#1 in Love series
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Aayansh did several mistakes. The biggest mistake was to leave her. He was in love with another girl during their school. It wasn't love but just a little crush. She betrayed him in few months...
IK MOST OF YOU ARE UNDERAGE BUT ITNE BHI INNOCENT NAHI HO TUM LOG
NOT SO INNOCENT JANTA AAGE BADHO !!!! ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ . . . . . .
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"Strip," I commanded, my voice firm and authoritative.
Alaya's eyes widened in surprise, realizing what I had said. She looked hesitant, unsure of what to do next.
"Angel, I don't like to repeat my words," Ispoke sternly, my gaze locked on hers. "Strip."
She slowly got up from the bed, her movements cautious, and came towards me, still keeping a distance between us. Her pupils were dark and dilated, and I could sense her arousal in the air, mingling with mine.
The tension between us was palpable, and I could feel the electricity crackling in the space around us.
"Do it," I stated, my voice low and husky, my eyes never leaving hers.
Alaya's fingers moved tantalizingly slow as she unbuttoned the shirt, her eyes locked on mine with a teasing glint. She was testing my patience, and I could feel my restraint wearing thin.
I swore to myself that if she didn't remove every last piece of clothing, I would tear them off her body.
Finally, she slid the shirt off her shoulders, revealing her smooth skin, and let it fall to the floor. Her gaze never wavered from mine, and I felt my desire for her surge.
Next, she seductively moved her hands to the waistband of her shorts, her fingers tracing the edge before she began to slide them down her legs. The movement was agonizingly slow, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.
As the shorts fell to the floor, Alaya stepped out of them, her eyes still locked on mine. She was wearing only a tiny pair of panties now, and I could see the faint outline of her nipples through her bra. I felt my mouth go dry, and my hands itched to touch her.
"Remove your undergarments too," I said, rolling my eyes in a mixture of frustration and desire.
She just smiled mischievously and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me closer. "Do it yourself," she whispered, her breath hot against my ear.
I groaned, my hands moving to unclasp her bra. I flung it aside, not caring where it landed, and my fingers then grasped the waistband of her panties. With a swift, rough motion, I tore them off, the sound of ripping fabric filling the air.
Alaya's eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly composed herself, adopting an "I don't give a fuck" expression that only made me more aroused.
I scooped Alaya up in my arms, feeling the warmth of her body against mine. As I lifted her, I could sense the wetness between her legs, and it only added to my excitement. I could feel it seeping through my T-shirt, leaving a damp patch that seemed to burn with heat.
