the work is done' Mridul protested with a naughty smile.
'Is it, I thought you were to do it more for a couple of years'
'Yep! but seeing my cutie in a strong mood to distract me, how can I be passive?'
'Oh, is it?' Kriti jumped over the bed and snatched a pillow and beat it against Mridul.
'Ouch you are damaging my privates, dirty girl' Mridul said with a smile running all around his face.
The lap screen went dim, dimmest and then went into sleep as the couple started intimating themselves within the walls.
Kriti sat above Mr. Workaholic and started to unbutton his shirt. In the coldest days of December, Kriti found the solace within the jungle of Mr. Workaholic's chest. She carefully pasted her lip impressions on his lips and then in every point on his face. He too never remained idle, started to caress his wife with love. They cuddled in the bed, rolling with the bed sheets and detaching themselves out of the clothes.
The love making went over a couple of hours, intimacy running deep between them.
When Mridul made his last breath lying above Kriti, both of them had reached the experience to heaven, made of love and lust-two pillars of every couple's life.
They both laid facing the fan overhead, naked with both of their bodies intermingled. The essence of love was heavy all within the walls, making them love birds.
Dr Dear
'5 more minutes please dear, it is an important slide' Mridul held her hand and imprinted the moisture with his lips. Kriti withdrawn her hand.
'You are becoming a complete psychopath, a workaholic. Alcoholic to workaholic, oh god! what a change' They both giggled.
Kriti and Mridul were both college mates who later changed to life mates. Influence of Kriti reduced the alcoholic phase of Mridul and made him gentlefolk.
Kriti started unstrapping her hook, in a sort of tempting and erotic way flushing Mridul's eye out of his lap.
'No matter, continue with your pc works, I will handle it myself' she said mischievously.
'Actually, the work is done' Mridul protested with a naughty smile.
'Is it, I thought you were to do it more for a couple of years'
'Yep! but seeing my cutie in a strong mood to distract me, how can I be passive?'
'Oh, is it?' Kriti jumped over the bed and snatched a pillow and beat it against Mridul.
'Ouch you are damaging my privates, dirty girl' Mridul said with a smile running all around his face.
The lap screen went dim, dimmest and then went into sleep as the couple started intimating themselves within the walls.
Kriti sat above Mr. Workaholic and started to unbutton his shirt. In the coldest days of December, Kriti found the solace within the jungle of Mr. Workaholic's chest. She carefully pasted her lip impressions on his lips and then in every point on his face. He too never remained idle, started to caress his wife with love. They cuddled in the bed, rolling with the bed sheets and detaching themselves out of the clothes.
The love making went over a couple of hours, intimacy running deep between them.
When Mridul made his last breath lying above Kriti, both of them had reached the experience to heaven, made of love and lust-two pillars of every couple's life.
They both laid facing the fan overhead, naked with both of their bodies intermingled. The essence of love was heavy all within the walls, making them love birds.
Dr Dear
