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Priya grappled with Priyank’s words, her mind reeling at the idea that every woman supposedly engaged in such a tradition of sucking cock through pants at least once in their lives. Was this some bizarre cultural norm she had somehow missed, or was he simply lying to manipulate her?

But as she struggled to catch her breath, trapped beneath him, she realised she had little choice but to comply. With each passing second, her inability to breathe became more pressing than any moral dilemma.

“Give me some space. How am I supposed to pull your cock out of your pants if you keep hovering over me like this?” Priya complained, her voice strained with frustration.

Priyank’s smile in response was genuine this time, a glimmer of satisfaction dancing in his eyes as he heard her compliance. But despite his acquiescence, he remained close enough to hover over her, his presence still suffocating.

Reluctantly, Priya removed her hands from his thighs and tentatively reached for his pants. With trembling fingers, she grasped the zipper and pulled it down.

Priyank couldn’t help but shudder as he felt her knuckles brushing against him, the sensation electrifying despite the barrier between them.

His imagination ran wild, envisioning the fiery intensity that would surely accompany the moment her wet mouth made contact with his skin.

Feeling the heat radiating from his cock even through the fabric.

“Where is the cock?” Priya asked, making sure to avoid looking inside because she clearly couldn’t see anyone’s private parts.

Priya’s moral compass was guided by her upbringing under the teachings of her Mother Mary: it was unequivocally wrong to touch anyone’s private parts, and equally wrong for anyone to touch yours.

But Priyank had already violated her boundaries before, leaving her feeling powerless to confront him. However, she refused to compromise her principles by sinking to his level.

There was no way she would stoop to the indecency of looking inside his pants; even considering it felt morally repugnant.

“What’s wrong with you, Angel? Do I need to teach you that you have to put your hands in to find things? You can’t just expect to find anything without searching,” Priyank chided, his words dripping with condescension.

“I need to put my hands inside? What’s going on here? Why are you being so confused?” Priya asked, her voice trembling with uncertainty. Reluctantly, she slid her hand in, keeping her eyes closed, feeling uneasy about whatever she was doing.

But when you made a deal with the devil, you had to fulfil your part of the bargain.

And that’s what Priya found herself doing now. She couldn’t deny it, because she had already agreed before. Nothing could stop him, and she felt powerless to resist.

“How do you expect to find it with your eyes closed, Angel? I’m losing patience here. This is so frustrating. I’m about to explode,” Priyank exclaimed, his voice laced with agitation.

“Then who said you could put a cock inside your pants? People eat cock, but here you have it inside your pants and expect me to suck it,” Priya retorted, her frustration evident in her tone.

Priyank’s patience was wearing thin as Priya’s actions tested his resolve.

His frustration mounted as he struggled to contain his arousal; he regretted wearing underwear today, wishing he hadn’t bothered to conceal his arousal. His sizable erection strained against the fabric, making its presence known despite his efforts to conceal it.

That’s why he had to wear underwear to conceal the shape beneath.

Priya’s slow movements only intensified his anticipation.

Her hand hovered tentatively over his underwear, sending shivers down his spine and eliciting goosebumps. But why was she taking so long to slip her hand beneath the fabric and touch him? The anticipation was almost unbearable, leaving him yearning for her touch.

“Do it, Angel! Open your damn eyes and get your hand under my underwear. How long are you going to make me wait? I swear, if you keep me waiting, it’ll be hard for you only,” Priyank’s voice rang out with frustration and impatience.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Reluctantly, Priya opened her eyes, avoiding his gaze as she could sense his anger without even meeting his eyes. His intense gaze sent shivers down her spine, making her hesitate.

She mustered up her courage and focused on finding the opening of his underwear. With trembling fingers, she slipped her hand inside and felt the warmth of his hard dick against her fingertips.

Priya instinctively tried to pull her hand back, but Priyank grabbed her wrist, refusing to let her go. “Wrap your fingers around it, Angel,” he commanded, his voice low and demanding.

Priya’s heart raced as she hesitated, feeling the weight of his command. She knew she had little choice but to comply, trapped in this uncomfortable situation of her own making.

With trembling hands, she tentatively wrapped her fingers around his hardness, her touch sending a surge of electricity through both of them. She could feel his pulse quicken beneath her touch, a silent testament to the intensity of the moment.

As she held him in her hand, Priya’s mind raced with conflicting emotions. She felt a mix of fear, disgust, and a strange sense of powerlessness.

“This is your penis, what the hell!” Priya screamed in realisation, her voice laced with shock and indignation. It dawned on her that he had tricked her into touching his penis, not a cock as he had claimed.

The shameless act left her cheeks burning red with embarrassment, her heart pounding with a mixture of anger and revulsion. She felt a surge of anger towards Priyank for deceiving her, yet also a sense of shame for allowing herself to be manipulated in such a way.

“This is the part I want you to suck, sweetheart. ‘Penis’ is a childish term. For a grown man like me, it’s ‘cock’ or ‘dick’. I don’t think I deceived you; it’s you who misinterpreted it,” Priyank asserted arrogantly.

Priyank was well aware that he had deceived her, taking advantage of what he perceived as her lower intelligence.

He knew she might not fully comprehend the situation, but he refused to acknowledge his own deceit. Instead, he shifted the blame onto Priya, refusing to accept responsibility for his actions. It was easier for him to dismiss her intelligence and manipulate her emotions than to face the truth himself.

“No. You did.”