20-09-2025, 03:32 PM
(This post was last modified: 20-09-2025, 03:35 PM by Steel. Edited 3 times in total. Edited 3 times in total.)
She laid on her stomach on her bed, her black nightie clinging to her curves.
Her breath hitched, a shiver racing down her spine, tries to control herself but the itch hasn't completely gone, a volcano stirring somewhere deep she couldn't point.
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She typed back, slow, defiant: "You don't scare me, stay away" But her fingers lingered, her pussy clenching at the lie, she wanted him closer, not gone.
The chat blinked, his reply: "Ok, Miss Stark from Winterfell. What if I pin you to that bed, peel that nightie off with my teeth, taste every inch till you beg me to stop, and I wouldn't.. That scary enough?"
Madhuri's eyes widened, her thighs pressing together as heat flooded her. His words dripped like honey laced with venom, slow, deliberate, sinking into her bones.
"Disgusting pig," she muttered, her hand betrayed her again, grazing her nipple, hard, needy, through the satin. Pride roared no, but her body screamed louder.
She typed, hesitant: "I'm stronger than that! Wouldn't let you even touch me." Sent. A taunt, she wanted him to bite.
Her phone trembled in her hand as DevilzMask's latest message glowed: "Looks like someone's too scared to have some fun."
Her breath hitched, a shiver racing down her spine, tries to control herself but the itch hasn't completely gone, a volcano stirring somewhere deep she couldn't point.
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She typed back, slow, defiant: "You don't scare me, stay away" But her fingers lingered, her pussy clenching at the lie, she wanted him closer, not gone.
The chat blinked, his reply: "Ok, Miss Stark from Winterfell. What if I pin you to that bed, peel that nightie off with my teeth, taste every inch till you beg me to stop, and I wouldn't.. That scary enough?"
Madhuri's eyes widened, her thighs pressing together as heat flooded her. His words dripped like honey laced with venom, slow, deliberate, sinking into her bones.
"Disgusting pig," she muttered, her hand betrayed her again, grazing her nipple, hard, needy, through the satin. Pride roared no, but her body screamed louder.
She typed, hesitant: "I'm stronger than that! Wouldn't let you even touch me." Sent. A taunt, she wanted him to bite.
Across the city, Ishaan lounged on his balcony, and his grin widened, feral. "Stronger, huh?" he murmured, voice low and rough. "Let's see how long that lasts"
He typed back, pacing it out, raw and dark: "You can't stop me from spreading those thick thighs, darling, licking that sweet pussy till your screams wake the street. You'd claw the sheets, begging for my cock, and I'll watch you break" He hit send, leaning back, his dick twitching at the thought.
Madhuri's phone buzzed, and she opened it, her breath catching at his filth. "Till your screams wake the street", the image slammed into her, her clit throbbing unbidden.
Her hand slipped lower, grazing her navel, then lower still, hovering over her panties. She typed back, voice trembling in her head: "You're a monster, I'd never beg someone like you!"
A reply came quick: "Oh, you will, my wild flower, I'd carve my name into your soul with every thrust, leave you dripping and owned" Her fingers brushed her pussy through the fabric, soaked, traitorous, and a soft moan slipped out, her shame dissolving in the heat.
The sound jolted her awake. Gasping, she switched off the phone, yanked the bedsheet tight, and curled into the dark, alone and fragile.
Her hand slipped lower, grazing her navel, then lower still, hovering over her panties. She typed back, voice trembling in her head: "You're a monster, I'd never beg someone like you!"
A reply came quick: "Oh, you will, my wild flower, I'd carve my name into your soul with every thrust, leave you dripping and owned" Her fingers brushed her pussy through the fabric, soaked, traitorous, and a soft moan slipped out, her shame dissolving in the heat.
The sound jolted her awake. Gasping, she switched off the phone, yanked the bedsheet tight, and curled into the dark, alone and fragile.