Chapter 4: Neha's office visit
The sun had barely risen, casting long, golden shadows across the city as Vishal stepped off the elevated train platform and into the bustling streets of Bangkok. His body hummed with a raw, primal energy that was both exhilarating and disorienting. He felt alive, invigorated, as if he had shed his old skin and emerged anew.
His mind was a whirlwind of images, each one more vivid and erotic than the last. Kim, her body naked and slick with sweat, her eyes locked onto his as she rode him with abandon.
Her hips moved in a sensual, rhythmic dance, her pussy gripping his cock tightly as she slid up and down, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. She was a sight to behold, her dark hair falling in wild waves around her shoulders, her skin flushed with desire, her lips parted in a silent scream of pleasure.
Vishal couldn't believe how good she felt, how tight and wet she was around him. He could feel every inch of her, every ripple and pulse of her inner muscles as she rode him.
Her hands were on his chest, her nails digging into his skin, leaving red half-moons in their wake. He could feel the sting, the bite of pain that only served to heighten his pleasure.
"Fuck, Kim," he groaned, his hands gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. "You feel so fucking good."
Kim's response was a low, throaty moan, her head falling back, her long hair cascading down her back. "Mmm, you too, Vishal," she gasped, her hips moving faster, her body slamming down onto his with a force that had them both grunting and moaning.