12-08-2025, 07:20 PM
Her fingers dipped a little lower
The warmth of her touch sending a wave of heat through him.
“I thought so,” she whispered. “But I wonder how much more you can take…”
She pressed herself into him again, this time with a bit more force.
Her body fit so perfectly against his that he couldn’t help but feel every soft curve, every gentle movement she made.
His breath hitched as she slowly, deliberately rocked against his back.
He could feel her breasts against him, the way they shifted with every breath, every subtle movement.
The feeling of her closeness, the way her chest pressed into him,
The soft pulse of her breath on his neck, it was intoxicating.
He tried to steady his thoughts, focusing on the road,
But every time she shifted, every time her hands grazed over him,
It became harder and harder to think clearly.
“Varnika,” he murmured, his voice low, “you’re driving me crazy.”
She laughed softly, a teasing sound that made his pulse race even faster.
“Good. I like it when you lose control.”
Her hands drifted back to his waist, fingers slipping beneath the edge of his shirt,
teasing the skin just above the waistband of his jeans.
Her fingertips grazed the edge of his abs,
And he sucked in a breath, trying to maintain some semblance of focus on the road.
Her chest pressed against his back again,
The sensation of her curves moving against him sending an electric current through him.
The warmth of her touch sending a wave of heat through him.
“I thought so,” she whispered. “But I wonder how much more you can take…”
She pressed herself into him again, this time with a bit more force.
Her body fit so perfectly against his that he couldn’t help but feel every soft curve, every gentle movement she made.
His breath hitched as she slowly, deliberately rocked against his back.
He could feel her breasts against him, the way they shifted with every breath, every subtle movement.
The feeling of her closeness, the way her chest pressed into him,
The soft pulse of her breath on his neck, it was intoxicating.
He tried to steady his thoughts, focusing on the road,
But every time she shifted, every time her hands grazed over him,
It became harder and harder to think clearly.
“Varnika,” he murmured, his voice low, “you’re driving me crazy.”
She laughed softly, a teasing sound that made his pulse race even faster.
“Good. I like it when you lose control.”
Her hands drifted back to his waist, fingers slipping beneath the edge of his shirt,
teasing the skin just above the waistband of his jeans.
Her fingertips grazed the edge of his abs,
And he sucked in a breath, trying to maintain some semblance of focus on the road.
Her chest pressed against his back again,
The sensation of her curves moving against him sending an electric current through him.
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