“Khadi ho.” Stand.
I couldn’t. He held me upright anyway, one arm around my waist. His hand slid down to cup my cunt—possessive, assessing. Two fingers pushed inside me. I clenched around them, a helpless reflex.

“Khadi ho.” Stand.
I couldn’t. He held me upright anyway, one arm around my waist. His hand slid down to cup my cunt—possessive, assessing. Two fingers pushed inside me. I clenched around them, a helpless reflex.

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