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A modern interactive Indian erotic short story 💄 Choose how your desire unfolds... ~ “I’m not letting you sleep tonight, Kriti…!” Ravi hugged me from the back as we returned from a cousin’s wedding, late at night. We were both slightly drunk, and in a great mood. I was feeling flimsy, and light. I unpinned my pallu . My hands moved up to his cheek as he nuzzled my neck, inhaling the night that had been, and that it promised to be. “Mhhhhh…” Ravi licked the side of my neck. “

A modern Indian interactive erotic short story 💄

I smiled as an idea ran through my mind.

While giving a blowjob, I am pretty much in my own world, thoroughly enjoying myself.

I felt the cool railing in my palms, as I felt the breeze all over my breasts, and stomach.

A modern Indian erotic short story 💄 ~ Some mornings, Ravi and I find it hard to leave the bed. Like a couple of days ago.

“Ahhh… you’re so wet already…Kritiii…” Ravi’s fingers slid between my folds to find me soaked.

My head vanished below our blanket just as fast as he had done. I was eager to wrap my lips around his cock. It awaited me, standing tall and pink.

We stopped moving suddenly.

We separated faster than a millisecond, both of us pretending to do god knows what with the air in front of us on the countertop, our backs to her.

Ravi’s cock slided in me in one swift motion.

I watched Ravi, my husband, shut the car boot door. The crisp, cold air smelled of the fresh long weekend that lay ahead promising us a relaxing getaway. Ravi and I promised each other lots of sex, and then laughed.

An interactive erotic story. Choose how your desire unfolds 💋

An interactive erotic story. Choose how your desire unfolds 💋

An interactive erotic story. Choose how your desire unfolds 💋

An interactive erotic story. Choose how your desire unfolds 💋

An interactive erotic story. Choose how your desire unfolds 💋

An interactive erotic story. Choose how your desire unfolds 💋

I was naked in bed, with my left hand squeezing my breast tightly and my right hand firmly gripping my black vibrator pressed against my clitoris.

I’m sure my cheeks were still flushed, hair still ruffled, from the erotic impressions.

“We’re never going to make it past the living room.” I thought as I sprinted towards the main door.