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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As I stood there, exposed and trembling, the intensity of his gaze made my heart race even faster. Every inch of my body felt electrified, alive with the raw power of his desire. The silence between us was thick with anticipation, a palpable tension that only grew stronger with each passing second.
He leaned closer to the screen, his eyes locked on mine, dark with hunger. "Do you know how much I want you right now, Anshi?" he asked, his voice a low, rumbling growl that sent a shiver down my spine. "You’re standing there, looking so perfect, and all I can think about is how much I want to touch you, taste you, make you mine all over again."
His words wrapped around me like a warm embrace, pulling me deeper into the spell he was weaving. I could feel my pulse quickening, my breath coming in shallow gasps as his voice filled my senses, leaving no room for anything else. He had me completely under his control, and the realization sent another wave of heat rushing through my body.
"You’re mine, Anshi," he continued, his tone firm and possessive. "Every inch of you, every curve, every breath—you belong to me. And I want you to show me, right now, how much you want me too."
My body responded to his command before my mind could catch up, my hands slowly moving down my sides, trembling with a mix of excitement and nervousness. I knew he was watching every movement, every slight tremor in my fingers, and the thought of it made my skin flush with heat.
His eyes never left me, following the path of my hands as they slid over my hips, my thighs, and back up to cup my breasts. I could see the raw desire in his gaze, the way his jaw tightened as he watched me touch myself, and it only fueled the fire burning inside me.
"That’s it, baby," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "Touch yourself for me. Show me how much you need me."
With a shaky breath, I obeyed, my fingers grazing over my nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. I closed my eyes for a moment, lost in the sensation, but his voice brought me back, commanding and irresistible.
"Don’t close your eyes, Anshi," he ordered. "I want to see the look in your eyes when you come undone for me."
I opened my eyes, meeting his intense gaze, feeling a deep connection that transcended the physical distance between us. It was as if he was right there with me, guiding my every movement, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
"Are you wet for me, baby?" he asked, his voice a dark whisper that sent a shiver straight to my core.
"Yes," I breathed, my voice barely a whisper.
"Show me," he demanded, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.
With a deep breath, I let one hand slide down between my legs, my fingers slipping through the wetness that had gathered there. I could feel the heat of his gaze on me, watching every movement, and it made me feel both exposed and empowered.
