14-06-2025, 04:53 AM
Abhi’s Feelings
As they gently released the pose and sat upright again, Abhi took a long, quiet breath—partly to center himself, but mostly to steady everything else that was stirring inside.
The moment they’d just shared—the slow twist, the way her arm had curled around his, her hand resting gently on his chest—had left behind a pulse he couldn’t shake.
The sweet pressure of her full size breasts pressing his back
deliberately and studly, melted his back.
He can still fee their soft touch.
He is trying to guess the size of her Breasts. But he is new to all this.
It wasn’t just physical. Maybe it is.
He is sure she noticed that he is feeling them.
He is completely aroused down there.
Not sure if could hold this any longer
It was something else: the intimacy of how she moved with him, how she let herself press into him for just a second longer than necessary.
Now, with space between them again, he could still feel her.
Not just the warmth of her skin or the softness of her breath near his cheek—but the presence of her, like something that had imprinted.
He wasn’t used to this.
The quiet intensity.
The kind that didn’t ask for permission out loud but waited, slowly, to see if he’d step closer.
As they gently released the pose and sat upright again, Abhi took a long, quiet breath—partly to center himself, but mostly to steady everything else that was stirring inside.
The moment they’d just shared—the slow twist, the way her arm had curled around his, her hand resting gently on his chest—had left behind a pulse he couldn’t shake.
The sweet pressure of her full size breasts pressing his back
deliberately and studly, melted his back.
He can still fee their soft touch.
He is trying to guess the size of her Breasts. But he is new to all this.
It wasn’t just physical. Maybe it is.
He is sure she noticed that he is feeling them.
He is completely aroused down there.
Not sure if could hold this any longer
It was something else: the intimacy of how she moved with him, how she let herself press into him for just a second longer than necessary.
Now, with space between them again, he could still feel her.
Not just the warmth of her skin or the softness of her breath near his cheek—but the presence of her, like something that had imprinted.
He wasn’t used to this.
The quiet intensity.
The kind that didn’t ask for permission out loud but waited, slowly, to see if he’d step closer.
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