John's POV
As I stood outside the locked door of my parents' bedroom, frustration and curiosity battled within me. The afternoon sun cast shadows on the hallway, emphasizing my impatience. I pressed my ear against the door, straining to catch any sound from within.
The locked door stood as a barrier, denying me access to the scene unfolding within. It was both tantalizing and frustrating, knowing that the big dick of my papa I longed for was beyond my reach. He was the epitome of strength and masculinity, the object of my desires. I yearned to witness his raw power and dominance, to see the bulge in his underwear that teased my imagination. But fate had locked me out, denying me the visual feast I craved.
Yet, despite my disappointment, a thrilling chill coursed through my veins. The knowledge that my papa had seen my own vulnerable tiny cookie, my little cock, my inner thighs, and my bums, added a tantalizing layer to my desires. His dominance over me grew, fueling a mixture of guilt and excitement.
With my heart racing, I found solace in the sound of their voices emanating from the room. The muffled moans and whispers hinted at the intimate act unfolding behind that closed door. It both tormented and thrilled me, knowing that my papa was taking my mamma in a way I longed to experience myself.
I couldn't help but imagine the scenes playing out inside, envisioning the power and pleasure my papa possessed. In that moment, standing outside their locked bedroom, I felt a strange mix of longing and contentment. I knew that one day I would have my turn on that bed, basking in my papa's dominance and fulfilling my deepest desires. But for now, I remained content with the electric charge that coursed through me as I stroked my own little penis, imagining the sensations that awaited me in the future.
I pulled away from the door, my mind filled with a mixture of longing, excitement, and a hint of mischief. It was time to retreat to my room, where I could order something to eat. It seemed my mamma had no intentions of providing lunch anytime soon. As I walked away, a sly grin played upon my lips, knowing that one day, my fantasies would become reality.
Rajbhir's POVAs I walked through the front door, I couldn't help but notice Meet's awkward behavior during dinner. The poor kid was blushing and stumbling over his words like a deer caught in headlights. I tried to be understanding, even offering him a chance to spill the beans right then and there. But no, he insisted on waiting until after dinner, like we were about to have some top-secret mission in my room.
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It's Also Love?
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