My heart sinks, the familiar mix of dread and anticipation swirling in my chest. I whimper softly, my body still trembling with aftershocks of pleasure. Indian Sex He chuckles softly, his eyes fixed on me. As I stand under the warm cascade of water, the handheld showerhead catches my eye. I cry out, arching my back in response to the pain. Master’s hand trails lower, his fingers tracing along my inner thigh, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I moan loudly, my body trembling with pleasure. The bed creaks beneath us, our bodies moving in perfect sync. He smiles, a wicked glint in his eyes. He groans softly, his hands gripping my hips as he delves deeper. He stands up, his muscles rippling beneath his skin. The water hits my skin, a teasing caress that only intensifies my longing. I pause the game, the sudden silence a stark contrast to the constant hum between my legs. He chuckles softly. “I’ve seen how much you want me.” He leans in close, his lips brushing against mine as he speaks. He runs it gently along my inner thigh, causing me to shiver. “Good thing there is a shower in here,” I say aloud to myself.
