Niskha, her lithe form adorned in the act of dressing, cast a mischievous glance towards Silon.
He sat perched upon the desk, a torn trouser clutched in his hands, a testament to the towering erection that still held him captive.
Amused and slightly impressed by his undeniable virility, Niskha couldn't help but tease him gently.
Her laughter filled the room like an enchanting melody as she playfully remarked, "I'm impressed by your man power."
Silon, despite his current state of undress, managed a smile, his thoughts momentarily diverted to the pressing matter of mending his torn trousers.
Silon, sitting on the desk with a sense of vulnerability due to his torn trousers, couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude as Niskha offered her assistance.
Her words were like a lifeline in that intimate moment, and he willingly relinquished the torn garment, placing it gently in her capable hands.
