Khushi's POV
The morning sun filtered through the farmhouse curtains, casting a warm glow over the tangled sheets where Arnav and I lay, our bodies still humming from the Friday night's frenzy. I stretched, feeling the delicious ache between my thighs, a reminder of how he'd claimed me over and over in that scorching interview roleplay. My skin tingled with dried remnants of our passion—sticky trails of his cum and my squirts marking us both like badges of our uninhibited love. Arnav stirred beside me, his strong arm pulling me closer, his morning hardness pressing against my hip. God, he was insatiable, and so was I. This weekend was unleashing something feral in me, a wild side I'd only dreamed of exploring with him.
I turned to face him, tracing my fingers down his chest, nails lightly scraping his nipples until they hardened.
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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