Pranali is kneeling on the bed, knees apart, hands resting on her thighs. She is patiently waiting on harshad to come to her. She is already wet with the anticipation of waiting for harshad. When harshad finally stroll into the room, her breath catches. Harshad is wearing the strapon that they recently bought. Her soul cries out to be touched by him, to be owned by him. Pranali know harshad can see the hunger in her eyes as she watch him walk into the room. Harshad stop and gaze lustily up and down her body. He know she is his. He just watch her for a few seconds, drawing out the anticipation even more.