She claimed not to have done it before.
He took her at her word- truth can wait, she may not- thought he!!
She was already moaning oh-my-god s!
All for what was digitally done over the attire.
Modesty breaks down, she draws his hand into her pajamas.
Skin on skin, skillfully done, draws more than mere calls to the divine!
Relieved, she shamefacedly with downcast eyes
holds his lust-soiled fingers and wipes it on her kurta hem.
Vocally regretting that he wasn’t relieved.
Thought the man in him:
THE DEER HAS LOST ITS NIMBLENESS,
IT WILL NOT BE LONG BEFORE IT BECOMES VENISON!