A few moments earlier,
Rohit was certain she would come. To pass the time, he went inside the bathroom, undressed and applied his special growth oil.
The massage worked quickly, and his member became hard, veins bulging. Just then, he heard a rustle. Opening the bathroom door, he caught Aisha trying to slip his phone into her purse.
He couldn't help but amuse. Even under leverage, she had the audacity to be this shameless.
'Damn, this is going to be easy,' he thought.
And so, the event escalated—now she was at his feet, licking his toe.
The sense of power over her helplessness was intoxicating, and he wanted to savor every moment of her humiliation. That was why he suggested making himself climax.
He was certain that no matter what she did, he would stay hard. The effects of the oil were well-tested, and he knew her reaction at the end would be worth it—especially after all she had put him through over the years.
That's why he unfurled his towel and got ready with his cock.
