There was the old Thakur's arrogance in Reyansh's voice along with a superb devilish smile. He pressed Manya's wrists even harder into the bedsheet, as if all her strength had come into his hands. Manya's body was still writhing under him — one side fear, the other side even deeper lust within that very fear.

“Reyansh ji… I… I was just joking… you… were you really awake?” There was now a slight wave of fear in Manya's voice, but her pussy was still craving his cock. Her legs were spreading open on their own.