Meera lay completely naked on her bed, legs thrown open so wide her inner thighs ached. Her right hand worked between her spread folds, two fingers already buried deep inside her dripping pussy while her thumb dragged slow circles over her swollen clit. Every pump made a wet, filthy sound as her cunt clenched greedily around her own fingers.
She pinched her stiff nipple hard with her free hand, rolling it between her fingers until sharp sparks shot straight down to her core. The phone rested beside her on the pillow, screen lit up with her boyfriend’s name. She had just shoved a third finger inside her tight hole, stretching herself open, when the device started ringing.
“Meera, I’m so sorry to call like this, but the hospital just paged me for an emergency shift. Can you please watch the baby for a few hours? My Husband Manoj will come pick him up in about three hours.”, Richa’s voice sounded stressed on the other end.
Meera kept her fingers buried inside her soaked cunt, moving them in lazy thrusts while she answered.
“Yeah, of course. Bring him over right now. No problem at all.”
Her voice stayed steady even as her pussy fluttered around her knuckles.
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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