Misc. Erotica Art by salman & muskan( completed season-1) with pics

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As the atmosphere in the studio shifted, Muskan felt a familiar spark of intimacy igniting within her. This moment wasn’t about art or capturing emotions; it was purely for Raj. She glanced over at him, a silent question lingering in her eyes.

Raj caught her gaze and smiled softly, a warmth spreading between them. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice low and inviting.

Muskan nodded, feeling the connection between them deepen. She moved gracefully into position, taking on the familiar doggy pose, her body arching just right, exposing herself to Raj in a way that felt both intimate and exhilarating.

Salman stood off to the side, observing the scene unfold with a sense of understanding. He wasn’t just a bystander in this moment; he felt a swell of pride for his wife and the bond they shared. While their work often blurred the lines of art and desire, here, in this space, Muskan was simply expressing her affection for Raj.

As Muskan arched her back, she felt the tension in her body ease, replaced by an electric anticipation. She sensed Raj’s gaze on her, a mixture of admiration and desire igniting something deep within her. This was their space, a safe haven where the world outside faded away.

“God, you’re beautiful,” Raj breathed, stepping closer, his hands brushing against her skin.

Muskan felt a rush of warmth at his words. They weren’t just echoes of the past; they were rooted in the present. She wanted him to feel the trust she had in him, the unspoken bond that had grown between them during their time together.

Just then, Salman stepped forward, his expression softening as he took in the scene. “You two have a connection that goes beyond the canvas,” he said gently. “It’s beautiful to see.”

Muskan turned her head slightly, catching Salman’s gaze. In that moment, the unspoken truth hung in the air—this wasn’t just a playful encounter; it was a testament to their unique relationship. She and Salman shared a life built on trust, creativity, and understanding. The intimacy they explored as a couple spilled over into their work, allowing them to navigate the complexities of art and passion.

Raj nodded, a knowing smile spreading across his face. “It’s a privilege to witness that.”

Muskan’s heart swelled with affection for both men in her life. Here, in this intimate space, the lines between art, love, and connection blurred beautifully. She felt the warmth of their bond as she surrendered to the moment, fully embracing the passion that flowed between them.

As she continued in her position, Muskan thought of the journey they had taken together, realizing that this moment was a culmination of trust, exploration, and love—something that belonged uniquely to her, Raj, and Salman. In that blend of intimacy and artistry, they found something profoundly real, and she couldn’t help but smile at the life they were building together.

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As Muskan remained in the familiar doggy position, a sense of ease enveloped the room. There was no tension, no hesitation—just a shared intimacy that felt completely natural between them. Raj moved closer, his hands gently exploring her curves, feeling the warmth radiating from her skin.

“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice soft, devoid of any pressure or urgency.

Muskan turned her head slightly to meet his gaze, a playful smile dancing on her lips. “I’ve never been more ready,” she replied, her tone light and inviting. She loved the way their connection had evolved, how comfortable they had become with one another.

Salman watched from a distance, an appreciative smile on his face. He felt no jealousy, only a profound sense of trust in Muskan and their relationship. This moment was an expression of love, a testament to the bond they shared. He knew Muskan was in good hands, both as his wife and as a partner in this intimate dance.

Raj leaned forward, his breath warm against Muskan's back. “You’re incredible,” he murmured, his hands caressing her gently. There was an ease in their movements, a fluidity that came from knowing each other so well.

As they shared this moment, there was no need for words—just the rhythm of their bodies and the trust that bound them together. Muskan felt herself relax further, lost in the sensations that coursed through her.

When the moment came, there was a gentle climax, and Muskan felt a rush of warmth as they reached a shared peak of pleasure. It was intimate, fulfilling, and devoid of any lingering tension.


He came in her pussy so deep it took time to drip down


Afterward, as they slowly came down from the high, Raj leaned down to whisper softly in Muskan’s ear, “Thank you for this. It felt amazing.”

Muskan smiled, feeling a wave of affection wash over her. “It was perfect,” she replied, her heart full.

Salman stepped forward, joining them with an easy grin. “You both were incredible. This connection is something truly special.”

Muskan’s eyes sparkled with joy. In this moment, surrounded by love and trust, she felt complete. There was no competition or jealousy—just the pure, unfiltered joy of being together. They were a family, bound by love and shared experiences, navigating the beautiful complexities of their unique relationship.




Muskan carefully adjusted her panties, feeling the remnants of their intimate encounter still lingering as she tucked herself in. The cool fabric contrasted against her skin, reminding her of the heat they had just shared. She slipped on her dress, the soft fabric hugging her curves just right, and adorned her head with her hijab, securing it neatly before layering on her abaya.

Feeling both empowered and beautiful, she glanced back at Raj, who offered her a warm smile, his eyes reflecting a mix of admiration and respect. There was no awkwardness; just the quiet understanding of what they had experienced together.

“Ready to head back?” Raj asked, his tone light, his expression at ease.

“Absolutely,” Muskan replied, her heart fluttering. She turned to Salman, who had stepped back to give them their space. “Thank you for creating such a safe space for us,” she said, her voice sincere.

Salman nodded, pride evident in his expression. “It was a beautiful moment, Muskan. I’m glad we could share it together.”

With a last exchange of smiles, the three of them made their way out of the studio, the atmosphere still charged with the remnants of their earlier connection. As they walked together, Muskan felt a sense of fulfillment—she was returning to her husband, her partner in life, and that made her heart swell.

Once they reached their home, the familiar surroundings enveloped them. Salman and Muskan shared a knowing glance, a silent acknowledgment of the bond they had solidified that day.

“Let’s unwind a bit,” Salman suggested as they entered. “I’ll make some tea.”

Muskan nodded, feeling grateful for the calm after the storm of emotions they had navigated. As she settled onto the couch, she took a moment to breathe, reflecting on the beautiful journey they were on together.

When Salman returned with steaming cups, they sat together, the warmth of the tea mirroring the warmth in their hearts.

“So, how are you feeling about everything?” Salman asked, curiosity dancing in his eyes.

Muskan smiled softly, her heart full. “I feel incredible. It was a beautiful experience, and I loved sharing it with both of you.”

Raj chimed in, “It was powerful, Muskan. Thank you for trusting us to explore that side of our art.”

They continued to talk, their conversation flowing easily, punctuated by laughter and shared stories. In this moment, Muskan felt a profound sense of belonging, surrounded by the love of her husband salman and the understanding of a friend.

Together, they had created something meaningful—not just in their art, but in their lives. And as the evening wore on, Muskan knew that whatever lay ahead, they would face it together, their bond stronger than ever.

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The end . Enjoy the gifs

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Good story