Aryan’s head whipped up, his eyes flashing with hope. If she hears us, she’ll just play innocent, Asmita thought, her jaw tightening.By 8:30 PM, the living room felt like a pressure cooker. Xhamster Desi Asmita, two years older, chewed her nails, her short, curly hair brushing her shoulders as she stared at the empty doorway, her brows furrowed tight. “Enough!” he bellowed, his voice shaking the garage. She twisted the knob, water bubbling up warm and steamy. The warmth made her horny again, her hand slipping down. She looked around—the room was huge, gorgeous, with silk curtains and a massive bed. Why not? she thought, frustration burning her chest. She’d imagined a better life with Rajesh, a rich businessman—her parents had sold her on it. Her fingers worked her clit, her hips bucking. Aryan’s jaw hit the floor. In her 30s and married, Anita’s round face glowed under the warm light, her expression calm—too calm. Then—a sharp honk sliced through the silence. She’d been so close, and now—nothing.
