Every step was full of torment. Indra had to endure the burning desire as his body pressed against Malika's skin. Instantly his male desire rose dramatically and made him feel a strange and tingling sensation that it didn't even taste like when he was doing mischief with Nissa, his former lover.
"Malika, wake up! If I keep touching you like this, I'll lose control! Malika, my goodness!" Indra kept trying to wake her up by shaking Malika's body a little which he was currently holding.
Malika just squirmed and her movements only added to the impulse of Indra's desire to rise when his chest was rubbed against Malika's pair of sensitive soft objects. Even though it was clothed with clothes, it didn't stop the dirty thoughts that came to Indra's mind.
