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

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Canavas done by Salman




What actually happened





The intensity of the moment hit Salman as he noticed the evidence of Raj’s fluids dripping down Muskan’s body, trailing from a place she had never been touched before her asshole. It was then that he fully realized the depth of Muskan's sacrifice—she had given more than anyone expected, allowing herself to endure something so deeply personal, something she had never experienced, all in the name of art. Muskan, once so bold in her ideas and suggestions, had taken this one final step silently, without complaint, and her ability to express such raw emotion in that moment made sense now. She had lived the pain she was trying to portray.

Raj doing anal from behind








Salman felt a surge of gratitude and awe for her. She had pushed herself beyond the boundaries for the sake of this canvas, for the message they were trying to send. But as much as he admired her, he also felt a deep respect for what she had endured. He couldn’t thank her enough. The sacrifice Muskan made had brought their art to life in a way that words could never capture.



Raj, however, was struggling with his own emotions. As he sat beside Muskan, the guilt gnawed at him. He had asked for her consent mid-pose, in the heat of the moment, for something that had pushed both of their boundaries. He hadn’t planned on it, but in the throes of the performance, he had asked her for anal, and she had agreed, though he could feel her hesitation at the time.

"Muskan..." Raj’s voice was hoarse, thick with regret. "I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have asked for that in the middle of everything. I should have thought it through better... I—"

Muskan interrupted him, turning to face him with a gentle, reassuring smile, though her body was still trembling from the intensity of the experience. "Raj, it’s okay," she said softly, her voice steady despite the physical and emotional exhaustion. "I agreed to it. I knew what I was consenting to. You didn’t force me—I chose it, just like I chose everything else today."

Raj’s eyes filled with a mixture of guilt and admiration. He still couldn’t shake the feeling that he had crossed a line, even though she had said yes. "But I could feel... I could feel you were in pain. I shouldn’t have put you in that position. You didn’t need to endure that just for art. I feel like I—"

"You didn’t force me," Muskan reassured him again, her hand resting gently on his. "I knew it was going to hurt, and yes, it did. But it was my choice, Raj. I wanted to give everything I had for this piece, for what we’re creating. You asked, and I gave you my consent, even in the moment. You didn’t do anything wrong."

Raj still struggled, his heart heavy. "But I feel like I hurt you... emotionally, physically. You’ve never done that before. I should’ve been more careful."

Muskan shook her head, her hand reaching up to cup his face. "What you’re feeling right now shows how much you care. You didn’t hurt me—you gave me respect in asking for consent, and I gave it because I trust you. This was art, Raj. We pushed boundaries, yes, but we did it together. That’s what matters."

The two of them sat in silence for a moment, the weight of what had just happened still settling between them. Muskan leaned into Raj’s embrace, seeking comfort after the physically and emotionally draining experience. Raj held her close, his hands gentle and soft against her back, his heart aching with love and regret. He knew he needed to make sure she was okay—not just now, but in the days to come.