Ye Raj singaniya at her face. The woman's innocent face was covered with a layer of green ambiguity, and her eyes were as charming as silk.
He knew that she was as innocent as a blank sheet of paper.
The youthfulness that night and the obstacles when she broke into her body clearly told him that she was untouched and he was her first man.
Raj played very aggressively, and it was not like he had never touched a virgin before.
Relatively speaking, he prefers women who are knowledgeable and mature, rather than women who don't understand anything. They don't know how to please him. But when he learned that it was her first time, his thoughts that he wanted to torment her suddenly turned into thousands of affections. .
Although in the end, it still got out of control.
Well, out of control, he hated that word, and he had hated this emotion ever since that incident.
Perhaps, because of this face...
He was warm but didn't know that he would be rough that day. The biggest reason was because when she reached climax, she called out RiyajTarki's name. When Raj singaniya thought about a woman actually He would torture her in different ways by calling other men's names on his bed.
...
In the past few years, there have always been women around him, coming and going. She was the first woman who could arouse his interest in bed.
He stretched his hand under her body, searching for secrets, and pumping inside her body. Jiya Desai bit her lower lip in shock, and she suddenly regained consciousness. She came to question him about why he used her as an advertisement, and she wanted to accuse him. .
What is she doing now.
She shrank to hide from Rajsinganiya, and he roughly grabbed her waist. His dark and deep gaze fell directly on her panicked and pale face. Little did he know the warmth. This look made the man want to ravage her even more.
"No!" He moved his hand downwards, and jiya Desai was shocked. He grabbed the ashtray next to him and threw it at Rajsinganiya's head.
Raj twisted her wrist, sweating profusely from the pain, and the ashtray fell on the carpet.
His fiery eyes stared at her coldly.
When she thought about how embarrassed she was and how intact he was, she felt ashamed and angry, and her face turned red.
"Let me go, bastard!"
He looked at her coldly, as if he was trying to force her.
Jiya 's eyes turned red with anger. His hand that held her wrist suddenly loosened. He leaned down and kissed her lips, tenderly and lingeringly. She felt even more shuddered. Jiya Desai had never met such a perverted and strong person like him. Such an uncertain man.
"Call my name." His voice seemed to be bewitching, ringing in her ears.
jiyaDesai's body trembled slightly, and Raj singaniya held her earlobe in his mouth, making her tremble even more.
The man ordered, "Call my name."