23-10-2025, 11:57 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-11-2025, 12:54 AM by ashuezy2. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
Scene 10 [Edited]
Kabir was still breathing hard, his body on the sofa in a state of post orgasmic bliss.
Ananya beside him, wiping the last traces of his cum from her hand with the tissue. Samrat stood nearby, a smile on his face.
Ananya: "Well, artist. That was a grand display." Toh, artist. Woh ek shaandaar nazaara tha.
Kabir pushed himself up, a complex mixture of gratitude, embarrassment, and awe of the acceptance of intimate climax.
Kabir: "I… I apologize again. I just lost control. I’ve never reacted like that. Your presence… it’s overwhelming." Main… main phir se maafi chahta hoon. Maine bas control kho diya. Maine kabhi aisa react nahi kiya. Tumhari maujoodgi… yeh zyaada hai.
Ananya: "Nonsense. This is what we hired you for. Besides," she leaned closer, her voice dropping to a seductive purr, "I love being a woman who makes a man lose his mind." Bakwaas. Isliye hi humne tumhe hire kiya hai. Aur vaise bhi, (she paused for effect) mujhe woh aurat banna pasand hai jo ek aadmi ko hosh kho dene par majboor kar de.
She rose smoothly, her naked body, Samrat’s arms immediately wrapped around her waist.
Samrat: "See, Kabir? That's what you'll be capturing in Mauritius." Dekho, Kabir? Tum Mauritius mein yahi capture karoge.
Ananya turned her head, looking at Kabir over her shoulder, her 34E breasts prominent as she posed.
Kabir: (A slow, professional realization washing away the daze) "The voyeurism… the companionship… " Voyeurism... companionship...
He grabbed his camera, his hands steady again, the professional eye clicking back into focus.
Kabir: "Samrat, hold her tighter. Ananya, look directly at the lens. Show me the challenge in your eyes. Show me the woman who brought me to my knees." Samrat, use aur kas ke pakdo. Ananya, seedhe lens mein dekho. Apni aankhon mein woh challenge dikhao. Woh aurat dikhao jisne mujhe ghutnon par laa diya.
Ananya thrust her chest out slightly, her head tilting back in a perfect, pose, giving him everything he asked for. The passionate core of their honeymoon had officially begun.
Ananya: "I'm ready, artist. Click." Main taiyaar hoon, artist. Click.
Kabir was still breathing hard, his body on the sofa in a state of post orgasmic bliss.
Ananya beside him, wiping the last traces of his cum from her hand with the tissue. Samrat stood nearby, a smile on his face.
Ananya: "Well, artist. That was a grand display." Toh, artist. Woh ek shaandaar nazaara tha.
Kabir pushed himself up, a complex mixture of gratitude, embarrassment, and awe of the acceptance of intimate climax.
Kabir: "I… I apologize again. I just lost control. I’ve never reacted like that. Your presence… it’s overwhelming." Main… main phir se maafi chahta hoon. Maine bas control kho diya. Maine kabhi aisa react nahi kiya. Tumhari maujoodgi… yeh zyaada hai.
Ananya: "Nonsense. This is what we hired you for. Besides," she leaned closer, her voice dropping to a seductive purr, "I love being a woman who makes a man lose his mind." Bakwaas. Isliye hi humne tumhe hire kiya hai. Aur vaise bhi, (she paused for effect) mujhe woh aurat banna pasand hai jo ek aadmi ko hosh kho dene par majboor kar de.
She rose smoothly, her naked body, Samrat’s arms immediately wrapped around her waist.
Samrat: "See, Kabir? That's what you'll be capturing in Mauritius." Dekho, Kabir? Tum Mauritius mein yahi capture karoge.
Ananya turned her head, looking at Kabir over her shoulder, her 34E breasts prominent as she posed.
Kabir: (A slow, professional realization washing away the daze) "The voyeurism… the companionship… " Voyeurism... companionship...
He grabbed his camera, his hands steady again, the professional eye clicking back into focus.
Kabir: "Samrat, hold her tighter. Ananya, look directly at the lens. Show me the challenge in your eyes. Show me the woman who brought me to my knees." Samrat, use aur kas ke pakdo. Ananya, seedhe lens mein dekho. Apni aankhon mein woh challenge dikhao. Woh aurat dikhao jisne mujhe ghutnon par laa diya.
Ananya thrust her chest out slightly, her head tilting back in a perfect, pose, giving him everything he asked for. The passionate core of their honeymoon had officially begun.
Ananya: "I'm ready, artist. Click." Main taiyaar hoon, artist. Click.
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