06-11-2026, 05:05 PM
The guide told the half dozen men entering the sauna that they could choose to keep or remove their robes.
Sharath chose to keep his on, but Rakesh instantly whipped his robe off without a care in the world as he plopped down onto one of the wooden benches.
It felt like a power move, and Sharath instantly wondered if maybe he should have removed his robe as well. He couldn't now, obviously. It would look like he was trying to copy Rakesh.
He tried hard not to look at what Rakesh was packing between his legs, but, well, it was extremely... present. Rakesh cock swung thick and long between his legs even when soft, radiating the dormant power of an elephant's trunk. Even with the briefest glance before his eyes flicked away, Sharath knew immediately why Rakesh had no problem whipping off his towel. He might not measure up in looks to the rest of the guys in the room, but he had nothing to be ashamed of beneath that robe.
"So!" said Rakesh, slapping the bench next to him to indicate that Sharath should have a seat. "Let's talk. I'm sure you're eager for a little progress update on our bet."
Sharath sat gingerly as Rakesh lounged back, his piggy eyes gleaming with smug assurance, his thick cock hanging long and soft between his spread legs. "No. I don't really have any interest in..." protested Sharath.
Rakesh cut him off with a snicker. "Really? You aren't curious about how close I am to claiming your wife's sweet pussy? Well, buddy, I really shouldn't be giving away free info to the enemy, but the answer is closer than you think."
Sharath flushed red in the hot, steamy air. This bastard was so cocky. He remembered again why he had made this stupid bet in the first place. It would be so satisfying when Rakesh lost. He couldn't just let Rakesh taunt him and Kusha like this. "Not from what I've seen," he fired back angrily. "Kusha hates you even worse than she did when you started! You're moving backward, dumbass."
Rakesh just shook his head with a pitying look. "Is that what it looks like to you? G0d, sometimes I wonder how you landed a fortune like Kusha. You're lucky she likes Betas, dude."
Sharath was so stunned that he couldn't even respond to the open insult before Rakesh continued. "I mean, the proof is in the pudding, bud. I used the exact same method to claim the pussy you weren't man enough to win. Remember, Laila used to hate me too."
Sharath chose to keep his on, but Rakesh instantly whipped his robe off without a care in the world as he plopped down onto one of the wooden benches.
It felt like a power move, and Sharath instantly wondered if maybe he should have removed his robe as well. He couldn't now, obviously. It would look like he was trying to copy Rakesh.
He tried hard not to look at what Rakesh was packing between his legs, but, well, it was extremely... present. Rakesh cock swung thick and long between his legs even when soft, radiating the dormant power of an elephant's trunk. Even with the briefest glance before his eyes flicked away, Sharath knew immediately why Rakesh had no problem whipping off his towel. He might not measure up in looks to the rest of the guys in the room, but he had nothing to be ashamed of beneath that robe.
"So!" said Rakesh, slapping the bench next to him to indicate that Sharath should have a seat. "Let's talk. I'm sure you're eager for a little progress update on our bet."
Sharath sat gingerly as Rakesh lounged back, his piggy eyes gleaming with smug assurance, his thick cock hanging long and soft between his spread legs. "No. I don't really have any interest in..." protested Sharath.
Rakesh cut him off with a snicker. "Really? You aren't curious about how close I am to claiming your wife's sweet pussy? Well, buddy, I really shouldn't be giving away free info to the enemy, but the answer is closer than you think."
Sharath flushed red in the hot, steamy air. This bastard was so cocky. He remembered again why he had made this stupid bet in the first place. It would be so satisfying when Rakesh lost. He couldn't just let Rakesh taunt him and Kusha like this. "Not from what I've seen," he fired back angrily. "Kusha hates you even worse than she did when you started! You're moving backward, dumbass."
Rakesh just shook his head with a pitying look. "Is that what it looks like to you? G0d, sometimes I wonder how you landed a fortune like Kusha. You're lucky she likes Betas, dude."
Sharath was so stunned that he couldn't even respond to the open insult before Rakesh continued. "I mean, the proof is in the pudding, bud. I used the exact same method to claim the pussy you weren't man enough to win. Remember, Laila used to hate me too."

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