The memory of today noon still burned in my blood. Khushi, My khushi dominated me, in the wildest way possible. I hadn't been thinking about anything else since then. I'd been thinking about Khushi—the way she clenched my cock tightly not letting me cum, the way her eyes had challenged me, promising everything.
The taste of her—sweet, wet, desperate—had driven me insane. The memory where I'd licked her clit until she screamed into her pillow, until she came three times on my tongue, her fingers tangled in my hair, her words a broken chant of my name.
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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