Steamy Diaries
Sony was her own woman, free to do as she pleased.
As the workout continued, Subham grew bolder, his hands brushing against Sony's skin as he helped her up from the bench. Sony didn't seem to mind, her laughter ringing out as Subham's fingers lingered a moment too long.
Finally, the session ended, and Sony stood, stretching her arms above her head. Her dress rode up, exposing the lacy edge of her panties. Subham's eyes were glued to the sight, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.