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My Steamy Story: Prashant is being chased by thieves, so ...

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Okay, so full tea—I’m Neha, and my Friday night was about to be so mid. Just me, a bottle of rosé, and my fave reality show. But then, bestie, I hear this frantic knocking. I peek through the peephole and my god, it's Prashant from the coffee shop, the one with the absolutely iconic smile. He’s breathless, shaking, and he's like, "Neha, please, some guys are chasing me!"

My heart is legit pounding. I yank him inside and lock the door. I can hear heavy footsteps thudding down the hall. We have, like, zero time. My brain goes into main character mode. I’m wearing this huge, flowy satin gown, and I just go, "Get in."

I open the gown and pull him against my body. OMG, the vibe was so intense. He’s pressed right up against me, my silk robe the only thing between us. I could feel his hard dick already straining against his jeans, pressing right into my stomach. His breath was hot on my neck, and I was getting so wet, my pussy literally clenching, no cap. He whispered, "You're saving my life," and his hand slid down my back, over my ass. I arched into him, gasping, and was like, "Just be quiet." But low-key, I was grinding against him, feeling his cock get even harder. The thieves ran past, but we weren't moving. My hand slipped between us, palming him through his jeans. Sheesh. The thrill was so, so spicy.

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