She twitched, feeling his fingers touch her. And who is this boy?”, asked Bikram. Rani got up from the bed and moved to Bikram, pulling open the tape. Still breathing heavily, he kissed her, easing her lips open to find her tongue. His eyes were closed as he worked on her, indulging in the incredible experience that it was. She climbed into his lap, kissing him hard, her lips parting his, tongue immediately darting into his mouth to find his. And who is this boy?”, asked Bikram. Rani was wearing a top and a skirt, her hair in a bun. She screamed, a kaleidoscope of colors flashing in her eyes as her vision swam a little. With a glint of malice in his eyes, Karan whispered “Have fun watching this, Bikram. He felt sickened, but was unable to ignore the fact that she was painfully gorgeous…her naked body glistening with sweat, each inch of her body more voluptuous than the last.
