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Foreign Temptations Ch. 02 (Preview)
🕑 Added 2024-08-02 08:53:41 +0000 UTCCassandra quietly groaned as her striking blue eyes slowly fluttered open. However, as her groggy mind began to clear, she felt an unfamiliar sensation of warmth pressing against her back. Then, she realized there was an arm draped around her waist. Her heart pounded as she recognized the unmistakable form of Raj spooning her from behind.
She lay still for a moment, panic surging through her veins. How had this happened? Cassandra sifted through her foggy memories of the night before. Her stomach sank recollecting everything that happened between her and her elderly roommate. Carefully, she turned her head to the side, catching a glimpse of Raj’s sleeping face nestled into her neck. Her cheeks flushed realizing they were both naked, the sensation of his bare skin pressing against her sent shivers down her spine.
“Augh… God dammit… What have I done…” she groaned, her voice filled with disappointment and shame. However, the warmth of his presence did soothe her since it had been so long since she experienced the intimate touch of another person.
Cassandra remained still, her mind swirling with strange feelings. She closed her eyes and the memories of her taboo, passionate night with Raj came pouring into her brain, still fresh and vivid. A heavy breath left her lips, disappointed with herself for being driven to such depravity for the sake of relieving her carnal desires. She regretted what she did, however, she also didn’t. Cassandra felt a soreness aching in her inner core, a reminder of Raj’s sheer girth, size, and sexual prowess.
She lay there, trapped in the confusion of her thoughts, the guilt mingling with an undeniable sense of satisfaction. It had been an unexpected night of pure passion, a release she hadn’t known she needed until now. Her body hummed with the afterglow of their illicit coupling and her mind was plagued by the implications.
Slowly, Cassandra removed herself from Raj’s embrace, careful not to wake him. Once free, she sat on the edge of the bed, burying her face in her hands. “The reality of her situation was sinking in, and she knew she had to make a decision. This couldn’t happen again; she had to find a way to regain control.
Removing her face from her hands, her attention gradually shifted to the side table. Her eyes widened spotting her engagement ring resting on its surface. A tsunami of guilt came crashing over her reminded of her fiance, Jason. She drew her head back and let out another heavy sigh. “Fuck…” she murmured, her voice barely a whisper.
She reached for the ring, holding it between her fingers and staring at it for a long moment. It was a symbol of her commitment to Jason, a promise she had now broken. The weight of her actions pressed down on her, making it hard to breathe. She slipped the ring back onto her fingers, the cold metal a stark reminder of her betrayal.
Cassandra anxiously tapped her heel on the floor as her mind raced to solve her debauched situation. Slowly, she began to rationalize her decisions. She recalled her recent strain in her relationship with Jason, how he only looked after his personal needs rather than hers, and attempting to guilt trip her for refraining from participating in their online sexual ventures.
Her frustration with Jason had been building for weeks. The distance, the lack of physical touch, and his constant complaints about their situation had her worn down. Cassandra remembered the countless times she had tried to satisfy him virtually, only to be left feeling empty and more isolated than ever.
Cassandra clenched her fists, her mind working to rationalize the decisions that led her to this situation in the first place. The added strain she had with Jason was only exasperated by Raj’s constant flirting and flaunting of his endowment around the apartment, causing her to feel a confusing mix of repulsion and desire.
Cassandra recalled all those intimate encounters she had with Raj. The way he always happened to grind himself against her ass and the questionable clothing choices left little to her imagination how the package he carried between his skinny, old legs. Her face heated up remembering how she caught the old man rubbing one out in the shower, and the evidence he left behind afterward. Each of these moments had chipped away at her resolve; wearing down her inhibitions little by little.
The flirtatious comments, the accidental touches, and the way he would sometimes linger too close had built up a confusing mix of feelings within her. She always thought of Raj as a harmless old man, but after what transpired, his intentions became as clear as day. Cassandra partially kicked herself for allowing Raj to have his way with her. She should have put her foot down at first notice of his advances, however, Cassandra became curious, allured by his boldness. The isolation and loneliness of being stranded in a foreign country only added to her vulnerability, making it harder for her to resist the temptation.
All these elements compiled her already building sexual tension, and the previous night was the straw that broke the camel's back. It was painfully obvious to Cassandra now that Raj wanted to get her tipsy and seduce her into giving him a blowjob.
The thought made her stomach churn. However, as Cassandra recollected the taboo moment, her chest swelled with a strange warmth and desire. The way he felt in her hands and mouth, his length, his girth, everything. It didn’t matter whether she was under the influence or not; deep down, she was allured by his juicy cock, and she liked it…
This encounter ultimately led her to his room later that night where the rest was history. Cassandra could have blamed her broken AC in her room for putting herself in that dangerous situation with a man who wanted to get into her panties. But the truth was, a part of her had wanted her to fall in his lecherous grasp, to experience having sex with an old man who was also so well-endowed; the thought of how unconventional her coupling with Raj was made her body tingle with thrilled nerves. It was so wrong, so naughty, so taboo…
Now, in the cold light of morning, Cassandra had to face the consequences of her actions. The reality of her betrayal weighed heavily on her, but mixed with that guilt was the undeniable truth of her carnal desires. Raj had fucked her better than no man could ever; not even her fiance could compare to him in size and ferocity.
Taking a deep breath she concluded that the best course of action was to keep this from Jason. “What he doesn’t know won't hurt him,” Cassandra thought, echoing Raj’s words. Her mind concluded that this was a necessary lapse of judgment to keep her from going insane in the oppressive loneliness of quarantine. She rationalized that this indulgence was a means of survival, a way to preserve her sanity in an otherwise unbearable situation.
As she stood up, Cassandra began to search for her clothes. She found her meager large shirt and panties, another reminder of her subconscious choices, of her willingness to be seduced. As she dressed, her thoughts kept returning to teh intensity of the previous night. Despite the guild, there was the undeniable pull of desire and satisfaction that she couldn’t push away. She had crossed a line, one she never thought she would, but there was no denying the carnal pleasure Raj had provided.
With her clothes back on, Cassandra glanced around the room, ensuring she hadn’t left anything behind. She couldn’t afford any more mistakes. This was only a one-time thing that would never happen again, right? As she quietly left Raj’s room, she retreated back to her room.
The gust of hot air that brushed against her as she opened her door reminded her of the inconvenience of her broken AC. “Crap…” Cassandra groaned. Although she vowed against making any more mistakes, she was unsure how she was going to survive with her room being an oven every night. She hoped that Raj would be able to fix it as soon as possible before she would be driven to sleep in his room again. She feared this last resort option since she knew where that would lead her.
Sitting on the edge of her bead, Cassandra felt the heat pressing down on her, making it difficult to think clearly. The sound of her phone pinging on her desk caused her attention to shift. She remembered she left her phone behind when she left for Raj’s room the previous night. Jason had probably been texting her nonstop.
With a sense of dread, she stood up and walked over to the desk, picking up her phone. The screen was filled with notifications, mostly from Jason. Her heart sank as she opened the messaging app and saw a string of messages he had sent.
Jason: Hey, babe, are you okay?
Jason: Helloooo, babe?
Jason: Are you hung over or something? Text back.
Jason: Can you please respond? Babe!
The messages continued, each one more frantic than the last. Cassandra’s stomach churned with guilt. She had been so caught up in her own turmoil that she had completely neglected Jason, adding another layer of betrayal to her actions.
Taking a deep breath, she typed a response.
Cassandra: Jason, I’m so sorry. I’m doing fine. I might have drank a little too much fell asleep. I guess I forgot to charge my phone so I didn’t see your messages until now. Sorry to keep you worried.”
Her fiance’s reply was almost immediate.
Jason: Thank God, you had me worried for a bit. Glad to hear you’re okay. But my, my, Cassandra having a little too much to drink? That’s something new!
Cassandra smiled weakly at his playful text, but her chest tightened with guilt. She had to keep up the charade for now, even though it pained her to lie.
Cassandra: Yeah, it was just one of those nights. I promise it won’t happen again.
Jason: There’s no worries! You were just drinking, did you enjoy yourself?
Cassandra’s fetching blue eyes widened reading his response. Her mind quickly flashed back to the lustful memories she had with Raj. Subconsciously biting her lip, she found quickly typing back.
Cassandra: Yeah, I enjoy myself. It was nice.
The moment she hit send, a wave of guilt and arousal washed over her. The stark contrast between the pleasure she had felt and the betrayal of her fiance was overwhelming. As wrong as it was lying to Jason’s face, the adrenaline coursing through her veins was thrilling.
Cassandra shook her head into focus seeing Jason text her back.
Jason: That’s good. Well, I just wanted to check on you to see if you’re okay. It’s getting late over here, so I’m kicking the bucket, goodnight, Cassandra.
Cassandra sighed, a mix of relief and guilt washing over her. She quickly typed her response.
Cassandra: Goodnight, Jason. Talk to you tomorrow, kisses.
Cassandra thought of the moment he texted her, asking if she enjoyed herself. She had no idea why he responded so quickly, so casually. His question stirred even more memories of her time with Raj, causing her loins to involuntarily clench with arousal.
Sitting there, her mind wandered back to the intense moments she shared with Raj. The way he touched her, the way he made her feel so alive and desired. She couldn't describe how she felt. Yes, she was guilty, but the mischief of her secretive activities made her pulse quicken in ways she never felt before. Some of her knew that such feelings were dangerous, but another beckoned her to continue, seeking out this newfound sensation.
As she put her phone down, Cassandra felt the radiating heat of her room bearing on her again; the sensation of her sticky skin and moist shirt caused her to groan uncomfortably. Her mind swirled with so many thoughts and emotions that she couldn't focus on anything; she was a total mess.
Cassandra took a deep breath. “One step at a time,” she muttered. Standing up, she decided a cool, refreshing shower would help ease her nerves. Removing her clothes she wrapped her towel around her body and stepped exited her room, making her way to the bathroom.
Inside, Cassandra removed her towel and stepped into the familiar tiled shower. She turned the faucet filled the unconventional bucket she had grown accustomed to with water and used the scooper to soak herself. The cool water cascaded over her body, offering a temporary respite from the oppressive heat and turmoil in her mind.
As the water flowed over her skin, Cassandra closed her eyes and tried to focus on the sensation, letting it wash away her sweat and tension. The previous night’s events weighed heavily on her, but she knew she had to keep moving forward, taking each moment as it came.
Cassandra continued her shower, lathering her body with soap, and scrubbing away the stench of sex off her skin. She kept her eyes closed, trying to meditate and clear her mind of the conflicting emotions swirling within. The cool water and rhythmic motion of her hands provided a small measure of relief, but her thoughts kept drifting to the previous night.
Cassandra was reminded of Raj’s touch as her hands traced her body. She was reminded of how good it felt having his bony, lecherous hands paw at her body. Her inhibitions sought to ward off such naughty thoughts but she simply couldn’t help it; Raj made her feel things she could never imagine.
Cassandra quietly panted as her hands drifted to her crotch, the vivid memories of their passionate fuck session flooding her senses. Her fingers trembled as they brushed against her sensitive lips, her arousal building despite the guilt gnawing at her. She bit her lip, trying to stifle a moan that threatened to escape, her mind clouded by her inherent lust.
Scooping some water, Cassandra poured it over her head, rinsing the soap away from her body. The cold embrace washed over her, mingling with the heat rising from her core. She tried to push away the thoughts of Raj, but they clung to her, insisting and unrelenting. Her fingers movies with a mind of their own, teasing and playing with her aching pussy, driven by the desire that had been ignited the night before.
For a moment, she allowed herself to give in, to feel the pleasure that had been so intoxicating. Her breaths came quicker, her body responding to her articulating fingers. “Fuck… mhmmm… Ah… Raj…” Cassandra involuntarily moaned, her voice husky and dripping with arousal. Her slender fingers sunk between her folds, massaging her inner walls and scooping out the remnants of Raj’s seed left in her.
But as the intensity built, so did the guilt, and she forced herself to stop, her hand falling to her side. Cassandra rested her hands against the tile wall ahead and leaned forward, taking deep breaths to steady herself. She couldn’t keep doing this. She needed to regain control, to find a way to reconcile her actions with her sense of self. This indulgence, however momentary, was not the solution.
“This is it,” Cassandra began, her voice determined. “It ends here. The sooner I put this behind me, the sooner I can move on from this mess…”
She stood up straighter, steeling herself against the lingering desires that threatened to pull her back into the chaos. Cassandra took another deep breath, composing herself, vowing to never make another mistake again. However, as she did her attention was caught by a familiar voice speaking to her.
“Ah, good morning beautiful! I heard you calling my name?” Raj greeted with a wide, devious grin. Cassandra’s head swiveled in his direction and she screamed, startled by his sudden appearance.
“Ah! What the hell?! Raj?? H-how did you get in here??” she urgently said, her voice a blend of confusion and apprehension. Her striking blue eyes darted up and down his form through the gap of the sliding shower door to find him wearing nothing but a towel around his skinny waist.
The old Indian man’s smile widened. “You left the door unlocked,” he chuckled, sliding the door wider, revealing more of his sexy American roommate’s nude body.
Cassandra’s heart raced, anger and panic flooding her senses. “That doesn’t mean you can just walk in here!” she snapped, trying to maintain her composure as she concealed her body with her arms.
Raj’s grin never faltered. “I apologize if I startled you, but I thought you might need some company. It seems like you’re having a rough morning. Perhaps I can help you feel better,” he said, his voice coming to a low, suggestive tone.
Cassandra’s lips parted in bewilderment at his suggestion. Her fair cheeks became beet red, searching for a way to get him out of the bathroom without causing a scene. “I’m fine, Raj. Really. I just need some time alone to think and get ready for the day.”
Raj widened the sliding door, taking a step inside, his old eyes glinting with mischief. “Are you sure? I thought we could continue where we left off last night.”
Cassandra’s body tensed at his insinuation, memories of their previous night together flashing in her mind. She shook her head, taking a step back. “No, Raj. That was a mistake. I was tipsy and stressed… I shouldn’t have done that with you. It’s not going to happen again.”
Raj’s expression shifted slightly, however, he sensed she still wanted more, she just needed some convincing. “Oh, come on, Cassandra. What we shared was special. You and I know that it was very enjoyable,” he stated, his voice firm and insistent as he fully stepped into the shower with her. Cassandra nervously tried to create more distance between them, her back pressing against the wall behind with nowhere to go.
“No… Raj… This can’t happen again. I have a fiance back home! I can’t betray him like that again. Let’s just put this behind us. I promise this won’t change anything,” Cassandra tried to reason, her voice trembling.
Raj’s eyes darkened with determination. “Cassandra, your fiance isn’t here. He doesn’t know what you need, but I do. Last night, you were alive and free, and the things you said to me, raw and real… Don’t you want to feel that way again?”
Cassandra shook her head vigorously, her eyes wide with apprehension and confusion. “No, Raj. I can’t. I love Jason. What happened between us was just a lapse of judgment. Please, leave.”
Raj took another step closer, his hand reaching out to touch her left arm. Undoing his towel, he hung it over the shower door, revealing his flaccid, dark Indian hog to her. “Cassandra, it’s okay to want more. To want me. We don’t have to stop…”
Cassandra’s eyes angled down, fixating on his juicy cock and low-hanging balls. Her breath hitched as her body naturally responded to Raj’s male presence. Her heart pounded in her chest as he guided her arm toward him. A part of her screamed at her to stop this at once, but she remained frozen, transfixed on his addicting endowment.
Before she knew it, he led her hand toward his cock, her slender fingers grazing his heat. Cassandra’s eyes narrowed and she subconsciously bit her lip feeling him again. “That’s it, Cassandra. Feel it again. Feel me. You miss this cock, don’t you?”
His words sent shivers down her spine, the forbidden thrill of the situation heightened her arousal. Her rational mind cursed at her again to pull away, but her body seemed to have a mind of its own, drawn to the heat and firmness beneath her fingertips.
The old man tugged her hand closer, her fingers reflexively wrapping around his hardening girth. “There’s no one to judge us here, Cassandra, remember? Just you and me… Everything out there doesn't matter. You need this as much as I do… This is beneficial for the both of us…” he murmured, guiding her delicate hand to stroke his stiffening cock.
Cassandra’s breath hitched, and she found herself nodding slightly, unable to tear her gaze away from his enticing manhood. The confined space seemed to close even more so around them, the air thick with sexual tension and desire. She felt her resolve weakening with each slow stroke, the line between right and wrong blurring further with each passing second.
“Raj… this is wrong… We can’t…” she whispered, though her voice lacked conviction. A familiar ache surged within her, an itch she needed to be scratched like the night before.
Raj’s smile widened, sensing her inner turmoil. “But it feels so right… You don’t have to fight it, Cassandra. You deserve to feel good, to be satisfied. He doesn’t have to know. This will be our little arrangement,” he reasoned, his breath getting heavier as she began to stroke him of her own volition.
“Augh… that’s it, stroke it…” Raj groaned, releasing his grasp from Cassandra as her hand undulated around his cock on its own. “I can’t stop thinking about all those things you said to me last night… Hmm, you’re such a tease…”
“I- was drunk… I didn’t mean that,” Cassandra murmured, her mind hazed with her rising arousal.
Raj chuckled softly. “I know when a woman is drunk, and trust me, you knew what you were saying and doing. You wanted it just as much as I did.”
Cassandra’s breath quickened, her rational thoughts slipping away as her body responded to his words and touch. Her hand continued its slow, deliberate strokes, the heat between them intensifying.
Sensing she was on the brink of succumbing to his grasp, Raj decided to take things a little further. Taking her wrist, he stopped her stroking, causing Cassandra to escape her trance and lock eyes with him. With a mischievous grin, he slowly fell to his knees and held her legs, carefully splaying them wide.
“W-what are you doing? Stop that…” Cassandra uttered, her voice weak with resolve.
Raj looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire. “Trust me, Cassandra. I’m going to give you what you need. You’re going to enjoy this,” he murmured, his breath warm against her crotch.
Cassandra’s breaths sharpened as she felt his hands on her thighs, spread her legs further apart. The cool air of the shower mingled with the heat irritating from her wettening pussy, sending shivers down her spine. Her mind screamed at her to stop, to push him away, but her body remained still, aching with carnal desire.
Raj leaned forward, his face coming close to her pussy. Cassandra bit her lip and partially closed her eyes feeling his hot breath brush against her lips. “Ah… Raj… you shouldn’t…” she whispered, but the protest in her voice was faint, almost non-existent.
He brushed his lips against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, peppering her with sensual kisses as he journeyed closer to her pussy. “Just relax, Cassandra. Let me make you feel good.”
Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, her body trembling with anticipation and fear. She wanted to resist, to regain control, but the sensation of his mouth so close to her most intimate area was too overwhelming. A soft moan escaped her lips as she felt his tongue stretch out, teasing her skin.
“Hmmm… Raj… Please…” Cassandra murmured, though even she wasn’t sure if she was begging him to stop or continue.
The old man took her silence as consent, his tongue tracing a path along her inner thigh, inching closer to her honey pot. Cassandra’s resolve crumbled further, her body arching toward him in response to the tantalizing sensations of his wet tongue.
When his mouth finally made contact with her pussy, she gasped, her hands flying to his balding head, her fingers tangling with his sparse, gray hair. The sensations of his tongue and lips were electric, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Raj’s tongue worked expertly, delving past her moist folds and exploring her sweet cunt as his hands gripped her thighs, keeping her steady.
“God… Raj… this is wrong…” Cassandra whimpered, but her body betrayed her. Her hips rocked against his wrinkled face, seeking the more exquisite pleasure he was giving her.
Raj groaned against her throbbing pussy, the vibrations adding another layer of mind-numbing sensation. “You taste so good, beautiful. I’ve been wanting to eat your pussy.”
Cassandra’s head fell back against the shower wall, the cool tile a stark contrast to the heat building within her. She was lost in the pleasure, her guilt slowly fading away with each skillful menstruation from Raj. Her moans grew louder, echoing off the bathroom walls, her body trembling as she drew to the edge.
“Fuck… Hmmm, Raj… Ohhh… ah…” she panted, succumbing to the taboo pleasure, her grip on his head tightening.
Raj savored his sweet nectar, eagerly extracting her juices from her wet pussy like he was an anteater. His lips worked diligently, sensually kissing and grazing her sensitive lips and clit, eliciting heavier moans from her. Increasing his efforts, his fellatio intensified and he began to curl his tongue up into her G-spot.
Cassandra’s fetching blue eyes shot open feeling a shock of pleasure strike her. She let out a guttural moan as she reflexively stood on her toes. She tugged his face deeper into her pussy, firmly pressing him against her.
“Raj… oh God.. don’t stop…” she gasped, her body shuddering with the overwhelming sensations. Her hips rocked against his face, threatening to suffocate the old man, however this didn’t deter him. Upping the ante, Raj took her left leg and mounted it over his shoulder with surprising strength and finesse, allowing him more leverage and easier access to her sweet, American pussy.
The new angle added to the already intense sensations, sending jolts of pleasure through Cassandra’s nerves. She let out a deep, throaty moan, her right head releasing Raj’s head to grip the shower rail for support. Raj’s tongue delved deeper, his lips and teeth teasing her clit with practiced precision.
“Yes… ouhhh… Right there, Raj…” she panted, her voice a mix of desperation and ecstasy. Her leg that remained standing shook with increasing ferocity as she felt herself nearing her impending orgasm. Her body tightened, every nerve ending alight with searing pleasure.
Raj groaned against her feeling her pussy quivering and tightening against his lips and tongue. His bony hands gripped her thighs firmly, holding her steady as he continued his relentless assault on her aching slit. Her body tensed against his hold, her moans growing louder and more urgent.
“Raj… I’m… I’m going to… You’re going to make me…” Cassandra’s voice trailed off into a series of breathless gasps as her orgasm built to a crescendo. The world around her seemed to blur, her entire being focused on the intense pleasure radiating from her core.
With one final, expert curl of his tongue, Raj pushed her over the brink. Cassandra cried out, her body convulsing with the force of her climax. She clung to him, her fingers digging into his scalp as she rode out the waves of ecstasy.
Raj’s old eyes widened as he was flooded with her sweet nectar. The old man eagerly gulped her essence as she shuddered violently against his grasp. He sunk his fingers into her soft thighs, fighting to keep her still as she moaned loudly.
“AHHHHH! FUCKKK!” Cassandra squealed. Her blue orbs rolled behind her skull and her toes clenched tightly.
Raj continued to work his tongue, prolonging her orgasm and savoring every moment of her release. Cassandra’s body quivered heavily in waves, her supporting leg barely able to hold under her as the potent pleasure melted her brain. She clung to him, her breaths coming in ragged gasps.
As her climax began to subside, Cassandra’s grip on Raj’s head loosened, her body slowly relaxing. She panted heavily, her mind reeling from the overwhelming sensations and the weight of her relapse into depravity. She leaned back against the shower wall, trying to steady herself.
Raj pulled back, his aged face glistening with her slimy goodness. He looked up at her, a satisfied grin on his lips. “How was that, Cassandra? Feel better?” he playfully asked, unmounting her leg from his shoulder.
Cassandra’s brain was fogged with lust and utter satisfaction. Before she processed what happened, she involuntarily replied, “Yes… that was good…” Her inhibitions were thoroughly eroded and her raw desires.
Not wanting to allow Cassandra to gather herself, he quickly rose to his feet. Taking her her chin, he pulled her into a deep, sloppy kiss. Their lips intertwined and their tongues twirled passionately. Cassandra’s body involuntarily responded to his advances and returned the favor.
She moaned softly between his lips, tasting her flavor laced in his saliva. The intensity of their kiss grew, Raj’s hands roaming over her wet, trembling body. Her own hands found their way to his chest, feeling the rough texture of his skin.
Cassandra fell deeper into the lust, her voice of reason becoming drowned by the potent allure of her insatiable desires, a primal need she couldn’t ignore. She clung to him, her body craving the forbidden pleasure he offered. Her moans became more urgent, her hips pressing against him, seeking more.
Raj broke the kiss, his breath heavy and hot against her face. “I can give you more, Cassandra. I can make you feel things you’ve never felt before,” he whispered, his voice a low, seductive rumble.
Her resolve wavered, the logical part of her mind drowned by the powerful need that consumed her. She knew she should stop, that this was a betrayal of Jason, but the desire was too strong, and the pleasure was too addicting.
“All day, every day. Just you and me, Cassandra. Just forget about everything outside. That will only serve to distract you,” Raj continued, his hands roaming onto her ass, giving her plush cheeks sensual squeezes.
Cassandra’s breath shallowed, her body arching to his touch. The forbidden thrill, the intoxicating pleasure, it was all too much. She found herself slightly nodding in agreement, her body betraying her as she pressed closer to him.
“Raj… I…” she stammered, her voice barely a whisper.
“Shhh, Raj soothed, his lips brushing against her lips. “Just let go… Let me take care of you…”
At that moment, Cassandra’s eyes widened feeling a familiar, stiff prod her crotched. She quickly glanced down to find his erect cock pressing against her. His hands slid down her back, gripping the curves of her hips firmly, pulling her even closer. The air in the shower became humid with the heat irritating their bodies, creating a steamy, electrifying atmosphere. Cassandra felt herself slipping further into the abyss of desire, the line between right and wrong blurring with every touch.
Raj’s mouth found hers again, their kiss deep and passionate. Her hands moved to his shoulders, clutching him desperately as she surrendered to his lecherous grasp. The guilt and the conflict faded away, leaving only the raw, urgent need to be filled, to be taken.
“All day, every day,” he repeated, his voice a low growl. “Just you and me…”
Comments
RCH
Excellent! Yes more! Would like Cassandra to have a reflective moment after the next round alone. Given Raj's size and volume of spend what kinda damage is she witnessing!
Me
YES! More more more
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