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Padma was still trembling when Kumar’s voice finally cut through the thick air in the room.
“Cut!”
The word landed heavily. Dev slowly, almost reluctantly, pulled his two thick fingers out of her pussy. The sudden emptiness hit her hard. Her inner walls clenched and fluttered around nothing, a deep, throbbing ache blooming inside her. She had been right on the edge — one more firm press of his thumb against her clit, one more curl of those fingers against her sensitive spot, and she would have come undone. Instead, she was left hanging. Her pussy felt swollen, hot, and desperately needy. Every tiny movement of her hips made her walls squeeze and release, chasing a release that had been stolen from her.
A heavy wave of guilt crashed over her at the same time. Rakesh was at home right now. He trusted her. He had signed the contract for this movie because he believed it would help their family. And here she was, lying on another man’s bed with her legs still slightly spread, her panties pulled to the side, and her body still reacting to Dev’s touch. The emptiness inside her wasn’t just physical. It was mixed with shame, confusion, and a strange, restless hunger she didn’t want to acknowledge.
Dev slowly withdrew his hand from under the bedsheet. He brought his glistening fingers up to his mouth and licked them clean with deliberate, slow strokes of his tongue. He dragged his tongue along each finger, tasting her juices thoroughly, his eyes locked on her flushed face the entire time. A low, satisfied sound rumbled in his throat.
“Sweet,” he said quietly, licking the last trace from his fingers.
Padma’s face burned with embarrassment. She quickly reached under the sheet and adjusted her black panties back into place, then tugged the tight bodycon dress down to cover herself. Her hands were shaking. She couldn’t meet his gaze.
Kumar noticed the wet shine still on Dev’s fingers. A knowing smirk crossed his face. He gave Dev a slow, deliberate wink. Dev smirked back and returned the gesture, both men clearly pleased with how the scene was unfolding.
“Alright,” Kumar said, clapping his hands once. “Good work, both of you. Let’s take a short break. Change into towels for the next scene. This is the aftermath part. After the intense sex, the Principal falls asleep. Your character tries to search the house for evidence, but something falls and wakes him up. To keep him from getting suspicious, you have to distract him by making it look like you’re having sex again. You’ll both wear towels. Under the bedsheet, throw them away so it looks natural and naked on camera.”
Dev stood up and walked to the other room without another word. Once inside, he removed every piece of clothing, including his underwear. His thick cock hung heavy and semi-hard between his legs. He wrapped a white towel loosely around his waist. The fabric did little to hide the clear outline of his length.
Padma went to the makeup room. Rhea handed her a fresh white towel.
“You can change here,” Rhea said with a small, encouraging smile.
Padma kept her black lace bra and matching panty on. She didn’t want to remove them. She wrapped the towel tightly around her body, tucking it securely above her breasts. The soft fabric brushed against her still-sensitive nipples and pressed lightly against the dampness between her thighs. Even that small friction made her pussy twitch with leftover need from being edged.
When she returned to the bedroom set, Kumar was already explaining the flow of the next scene while the cameraman adjusted the lighting.
“Action.”
Dev was lying on the bed, propped up on one elbow, watching her with dark, heavy eyes. The white towel sat low on his hips. Padma took a slow, steadying breath and began walking toward him. She tried to move sensually, letting her hips sway naturally. The towel rode up slightly on her thighs with every step, exposing more of her smooth legs. Dev’s gaze followed her the entire way, drinking in the sight of her body wrapped in nothing but the thin white fabric.
When she reached the bed, she placed both her soft hands on his firm, hairy chest and gently pushed him down onto his back. Dev allowed himself to fall, his eyes never leaving her face. Padma climbed onto the bed and straddled his thighs, being careful to keep some space between their bodies. She leaned forward and kissed him.
The kiss was slow at first. Their lips met softly, pressing together. Dev’s mouth was warm and slightly demanding. He tilted his head and deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding out to trace her lower lip before pushing gently inside. Padma’s lips parted for him. Their tongues met, sliding against each other in slow, wet strokes. She could taste him clearly — a mix of warmth and something faintly masculine. A small sound escaped her throat as his tongue moved deeper, exploring her mouth with unhurried confidence.
Dev’s hands moved down to her ass over the towel. He gripped the firm, round cheeks tightly, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh through the fabric. His fingers pressed into her, pulling her just a little closer even as she tried to maintain distance. The heat of his palms seeped through the thin towel.
After several long, deep kisses, Padma reached for the bedsheet and slowly pulled it up over their lower bodies, covering them from the waist down. Inside the hidden space beneath the sheet, she reached for his towel. She still believed he was wearing underwear underneath, so she tugged it away without much thought and tossed it aside under the sheet.
She didn’t know he was completely naked.
The moment the towel was gone, she felt it — something thick, hot, and heavy pressing firmly against the soft skin of her stomach. It throbbed against her. A warm, sticky sensation spread across her navel as precum leaked from the tip and smeared into her skin.
Padma’s eyes widened slightly in confusion. Before she could pull back or say anything, Dev’s hand shot up and grabbed the back of her neck. He pulled her down and crushed his mouth against hers again, kissing her deeply and hungrily. His tongue pushed past her lips, silencing her before she could speak. He kissed her with more intensity this time, his tongue moving slowly and deliberately inside her mouth, stroking against hers.
“Kiss him back, Padma,” Kumar called out calmly. “Make it look real. Don’t hold back.”
She had no choice. She kissed him back, her mind spinning. She thought Kumar had no idea what was really happening under the bedsheet.
Dev kept one strong hand on the back of her neck, holding her in the deep kiss. His other hand slid down to her ass. Now that the towel was gone, his palm met bare skin above the thin black panty. He squeezed and caressed the soft, full cheeks, his fingers kneading and spreading them slowly. At the same time, he began grinding the thick head of his cock against her navel in slow, deliberate circles. The warm, slick precum continued to leak from the tip, coating her soft stomach and filling the small dip of her navel with sticky warmth.
Dev was lost in the sensation.
The feeling of her smooth, warm skin against his bare cock was driving him crazy. Her stomach was soft and yielding, and every tiny shift of her body made her skin slide deliciously along his thick length. He could feel the heat of her body radiating against him. He kept grinding the swollen head of his cock into her navel, pushing the tip against the soft skin and smearing more precum there. At the same time, his hand on her ass squeezed harder, fingers digging into the plush flesh, enjoying the way it filled his palm.
Padma was extremely uncomfortable. She kept waiting for Kumar to say “cut,” but the director stayed quiet, letting the scene play out. She could feel Dev’s thick cock throbbing against her stomach, hot and insistent. The sticky precum in her navel made her skin feel slick and used. Shame burned through her chest, but underneath it was something else — a growing heat low in her belly that she didn’t want to feel.
Dev’s hand on her ass moved with more purpose. He squeezed and caressed the round cheeks, sometimes spreading them apart, his fingers occasionally brushing the edge of her panty. All the while, he kept thrusting his hips upward in small, controlled movements, the head of his cock rubbing and circling inside her navel while the thick shaft pressed against her soft stomach.
“React, Padma,” Kumar instructed. “Move with him. Show that you’re into it.”
Padma hesitated for only a second before she started rocking her hips slightly, as the scene required. The moment she moved, Dev pulled her even closer against him. Her panty-covered pussy now pressed directly against the underside of his thick, hard shaft.
As she rocked up and down, her wet folds rubbed along the length of his cock through the thin black fabric. She could feel how hard he was — the thick ridge of his shaft sliding against her covered slit with every slow movement. The friction sent unwanted sparks of pleasure shooting through her.
Her body reacted almost immediately. Fresh wetness flooded her pussy. Her panties grew damper with every grind. She could feel her swollen clit rubbing against him through the soaked fabric. The sensation made her breath catch. A soft, involuntary moan escaped into Dev’s mouth.
Dev groaned quietly against her lips. He could feel the growing wetness seeping through her panty onto his cock. The heat and slickness of her pussy rubbing along his shaft felt incredible. He squeezed her ass harder, fingers digging deep into the soft flesh, and thrust his hips upward more deliberately. The head of his cock continued sliding back and forth along her covered folds, pressing against her clit with every movement.
Padma’s mind was a storm. Guilt twisted sharply in her chest — Rakesh’s face flashed in her thoughts — but her body was betraying her more with every second. The slow, deliberate rubbing of Dev’s thick cock against her panty was making her wetter and wetter. Her clit throbbed with every pass. Her inner walls clenched around nothing, still aching from being edged earlier.
She moaned again into the kiss, softer this time, her hips moving with more purpose. She pressed her pussy down against his shaft, grinding slowly. The wet fabric of her panties slid along his hot, hard length. She could feel every ridge and vein through the thin material.
Dev was in pure pleasure. Her smooth stomach against his cock, her full ass filling his hands, the growing wetness of her panty rubbing against him — it was better than he had hoped. He kept grinding the head of his cock against her navel while his shaft slid along her covered pussy, precum and her juices mixing between them under the hidden sheet.
Kumar’s voice came again, calm and encouraging.
“Very good. Keep the movement natural. Padma, let those sounds come out. It looks perfect on camera.”
Padma’s breathing had grown heavier. Her nipples were stiff and aching inside her bra. Every slow grind made her pussy clench and release, more wetness soaking into her panties. She could feel Dev’s cock throbbing against her, hot and insistent, as he continued to fuck her navel and rub along her covered slit at the same time.
The bedsheet rustled softly above them as their bodies moved together. Hidden from the camera, Dev’s thick cock was now sliding back and forth along her soaked panty. The head occasionally caught against her swollen clit, sending sharp sparks of pleasure through her. Her juices had made everything slippery. She could feel how wet she was getting — her panties clinging to her folds, the fabric growing more and more soaked with every deliberate movement.
She was getting close again. The slow, steady friction against her clit combined with the memory of being edged earlier was pushing her higher. Her moans were becoming more frequent, muffled against Dev’s mouth. Her hips moved with more urgency now, grinding her soaked panty against his thick shaft.
Dev could feel everything. He could feel how wet her panties had become. He could feel the heat of her pussy through the thin fabric. Every time she rocked against him, more of her juices coated his cock. He squeezed her ass harder and thrust upward, sliding his shaft more firmly along her covered slit.
Padma’s thighs trembled slightly. Her pussy was throbbing, clenching, desperate for more. The slow, torturous rubbing was driving her crazy. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter, her panties completely soaked now. Every movement made a faint, wet sound that only they could hear under the sheet.
And still, Kumar hadn’t said cut.
Dev kept one hand on the back of her neck, holding her in the deep kiss, while his other hand continued squeezing and caressing her ass. He ground the thick head of his cock against her navel one more time before sliding it down slightly, letting the full length of his shaft press more directly against her soaked panty. He could feel her heat. He could feel how slippery she had become.
Padma moaned louder into his mouth, her body moving on its own now. She pressed her pussy harder against his cock, rubbing herself along his thick length through her wet panties. The friction against her clit was intense. Her breathing was coming faster. She was losing herself in the sensation, her earlier guilt temporarily drowned out by the building pleasure between her legs.
Dev was rock hard beneath her. The feeling of her wet panty sliding along his cock, her soft stomach against him, her full ass in his hands — it was pushing him closer to the edge too. He thrust upward more firmly, grinding against her with more purpose while still keeping the movement looking natural for the camera.
Kumar’s voice finally came again, low and satisfied.
“Excellent. Keep going just like that. Don’t stop.”
Padma’s eyes were half-closed. Her body was moving on instinct now, her soaked panty sliding back and forth along Dev’s thick, hard cock. She could feel every inch of him through the thin, wet fabric. Her clit was swollen and sensitive, rubbing against him with every movement. She was getting dangerously close again.
And underneath the bedsheet, hidden from everyone except the two of them, Dev’s cock was throbbing against her soaked panty while his hand continued to squeeze and spread her ass, and his other hand held her neck as he kissed her deeply.
The scene showed no signs of ending soon.
“Cut!”
The word landed heavily. Dev slowly, almost reluctantly, pulled his two thick fingers out of her pussy. The sudden emptiness hit her hard. Her inner walls clenched and fluttered around nothing, a deep, throbbing ache blooming inside her. She had been right on the edge — one more firm press of his thumb against her clit, one more curl of those fingers against her sensitive spot, and she would have come undone. Instead, she was left hanging. Her pussy felt swollen, hot, and desperately needy. Every tiny movement of her hips made her walls squeeze and release, chasing a release that had been stolen from her.
A heavy wave of guilt crashed over her at the same time. Rakesh was at home right now. He trusted her. He had signed the contract for this movie because he believed it would help their family. And here she was, lying on another man’s bed with her legs still slightly spread, her panties pulled to the side, and her body still reacting to Dev’s touch. The emptiness inside her wasn’t just physical. It was mixed with shame, confusion, and a strange, restless hunger she didn’t want to acknowledge.
Dev slowly withdrew his hand from under the bedsheet. He brought his glistening fingers up to his mouth and licked them clean with deliberate, slow strokes of his tongue. He dragged his tongue along each finger, tasting her juices thoroughly, his eyes locked on her flushed face the entire time. A low, satisfied sound rumbled in his throat.
“Sweet,” he said quietly, licking the last trace from his fingers.
Padma’s face burned with embarrassment. She quickly reached under the sheet and adjusted her black panties back into place, then tugged the tight bodycon dress down to cover herself. Her hands were shaking. She couldn’t meet his gaze.
Kumar noticed the wet shine still on Dev’s fingers. A knowing smirk crossed his face. He gave Dev a slow, deliberate wink. Dev smirked back and returned the gesture, both men clearly pleased with how the scene was unfolding.
“Alright,” Kumar said, clapping his hands once. “Good work, both of you. Let’s take a short break. Change into towels for the next scene. This is the aftermath part. After the intense sex, the Principal falls asleep. Your character tries to search the house for evidence, but something falls and wakes him up. To keep him from getting suspicious, you have to distract him by making it look like you’re having sex again. You’ll both wear towels. Under the bedsheet, throw them away so it looks natural and naked on camera.”
Dev stood up and walked to the other room without another word. Once inside, he removed every piece of clothing, including his underwear. His thick cock hung heavy and semi-hard between his legs. He wrapped a white towel loosely around his waist. The fabric did little to hide the clear outline of his length.
Padma went to the makeup room. Rhea handed her a fresh white towel.
“You can change here,” Rhea said with a small, encouraging smile.
Padma kept her black lace bra and matching panty on. She didn’t want to remove them. She wrapped the towel tightly around her body, tucking it securely above her breasts. The soft fabric brushed against her still-sensitive nipples and pressed lightly against the dampness between her thighs. Even that small friction made her pussy twitch with leftover need from being edged.
When she returned to the bedroom set, Kumar was already explaining the flow of the next scene while the cameraman adjusted the lighting.
“Action.”
Dev was lying on the bed, propped up on one elbow, watching her with dark, heavy eyes. The white towel sat low on his hips. Padma took a slow, steadying breath and began walking toward him. She tried to move sensually, letting her hips sway naturally. The towel rode up slightly on her thighs with every step, exposing more of her smooth legs. Dev’s gaze followed her the entire way, drinking in the sight of her body wrapped in nothing but the thin white fabric.
When she reached the bed, she placed both her soft hands on his firm, hairy chest and gently pushed him down onto his back. Dev allowed himself to fall, his eyes never leaving her face. Padma climbed onto the bed and straddled his thighs, being careful to keep some space between their bodies. She leaned forward and kissed him.
The kiss was slow at first. Their lips met softly, pressing together. Dev’s mouth was warm and slightly demanding. He tilted his head and deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding out to trace her lower lip before pushing gently inside. Padma’s lips parted for him. Their tongues met, sliding against each other in slow, wet strokes. She could taste him clearly — a mix of warmth and something faintly masculine. A small sound escaped her throat as his tongue moved deeper, exploring her mouth with unhurried confidence.
Dev’s hands moved down to her ass over the towel. He gripped the firm, round cheeks tightly, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh through the fabric. His fingers pressed into her, pulling her just a little closer even as she tried to maintain distance. The heat of his palms seeped through the thin towel.
After several long, deep kisses, Padma reached for the bedsheet and slowly pulled it up over their lower bodies, covering them from the waist down. Inside the hidden space beneath the sheet, she reached for his towel. She still believed he was wearing underwear underneath, so she tugged it away without much thought and tossed it aside under the sheet.
She didn’t know he was completely naked.
The moment the towel was gone, she felt it — something thick, hot, and heavy pressing firmly against the soft skin of her stomach. It throbbed against her. A warm, sticky sensation spread across her navel as precum leaked from the tip and smeared into her skin.
Padma’s eyes widened slightly in confusion. Before she could pull back or say anything, Dev’s hand shot up and grabbed the back of her neck. He pulled her down and crushed his mouth against hers again, kissing her deeply and hungrily. His tongue pushed past her lips, silencing her before she could speak. He kissed her with more intensity this time, his tongue moving slowly and deliberately inside her mouth, stroking against hers.
“Kiss him back, Padma,” Kumar called out calmly. “Make it look real. Don’t hold back.”
She had no choice. She kissed him back, her mind spinning. She thought Kumar had no idea what was really happening under the bedsheet.
Dev kept one strong hand on the back of her neck, holding her in the deep kiss. His other hand slid down to her ass. Now that the towel was gone, his palm met bare skin above the thin black panty. He squeezed and caressed the soft, full cheeks, his fingers kneading and spreading them slowly. At the same time, he began grinding the thick head of his cock against her navel in slow, deliberate circles. The warm, slick precum continued to leak from the tip, coating her soft stomach and filling the small dip of her navel with sticky warmth.
Dev was lost in the sensation.
The feeling of her smooth, warm skin against his bare cock was driving him crazy. Her stomach was soft and yielding, and every tiny shift of her body made her skin slide deliciously along his thick length. He could feel the heat of her body radiating against him. He kept grinding the swollen head of his cock into her navel, pushing the tip against the soft skin and smearing more precum there. At the same time, his hand on her ass squeezed harder, fingers digging into the plush flesh, enjoying the way it filled his palm.
Padma was extremely uncomfortable. She kept waiting for Kumar to say “cut,” but the director stayed quiet, letting the scene play out. She could feel Dev’s thick cock throbbing against her stomach, hot and insistent. The sticky precum in her navel made her skin feel slick and used. Shame burned through her chest, but underneath it was something else — a growing heat low in her belly that she didn’t want to feel.
Dev’s hand on her ass moved with more purpose. He squeezed and caressed the round cheeks, sometimes spreading them apart, his fingers occasionally brushing the edge of her panty. All the while, he kept thrusting his hips upward in small, controlled movements, the head of his cock rubbing and circling inside her navel while the thick shaft pressed against her soft stomach.
“React, Padma,” Kumar instructed. “Move with him. Show that you’re into it.”
Padma hesitated for only a second before she started rocking her hips slightly, as the scene required. The moment she moved, Dev pulled her even closer against him. Her panty-covered pussy now pressed directly against the underside of his thick, hard shaft.
As she rocked up and down, her wet folds rubbed along the length of his cock through the thin black fabric. She could feel how hard he was — the thick ridge of his shaft sliding against her covered slit with every slow movement. The friction sent unwanted sparks of pleasure shooting through her.
Her body reacted almost immediately. Fresh wetness flooded her pussy. Her panties grew damper with every grind. She could feel her swollen clit rubbing against him through the soaked fabric. The sensation made her breath catch. A soft, involuntary moan escaped into Dev’s mouth.
Dev groaned quietly against her lips. He could feel the growing wetness seeping through her panty onto his cock. The heat and slickness of her pussy rubbing along his shaft felt incredible. He squeezed her ass harder, fingers digging deep into the soft flesh, and thrust his hips upward more deliberately. The head of his cock continued sliding back and forth along her covered folds, pressing against her clit with every movement.
Padma’s mind was a storm. Guilt twisted sharply in her chest — Rakesh’s face flashed in her thoughts — but her body was betraying her more with every second. The slow, deliberate rubbing of Dev’s thick cock against her panty was making her wetter and wetter. Her clit throbbed with every pass. Her inner walls clenched around nothing, still aching from being edged earlier.
She moaned again into the kiss, softer this time, her hips moving with more purpose. She pressed her pussy down against his shaft, grinding slowly. The wet fabric of her panties slid along his hot, hard length. She could feel every ridge and vein through the thin material.
Dev was in pure pleasure. Her smooth stomach against his cock, her full ass filling his hands, the growing wetness of her panty rubbing against him — it was better than he had hoped. He kept grinding the head of his cock against her navel while his shaft slid along her covered pussy, precum and her juices mixing between them under the hidden sheet.
Kumar’s voice came again, calm and encouraging.
“Very good. Keep the movement natural. Padma, let those sounds come out. It looks perfect on camera.”
Padma’s breathing had grown heavier. Her nipples were stiff and aching inside her bra. Every slow grind made her pussy clench and release, more wetness soaking into her panties. She could feel Dev’s cock throbbing against her, hot and insistent, as he continued to fuck her navel and rub along her covered slit at the same time.
The bedsheet rustled softly above them as their bodies moved together. Hidden from the camera, Dev’s thick cock was now sliding back and forth along her soaked panty. The head occasionally caught against her swollen clit, sending sharp sparks of pleasure through her. Her juices had made everything slippery. She could feel how wet she was getting — her panties clinging to her folds, the fabric growing more and more soaked with every deliberate movement.
She was getting close again. The slow, steady friction against her clit combined with the memory of being edged earlier was pushing her higher. Her moans were becoming more frequent, muffled against Dev’s mouth. Her hips moved with more urgency now, grinding her soaked panty against his thick shaft.
Dev could feel everything. He could feel how wet her panties had become. He could feel the heat of her pussy through the thin fabric. Every time she rocked against him, more of her juices coated his cock. He squeezed her ass harder and thrust upward, sliding his shaft more firmly along her covered slit.
Padma’s thighs trembled slightly. Her pussy was throbbing, clenching, desperate for more. The slow, torturous rubbing was driving her crazy. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter, her panties completely soaked now. Every movement made a faint, wet sound that only they could hear under the sheet.
And still, Kumar hadn’t said cut.
Dev kept one hand on the back of her neck, holding her in the deep kiss, while his other hand continued squeezing and caressing her ass. He ground the thick head of his cock against her navel one more time before sliding it down slightly, letting the full length of his shaft press more directly against her soaked panty. He could feel her heat. He could feel how slippery she had become.
Padma moaned louder into his mouth, her body moving on its own now. She pressed her pussy harder against his cock, rubbing herself along his thick length through her wet panties. The friction against her clit was intense. Her breathing was coming faster. She was losing herself in the sensation, her earlier guilt temporarily drowned out by the building pleasure between her legs.
Dev was rock hard beneath her. The feeling of her wet panty sliding along his cock, her soft stomach against him, her full ass in his hands — it was pushing him closer to the edge too. He thrust upward more firmly, grinding against her with more purpose while still keeping the movement looking natural for the camera.
Kumar’s voice finally came again, low and satisfied.
“Excellent. Keep going just like that. Don’t stop.”
Padma’s eyes were half-closed. Her body was moving on instinct now, her soaked panty sliding back and forth along Dev’s thick, hard cock. She could feel every inch of him through the thin, wet fabric. Her clit was swollen and sensitive, rubbing against him with every movement. She was getting dangerously close again.
And underneath the bedsheet, hidden from everyone except the two of them, Dev’s cock was throbbing against her soaked panty while his hand continued to squeeze and spread her ass, and his other hand held her neck as he kissed her deeply.
The scene showed no signs of ending soon.
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