Nandini lay spread-eagled on the wide bed, wrists bound above her head with the black lace bra that had been stripped from her body only minutes earlier. Her 44DD breasts rose and fell with every shaky breath, silver rings glinting at her nipples. The vibrator buried inside her pussy hummed at its highest setting, the base pressed flush against her clit, while the thick silicone plug stretched her ass wide. Her torn panties lay discarded on the floor. For half an hour the twins had sat in the armchairs at the foot of the bed, fully clothed, watching every twitch and whimper that escaped her. Maanav leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “Still not allowed to come, baby.” Manik’s smirk was sharp. “You wanted to laugh with your professor? This is what happens.” Nandini’s hips jerked involuntarily as the vibrator pulsed against her swollen clit. A thin strand of slick slid down the curve of her ass and pooled around the plug. She bit her lip hard Flashback It had been 2 w...
The morning light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, casting long, pale beams across the pristine white flooring. Nandini sat on the edge of the bed, the silk sheets pooled around her waist. The silence of the apartment was absolute, broken only by the low, rhythmic hum of the air conditioning. She was twenty-four, a woman with curves that drew the eye wherever she went, her figure full and soft in the harsh light of the modern room. She glanced down at her body, the skin warm to the touch, and then felt the sudden, familiar dampness between her thighs. Her breath hitched in her throat. It was her period. In the home where she grew up, this had been a signal for immediate exile. Her mother would hand her a separate set of bedsheets, her voice dropping to a hush as if speaking a secret curse. Nandini would be confined to the far corner of the house, forbidden from entering the kitchen, barred from touching the prayer room idols, and forced to eat from a...