Reshma rushed back to her room, wiping her wet hands which she just washed away. Just a few moments back, it was covered with her son’s cum all over it. She could still remember the warmth of her son’s cum which covered her skin.

Reshma was sweating with her heart beating fast and couldn’t help but again tried to smell the washed-away cum. She was still in the heat. Oh lord, she could feel so guilty doing such indecent acts in the absence of her husband. But she consoled herself that it was nothing but just helping her son.