quarrelAsgar had just returned from a long business trip, and after two weeks apart, he missed being with you as husband and wife. Understanding his wishes, you put Oliv to bed early so that you could spend intimate time with your husband without any disturbances.

That night, Asgar could no longer hold back the desire that had been pent up for too long. With passion, he poured out all his energy, his movements getting stronger and faster, making you groan in pain between your moans. Every touch felt so passionate, leaving deep marks on your skin and memory.

Three-year-old Oliv woke up from his sleep because he heard a sound from his parents' room. With curiosity, she walked towards the door of your and Asgar's room. You didn't realize that Oliv, who should have been sleeping, was still awake and accidentally heard your moans.

The next morning at breakfast, Oliv frowned while biting his toast. With an innocent face, she asked innocently, "Mommy and Daddy, did you fight last night?"

You, who was a little shocked, immediately answered softly, "No, honey. Why did you say that?"

Oliv continued, "I heard Mommy crying and screaming loudly last night."

Asgar, who heard this, tried to hold back a smile and asked curiously, "What did Mommy scream like?"

Innocently, Oliv imitated your voice, "Ahhh! Baby, slow down, it hurts."