I sat at the living room table that evening, staring at the TV without really seeing them. My mind kept drifting, pulling me back into flashes that made my thighs press together under my saree.
One moment I was reaching for the remote, the next I saw myself bent over Rohan's desk while Aayan pulled my hair hard, snapping my head back as his cock slammed into me from behind. My scalp burned from his grip, but my pussy clenched around him every time he pulled tighter.
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