On one hand, there is a simple living girl embodying a serene demeanour and a contented outlook on life. She finds joy in everyday moments and treasures simplicity over extravagance. Her wardrobe consists of timeless pieces rather than trends, refle...
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I glanced at the phone and saw it was my father calling. A mix of embarrassment and urgency filled me as I glared at him, pleading silently for him to let me handle the call. Instead, he bit down hard on my nipple again, causing me to moan loudly and nearly drop the phone. I quickly gripped the phone tighter and answered, my voice strained as I tried to focus on my father’s questions about when I’d be home.
As I attempted to respond, he bit and sucked even more aggressively, making it increasingly difficult to maintain control. The pleasure he was giving me made it hard to concentrate on the conversation. Each bite and suck made me lose track of what I was saying, my thoughts overwhelmed by the sensations he was causing.
When my father asked again about my arrival time, I was jolted back to reality. I managed to stammer out a response, promising I’d be home soon, before hurriedly ending the call.
Although he was reluctant to part from me, he gave each of my breasts one final lingering kiss before guiding me to stand in front of the mirror. The pallu lay discarded on the floor, leaving my naked breasts, now marked with vivid red and blue bruises from his passionate attention, fully exposed to his gaze. I felt a surge of shyness as I saw his intense stare, and I instinctively lowered my eyes.
He wrapped his arms around me from behind, his hands firmly grasping each breast as though he was savoring every contour. "Look into my eyes, Anshi," he said softly.
I hesitated but slowly raised my gaze to meet his reflection in the mirror. His hands continued to caress my sore nipples, and I hissed at the sharp, pleasurable sting. A smile spread across his face as he observed me, clearly delighted by the marks he had left. "You look so ravishing with my marks," he said with admiration. "So beautiful."
He then nipped at my neck with a bite that made me moan and whimper, his hands still fondling my breasts. "Just one last bite, Anshi," he murmured, his voice filled with desire. "You look so hot that I can't resist. Now that I've marked you so thoroughly, I'll make sure to keep you covered in my marks, adding new ones before the old ones fade away."
He helped me into my blouse, which was difficult to manage without a bra, leaving my aching nipples exposed to the fabric. After I was dressed, we embraced tightly. He placed a gentle kiss on my forehead and whispered, "One day, I'll keep you with me permanently, so you can't go anywhere."
I shivered at his words but smiled, returning the kiss to his cheek. He took my hands and kissed my knuckles softly, saying, "We'll meet again soon, my love."
As we hugged one final time, I bid him goodbye. Before leaving, I turned to look into his eyes, offering him a warm smile that he returned with a wave of his hand.
Upon arriving home, I rushed to my room immediately, feeling self-conscious due to the hickeys I had received earlier. I was anxious about facing my parents with such visible marks, so I quickly freshened up and tried to conceal them before going out to greet them.
