Anika had increased the rhythm she was applying to the couch, her pussy getting wet from the friction, the hardness of the couch arm pressing high up against her clit.

By now her skirt had rose above her thighs, gathering in the front of her, between her legs.

Her shapely big ass was in half view to Shivaay, the twin sexy ass packed in black panty flexing with her movements.

Shivaay is in confusion that why she is doing this ?And why is she doing it looking at him?

Shivaay : I will be back.

He ran to the washroom.

Anika smiled, quickly running a hand down to rub at her pussy through her panties, then got off the couch and went to Shivaay's room.

The room is not locked, she went inside and he must be in washroom.

As she walked towards his room, she made sure to undo a few of the top buttons to her shirt.

Her breasts were held high by the bra, the rounded tops jiggling slightly as she walked into his room.

Shivaay came out from washroom wiping and drying his hands.

Anika did walk slow to him.

Anika : I hope everything is fine sir.

Shivaay : yeah obviously.

Anika : oh, sir I guess you have something in your pocket. (She said pointing towards his boner)

Shivaay : why are you doing this? I know you are trying to tease me.

Anika : am I? (Naughtily)

Shivaay : yes you are. And you should not.

Anika : what if I still do? (Teasingly)

Shivaay : Anika....

Anika went closer to him

And, then leaned forward, one hand snaking behind Shivaay's head, pulling his face closer to hers.

Ever so slowly, she rubbed her cheek against his, as his body quaked against hers.

Turning her head slightly, she rubbed her lips against his, until he half opened his mouth to moan.

Whether it was in enjoyment or fear, it was not yet known.

As his lips parted.

Anika pressed her lips against his, opened her mouth, and let her kiss.

Just after a moment, Her tongue was quickly inside his mouth, moving about, trying to find his tongue.

Shivaay had pulled back his tongue, scared to have a reoccurrence of that morning incident.

But soon he gave in to her persistent tongue thrusts.

He kissed her back, his head angling opposite to Anika, shoving his tongue hard against hers, pushing her tongue back into her mouth so he could explore the cave of her humidly wet mouth.

With a strangled moan.

Anika pressed her stomach against his crotch, rubbing side to side, ever so slightly, taking delight in the hard organ she felt hiding in his pants.

Shivaay threw all his caution to the wind, roughly grabbing at her ass, pulling her harder against him now.

They matched eachother's thrusts, dry humping eachother moaning into eachother's mouths, saliva spreading across their lips.

Anika : Oh, I feel something here sir, right here.

Anika teased, her stomach rubbing fast against his bulging pants.

Shivaay threw his head back and gave a deep moan thinking about Om.

Shivaay : Anika, this shouldn't be happening…I shouldn't be doing this, you will be Om's wife.

Anika : but I am not his wife yet.

Shivaay : but it's wrong.

Anika : no its not, I never loved your brother and I promise if you won't do this I will do it with someone else tonight, so you didn't have to feel guilty.

He thought for a moment.

By this time Anika had taken the liberty to slide a hand between their mashed bodies, gripping his outlined cock through his pants.

Shivaay : uhm....yes!

Shivaay moaned, suddenly changing tune.

He rotated his hips, cock caught up in her grip, the rubbing causing a fury of great sensations.

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