"Oh! Fuck Please Vi..r..a..j more"....

Listening her Voice he whispered in her ears while his finger still moving inside her.

"Don't!Make it hard for me...wanna You will not be able to walk for week."

His voice was husky, yet it carried a quiet promise of intensity; his eyes were dark, she was not able to understand it's because of lust or something else..

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And then she walked inside ...but not alone. Someone followed closely behind her.

Seeing them together, Arohi bhabhi frowned slightly and asked, “Who is he?”

She looked straight ahead and replied, “My fiancée.”

For a moment, everything around me went silent. I stood there, completely shocked.

.She is the same girl… the one who was begging me for more just yesterday and today, she stands here, introducing someone else as her fiancé.

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“You know I hate you… then why are you doing this?”

He didn’t answer immediately. He just looked at her-really looked at her, as if trying to read every unspoken word behind her eyes. Then, in a calm, almost unreadable cold voice, he replied,

“I want the same… keep hating me and I hate you too.”

And with that, he walked out.

She stood there, completely lost, unable to understand this man at all.

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Troopes

☆Contract Marriage

☆Enemies To Lovers.

☆Touch her or die

☆Enemies with Benefit.

☆Hate to Love.

☆Breast Kink.

☆Possessive Hero

☆Single Father Of Zihan Singh Rathore