He puts one of the cylinders over my nipple and uses the pump to pump out the air. Bhabhi Master takes a step closer, his hand brushing against my inner thigh, sending a shiver down my spine. I nod, my voice caught in my throat. His hands roam over my body, touching every inch of my skin. He sets them up at the foot of the table, the metal gleaming under the harsh light. “You know… He smirks, the expression both arrogant and satisfied. “Mmm, you’re so wet for me,” he murmurs, his voice filled with desire. He walks over to a nearby table, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the room. “I know this might be a lot to take in,” he continues, “but I want you to know that I’m here for you.
