He was older. Divorced. Hot.
Had abs that could make a saree fall off-And I wanted him to take my virginity while I was wearing one.
He used to tutor me in maths-strict, sharp, and so damn serious.
But now, all I could think about was how his hands would feel on my waist, how his mouth would taste on my skin.
I lifted my saree. Pulled up my underskirt. His mouth dropped when he saw my bald, dripping pussy.
"Sohini," he moaned-his voice nothing like the one that used to explain equations.
It sounded like need.
Like hunger.
Like he was about to ruin me.
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