Ayra has secretly adored Aarush, The famous singer, ever since their paths first crossed in their college. But fate had other plans as Aarush was madly in love with her sister, Myra. However, destiny took an unexpected twist when Aarush found himsel...
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Aarush's finger trailed down Ayra's body, his touch sending shivers through her. He found her core, and slipped his middle finger into her, finding her already wet and ready. The sensation of her wetness, sent a rush of desire through him.
"I didn't know you were enjoying this," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear, his finger still buried within her. Ayra's response was a mix of resistance and desire. "Shut up," she said, her voice strained. "I'm not enjoying this.... I hate it..... I hate you." But even as she spoke, her hips arched against his hand, seeking more.
He pulled his finger from her, holding it up for her to see, the evidence of her arousal glistening in the dim light. "Really?" he murmured. "Then what's this? Your body craves me, even if your words deny it." With a devilish smile, he brought his finger to her mouth, commanding her to suck her own essence from his skin. 'Taste,' he whispered, his eyes locked on hers. She hesitated for a moment before opening her mouth, and he slid his finger inside. He teased her with his finger, stroking her lower lip, before slowly slipping it back into her, feeling her surrender as she melted against him. Her mouth wrapping around his finger, her tongue swirling, tasting herself on him.
He pulled his finger out, and cupped her face in his hand, his thumb tracing the curve of her cheek. Their lips met in a rough, erotic kiss. Their lips moved hungrily against each other, the taste of desire lingering on their tongues. He tilted her face up to his, his hand tangling in her hair, deepening the kiss as their breaths quickened.
Slowly, he pulled back, his eyes never leaving hers. With a swift motion, he pulled her panty aside, spreading her legs, exposing her most intimate self to his hungry gaze. His eyes darkened with lust as he took in the sight of her soft, plump thighs and the glistening wetness between them. He leaned down, his tongue tracing a path along her inner thighs, tasting her, his mouth worshipping her most sensitive spots.
"No...don't go there...", she moaned, her body arching, her hands grasping the bedsheets as she tried to pull away. But he held her hips firmly, his mouth continuing its erotic exploration, his tongue dipping into her core, tasting her essence, his lips sucking, drawing out her moans.
