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 Chapter Three: The Morning Rite The morning light did not soften what they had done to her—it illuminated it, every bruise like a kiss in gold, every smear of dried cum a crown of indulgence on Raveena’s thighs. The bed was ruined, silk twisted and darkened with sweat, but she lay amidst it all like a goddess disheveled, limbs sprawled, hair a halo of tangles across the pillow. Her lips parted on a sigh, her cunt sore and tingling from the night before, thighs sticky with the aftermath of dual release. The scent of her own surrender clung to the air like incense. She blinked—and found Shilpa already straddling her. “Rise and shine, my love,” Shilpa whispered, her harness already buckled tight, the strap-on bobbing thick between her legs, slicked with lube and promise. Her body glowed under the sunlight, sweat still pearling along her collarbones, her eyes heavy with leftover heat. Raveena gasped as the cock slid into her again without warning—her pussy, raw and twitching, acce...

 Chapter Two: Between Goddesses The suite was thick with the scent of sweat and silk, the red sheets twisted, glistening with the aftermath of climax, but the night—God, the night—was far from done. Raveena lay on her stomach, her skin flushed, thighs glistening, cunt swollen and twitching from the orgasm Shilpa had wrung out of her. She gasped into the pillow, catching her breath, unaware that behind her, Shilpa was already slipping the harness around her hips, eyes burning like wildfire. The leather creaked as Shilpa fastened it tight, a thick black cock jutting from her hips, glistening at the tip. Her fingers gripped Raveena’s ass, thumbs spreading her cheeks wide, the sight of that pink, fluttering hole making her groan. “You want more?” Shilpa murmured, voice dark silk. Raveena arched her back without a word, spreading her knees wider, a soft whimper spilling from her lips. Shilpa didn’t wait. The tip pressed at Raveena’s asshole, slicked and thick, and with one slow, bru...

Chapter One: Firelight on Silk The suite was a crimson cocoon above Mumbai’s skyline, soaked in the aroma of jasmine and warm body lotion, curtains heavy as lust, moonlight etching silver over the marbled floor. Raveena’s heels clicked as she entered, hips swaying like she owned gravity, eyes gleaming beneath the smoky sweep of kohl. She wore a sari slit daringly high, the gold threads tracing every curve of her hips like whispers from a lover’s tongue. Shilpa stood by the window, her back bare in a plunging blouse, hair cascading like wet ink over bronze skin, breath fogging the glass as the city burned behind her. Raveena’s voice was velvet-dipped steel, low and intimate. “You look like trouble.” Shilpa turned, smile slow, predatory. “You always did love fire.” They closed the space between them without hurry, like stars drifting into collision, each orbiting heat and inevitability. Fingertips met—Shilpa’s nails painted like garnets, trailing up the inside of Raveena’s thigh bene...

 The competition ignited in silence first, thick tension vibrating in the humid air of the dim-lit room, neon-purple glow from the strip of LEDs along the ceiling casting their bronze, sweat-slicked skin in electric shadows. Raveena stood at the edge of the bed, bare except for the sheen glistening on her thighs, muscles taut, her stare sharp like a blade unsheathed. Opposite her, Tamannah sat poised, legs already slightly parted, one brow raised in challenge, her lips curling into a smirk that was nothing short of predatory. “No fingers,” Raveena murmured, voice syrupy with lust but firm with command. “No toys. No hands. Just hips. Just heat.” Tamannah’s eyes gleamed, flicking over Raveena’s soaked inner thighs. “And the loser takes the strap, right? Until she begs?” Raveena’s smirk mirrored hers, both stepping toward the middle of the mattress, knees folding as they knelt face to face, breasts brushing, nipples grazing like sparks ready to light the fuse. Without preamble, the...

 The room reeked of lust and challenge. The sheets were already stained from the earlier contest, from the way Raveena had pounded Tamannah senseless. But that round was over. Now, the tables were level—equal footing, equal hunger, and a single thick double-ended dildo ready to slide between their soaked folds and test their control. Raveena stood tall, body gleaming with sweat, toned thighs flexing as she picked up the toy. It was long, curved slightly at the center, thick as a forearm at its widest point, and already glistening with lube. She held it like a blade forged from pleasure, her dark eyes locked on Tamannah’s. “You came too easily last time,” Raveena purred. “Now you get a chance to prove if your pussy can take more than five minutes of grinding.” Tamannah’s smile was pure heat. “You’re not the only one with stamina, babe. Let’s see who melts first.” The Setup: Clit-to-Clit, Pussy-to-Pussy The bed creaked beneath them as both women got on their knees, legs spread...

  The Setup: Vengeance Between the Legs Tamannah slathered the toy with lube, her fingers slow and teasing as she rubbed it over Raveena’s already wet lips. The older woman whimpered, trying to squirm—but the bindings held. “Your cock did some damage earlier,” Tamannah murmured, positioning the thicker end of the dildo at Raveena’s soaked slit. “Now you're going to feel mine. And it won’t stop until you’re begging.” She pushed in slowly. The toy stretched Raveena’s slick entrance, inch by inch, the motor humming quietly as it slid inside. Raveena gasped, her back arching, her fists clenching the restraints. “Nnnhh—f-fuck—it’s thick—Tamannah—wait—!” But Tamannah didn’t wait. She straddled the other end, positioning herself so her pussy could take the toy too. She lowered herself with a moan, both women now impaled on the same vibrating shaft—cunt to cunt, wet and open, both ends buried deep. Only Tamannah had the remote. The Game: Vibration, Tease, and Total Control With a...