Her adaa just keeps you hooked at every turn of her wrist and every wink of her eyelid. You’re drooling, jerking, staring and yet still thirsty. Thirsty for her pussy, her tits, her sweaty armpits.
As she finishes up her performance with her hand raised in the pose, she gets a whiff of her sweaty armpit and she can’t help but take it in and breathe herself in. If she can’t control herself, what would a mere mortal like you do?
As she thanks the audience for watching her perform (it should be the other fucking way round), she stands there smiling. Her eyes meet yours and her happiness seems to have no bounds. She’s met you once. But it’s like you’re bonded for life. And you wouldn’t mind binding with her as her fucking slave.
As she finishes up and goes backstage, she waves to the crowd as a final treat as her tits jiggle with every movement of her arm, dripping her sweat across the floor. You’re compelled to follow her backstage.
You see that when she reaches her room, a fan of hers, a hot nepo-kid who’s made waves of her own with waves of her hips is waiting to receive her. When she sees you with the Queen and sees that the Queen actually approves, they pose together for you.
They beckon you into the dressing room, where you happily follow and spend some awesome time with them where you get to know the new actress as well. The way her body moves when fooling around is enough proof of her prowess as the new seductress of the industry.
Tired from the fiery performance of the night, the Queen retires to bed, leaving you two youngsters talking. To avoid disturbing the sleeping beauty, both of you leave the room and go to your new friend’s mom’s suite. As you’re exiting the lift, you see her mom leaving the room and your friend stops to greet her and they take a selfie as you helplessly watch, imagining a threesome with the bombshells
As the mother leaves, you hang around outside the room as your friend enters it. You make small talk for a bit and just when you’re losing hope, she looks at you with a side eye with an expression that makes you go weak in the knees
As you enter the room, you see a magazine cover shoot her mom saved as a memento. It’s her daughter’s first shoot for Filmfare. Emotional value aside, you’d save this picture if you had it with you too! She looks so fucking hot.
She looks so innocent as you move towards her for a kiss. It’s like the person in that magazine and the one in front of you are two different people. Irrespective of it, you want to drink up her lips.