Prachi had always been the responsible one, the one who played by the rules. But when she found out that her boyfriend of two years, Raj, had been cheating on her, she felt a surge of rebellion. That's when she met Parth, a charming stranger who offered her a way to get back at Raj. Parth was a professional, hired to destroy relationships, and he had his eyes set on Prachi's.
Their plan was simple: Parth would seduce Prachi, make her fall for him, and then leave her heartbroken. But what started as a game of revenge quickly turned into something more intense, something neither of them expected.
It all began with a text message. Parth's words were like a slow, seductive dance, each one more provocative than the last. He started with innocent compliments, telling Prachi how beautiful she looked in her profile picture. But soon, his messages took a darker, more erotic turn.
"Imagine my hands running down your body, Prachi," he wrote. "Starting at your neck, feeling your pulse quicken under my touch. I'd trace your collarbone, down to your chest, cupping your breasts, feeling your nipples harden under my fingers."
Prachi's breath hitched as she read his words. She should have been offended, but instead, she found herself turned on. She replied, her fingers flying over the keyboard. "And what if I told you to stop?" she challenged.
Parth's response was immediate. "I wouldn't. I'd keep going, my hands sliding down your stomach, feeling your muscles tense under my touch. I'd tease you, Prachi, my fingers dancing just above your pussy, not touching you where you want me to, making you beg for it."
Prachi's cheeks flushed as she read his words. She could almost feel his hands on her, his touch sending shivers down her spine. She bit her lip, her mind racing. She should have stopped this, should have told him to back off. But she didn't. Instead, she played along.
"Maybe I wouldn't beg," she wrote back. "Maybe I'd take what I want."
Parth's response was swift. "Oh, Prachi, I'd love to see you try. I'd pin you down, my body pressing against yours, feeling your heart beat against my chest. I'd kiss you, my tongue exploring your mouth, tasting you. And then, when you're begging for it, I'd slide my fingers inside you, feeling you clench around me."
Prachi's breath came in short gasps as she read his words. She could feel her pussy getting wet, her body aching for his touch. She wanted him, wanted to feel his hands on her, his body pressing against hers. But she knew she couldn't give in, not yet. She had to make him work for it.
"Maybe I don't want your fingers," she wrote back. "Maybe I want your cock."
Parth's response was immediate. "Oh, Prachi, you're playing with fire. My cock is hard for you, aching to be inside you. I'd slide it inside you, slow at first, letting you feel every inch of me. And then, when you're begging for more, I'd fuck you hard, my hips slamming against yours, my cock filling you completely."
Prachi's breath hitched as she read his words. She could feel her body responding, her pussy aching for his touch. She wanted him, wanted to feel him inside her. But she knew she had to make him wait, had to make him earn it.
"Maybe I don't want slow," she wrote back. "Maybe I want it hard and fast, right from the start."
Parth's response was swift. "Oh, Prachi, you're going to be the death of me. I'd throw you down on the bed, my body covering yours. I'd spread your legs, my cock pressing against your entrance. And then, with one swift thrust, I'd be inside you, filling you completely. I'd fuck you hard and fast, my hips slamming against yours, my cock pounding into you."
Prachi's breath came in short gasps as she read his words. She could feel her body responding, her pussy aching for his touch. She wanted him, wanted to feel him inside her. But she knew she had to make him wait, had to make him earn it.
Their sexting sessions became a daily ritual, each one more intense than the last. Parth's words were like a drug, sending Prachi into a state of constant arousal. She found herself touching herself, imagining his hands on her, his body pressing against hers.
One day, Parth suggested they meet in person. Prachi hesitated, knowing that this was the point of no return. But she couldn't resist him any longer. She agreed to meet him at a secluded cabin in the woods, far away from prying eyes.
When she arrived, Parth was already there, waiting for her. He was even more handsome in person, his eyes dark with desire. He pulled her into his arms, his mouth claiming hers in a hungry kiss. Prachi melted against him, her body responding to his touch.
Parth's hands roamed her body, exploring every inch of her. He cupped her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples until they were hard peaks. He slid his hand down her stomach, his fingers slipping inside her panties, finding her wet and ready for him.
Prachi gasped as he touched her, her body arching against his. She wanted him, wanted to feel him inside her. She reached for his cock, feeling it hard and ready. She stroked him, her fingers sliding up and down his shaft, feeling him throb under her touch.
Parth groaned, his body tensing under her touch. He pulled her down onto the bed, his body covering hers. He spread her legs, his cock pressing against her entrance. And then, with one swift thrust, he was inside her, filling her completely.