𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧: 𝐀𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐎𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐢 (𝟏𝟖+) ✅

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Akshat

As I watched her delicately setting the plate, a sense of awe washed over me. She appeared ethereal, her grace and beauty captivating me in ways I couldn't fully comprehend.

Returning home, a selfish part of me rejoiced at finding her there, having not accompanied the others. In that moment, I realized the depth of my desire to have her all to myself. The thought of sharing her with anyone else was unbearable; I wanted her presence to be mine and mine alone.

Despite my exhaustion, the weariness of the day fading into the background, her mere presence acted as a balm to my soul. One glance at her was all it took to rejuvenate my spirit, to remind me of what truly mattered in life.

The voice of her bangles was music to my ears and I was shamelessly gawking at her, she would really creep out, if she finds me looking at her with drunk eyes.

Her blouse, slightly askew, revealed a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage, adding to the allure of her presence. The delicate fabric clung to her smooth, silky back, the open design teasingly hinting at the curves beneath. With just a single strap holding it in place, her back appeared almost bare, inviting the eye to trace the elegant lines of her spine.

Her figure, sculpted into an enticing S-shape, exuded an undeniable sensuality. The gentle curve of her waist, adorned with fabric as smooth as silk, seemed to beckon to me, stirring a primal urge deep within. It was as if her very essence called out to my innermost desires, igniting a fierce hunger that threatened to consume me whole.

"Aaiye" she said pointing at the plate without lifting her eyes to me.

(Come.)

I settled beside her on the couch, her back facing me, tantalizingly close and within reach. I could sense the heat radiating from my body, knowing she must feel the intensity of my arousal. Placing my right hand on the backrest just above her shoulder, I leaned in closer until our proximity was impossible to ignore.

She turned to find me so near, her reaction evident in the sharp intake of breath that escaped her lips. It was a silent admission of the effect my presence had on her, a subtle acknowledgment of the desire that simmered between us.

Moving my hands to her smooth waist, I felt the goosebumps rising on her skin in response to my touch. As I lowered my head to her hair, her bare back pressed against my chest, the closeness between us igniting a fire that threatened to consume us both.

"Aksh...akshat ji" she said.

"Hmm"

"Wo...wo..." I breathed in the fragrance of her hair, a heady concoction that intoxicated me completely. It was a scent so alluring, so captivating, that it enveloped me like a sweet, irresistible embrace. My sweet strawberry, her aroma filling me with a desire so potent, it left me utterly spellbound.

"Khana...thanda ho jaega" she said panting a little. She's nervous. My baby, so fucking cute.

(The food will get cold)

I chuckled in her hair.

"Khilao" I asked near her ear.

(Feed me)

"Haa?" she asked. As she attempted to shift her position, our faces drew tantalizingly close, the distance between our lips almost non-existent. A primal urge surged within me, the desire to sink my teeth into her lower lip overwhelming in its intensity. It appeared so tempting, so irresistibly edible, as did she in that moment. Every fibre of my being ached to taste her, to indulge in the forbidden sweetness that beckoned from her lips.