The air in the bedroom hung thick and sweet, a cloying mix of leather, sweat, and sex. Khushboo, a silken blindfold cinched tight across her eyes, felt the subtle shift in pressure as Ricardo moved closer. Her wrists, bound above her head by soft, braided rope, hummed with a delicious ache, a promise of what was to come. The cool kiss of metal brushed her inner thigh, sending a shiver chasing down her spine, raising gooseflesh on her arms.
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