The water from the big shower head flowed profusely as Yuri washed Rosetta’s body, touching every part of her. In return, she also washed him, gliding her hands on his muscled body and admiring his great physique at the same time. She really thought he was perfect and could not stop thinking the One above for having him in her life.
“I have something to tell you, moy tsvetochek,” he murmured after turning off the shower faucet. He took a large towel to dry her body with it, trying to not stare at her bruises. Instead, he let his mind drift to the boudoir book.
“What is it?” she asked in a low voice, taking another towel from the holder mounted on the wall to pat his body dry as well. She started from his chest and arms and down his stomach and muscular legs. Her orbs did notice the bulge
