This was something strong, and yet subtle, as hands that had the dexterity to cast complicated spells now worked their magic on her flesh, drawing sensations out of her that no other hands ever had.For just a moment, Asiara lost herself in the pleasure, but she quickly recovered. Calean was staring up at her, but the look in his eyes was one of lust, not of betrayal. They continued to thrust their sexes together, each reaching new peaks of sexual need, both approaching climax.But Asiara was finding, once again, that the Goddess's lasting legacy in her body was both intense and powerful. She was responding to Calean's attention far more than she would normally have expected to, regardless of how deft he was at drawing out her passion. The fire that Dathaka had left inside of her was igniting and pushing Asiara towards her sexual peak much faster than she had expected.This was the most dangerous time, Asiara realized. If Calean planned to try to cast a spell on her, the moment of her. In his hut, I made tea for all of them and served the men. I noticed how Dinesh and Appu followed me with their. I had a natural streak of exhibitionism in me and I knew with a clarity unusual for a teenager that I didn’t love Kumar, that it was the sex that drew me, that and the additional exciting fillip of doing something secretly and on the sly, something risky. I teased Dinesh and Appu, giving those glimpses of my breasts under my low-necked blouse, moving sensually around the hut, letting my eyes smolder on theirs. The men finished their tea and stepped out for a smoke. I sprawled on the hemp cot with a magazine, waiting for Kumar to come back.“Sandhya,” Kumar said softly as he returned.I was lying on the bed now on my side, my head propped in my hand, my elbow bent, leafing through a cheap magazine. My sari had slipped into the crook of my arm. In the heat, two or three of the buttons down the front of my tight blouse were open and my breasts strained at the cloth, showing a.
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