09-02-2024, 10:07 PM
As Ankita woke up from her sleep, what happened previously lingered in her mind, blending with the soft lamp light that spread through Deepak's room. She lay there for a moment, her head heavy with the haze of alcohol, feeling Deepak's presence beside her. With a gentle push, she distanced herself from him, her movements slow and deliberate, driven by a desire for the comfort of her own room. She wanted to sleep in her own bed. Muttering a soft "Sorry," to Deepak, who barely moved, she collected her clothes scattered around the room and dressed in silence.
Her walk back to her apartment was a haze, her steps shaky but firm. When she got back, she quickly showered to wash off the night, letting the warm water wash away the buzz from the drinks. Wearing her nightgown, she felt really tired. Her bed called to her, offering the deep sleep she really needed.
As she collapsed onto the bed, the world seemed to spin for a moment before settling into a still, comforting darkness. But the bed was not empty. Amrish, her unexpected bedfellow, lay there, a silent testament to the night's unpredictability. With a gentle nudge, she moved him over, making room for herself. The movement roused Amrish from his sleep, his senses slowly registering Ankita's presence beside him.
"What's up... Ankita?" His voice was groggy, laced with confusion and surprise.
"It's okay, Amrish. Go back to sleep," she whispered, her voice a soft whisper in the quiet room. There was no room for explanations, not in that tired moment on the edge of sleep.
Feeling her beside him, Amrish's instincts took over, his arm reaching out to encircle her, pulling her closer in a warm embrace. The contact was comforting, familiar in its own right, and without a word, Ankita nestled into him. There was no resistance, only the silent acceptance of their shared warmth.
"Goodnight, Ankita," Amrish murmured into the darkness, his voice fading as sleep reclaimed him.
"Goodnight," she replied, a hint of a smile touching her lips, her earlier reservations melting away in the comfort of their embrace.
Right there, in the gentle embrace of Amrish, surrounded by the quiet of the night and leaving behind the chaos of the night, they fell into a calm sleep. The room was silent except for their soft breathing, showing how life can surprise you, creating moments of closeness when you least expect it.
Amrish felt Ankita's heavy thick breasts and he started to squeeze them and massage them. Ankita was getting irritated.
"Not now, Amrish. Lets sleep! She moved his hands away from her breasts. She then tightly hugged him. She just wanted to sleep. Not have one more sex session with Amirsh.
But, Amrish's instincts became strong.
Her walk back to her apartment was a haze, her steps shaky but firm. When she got back, she quickly showered to wash off the night, letting the warm water wash away the buzz from the drinks. Wearing her nightgown, she felt really tired. Her bed called to her, offering the deep sleep she really needed.
As she collapsed onto the bed, the world seemed to spin for a moment before settling into a still, comforting darkness. But the bed was not empty. Amrish, her unexpected bedfellow, lay there, a silent testament to the night's unpredictability. With a gentle nudge, she moved him over, making room for herself. The movement roused Amrish from his sleep, his senses slowly registering Ankita's presence beside him.
"What's up... Ankita?" His voice was groggy, laced with confusion and surprise.
"It's okay, Amrish. Go back to sleep," she whispered, her voice a soft whisper in the quiet room. There was no room for explanations, not in that tired moment on the edge of sleep.
Feeling her beside him, Amrish's instincts took over, his arm reaching out to encircle her, pulling her closer in a warm embrace. The contact was comforting, familiar in its own right, and without a word, Ankita nestled into him. There was no resistance, only the silent acceptance of their shared warmth.
"Goodnight, Ankita," Amrish murmured into the darkness, his voice fading as sleep reclaimed him.
"Goodnight," she replied, a hint of a smile touching her lips, her earlier reservations melting away in the comfort of their embrace.
Right there, in the gentle embrace of Amrish, surrounded by the quiet of the night and leaving behind the chaos of the night, they fell into a calm sleep. The room was silent except for their soft breathing, showing how life can surprise you, creating moments of closeness when you least expect it.
Amrish felt Ankita's heavy thick breasts and he started to squeeze them and massage them. Ankita was getting irritated.
"Not now, Amrish. Lets sleep! She moved his hands away from her breasts. She then tightly hugged him. She just wanted to sleep. Not have one more sex session with Amirsh.
But, Amrish's instincts became strong.
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