23-06-2025, 07:06 PM
She guided him to sit in front of her, their knees brushing lightly.
She leaned forward slightly, her hands resting gently on his shoulders.
Her touch was light at first, but then, she pressed down just enough for him to feel her strength, her control.
“Place your hands on my waist,” she instructed softly.
He complied, his hands sliding around her waist, feeling the smoothness of her skin beneath the fabric of her tight shorts.
Her body was warm, and despite the closeness, there was still a slight gap between them.
His palms pressed gently into her sides, feeling the subtle movements of her ribs as she breathed.
She was in control.
And yet, somehow, so was he.
“Now,” she whispered, “lean forward, just a little.”
Abhi leaned forward, his chest grazing hers as he moved.
Meghana, with her gentle guidance, wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer.
Her lips brushed against his ear as she whispered, “You’re doing well. Now let me guide you.”
She shifted slightly, moving her legs around him, her body pressed flush against his.
He could feel every curve of her body, the soft lines of her skin, the heat that seemed to radiate from her.
She slowly lowered herself, pulling him down with her, until her body was fully resting against his.
Her chest was pressed to his, her legs moving to encircle his.
As she did, her chest pressed to his, soft, warm, and unyielding.
The sensation of her sports bra brushing against his skin sent a tremor through him
A sharp, electric wave that settled deep in his chest.
He could feel the heat radiating from her, the rhythmic rise and fall of her breath against him
A steady beat that seemed to sync with his own.
Her body, so close now, was an anchor, grounding him in this moment.
He felt the curve of her chest against his
The firm but gentle pressure that felt both comforting and in some inexplicable way, vulnerable.
She leaned forward slightly, her hands resting gently on his shoulders.
Her touch was light at first, but then, she pressed down just enough for him to feel her strength, her control.
“Place your hands on my waist,” she instructed softly.
He complied, his hands sliding around her waist, feeling the smoothness of her skin beneath the fabric of her tight shorts.
Her body was warm, and despite the closeness, there was still a slight gap between them.
His palms pressed gently into her sides, feeling the subtle movements of her ribs as she breathed.
She was in control.
And yet, somehow, so was he.
“Now,” she whispered, “lean forward, just a little.”
Abhi leaned forward, his chest grazing hers as he moved.
Meghana, with her gentle guidance, wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer.
Her lips brushed against his ear as she whispered, “You’re doing well. Now let me guide you.”
She shifted slightly, moving her legs around him, her body pressed flush against his.
He could feel every curve of her body, the soft lines of her skin, the heat that seemed to radiate from her.
She slowly lowered herself, pulling him down with her, until her body was fully resting against his.
Her chest was pressed to his, her legs moving to encircle his.
As she did, her chest pressed to his, soft, warm, and unyielding.
The sensation of her sports bra brushing against his skin sent a tremor through him
A sharp, electric wave that settled deep in his chest.
He could feel the heat radiating from her, the rhythmic rise and fall of her breath against him
A steady beat that seemed to sync with his own.
Her body, so close now, was an anchor, grounding him in this moment.
He felt the curve of her chest against his
The firm but gentle pressure that felt both comforting and in some inexplicable way, vulnerable.
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