Arnav pushed her to the washroom holding her shoulder while his mouth was devouring her boob. He made her stand by the washbasin and squeezed her right boob. Left one was still in her bra.
He lifted her up slightly and held her there. He roamed his hand all over her back and started biting all her boob leaving hickey all over it. Khushi clutched his hair tightly.
I have started something I am not even sure anyone would read. Now here we are. Me—still writing. You—still here. I’m not backed by fame or algorithms, just pure passion… and you. So if you’re reading this, thank you. Your support doesn’t just help—it builds this journey. And every share, every comment, every cheer? It’s another “Keep going.” And I will. For you to read. Comment your darkest desires to read in the story.
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