Farmhouse threesome with the CEO and his friend
The farmhouse shimmered under a canopy of string lights, the air thick with music, laughter, and the faint scent of wet grass. Manusha stepped onto the terrace, silk clinging to her curves, heart pounding in anticipation. The CEO’s presence was magnetic, as always, his gaze lingering on her with a slow, knowing intensity that made her shiver. Before this night, she had met him several times in hotel rooms across Bangalore. Each encounter had been a careful exploration—soft lighting, gentle music, and deliberate touches that left her breathless. She remembered one evening in a luxury suite: his fingers tracing her curves as he whispered her name, teasing her until she trembled with anticipation. Another night, his lips had pressed along her neck in a slow, teasing dance, fingers mapping her skin with tender authority. Each encounter had taught her how to surrender to desire, to respond instinctively to touch, to melt under attention. Tonight, all those lessons were alive in her,...