Yesterday, 04:29 PM
Scene 9
Ananya's grip on Kabir was firm, her thumb stroking him gently. The raw, shocked pleasure on his face was exactly what she wanted to see. She leaned in, her voice a low, commanding purr.
Ananya: "Just relax and close your eyes. Samrat will take care of you now." Bas relax karo aur apni aankhein band kar lo. Samrat ab tumhara khayal rakhega.
Kabir’s eyes snapped open, a flicker of confusion in their dark depths. He looked from Ananya to Samrat, who was now watching him with an equally intense, predatory gaze.
Kabir: "Meaning?" Matlab?
Ananya’s smile was wicked. She leaned closer, her lips almost brushing his ear as she delivered the final, stunning revelation.
Ananya: "We are bisexuals. Both of us. I hope you don't mind." Hum bisexual hain. Hum dono. Umeed hai tumhein isse koi aitraaz nahi hai.
The statement settled in the charged air, a puzzle piece clicking perfectly into place. Kabir stared at her, then at Samrat, processing the new reality of the situation. A slow, hungry grin spread across his face. He was not just an observer or an addition; he was the bridge between them.
Kabir: "I don't mind at all. As long as I still have access to your breasts." Mujhe koi aitraaz nahi hai. Jab tak mujhe tumhare breasts tak pahunch milti rahegi.
Ananya: "Deal." Manzoor hai.
As she said the word, Samrat moved. He shifted off the sofa, kneeling on the floor before Kabir. Kabir’s breath hitched in anticipation. Ananya released him, allowing Samrat to take her place. While Samrat’s hands went to Kabir's hips, Ananya leaned over Kabir's lap, bringing her breast directly to his mouth.
Ananya: "A promise is a promise." Wada toh wada hai.
Kabir groaned, his mouth closing eagerly over her nipple, suckling hard. At the exact same moment, he felt Samrat’s warm mouth envelop him. A shudder wracked Kabir’s entire frame. He was trapped in a vortex of pleasure, his head thrown back, his senses completely overwhelmed. Ananya watched them both, her hand stroking Kabir’s hair, the orchestrator of a perfectly executed fantasy.
Ananya: "See? Everyone gets exactly what they want." Dekha? Sabko wahi milta hai jo woh chahte hain.
Ananya's grip on Kabir was firm, her thumb stroking him gently. The raw, shocked pleasure on his face was exactly what she wanted to see. She leaned in, her voice a low, commanding purr.
Ananya: "Just relax and close your eyes. Samrat will take care of you now." Bas relax karo aur apni aankhein band kar lo. Samrat ab tumhara khayal rakhega.
Kabir’s eyes snapped open, a flicker of confusion in their dark depths. He looked from Ananya to Samrat, who was now watching him with an equally intense, predatory gaze.
Kabir: "Meaning?" Matlab?
Ananya’s smile was wicked. She leaned closer, her lips almost brushing his ear as she delivered the final, stunning revelation.
Ananya: "We are bisexuals. Both of us. I hope you don't mind." Hum bisexual hain. Hum dono. Umeed hai tumhein isse koi aitraaz nahi hai.
The statement settled in the charged air, a puzzle piece clicking perfectly into place. Kabir stared at her, then at Samrat, processing the new reality of the situation. A slow, hungry grin spread across his face. He was not just an observer or an addition; he was the bridge between them.
Kabir: "I don't mind at all. As long as I still have access to your breasts." Mujhe koi aitraaz nahi hai. Jab tak mujhe tumhare breasts tak pahunch milti rahegi.
Ananya: "Deal." Manzoor hai.
As she said the word, Samrat moved. He shifted off the sofa, kneeling on the floor before Kabir. Kabir’s breath hitched in anticipation. Ananya released him, allowing Samrat to take her place. While Samrat’s hands went to Kabir's hips, Ananya leaned over Kabir's lap, bringing her breast directly to his mouth.
Ananya: "A promise is a promise." Wada toh wada hai.
Kabir groaned, his mouth closing eagerly over her nipple, suckling hard. At the exact same moment, he felt Samrat’s warm mouth envelop him. A shudder wracked Kabir’s entire frame. He was trapped in a vortex of pleasure, his head thrown back, his senses completely overwhelmed. Ananya watched them both, her hand stroking Kabir’s hair, the orchestrator of a perfectly executed fantasy.
Ananya: "See? Everyone gets exactly what they want." Dekha? Sabko wahi milta hai jo woh chahte hain.
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