Naysa’s fingers were like iron bands around Rishabh’s wrist. With a violent, possessive yank, she pulled him off the bed, sending him stumbling.
“Get the fuck over here, Rishabh,” she commanded, her voice a low, dangerous purr. She fell back onto the plush carpet, her blazing eyes locked on his. Her legs spread wide, revealing her slick, glistening pussy. “Right here. Right now. I want you to fuck me so hard the bitch on the bed forgets her own name.”
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