She woke to an empty bed.
For a moment Siya lay perfectly still, staring at the ceiling, listening to the haveli breathe around her. Somewhere deep in the building a door opened and closed. Pigeons cooed on the window ledge. The morning light came in thin and gold through the carved stone jali screens, throwing lace-patterned shadows across the floor.
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One hand slamming the keys, the other shoved deep inside my soaked, dripping folds, completely helpless against my own pathetic horniness. If youโre jerking off and painting your screen to my filth, you owe me for the entertainment. Drop a tip to keep this mindless, degenerate hole wet, fed, and chained to her desk typing out the ultimate smut for you to abuse yourself to. ๐ธ๐ฆ
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