Akansha lay helplessly on the bed, her sheer gown riding up her thighs as Rohit pinned her down. He straddled her chest, knees planted firmly on either side of her body, his weight keeping her completely immobilized.
"Now you look well behaved… my befitting slut."
Rohit let out a low groan of satisfaction as she could only bob her head up and down, her soft lips stretched wide around his thick, throbbing shaft. The wet heat of her mouth and the way her tongue instinctively flicked against the underside of his cockhead sent sharp jolts of pleasure up his spine.
"Keep licking my cock like that. Clean every inch, you dirty bitch. I'm just getting started."
He casually unstrapped his sling bag and tossed it aside, then reached into his jacket and pulled out the gun, placing it on the corner of the bedside table with a heavy thud.
