Priya grappled with Priyank's words, her mind reeling at the idea that every woman supposedly engaged in such a tradition of sucking c**k through pants at least once in their lives. Was this some bizarre cultural norm she had somehow missed, or was he simply lying to manipulate her?
But as she struggled to catch her breath, trapped beneath him, she realised she had little choice but to comply. With each passing second, her inability to breathe became more pressing than any moral dilemma.
"Give me some space. How am I supposed to pull your c**k out of your pants if you keep hovering over me like this?" Priya complained, her voice strained with frustration.
Priyank's smile in response was genuine this time, a glimmer of satisfaction dancing in his eyes as he heard her compliance. But desp
