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

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Muskan, sensing Raj’s lingering guilt, took a step closer to him, her expression softening. “Hey, look at me,” she said, maintaining steady eye contact. “I want to ease your worries.” Raj met her gaze, the concern still evident in his eyes. “I just don’t want you to regret anything,” he admitted, his voice low. Muskan smiled gently, leaning in closer. “I won’t regret this. Trust me.” She knelt before him, her heart pounding as she focused on reassuring him. “Let me show you.” With careful precision, she took her time, cleaning him thoroughly, her tongue working delicately as she maintained their eye contact. Raj felt a mix of emotions wash over him—gratitude, desire, and an unexpected sense of intimacy that deepened their connection.





He came again and she cleaned with with her mouth
After a moment, Muskan pulled back slightly, looking up at him. “See? I’m taking care of you. I want you to feel good about what we just shared.” Raj exhaled, a hint of relief crossing his features. “It’s just… a lot to process.” Muskan nodded, understanding the weight of his thoughts. “I get that. But I want to assure you, I’m not at risk of pregnancy. I’ve thought it through,” she said, her voice steady. “And if something happens,” she continued, “I’ll take care of the baby. I want you to know that I’ll handle it.” Raj’s eyes softened at her words, feeling a sense of relief. “You’re amazing, you know that?” Muskan chuckled lightly, brushing her hair behind her ear. “Just being real with you. We’re in this together.”

They moved to a quieter corner, away from Salman, creating a small private space where they could talk without interruptions. In the meantime, Salman was busy at work, creating a new canvas that captured the essence of their connection. It featured two naked figures comforting each other, the raw vulnerability evident in their posture and expressions. Muskan glanced at Salman’s work from a distance, then turned back to Raj. “Look at what he’s creating. It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Raj nodded, feeling a warmth in his chest as he observed the artwork. “It really is. It captures a moment we just shared.” “That’s the power of art,” Muskan replied, her eyes sparkling. “It immortalizes our experiences and emotions.” “And this piece is a reflection of our comfort with each other,” Raj added, his voice thoughtful. “It shows how we can be vulnerable.”

Muskan smiled, feeling a sense of pride in their connection. “Exactly. It’s all about embracing those moments, no matter how complicated they may seem.” As they continued to talk, the bond between them grew stronger, each reassuring word weaving them closer together. They both understood that this experience—raw, messy, and beautiful—was a part of their journey, a testament to their evolving relationship through art.