His Plaything : From Senior To Slave Bedroom (🔞)

Vivek’s smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with mischief.

“Good,” he said, his hand stroking the side of Ravi’s face. “Now, let’s see how good you really are.”

With a surprising show of strength, Vivek picked Ravi up as if he weighed nothing, the blue sari draped around them like a silken shroud.

The fabric was torn and askew, a testament to the raw passion that had overtaken them. Carefully, Vivek adjusted the sari, hoisting it up to avoid tripping over the pool of fabric.

As they stumbled into the bedroom, the intensity in Vivek’s gaze never wavered from Ravi’s.

With a rough tug, Vivek sent Ravi sprawling onto the bed, the mattress sighing beneath the impact.

Before Ravi could even catch his breath, Vivek had grabbed the end of the sari and ripped it away, exposing the petticoat beneath. Ravi felt a surge of vulnerability, his breath hitching in his chest.

With trembling hands, he reached down and began to remove the petticoat, his legs shaking as he revealed the black lace panties and stockings that clung to him.

Vivek’s eyes darkened further as he stepped closer, his own desire now fully evident.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice a caress that sent a shiver down Ravi’s spine. He reached out, his fingers tracing the lace of the panties, teasing the sensitive skin beneath. Ravi’s cock lay limp and exposed, a stark contrast to the arousal he felt.

It was as if his body was betraying him, refusing to respond to his own desires.

But as Vivek leaned in, his hot breath ghosting over Ravi’s neck, something strange began to happen.

Ravi felt a wetness seep from the tip of his cock, his body responding to the raw, primal need in the air. It was a feeling he’d never experienced before, as if his body had switched gears, adapting to the role he’d so meticulously crafted.

He watched in amazement as a bead of precum formed and grew, eventually sliding down the shaft like a drop of molten lava.

Vivek noticed the change and smirked.

“Looks like you’re getting into it,” he said, his voice thick with lust. He yanked off his own shirt, revealing a chest matted with dark hair.

The muscles rippled and danced in the dim light of the room, a stark contrast to Ravi’s soft, yielding body.

Ravi nodded, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and anticipation. Vivek leaned over him, his cock brushing against Ravi’s now-sensitive skin.

“I’m going to fuck you raw, bitch,” he said, his voice a low growl. Ravi’s hands shot to his bag, desperately searching for the lube.

“What’s the matter?” Vivek taunted, his hand landing on Ravi’s wrist and squeezing tight. “You’re not ready for the real thing?”

Ravi gulped, his heart racing as he met Vivek’s gaze.

“Please, not without lube,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with need. Vivek laughed, a deep, mocking sound that sent chills down Ravi’s spine.

“You’re so eager to be filled,” he said, his tone filled with amusement. “But I’m going to enjoy watching you squirm.”