19-09-2025, 11:52 AM
(This post was last modified: 19-09-2025, 06:42 PM by Steel. Edited 3 times in total. Edited 3 times in total.)
Across town, Ishaan sprawled on his floor, and grinned at her main's defiance. He'd ignored her alt all day, her pleas, her snap, saved to a locked folder, letting her simmer.
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Across town, Ishaan sprawled on his floor, and grinned at her main's defiance. He'd ignored her alt all day, her pleas, her snap, saved to a locked folder, letting her simmer. He stood before the mirror, shoulders squared wearing rugged jeans and shirt unbuttoned. Soft light carved shadows across his chiseled frame.
He stood before the mirror, shoulders squared wearing rugged jeans and shirt unbuttoned. Soft light carved shadows across his chiseled frame.
![[Image: 042.png]](https://i.ibb.co/LXmmvtn4/042.png)
Across town, Ishaan sprawled on his floor, and grinned at her main's defiance. He'd ignored her alt all day, her pleas, her snap, saved to a locked folder, letting her simmer. He stood before the mirror, shoulders squared wearing rugged jeans and shirt unbuttoned. Soft light carved shadows across his chiseled frame.
Attached it to her main with a text, "Am I atrocious enough, Madhuri? I know you're dying to lay your hands all over me."
He hit send and her main buzzed. She opened it, expecting another taunt, then froze. A loud gasp slipped out, "Dear G0d! What is this?", as she dropped the phone like it burned.
Her eyes locked on his body. It looked better than those on the magazine as she typed with her hands shaking. "You're sick, delete this right now!"
But her gaze slid over his waist line resting low. Her lips tingled as she bit down hard looking at his V-line, pulling her in like a magnet.
After a few minutes, she grabbed her alt and recorded another note with a low and shaky voice. "Don't waste your time somewhere else, Handsome! This kitty is waiting for you..."
Her breath ragged, she snapped a photo with a blurry cat filter, nightie pulled low, melons spilling out, nipples hard against the fabric.
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She attached the pic to the voice note and sent it via ShyVelvet like a desperate bid as her pride crumbled under the weight of his silence.
Ishaan's phone pinged. He opened the pic she sent and rubbed his meat over his jeans looking at her bare thick thighs and played the note. Her cracking needy voice, hit him hard. “Fuck, my slut is breaking,” he muttered.
He texted her main, slow and filthy. "Sick? Bet you're looking at it biting your lips, Madhuri, give them some rest."
Downstairs, Abhi crept through the dark, hearing his mom's gasp from above. He paused at her locked door and sank against the wall. The breach widened and his role was a key chain he couldn't break.