Armaan had hailed one of the city's most luxurious cars, and the backseat was designed with privacy in mind. A dark glass partition separated the driver's seat from the back, allowing them to indulge in their passion without any prying eyes.
As he licked and sucked at Ishani's breast, his fingers continued to play with the other, eliciting more moans of pleasure from her. He could feel the need building inside of him, his cock throbbing against the fabric of his pants.
"I need to be inside you, Ishani," he growled, his voice rough with desire.
Armaan's eyes flashed with hunger as he pulled away from Ishani's breast, his fingers still teasing her nipple.
"I want you to pleasure me," he said, his voice low and commanding. "Show me how much you've missed me."
Ishani trembled, her eyes wide with arousal as she fumbled with the zipper of Armaan's pants. His cock sprang free, hard and eager for her touch.
She leaned forward, her tongue swirling around the tip before taking him into her mouth, her lips and tongue working in tandem to pleasure him.
Armaan groaned, his head falling back against the seat as Ishani's mouth worked its magic. She took him deeper, her tongue swirling and teasing as her fingers caressed the shaft.
"Fuck, baby," Armaan gasped, his hips thrusting gently. "That feels so good."
Ishani moaned in response, the sound vibrating against his cock as she took him as deep as she could, her hand moving to massage his balls.
Armaan's fingers dug into the leather seat as Ishani worked him closer and closer to the edge. His breathing grew ragged, each stroke of her tongue, each caress of her hand bringing him closer to his climax.
He fought to hold off, desperate to prolong the pleasure, but it was no use. With a strangled cry, he came, his body shaking as he spilled himself into Ishani's willing mouth.
She swallowed every drop, her hand gently milking the last of his seed before releasing him from her lips.
Armaan sank back against the seat, his body weak with pleasure. He looked down at Ishani, his eyes glowing with desire.
"Fuck, baby," he murmured. "That was incredible."
Ishani smiled, licking her lips as she sat back. "My pleasure," she replied, her voice husky with need.
As the car pulled up to Ishani's apartment, Armaan leaned forward, capturing her lips in a searing kiss.
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