"Alright, so for today, I'll tie a bucket on your balls using a rope and hang it with the help of a pulley. Then I'll spin this wheel and follow everything it says," Avneet says to Siddharth, showing him a small spinning wheel.
The wheel has option...
I have no choice but to follow her back to our bedroom.
"We got a party to attend," Avneet reminds me.
I don't reply.
"What? You're not even gonna talk to me now?"
I snarl.
She huffs out a laugh and wraps her arms around my back.
"Oh come on baby, you had it coming."
"I know," I say poignantly.
"Good. Because I have a dress to wear, makeup to do and look stunning for this party. And I won't have time for it if I keep shushing you while you're sulking."
"Need help with anything?" I ask like a responsible husband that I am.
"I do. Why don't you help by undressing me?" she says, raising her arms over her head.
"Avneet," I hiss.
"Is there a problem?" She asks with that cute pout of hers.
As if I can ever say no to her even with her face straight.
"Just so you know, my boner's already killing me. You don't have to put any special effort," I say, moving towards her. I pull the hoodie, my hoodie, off her body and toss her aside.
I wince as her tits bounce and my cock, which is as hard as it can be, tries to push its limits.
Avneet studies my reaction with amusement.
"Doesn't mean it's not satisfying to keep going," she taunts and whirls, giving me a full view of her round ass that's still purple with bruises.
An hour later, we are both ready. And by me, I mean that I am ready. Avneet finished her makeup and hair. And this, for her, is ready because now it's gonna take her 'only' half an hour more to get dressed and do final touch-ups.
Her choice of words, not mine. I patiently wait in the living room while checking my phone.
Avneet walks out of the room and my jaw drops open. She's wearing a full-sleeved corset top with a pencil skirt. Her neckline is exposed and the tattoo on her ribs is visible through the thin fabric.
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She blushes and I realise that I have been gawking like a geek.
"Gosh Siddharth, every time? I might start to think that you fake it," she teases.
I waste no time in covering the distance between us and taking her in my arms.
"Tell me your lipstick is smudge-proof."
"It's 1200 dollars. It should be."
My lips smash with hers and her scent fills my nostrils.
"As if I ever need to fake it," I reply to her previous comment as we break the kiss.
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