12-08-2025, 07:14 PM
Her words sent an unexpected jolt of heat through him.
It was more than just her playful tone,
It was the way she fit against him so perfectly,
The way her body seemed to become part of his.
The scooty hit a pothole, and Varnika pressed herself against him even tighter,
Her breasts pressing against his back in a soft, intimate gesture.
He felt the warmth of her chest seeping into his skin, and for a second, he lost track of the road.
“Guess the roads are helping me out,” she teased, her breath hot on his neck.
“Every bump just makes it harder for me to resist… you know, getting closer.”
Abhi’s throat went dry as his body involuntarily responded to her words.
“You’re impossible,” he managed, his voice rougher than he intended.
“Impossible?” she purred, her hands sliding down his stomach before coming to rest on his hips.
She leaned in, her lips brushing the side of his neck.
“Maybe I’m exactly what you need. Don’t tell me you don’t like this.”
He gripped the handlebars tighter, his knuckles turning white.
The sensation of her body pressing against his,
The way her curves seemed to mold into him perfectly, was quickly becoming overwhelming.
“You’re right,” he said, his voice strained, “I do like it. A little too much.”
She smirked, her hands roaming over his hips with a slow, deliberate pace,
Feeling the steady thrum of his body beneath her.
It was more than just her playful tone,
It was the way she fit against him so perfectly,
The way her body seemed to become part of his.
The scooty hit a pothole, and Varnika pressed herself against him even tighter,
Her breasts pressing against his back in a soft, intimate gesture.
He felt the warmth of her chest seeping into his skin, and for a second, he lost track of the road.
“Guess the roads are helping me out,” she teased, her breath hot on his neck.
“Every bump just makes it harder for me to resist… you know, getting closer.”
Abhi’s throat went dry as his body involuntarily responded to her words.
“You’re impossible,” he managed, his voice rougher than he intended.
“Impossible?” she purred, her hands sliding down his stomach before coming to rest on his hips.
She leaned in, her lips brushing the side of his neck.
“Maybe I’m exactly what you need. Don’t tell me you don’t like this.”
He gripped the handlebars tighter, his knuckles turning white.
The sensation of her body pressing against his,
The way her curves seemed to mold into him perfectly, was quickly becoming overwhelming.
“You’re right,” he said, his voice strained, “I do like it. A little too much.”
She smirked, her hands roaming over his hips with a slow, deliberate pace,
Feeling the steady thrum of his body beneath her.
.