
Bedroom me sweat aur arousal ki smell bhari hui thi, hawa me Jiva ki ragged breathing gunj rahi thi. Jiva bed par bikhri hui thi, uska bada, pregnant belly lamp ki halki roshni me ubhar kar chamak raha tha. Sheets uski damp skin se chipki thi, thighs already slick with need, pussy throbbing in anticipation. Minty uske paas ghutno ke bal baithi thi, aankhon me hunger, ungliyaan Jiva ke stretched skin par slow aur deliberate raaste banati ja rahi thi—breasts ki heaviness se lekar waist ke dip tak, hips ke flare tak. Sirf touch nahi… wo claim kar rahi thi. Har inch ko possessively press karti jaise usse apna bana rahi ho.
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