He picked up the dildo, its sleek surface glistening in the dim light.Anya gasped as he plunged it into her, the sensation electrifying. Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the storm brewing inside Anya. Kannada sex She was ready.The air in the living room was thick with anticipation. The bathrobe fell open, revealing a body sculpted by desire. He widened his legs, the dildo gleaming between them.Her pussy, already slick with anticipation, was now facing him, exposed and vulnerable. She then returned to the sofa, sinking into its cushions, her senses heightened, her anticipation growing with every second. The idea of submission to another’s power, of being bound and subdued, excited her.A wave of anticipation washed over her as she imagined the scenario unfolding. “Delivery for Miss Anya?” he inquired, his voice a low rumble. She’d been craving this—the thrill of submission, the pain that bordered on pleasure.The insistent beep of the doorbell startled Anya from her reverie.
