24-10-2025, 01:01 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-11-2025, 02:06 AM by ashuezy2. Edited 2 times in total. Edited 2 times in total.)
Scene 13 [Edited]
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The atmosphere in the studio was electric.
Kabir (Camera focused, his voice urgent): "Ananya, talk to me, how you are feeling. " Ananya, mujhse baat karo, ki tum kaisa mehsoos kar rahi ho.
Ananya: "Powerful. Seen. WANTED!" Powerful. Dekhi hui. Chahi hui!
Kabir: "Yes, Ananya, you are rocking it. Let's continue. The pants are a distraction. Ananya, let go of this Jeans now. Let it drop to the floor!" CLICK! Haan Ananya, tum kamaal kar rahi ho. Chalo jaari rakhte hain. Yeh jeans ek distraction hai. Ananya, ab is Jeans ko jaane do. Ise farsh par girne do!
Ananya’s face broke into a sharp, exhilarated grin. She didn't hesitate; she shimmied her hips once, letting the Jeans fall to her ankles. She stepped out of them, standing only in her tiny, dark lace panties and the form-fitting top.
Ananya: "Freedom! I feel so much lighter, artist. This is much better." Azaadi! Main bahut halka mehsoos kar rahi hoon, artist. Yeh bahut behtar hai.
Kabir: "Beautiful underwear, Ananya. The lace against your skin, Samrat has excellent taste. Pure seduction." CLICK! Khoobsurat underwear, Ananya. Tumhari skin ke khilaf yeh lace—Samrat ka taste bahut achha hai. Shuddh seduction.
Ananya: "He loves to show me off, and I love being shown off. You're making my husband proud right now." Use mujhe dikhana pasand hai, aur mujhe dikhaya jaana pasand hai. Tum mere pati ko abhi proud mehsoos kara rahe ho.
Kabir: "Ananya, this is for the art! Lower the underwear a little bit. Just tease the audience. Show me the top curve of that beautiful hip." CLICK! Ananya, yeh kala ke liye hai! Underwear ko thoda sa neeche karo. Bas audience ko tease karo. Us khoobsurat hip ka upari curve dikhao.
Ananya obeyed, hooking her thumbs into the waistband and pulling the lace down just enough to reveal the deep valley of her ass crack and the tantalizing curve of her lower back.
Ananya: "Is this enough teasing, artist? Or should I show you everything?" Kya yeh itna kaafi teasing hai, artist? Ya mujhe tumhe sab kuch dikhana chahiye?
Kabir: "Ananya, beautiful hips, beautiful ass, I want to kiss every inch of it, but not yet. Move the underwear back up now. You've given us just enough for now." CLICK! Ananya, khoobsurat hips, ass, main har inch ko choomna chahta hoon, lekin abhi nahi. Ab underwear ko wapas upar kar do. Tumne abhi ke liye bas kaafi de diya hai.
Ananya: "Fine. But I demand a promise. I want to feel your lips on my skin before we leave for Mauritius." Theek hai. Lekin main ek waada chahti hoon. Mauritius jaane se pehle main tumhare honth apni skin par mehsoos karna chahti hoon.
Kabir: "Deal! Now for the final layer of distraction. Ananya, remove the top now. Leave the bra. Show me that power pose." CLICK! Deal! Ab aakhiri distraction ke liye. Ananya, ab top hatao. Bra rehne do. Mujhe woh power pose dikhao.
Ananya swiftly pulled the top over her head, her 34E breasts fully contained but clearly pushing against the delicate fabric of her bra. Her eyes were burning now, locked on Kabir.
Kabir: "What a view! Such an intimate shot! I was waiting to see your perfect round breasts framed like this, what a sight! Love that cleavage, 10/10." CLICK! Kya nazara hai! Kitna intimate shot! Main tumhare in perfect round breasts ko aise frame hote hue dekhne ka intezaar kar raha tha, kya drishya hai! Us cleavage se pyaar hai, 10/10.
Kabir put the camera down, his breath catching. This was the moment. The tension in the room was unbearable.
Kabir: "Let's get Milind into the shot now. Milind, come here. Lose the rest, just your underwear. Respect the lady by showing her you're ready to be part of her art." Chalo ab Milind ko shot mein laate hain. Milind, yahan aao. Baaki sab utaar do, sirf tumhara underwear. Lady ka samman karo yeh dikha kar ki tum uski kala ka hissa banne ke liye taiyaar ho.
Milind, who had been frozen in place, dropped the coffee tray with a clatter. He looked terrified but completely aroused. He removed his shirt and trousers, standing only in his tight briefs, his powerful penis already straining the fabric.
Kabir: "Do you like Milind, Ananya? Tell me what you see. Tell me how you feel about your new audience member getting naked for you." CLICK! Kya Milind tumhe pasand hai, Ananya? Mujhe batao tum kya dekhti ho. Mujhe batao ki tumhare naye audience member ka tumhare liye nanga hone par tum kaisa mehsoos karti ho.
Ananya: "Welcome to the show, Milind. Now, come closer." Show mein swagat hai, Milind. Ab, mere paas aao.
========================PHOTOSHOOT CONTINUES========================
The atmosphere in the studio was electric.
Kabir (Camera focused, his voice urgent): "Ananya, talk to me, how you are feeling. " Ananya, mujhse baat karo, ki tum kaisa mehsoos kar rahi ho.
Ananya: "Powerful. Seen. WANTED!" Powerful. Dekhi hui. Chahi hui!
Kabir: "Yes, Ananya, you are rocking it. Let's continue. The pants are a distraction. Ananya, let go of this Jeans now. Let it drop to the floor!" CLICK! Haan Ananya, tum kamaal kar rahi ho. Chalo jaari rakhte hain. Yeh jeans ek distraction hai. Ananya, ab is Jeans ko jaane do. Ise farsh par girne do!
Ananya’s face broke into a sharp, exhilarated grin. She didn't hesitate; she shimmied her hips once, letting the Jeans fall to her ankles. She stepped out of them, standing only in her tiny, dark lace panties and the form-fitting top.
Ananya: "Freedom! I feel so much lighter, artist. This is much better." Azaadi! Main bahut halka mehsoos kar rahi hoon, artist. Yeh bahut behtar hai.
Kabir: "Beautiful underwear, Ananya. The lace against your skin, Samrat has excellent taste. Pure seduction." CLICK! Khoobsurat underwear, Ananya. Tumhari skin ke khilaf yeh lace—Samrat ka taste bahut achha hai. Shuddh seduction.
Ananya: "He loves to show me off, and I love being shown off. You're making my husband proud right now." Use mujhe dikhana pasand hai, aur mujhe dikhaya jaana pasand hai. Tum mere pati ko abhi proud mehsoos kara rahe ho.
Kabir: "Ananya, this is for the art! Lower the underwear a little bit. Just tease the audience. Show me the top curve of that beautiful hip." CLICK! Ananya, yeh kala ke liye hai! Underwear ko thoda sa neeche karo. Bas audience ko tease karo. Us khoobsurat hip ka upari curve dikhao.
Ananya obeyed, hooking her thumbs into the waistband and pulling the lace down just enough to reveal the deep valley of her ass crack and the tantalizing curve of her lower back.
Ananya: "Is this enough teasing, artist? Or should I show you everything?" Kya yeh itna kaafi teasing hai, artist? Ya mujhe tumhe sab kuch dikhana chahiye?
Kabir: "Ananya, beautiful hips, beautiful ass, I want to kiss every inch of it, but not yet. Move the underwear back up now. You've given us just enough for now." CLICK! Ananya, khoobsurat hips, ass, main har inch ko choomna chahta hoon, lekin abhi nahi. Ab underwear ko wapas upar kar do. Tumne abhi ke liye bas kaafi de diya hai.
Ananya: "Fine. But I demand a promise. I want to feel your lips on my skin before we leave for Mauritius." Theek hai. Lekin main ek waada chahti hoon. Mauritius jaane se pehle main tumhare honth apni skin par mehsoos karna chahti hoon.
Kabir: "Deal! Now for the final layer of distraction. Ananya, remove the top now. Leave the bra. Show me that power pose." CLICK! Deal! Ab aakhiri distraction ke liye. Ananya, ab top hatao. Bra rehne do. Mujhe woh power pose dikhao.
Ananya swiftly pulled the top over her head, her 34E breasts fully contained but clearly pushing against the delicate fabric of her bra. Her eyes were burning now, locked on Kabir.
Kabir: "What a view! Such an intimate shot! I was waiting to see your perfect round breasts framed like this, what a sight! Love that cleavage, 10/10." CLICK! Kya nazara hai! Kitna intimate shot! Main tumhare in perfect round breasts ko aise frame hote hue dekhne ka intezaar kar raha tha, kya drishya hai! Us cleavage se pyaar hai, 10/10.
Kabir put the camera down, his breath catching. This was the moment. The tension in the room was unbearable.
Kabir: "Let's get Milind into the shot now. Milind, come here. Lose the rest, just your underwear. Respect the lady by showing her you're ready to be part of her art." Chalo ab Milind ko shot mein laate hain. Milind, yahan aao. Baaki sab utaar do, sirf tumhara underwear. Lady ka samman karo yeh dikha kar ki tum uski kala ka hissa banne ke liye taiyaar ho.
Milind, who had been frozen in place, dropped the coffee tray with a clatter. He looked terrified but completely aroused. He removed his shirt and trousers, standing only in his tight briefs, his powerful penis already straining the fabric.
Kabir: "Do you like Milind, Ananya? Tell me what you see. Tell me how you feel about your new audience member getting naked for you." CLICK! Kya Milind tumhe pasand hai, Ananya? Mujhe batao tum kya dekhti ho. Mujhe batao ki tumhare naye audience member ka tumhare liye nanga hone par tum kaisa mehsoos karti ho.
Ananya: "Welcome to the show, Milind. Now, come closer." Show mein swagat hai, Milind. Ab, mere paas aao.
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