Khushi's POV
It was Saturday evening. The afternoon sun dipped low, painting the farmhouse in golden hues as Arnav and I lounged on the porch swing, our bodies still carrying the faint, musky scent of our morning doctor's visit. My skin prickled with the memory of his tongue buried in me, his hands kneading my breasts until I squirted endlessly over him. We were both spent yet buzzing, fingers intertwined, stealing kisses that hinted at the fire never fully quenched. This secluded escape was turning us into insatiable lovers, each roleplay peeling back layers of my wildest urges. I shifted closer, my thigh brushing his, feeling the heat radiate from him.
"That exam was intense", I whispered, nipping his earlobe.
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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