donewiththisplatform
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I've been talking to Aryan for quite some time now. His approachable personality, smoldering eyes, and the way he gets flirty with me, had my heart racing every time he walked into the office. But it was during the office pooja, amidst the chanting of mantras and the aroma of incense, that he decided to make his move on me... @Aryan_26mumbai boy you're really nasty!
The office was filled with the scent of sandalwood, the air heavy with anticipation. I watched as Aryan, engrossed in the ceremony, lit the diya, his fingers brushing against the wick, a small spark igniting between us. I moved closer, my heart pounding in my chest, my body humming with desire, that spark of lust!
"Aryan," I whispered, my voice barely audible above the chanting. He turned to look at me, his eyes widening in surprise. I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against his ear. "I want you," I murmured, my breath hot against his skin.
Aryan turned to face me, his body mere inches from mine. "Pranali," he growled, his voice low and husky. "You're playing with fire."
I smirked, my fingers tracing the outline of his collar. "I know," I said, my voice dripping with lust. "But I've been burning for you for far too long." Afterall, we had to get physical someday, right?
With a groan, Aryan pulled me towards him, his lips crashing against mine. His hands roamed my body, squeezing my breasts, his fingers teasing my perky nipples through the thin fabric of my blouse. I moaned into his mouth, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
(This is what I was wearing that day)
We stumbled towards the empty conference room, our bodies entwined, our lips locked in a passionate kiss. Aryan kicked the door shut, his hands already working on the buttons of my blouse. I gasped as he pulled it off, my breasts spilling out of my bra, my nipples hard and aching for his touch.
Aryan's fingers trailed down my body, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He knelt before me, his hands on my hips, his lips brushing against the lace of my panties. "Fuck, Pranali," he groaned, his breath hot against my pussy. "You're so wet."
I moaned, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. "Yes," I hissed, my hips bucking against his face. "Make me come, Aryan." He kept touching my body, my skin! It felt so tingly, uff!
Aryan's tongue flicked against my clit, his fingers sliding inside me, filling me, stretching me. I should have known that he loves licking. I moaned, my body trembling with pleasure, my orgasm building with each stroke of his tongue, each thrust of his fingers. He made me wetter and horny for him. Damn!
With a cry, I came, my body convulsing, my pussy clenching around his fingers. Aryan stood up, his lips curling into a smirk. "You taste so fucking good," he growled, his fingers still inside me.
I gasped, my body still trembling with aftershocks. "Your turn," I said, my voice husky with desire. I knelt before him, my hands on his belt, my fingers fumbling with the buckle. He squeezed my boobs with both his hands and sucked on my nipples so passionately.
Aryan groaned as I pulled his pants down, his cock springing free, hard and thick. I wrapped my hand around it, my fingers barely able to touch, my thumb brushing against the head. "Fuck, Pranali," he groaned, his hips bucking against my hand. His dick was thick!
I smirked, my lips curling into a wicked grin. "You like that, don't you?" I said, my voice dripping with lust. I leaned forward, my tongue flicking against the head of his cock, tasting the saltiness of his precum.
Aryan groaned, his hands tangling in my hair, pulling me closer. "Fuck, yes," he hissed, his hips bucking against my mouth. I took him deeper, my lips stretching around his cock, my tongue swirling around the head of his dick. So tempting.
With a groan, Aryan came, his cum filling my mouth, spilling down my chin. I swallowed, my lips curling into a satisfied smirk. "That was amazing," I said, my voice husky with desire. He anyway doesn't like using condoms!
Aryan grinned, pulling me up for a kiss. "You're amazing," he said, his lips brushing against mine. I smiled, my heart racing with excitement. I had finally had my way with Aryan, and it was everything I had imagined it would be.
And as we straightened our clothes and stepped out of the conference room, I couldn't help but think that this was just the beginning of our office romance. The thought sent a shiver down my spine, my body humming with anticipation. I couldn't wait to see what the future held for us.
What you think?
The office was filled with the scent of sandalwood, the air heavy with anticipation. I watched as Aryan, engrossed in the ceremony, lit the diya, his fingers brushing against the wick, a small spark igniting between us. I moved closer, my heart pounding in my chest, my body humming with desire, that spark of lust!
"Aryan," I whispered, my voice barely audible above the chanting. He turned to look at me, his eyes widening in surprise. I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against his ear. "I want you," I murmured, my breath hot against his skin.
Aryan turned to face me, his body mere inches from mine. "Pranali," he growled, his voice low and husky. "You're playing with fire."
I smirked, my fingers tracing the outline of his collar. "I know," I said, my voice dripping with lust. "But I've been burning for you for far too long." Afterall, we had to get physical someday, right?
With a groan, Aryan pulled me towards him, his lips crashing against mine. His hands roamed my body, squeezing my breasts, his fingers teasing my perky nipples through the thin fabric of my blouse. I moaned into his mouth, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
(This is what I was wearing that day)
We stumbled towards the empty conference room, our bodies entwined, our lips locked in a passionate kiss. Aryan kicked the door shut, his hands already working on the buttons of my blouse. I gasped as he pulled it off, my breasts spilling out of my bra, my nipples hard and aching for his touch.
Aryan's fingers trailed down my body, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He knelt before me, his hands on my hips, his lips brushing against the lace of my panties. "Fuck, Pranali," he groaned, his breath hot against my pussy. "You're so wet."
I moaned, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. "Yes," I hissed, my hips bucking against his face. "Make me come, Aryan." He kept touching my body, my skin! It felt so tingly, uff!
Aryan's tongue flicked against my clit, his fingers sliding inside me, filling me, stretching me. I should have known that he loves licking. I moaned, my body trembling with pleasure, my orgasm building with each stroke of his tongue, each thrust of his fingers. He made me wetter and horny for him. Damn!
With a cry, I came, my body convulsing, my pussy clenching around his fingers. Aryan stood up, his lips curling into a smirk. "You taste so fucking good," he growled, his fingers still inside me.
I gasped, my body still trembling with aftershocks. "Your turn," I said, my voice husky with desire. I knelt before him, my hands on his belt, my fingers fumbling with the buckle. He squeezed my boobs with both his hands and sucked on my nipples so passionately.
Aryan groaned as I pulled his pants down, his cock springing free, hard and thick. I wrapped my hand around it, my fingers barely able to touch, my thumb brushing against the head. "Fuck, Pranali," he groaned, his hips bucking against my hand. His dick was thick!
I smirked, my lips curling into a wicked grin. "You like that, don't you?" I said, my voice dripping with lust. I leaned forward, my tongue flicking against the head of his cock, tasting the saltiness of his precum.
Aryan groaned, his hands tangling in my hair, pulling me closer. "Fuck, yes," he hissed, his hips bucking against my mouth. I took him deeper, my lips stretching around his cock, my tongue swirling around the head of his dick. So tempting.
With a groan, Aryan came, his cum filling my mouth, spilling down my chin. I swallowed, my lips curling into a satisfied smirk. "That was amazing," I said, my voice husky with desire. He anyway doesn't like using condoms!
Aryan grinned, pulling me up for a kiss. "You're amazing," he said, his lips brushing against mine. I smiled, my heart racing with excitement. I had finally had my way with Aryan, and it was everything I had imagined it would be.
And as we straightened our clothes and stepped out of the conference room, I couldn't help but think that this was just the beginning of our office romance. The thought sent a shiver down my spine, my body humming with anticipation. I couldn't wait to see what the future held for us.
What you think?
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