Amulya was breathing heavily, with her heart blasting out. Hindi sex Sir.”Before reading the reply, her Boss goes offline. She gets freshened up and walks to the kitchen, clutching her phone. Amulya locks her eyes with the Boss while serving rice on his plate. The Boss holds her hand to stop her from filling more food onto his plate.Her Boss’s eyes check around the table, and his hand reaches closer to her navel. Amulya drags the kid’s chair closer to her to avoid noticing the knee rubbing. I want you now. I want you now. Amulya’s corrupt mind was simulating multiple ways her Boss would avenge her dry pussy. I want you in the same yellow saree. The calming and thrilling satisfaction about her being able to tame her Boss had vanished.She scrolls through the messages; the last one from her Boss was at 3 P.M when she slept.
