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Okay, so bestie, let me spill the tea on the most unexpected, low-key iconic night of my life. I hired this boujee massage therapist, Rohan, for a deep tissue session. Total straight-laced Indian boy, all professional vibes, iykyk. But the tension? Sheesh. He was finna work out a knot in my shoulder when his hands just… lingered. His fingers traced my spine and I let out this little gasp. The vibe shifted, period.

He was like, “Your skin is so soft,” and his voice was all shaky. I rolled over, my tits just out there, and his eyes went wide. No cap, the professionalism evaporated. He just started… worshipping me. His hands were all over my body, but like, reverent. He was kissing my stomach, murmuring in Hindi about how perfect my hips were. I was high-key shook. I guided his head lower and was like, “Yeah, worship this pussy, bet.” And OMG, he did. This man went down on me like he was discovering a new religion, his tongue exploring every inch of my cunt, sucking my clit like his life depended on it. I was moaning, “Yes, just like that, you’re such a good boy for me,” and he ate it up, literally. The way he looked up at me, so thirsty and devoted… I came so hard I saw stars. Main character energy, AF.