The master suite was a monument to cold luxury. Karishma stumbled inside, her body still dripping, her ass throbbing with a deep, used ache. Harshad closed the door with a soft, final click. He didn’t speak. He just watched her shiver in the center of the room, his eyes cataloging every tremor, every streak of his cum now drying on her thighs.
“The bed,” he said, his voice calm, almost conversational.
















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