Nefesim vücuduna durduğunda - ofis, yağmur ve ıslak nefesi... Sonra elini gömleğin düğmesine koydu

Mumbai's rainy night, office silence and late night overtime bodies - Aarav (28) and Naira (24). Outside, raindrops were singing, inside the cool air of the air conditioner was creating mist on the glass. Her gaze met in the half-extinguished lights and the blue glow of the computer screen and could not stop. A mug of coffee, the touch of Her fingers, and then the same touch slowly ignited a fire between them. Naira's breath was hot, Aarav's palms on her waist - her thighs shuddered at every touch. A light first kiss on the lips and then a growing desire brought them closer. In the quiet corridors of the office, they lived each other's desire with just consent and slowness. The kissing on the breast, the stopping of fingers on the thighs, the grasping of her hand slowly on Aarav's that private part—all in such a steady rhythm that every moment there was a new moan, a new pleasure. It was a secretive, slow, and extremely sensual melody, echoing with their breath amid the rain all night.