1 hour ago
"One last thing..." began Rakesh.
"Oh, come on!" said Laila with a frustrated sigh. "You said all I had to do was show you my... what I normally show you! You're going back on the deal!"
"Not at all," said Rakesh smoothly, clearly unfazed by Laila's outburst. "I'm about to show you my cock right now. It's just about how I want to show you. I want you to get down on your knees."
Laila blushed heavily. "Don't fucking joke about that, Rakesh," she said in a wavering voice, her thigh rubbing and fidgeting becoming even more noticeable.
"Who's joking? I mean, you can make all the excuses you want, but it's clear by this point that you enjoy the sight of my cock. Don't you want the chance to see it... close up? We both know that you'd enjoy it."
Sharath pumped his fist rapidly up and down his cock. Part of him screamed at Laila to reject the ridiculous, demeaning request. But another part of him wanted to see her do it. To kneel in front of the man she hated. To get up close and personal with the cock that had broken her pride. That was the part of him that was feeding the poisonous, jealous, insecure lust that was pumping through his veins and radiating outward from his stiff, slippery cock.
But he somehow knew that Rakesh wasn't going to be the one who lost here. He wasn't surprised when Laila, eyes downcast with shame, slowly dropped to her knees, still bottomless, silently giving in and placing herself beneath the man she used to look down on.
There was the loud sound of a zipper, and Rakesh stepped forward into Laila's personal space, making her look up with an expression of mixed intimidation and arousal.
Rakesh's cock bobbed into the frame, stiff, veiny, and fucking massive. Obscenely, it wasn't censored at all, visible in all of its masculine glory. Sharath, shamefully, couldn't help but compare it and the cock he was currently fucking his fist with. First and foremost, Rakesh's was bigger. Not just longer, but thicker too. Sharath wasn't naive enough to think that big dicks were essential, or even necessarily superior to more reasonably-sized penises. But Rakesh's manhood had a certain aura of power to it, and it was obvious that it was affecting Laila. She stared up at Rakesh's cock in awe, her mouth falling open lightly in an expression of naked need. Sharath couldn't see her eyes behind the black bar, but it didn't take a genius to tell that Laila's gaze was laser-focused on the throbbing dick in front of her eyes. She licked her lips as Rakesh's cock towered over her, and in that moment, Sharath knew that it would never be possible for him to inspire that kind of worshipful gaze from a woman.
"Don't be shy, Laila," said Rakesh smugly. "This is your chance to really get to know your new obsession." Then, without warning, he leaned forward and laid his hot, pulsing cock across Laila's blushing face, drawing a shocked gasp from her glossy lips. "R-Rakesh, what the fuck!" she whimpered. But she didn't shy back from the thick, veiny cock pressed against her face. "You can't just... You can't fucking touch me with that!"
"So fucking push me back," said Rakesh flatly. His hand reached into frame and gripped his cock, insultingly using it to gently slap Laila's cheeks. "Or move away. Or do fucking anything to stop me from rubbing my cock all over your pretty face." But she didn't. Laila just groaned in tortured arousal and slipped her hand down between her thighs to touch herself as Rakesh arrogantly rubbed his cock all over her face.
"Oh, come on!" said Laila with a frustrated sigh. "You said all I had to do was show you my... what I normally show you! You're going back on the deal!"
"Not at all," said Rakesh smoothly, clearly unfazed by Laila's outburst. "I'm about to show you my cock right now. It's just about how I want to show you. I want you to get down on your knees."
Laila blushed heavily. "Don't fucking joke about that, Rakesh," she said in a wavering voice, her thigh rubbing and fidgeting becoming even more noticeable.
"Who's joking? I mean, you can make all the excuses you want, but it's clear by this point that you enjoy the sight of my cock. Don't you want the chance to see it... close up? We both know that you'd enjoy it."
Sharath pumped his fist rapidly up and down his cock. Part of him screamed at Laila to reject the ridiculous, demeaning request. But another part of him wanted to see her do it. To kneel in front of the man she hated. To get up close and personal with the cock that had broken her pride. That was the part of him that was feeding the poisonous, jealous, insecure lust that was pumping through his veins and radiating outward from his stiff, slippery cock.
But he somehow knew that Rakesh wasn't going to be the one who lost here. He wasn't surprised when Laila, eyes downcast with shame, slowly dropped to her knees, still bottomless, silently giving in and placing herself beneath the man she used to look down on.
There was the loud sound of a zipper, and Rakesh stepped forward into Laila's personal space, making her look up with an expression of mixed intimidation and arousal.
Rakesh's cock bobbed into the frame, stiff, veiny, and fucking massive. Obscenely, it wasn't censored at all, visible in all of its masculine glory. Sharath, shamefully, couldn't help but compare it and the cock he was currently fucking his fist with. First and foremost, Rakesh's was bigger. Not just longer, but thicker too. Sharath wasn't naive enough to think that big dicks were essential, or even necessarily superior to more reasonably-sized penises. But Rakesh's manhood had a certain aura of power to it, and it was obvious that it was affecting Laila. She stared up at Rakesh's cock in awe, her mouth falling open lightly in an expression of naked need. Sharath couldn't see her eyes behind the black bar, but it didn't take a genius to tell that Laila's gaze was laser-focused on the throbbing dick in front of her eyes. She licked her lips as Rakesh's cock towered over her, and in that moment, Sharath knew that it would never be possible for him to inspire that kind of worshipful gaze from a woman.
"Don't be shy, Laila," said Rakesh smugly. "This is your chance to really get to know your new obsession." Then, without warning, he leaned forward and laid his hot, pulsing cock across Laila's blushing face, drawing a shocked gasp from her glossy lips. "R-Rakesh, what the fuck!" she whimpered. But she didn't shy back from the thick, veiny cock pressed against her face. "You can't just... You can't fucking touch me with that!"
"So fucking push me back," said Rakesh flatly. His hand reached into frame and gripped his cock, insultingly using it to gently slap Laila's cheeks. "Or move away. Or do fucking anything to stop me from rubbing my cock all over your pretty face." But she didn't. Laila just groaned in tortured arousal and slipped her hand down between her thighs to touch herself as Rakesh arrogantly rubbed his cock all over her face.