Velvet Sins | 18+
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"Who do you think you are!?" She shouted throwing the tumbler at him which he dodged away glaring at her.
He marched towards her and lifted her onto the kitchen counter pinning her down holding her neck.
She looked at his hand and him who bent on her face and spread her legs standing between them.
"The one who makes your pussy clench." He whispered over her lips looking straight in her eyes.
His lips lifted in a smirk as he felt her legs moving.
"Want me to prove it?"
Before she could react he pulled her pants and his hand was inside her panty making her moan out loud.
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Trisha Agarwal, Spoiled daughter of the mafia man.
Agastya Raichand, her bodyguard who has the power to bring her down on her knees.
What could go wrong?... Everything when she is fiancee of his brother.
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