The crimson silk, cool against her skin, sealed Vanya’s world in darkness. Her fingers, still wrapped around Ayaan’s impressive length, moved tentatively, exploring the ridges and valleys of him. The sheer scale of him, hot and rigid, dwarfed her hand.
“I… I didn’t notice,” she breathed, her voice a soft tremor, the words escaping before she could filter them. Her thumb brushed over the sensitive head, tracing its contours. “Not quite like this.”
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