Rohit growled, voice thick with lust. "On your stomach. I want that ass up."
Akansha whimpered, her body still trembling from the orgasm. "Haah… haah… you're so rough…" she breathed shakily, but she obeyed, rolling onto her belly and arching her back, pushing her round, juicy ass up toward him. Her soft cheeks jiggled with the movement.
SMACK!
Rohit knelt behind her and gave her plump ass a hard clap, watching the flesh ripple.
"Undress properly," he ordered. "Get that gown and bra completely off. I want you naked."
Akansha let out a tired, sarcastic huff even as she complied. She pulled the torn gown and bra off her shoulders while Rohit hooked his fingers into her soaked panties and yanked them down her legs in one rough motion, leaving her completely exposed.
"Fuck me… Rohit," she moaned, voice hoarse and needy, though a hint of her old defiance still lingered. "I'm so wet for your cock… aanh… don't make me beg more than this."
