Their was complete silence outside. Harshad got a call from his staff The crew wrapped up their things and director ajay, photographer Vipin and all the other makeup artist left. Only Harshad and karishma was remaining in the vanity van. Inside the Vanity the air was thick and heavy, steeped in the scent of their sweat, his cum, and her utter submission. Karishma’s body was a hollowed-out shell, trembling from the aftershocks of the orgasm he had ripped from her. Harshad’s hands, still possessively gripping her thighs, felt like brands.

He didn’t let karishma move from his lap. His semi-hard cock was still nestled inside her, a constant, pulsing reminder of his ownership. He shifted beneath her, his dark eyes, glinting with a fresh, cruel idea, scanning her tear-streaked face.