forbidden fitness session of celebrity part 1
The city’s skyline glittered against the dusk, a mosaic of
lights welcoming Ketaki back to her haven after seven relentless weeks on set.
At 164 cm, the actress carried an aura larger than life, her presence
commanding attention even in the quiet of her residential high-rise. Her long,
dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, still slightly tousled from the flight,
and her almond eyes, framed by exhaustion, sparkled with a restless need to
reclaim herself. The grueling shoot—endless takes, blazing spotlights, and the
weight of a thousand eyes—had left her drained, her body craving the rhythm of
movement, the pulse of strength. Ketaki the star whose voice lit up airwaves
and whose face adorned billboards, was home.
Her penthouse, with its sleek marble floors and
floor-to-ceiling windows, felt both familiar and foreign after so long away.
She dropped her suitcase by the door, the faint scent of her floral perfume
lingering as she paced, restless. The camera’s gaze was gone, but her body
hummed with unspent energy. She needed release, a place to shed the actress and
rediscover the woman. The gym called to her—a sanctuary of sweat and steel
where she could sculpt her 164 cm frame back into its fierce, toned glory. Slipping
into a fitted black blouse and high-waisted jeans that hugged her curves, she
grabbed her gym bag, the promise of her red sports bra and sheer-paneled track
pants tucked inside. With a determined breath, Ketaki stepped out, the city’s
pulse syncing with her own as she headed to the gym, ready to reclaim her power
in the stillness of its mirrored halls.
Ketaki pushed open the gym’s glass doors, the faint hum of
the air conditioning greeting her like a whisper. The space was an oasis of
stillness, its usual clamor of weights and treadmills replaced by an eerie
quiet that made her footsteps echo on the polished floors. Her gym bag swung
lightly at her side, her black blouse and high-waisted jeans clinging to her
164 cm frame, hinting at the curves beneath. The mirrored walls reflected her
silhouette, a lone figure in a sea of deserted machines, the fluorescent lights
casting a soft glow over her smooth, sweat-dampened skin. She scanned the room,
expecting the familiar bustle, but found only one figure—Henry Carvil, his
muscular 182 cm frame moving with purpose as he wiped down a weight rack, his
fair skin glistening faintly with perspiration.
Ketaki:
(voice soft, hesitant, growing bolder)
“Henry? Why are you here all alone? Where is everyone?”
Henry:
(enthusiastic, wiping his brow)
“Ah, Ketaki! Welcome back. You’ve been missed around here.
The gym’s been a bit… quiet without you.”
Ketaki’s cheeks flushed, her fingers tucking a stray lock of
hair behind her ear, her celebrity poise mingling with a flicker of
vulnerability.
Ketaki:
(voice warm, slightly shy)
“Thanks, Henry. It’s good to be back, even if it is just for
a little while.”
Henry:
(nodding, expression turning serious)
“Well, I’m sure everyone will be thrilled to see you again
soon enough. You know, the gym committee tried to reach out to you while you
were away. They had planned this big picnic vacation day for all the members
and staff as a way to unwind and bond outside of the usual routine.”
Ketaki:
(eyes widening,
surprised)
“Really? I had no idea! I was so focused on my shoot that I
must have missed their message completely.”
Henry:
(chuckling warmly)
“Don’t worry about it too much. They understood that you were busy with work. Just they were unlucky that the flaming singer cum actress wasn’t with them at the picnic.”
Ketaki bit her lip, a frown creasing her brow as she glanced
around the empty gym, its stillness amplifying the electric undercurrent
between them.
Ketaki:
(voice tinged with regret)
“I feel terrible for missing it. You know how much I value
our little gym community here.”
Henry:
(voice teasing)
“So, besides catching up on lost time, what brings you to
our humble abode today? Looking to make up for lost workouts?”
Ketaki:
(eyes sparkling with determination)
“Absolutely! I may
have been away, but my fitness goals certainly haven’t taken a vacation. I was
wondering if it would be alright to use the facilities while you’re here? I
promise not to get in your way.”
Henry:
(grinning widely, arms spreading in invitation)
“Are you kidding? This place is practically yours as much as
it is mine. Feel free to use whatever machines or equipment you need. In fact,
if you find yourself needing a spotter or some pointers, I’m more than happy to
lend a hand.”
Henry:
(voice low, teasing)
“You planning to hit the treadmill in that getup? Those
jeans look more red-carpet than gym-ready.”
Ketaki’s cheeks flushed, a soft pink warming her face as
she caught his playful scrutiny. She shifted her gym bag, her lips curving into
a defiant yet amused smile.
Ketaki:
(shaking her head, voice light with mock indignation)
“No way, Henry. I’m not that out of touch. I brought
my gym clothes—proper gear, don’t worry.”
Henry’s grin widened, his eyes twinkling with
appreciation as he crossed his arms, the muscles in his forearms flexing
subtly.
Henry:
(nodding, tone warm)
“Nice. Can’t wait to see you in action, then. This place
could use some of your star power.”
Ketaki’s flush deepened at his words, but she met his
gaze with a grateful smile, her confidence resurfacing.
Ketaki:
(voice soft, appreciative)
“Thank you, Henry. I really appreciate it.”
She paused, her eyes flickering toward the changing room,
then back to him, a playful glint surfacing.
Ketaki:
(teasing, raising an eyebrow)
“You’re not gonna
stand there watching me change, are you? Or is that part of the ‘spotter’
service?”
Henry laughed, a rich, warm sound that filled the quiet gym,
his hands raised in mock surrender.
Henry:
(grinning, voice playful)
“Tempting, but I’ll stick to cleaning weights for now. Go
get changed, superstar. I’ll be here if you need me.”
Ketaki’s cheeks flushed at the offer, but she met his gaze
with a grateful smile, the gym’s mirrored walls reflecting the unspoken tension
simmering between them.
Ketaki:
(voice soft, appreciative)
“Thank you, Henry. I really appreciate it.”
Henry fell into step beside her, his presence both
comforting and electric as she moved toward the changing room. The gym’s
stillness pulsed with possibility, the air thick with the promise of her
transformation and their shared connection.
Ketaki stepped into the gym’s changing room, her
gym bag slung over her shoulder, ready to transform from her casual attire into
her workout gear. Her sports outfit, meticulously chosen, was a striking
ensemble that accentuated her slender, 164 cm frame—a perfect blend of
functionality and allure, tailored to her graceful, toned physique.
The centerpiece was a vibrant red sports bra, form-fitting
and crafted to highlight her lithe figure. The back featured a semi-transparent
spider-net design in white, a delicate mesh that clung to her skin like a
second layer, revealing the elegant curve of her spine and the subtle
definition of her back muscles. As she moved, the sheer fabric caught the gym’s
fluorescent lights, casting an ethereal glow that made her backbone appear
almost luminescent, a tantalizing glimpse of her strength and femininity. The
bra’s front hugged the gentle swell of her breasts, offering support while
emphasizing their natural shape, the material stretching just enough to hint at
the softness beneath.
Her matching red track pants were equally captivating,
designed with sheer spider-net panels along the outer thighs and lower legs.
These semi-transparent sections offered fleeting glimpses of her smooth, toned
skin, the interplay of light and shadow accentuating the contours of her
slender legs. The fabric was lightweight yet durable, moving with her body as
she jogged or lifted weights, the sheer panels creating a provocative contrast
between coverage and exposure. The pants sat low on her hips, leaving her
midriff bare, showcasing her flat, sculpted abdomen and the delicate
indentation of her navel—a detail that drew the eye with every flex of her
core.
As Ketaki lifted low-weight dumbbells in front of the
mirror, the outfit moved with her, the sheer designs shifting to reveal more of
her skin with each motion. The spider-net patterns seemed to pulse with her
energy, drawing Henry’s gaze to the graceful line of her spine and the taut
muscles of her thighs. The ensemble was both athletic and seductive, a perfect
reflection of Ketaki’s dual nature as a disciplined performer and a magnetic
celebrity, her slender frame radiating confidence and allure in the quiet gym.
Henry's gaze drifted towards Ketaki as she stepped onto the
treadmill, her movements fluid and effortless. His eyes lingered on the sports
bra that hugged her curves, showcasing her toned physique to perfection.
As she began to jog in place, Henry's attention was drawn to
the bare expanse of skin above her waistband. Her navel sparkled like a tiny
gemstone, inviting his gaze to linger. The gentle rise and fall of her chest
created a hypnotic rhythm that seemed to draw him in.
His eyes roamed over her abdomen, tracing the subtle
contours of muscle and bone beneath the surface. He felt an inexplicable urge
to reach out and touch those smooth planes of skin, as if he could absorb their
warmth through sheer willpower alone.
The gym’s stillness was a canvas for Ketaki’s presence, her
164 cm frame commanding the space as she emerged from the changing room. Her
red sports bra clung to her curves, its sheer spider-net back revealing the
delicate curve of her spine, while her track pants, with matching
semi-transparent panels, teased glimpses of her thighs and lower legs. The
fluorescent lights bathed her in a soft glow, accentuating the toned lines of
her body. She stepped onto the treadmill, her long, dark hair swaying with each
stride, her bare abdomen and navel exposed, a canvas of smooth skin and subtle
muscle. The rhythmic hum of the machine filled the air, but it was Henry’s gaze
that sent a shiver down her spine.
From across the gym, Henry, his muscular 182 cm frame
hunched over a weight rack as he polished it with a towel, watched her. His
fair skin glistened faintly with sweat, his eyes roaming over her abdomen,
tracing the contours of muscle and bone beneath her glistening skin. He felt an
inexplicable urge to cross the room, to touch those smooth planes, as if he
could absorb their warmth through sheer willpower. Ketaki sensed his stare, her
reflection in the gym’s mirrors catching his intense focus. Her heart quickened,
a nervous flutter stirring in her chest.
“He’s watching me,” she thought, her mind racing as
she jogged. “Those eyes… it’s like he’s undressing me right here. I’m a
star, I should be used to this, but—God, it’s different with him.” Her
cheeks flushed, a mix of nerves and something warmer, something dangerous. “Focus,
Ketaki. Just run. Don’t let him see you falter.”
She glanced at the mirror again, catching Henry’s reflection
as he paused his cleaning, his gaze unwavering. The distance between them felt
both vast and intimate, the mirrors amplifying their connection.
Ketaki: (voice soft, slightly breathless, masking
nerves) “You’re awfully quiet back there, Henry. Not slacking on your cleaning,
are you?”
Her tone was playful, but her eyes betrayed a flicker of
unease as she met his gaze in the mirror. Henry straightened, a slow grin
spreading across his face, his white skin contrasting with the heat in his
expression.
Henry: (voice low, teasing) “Just making sure
everything’s spotless, superstar. Gotta keep the place perfect for you.”
His words carried a double edge, his eyes lingering on
her exposed midriff, the sheer fabric of her pants glinting as her legs moved.
Ketaki’s breath hitched, her nerves tingling under his scrutiny.
Ketaki: (forcing a laugh, voice shaky) “Well, keep
up, then. I’m not here to distract you.”
She quickened her pace on the treadmill, her movements
deliberate, trying to shake off the heat of his gaze. But her mind whispered,
“He’s still looking. And I… I don’t hate it.” The gym’s silence pulsed with
their unspoken tension, the mirrors reflecting every glance, every flicker of
desire, as Henry resumed his cleaning, his eyes never straying far from her. The
air seemed to vibrate with tension as Henry's gaze remained fixed on Ketaki's
reflection. He felt an inexplicable urge to reach out and touch those smooth
planes of skin, as if he could absorb their warmth through sheer willpower
alone. Henry wishing chance to get close to her.
Ketaki stood before the gym’s mirrored wall, her 164 cm
frame a vision of lithe elegance, moving with the precision of a dancer. Her
red sports bra, adorned with sheer spider-net designs, hugged her curves, the
semi-transparent fabric revealing the delicate arc of her spine as her toned
back muscles flexed with each lift of the low-weight dumbbells. Her long, dark
hair swayed, catching the fluorescent light like a silken curtain, accentuating
her graceful form. Her top sport bra cut to her half so her her abdomen and and
back line clearly visible. She lifelong low weight Dumble in front of mirror.
Her track pants, with matching sheer panels, hinted at the smooth skin of her
thighs and lower legs, a tantalizing tease that drew the eye. She felt Henry’s
gaze, his 182 cm muscular frame looming nearby, his fair skin flushed as he
watched the hypnotic interplay of light and shadow across her exposed back.
Ketaki:
(pausing mid-lift, lips curving into a playful smirk)
“Hey, what are you
staring at here?”
Her voice cut through the gym’s stillness, her eyes
sparkling with mischief as she caught Henry’s reflection in the mirror, his
gaze fixed on the sheer fabric tracing her backbone.
Henry:
(cheeks flushing, rubbing the back of his neck)
“Oh, uh, nothing,
just… checking your form. You know, making sure you’re lifting right.”
His muscular frame tensed, the heat in his face betraying
his attempt at nonchalance, his eyes betraying a flicker of desire as they met
hers in the mirror.
Ketaki:
(raising an eyebrow, tone teasing)
“My form, huh? Nice try, Henry.”
She tilted her head, letting her hair fall provocatively
over one shoulder, her smile daring him to admit the truth. The air crackled
with their unspoken chemistry.
Henry:
(grinning sheepishly, voice low with boldness)
“Can’t help it. You make those weights look good.”
His eyes crinkled, unapologetic now, as he leaned
slightly closer, the gym’s silence amplifying the weight of his words.
Ketaki:
(laughing softly,
rolling her eyes playfully)
“Smooth talker.”
She resumed her lifts, her movements deliberate, each
flex of her muscles a quiet assertion of power. Henry’s lingering gaze warmed
her skin, but she reveled in it, her body’s allure commanding the empty gym.
The mirrors reflected their dance of glances, the stillness pulsing with a
tension that promised more.
The gym’s mirrored walls reflected the soft glow of
fluorescent lights, casting an ethereal sheen over Ketaki’s 164 cm frame as she
lay on her back atop the gym ball. Her red sports bra, with its sheer
spider-net design, clung to her curves, revealing the delicate arc of her
spine, while her track pants, with matching semi-transparent panels, hinted at
the smooth skin of her thighs and lower legs. Her legs bent at a 90-degree
angle, her abdomen tightening into a sculpted plane of muscle with each reverse
hip raise, her movements fluid like ripples on a summer lake. Henry, his 182 cm
muscular frame looming nearby, watched from the sidelines, his fair skin
glistening faintly as he paused his cleaning duties, captivated by her form.
Suddenly, a sharp cry tore from Ketaki’s lips as a cramp
seized her leg mid-lift, her body convulsing, the gym ball wobbling
precariously beneath her. Her fingers dug into the mat, her face contorted in
pain.
Henry was at her side in an instant, kneeling beside her,
his strong hands grasping her thighs to steady the ball. The heat of her skin
radiated through the sheer fabric, sending a jolt of electricity through him.
Henry:
(voice low,
soothing)
“Easy there. I’ve got you.”
Ketaki’s breath came in short, ragged gasps, her nails
scraping the mat as she fought the pain gripping her calf. Henry’s fingers slid
to her calves, kneading the taut muscle with firm, gentle pressure, coaxing the
knot to loosen.
Ketaki:
(voice breathy, laced with relief)
“I’m alright now. You can let go.”
Her words trembled, her eyes meeting his in the mirror, a
flicker of vulnerability mingling with something warmer. But Henry’s hands
lingered, sliding back to her thighs, his fingers brushing the semi-transparent
spider-net design, tracing patterns that felt like whispers of silk against her
skin.
Henry:
(voice husky, a growl of restrained desire)
“My hands are like stuck in the spider-net on your track
pants. Can’t seem to let go.”
Ketaki’s breath hitched, her body tensing as his fingers
dug deeper into her lap area, the pressure igniting a fire in her core. She
glanced at the mirror, catching his intense gaze, her heart racing with a mix
of nerves and forbidden thrill.
Ketaki:
(voice shaky, attempting firmness)
“Henry, I said I’m fine. You don’t need to—”
Her protest faltered as Henry’s grip tightened, his
fingers exploring the sheer fabric with bold intent, as if ensnaring her in an
invisible web. The gym’s stillness amplified the tension, the air humming with
their unspoken desires, her vulnerability forging a dangerous bond between
them. The air between them crackled with tension as Henry continued his sensual
assault. It was as if time itself had slowed to a crawl, allowing them both to
revel in the exquisite torture of his touch.
The gym’s mirrored walls reflected the charged silence,
amplifying the heat radiating from Ketaki’s 164 cm frame as she lay on the gym
ball, her red sports bra and sheer spider-net track pants clinging to her
curves. Her legs, bent at a 90-degree angle, trembled from the cramp that had
just subsided, but Henry’s hands, now gripping her thighs with fervent
intensity, sent her heart racing. His 182 cm muscular frame loomed over her,
his fair skin flushed with a primal hunger that made her realize she’d underestimated
his desire. The gym ball wobbled beneath her, trapping her in a vulnerable arc.
Henry’s second hand slid to her other thigh, his fingers
sinking into the semi-transparent spider-net fabric, pinning her against the
unyielding surface. She was caught, her body arched in a position that left her
exposed, her breath shallow with fear and a forbidden thrill.
Henry:
(voice a low growl, hot breath fanning her ear)
“Look at me. My second hand’s also stuck in the other side’s
spider-net.”
Ketaki’s mind spun, her body spread-eagle on the gym
ball, her legs held by Henry’s powerful grip. The mirrors reflected her arched
form, her abdomen taut, the sheer fabric revealing glimpses of skin that fueled
his intent. She pushed against his chest, her hands trembling, but his strength
was immovable, one hand on her thighs, the other circling her chest, crushing
her against him.
Ketaki
: (voice quivering, desperate)
“Henry, stop—this is too much—”
Her protest was weak, swallowed by the gym’s stillness,
as his fingers dug deeper, the pressure igniting a conflicting fire within
her. The mirrors bore witness to her trapped state, her exhilaration battling
her fear as Henry’s dominance overwhelmed her resistance, the gym ball creaking
under their tension.
The gym ball creaked beneath them as Henry loomed over
Ketaki like a predator ready to pounce. It was clear that he had no intention
of letting his prey escape now that he had finally caught it.
As Henry pinned Ketaki to the gym ball with his body, his
hands began to roam across her curves like a sculptor molding clay. One hand
slid up from her lap area to cup the swell of her breast through the thin
fabric of her sports bra.
The gym's empty mirrors reflected their entangled forms as
Ketaki's breath came in panicked gasps, her manicured nails digging into the
rubbery surface of the gym ball. The scent of her floral perfume mixed with the
musk of sweat as Henry's calloused hands slid beneath her waistband.
Ketaki:
(voice trembling)
"H-Henry, stop—the paparazzi could—"
Her protest died in her throat as he yanked her track pants
down to her knees, the fabric snapping against her thighs. Cool air hit her
exposed skin just before his palm smacked her ass, the sharp sound echoing off
the weight racks.
Henry:
(growling against her ear)
"No cameras here, princess. Just you, me..."His
fingers hooked into her lace panties, tearing them aside with a sickening rip."...and
how bad you want this."
*She arched as his thick finger plunged inside without
warning, her sweat-slicked back pressing against his chest. The gym's AC hummed
louder as her thighs quivered—whether
The sheer material offered little resistance to Henry's
probing fingers as they traced the contours of Ketaki's mound. He could feel
the heat radiating from her skin, the telltale sign of arousal that sent a jolt
of lust straight to his groin.
At the same time, Henry's other hand continued its sensual
assault on Ketaki's lower half. His fingers dug into the supple flesh of her
thighs, kneading and caressing every inch until they found their way to her
buttocks.
Ketaki let out a strangled moan
as Henry's hand gripped her ass with possessive force. The sheer spider-net
design of her trackpants did little to conceal the firm globes from his touch,
and he reveled in the way they yielded beneath his fingers.
As Henry pinned Ketaki to the gym ball with his body, his
hands began to roam across her curves like a sculptor molding clay. One hand
slid up from her lap area to reach for the tantalizing prize hidden beneath her
sports bra.
Ketaki:
(voice trembling, a mix of fear and thrill)
“Henry, this—you
can’t just—”
The sheer material offered little resistance to Henry's
probing fingers as they cupped Ketaki's breast from beneath. He could feel the
heat radiating from her skin, the telltale sign of arousal that sent a jolt of
lust straight to his groin.
Henry:
(voice low, a husky growl against her ear)
“Can’t stop now, Ketaki. You feel this too, don’t you?”
Meanwhile, Henry's other hand continued its relentless
assault on Ketaki's lower half. His fingers danced across the fabric covering
her vagina, tracing intricate patterns that left no doubt about their ultimate
destination.
Ketaki:
(gasping, voice breaking)
“This is too much—Henry, please—”
The sensation was a dizzying blend of terror and
exhilaration, her body arching instinctively despite her racing mind. The gym
ball groaned under their weight, trapping her like a butterfly pinned to a
collector’s board, Henry’s body pressing down with unyielding dominance
Henry:
(grinning, voice thick with triumph)
“You’re mine, princess. Every inch of you’s begging for
this.”
Ketaki let out a strangled moan
as Henry's fingers slipped beneath the fabric to claim her as his own. The
sensation was both exhilarating and terrifying, a rollercoaster ride of
emotions that left her breathless and wanting more. The gym ball creaked beneath
them as Henry's body pressed down on Ketaki's, trapping her in place like a
butterfly pinned to a collector's board. His hands seemed to be everywhere at
once, claiming every inch of her body with an unyielding possessiveness that
left no doubt about his intentions.
Ketaki's heart raced as Henry's muscular body enveloped her
from behind, pinning her against the unyielding surface of the gym ball. She
tried to resist, to push back against his iron grip with all her might, but it
was like trying to move a mountain.
Ketaki:
(voice quivering, a mix of fear and defiance)
“Henry, stop—this isn’t right—”
Henry's hands roamed across Ketaki's curves with a
possessive hunger that sent shivers down her spine. One large hand cupped her
breast through the thin fabric of her sports bra, fingers sinking into the
supple flesh as if he owned it outright.
Henry:
(growling low, breath hot against her ear)
“You can’t resist me, Ketaki. I’m going to take you right
here on this gym ball until you scream my name.”
Ketaki:
(voice breaking, pleading yet wavering)
“Please, Henry—we can’t—someone might see—”
The sheer material offered little resistance to Henry's
probing touch, and Ketaki gasped as she felt his thumb brush across her
hardened nipple. Electricity seemed to arc through every nerve ending in
response, leaving her breathless and aching for more.
Henry:
(voice thick with triumph, lips brushing her ear)
“No one’s here, princess. Just you, me, and how bad you want
this.”
At the same time, Henry's other hand slid down Ketaki's taut
abdomen to cup the heat between her thighs. The spider-net design of her
trackpants did little to conceal the dampness that had already begun to gather
there, and Henry's fingers rubbed against her most sensitive area with a
teasing pressure that made her squirm.
Ketaki's mind reeled as she tried to process the
overwhelming sensations assaulting her body. The rough texture of the gym ball
beneath her, the unyielding hardness of Henry's chest pressed against her back,
the relentless stroking of his fingers against her most intimate places - it
was all too much, and yet not enough at the same time.
As if sensing Ketaki's inner turmoil, Henry leaned down to
murmur in her ear. "You can't resist me," he growled, his hot breath
fanning across her skin like a brand. "I'm going to take you right here on
this gym ball until you scream my name."
To emphasize his point, Henry ground his hips forward,
pressing the thick ridge of his erection against Ketaki's ass through their
clothing. The sensation was electric, sending a jolt of pure lust straight to
her core.
Ketaki's body betrayed her, arching back against Henry's
hardness as if seeking more of that delicious friction. Her nipples strained
against the confines of her sports bra, aching for his touch, and she could
feel a fresh gush of arousal dampening her panties.
Ketaki:
(gasping, voice raw with surrender)
“Henry… oh Gosh, I can’t—”
Henry:
(voice thick with triumph, lips grazing her ear)
“That’s it, Ketaki. Let go for me—scream my name.”
Henry seemed to sense Ketaki's surrender, and he redoubled
his efforts to claim every inch of her body as his own. His fingers pinched and
rolled her nipple through the thin fabric until it was a hard little peak,
while his other hand rubbed firm circles over the swollen bud hidden beneath
her trackpants.
ketaki:
(voice a breathless moan, resistance fading)
“Henry, I—I can’t hold on anymore…”
The dual assault on Ketaki's senses was almost too much to
bear. She could feel herself teetering on the edge of oblivion, ready to
shatter into a million pieces at any moment. And yet still Henry pressed on,
determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from her quivering form.
Ketaki :
(her fingers dig deep in gym ball, through teeth)
"Your hands………they know me better than I know
myself..."
With a final twist of his fingers and a sharp thrust of his hips, Henry sent Ketaki
careening over the precipice into a mind-blowing orgasm. Her body convulsed
against his, waves of ecstasy crashing over her in an endless tide as she
screamed out her release.
Ketaki:
(gasping, voice raw with surrender)
“Oh Gosh, Henry..You bastard... knew exactly how to break
me..."
And through it all, Henry held her close, his muscular arms wrapped around her like a vice as he revelled in the fruits of his labour. He had conquered Ketaki completely, body and soul - and he knew that this was only the beginning of their erotic journey together.
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