The cool leather of the sofa met Jiya’s heated skin as Reyansh lowered her. He kept his hips pressed against hers, prolonging the sensation of their bodies connected, his chest rising and falling against her back. Then, with a soft shlick, his cock slid free, a warm, wet absence blooming between her legs. A soft sigh escaped her lips, a mixture of pleasure and lingering ache. He didn't move far, only shifted, his warmth a lingering memory against her.
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