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Salt, Sand and… Sanon?

Chapter 2: Drenched in Sin

[Section 14 of 16]

You made her sit up on your dick again and increased the velocity of your thrusts. Her breasts swayed heavily with every thrust. You gathered more spit and let it drip down her spine, watching it run between her ass cheeks.

K: “I’m going to cum… Don’t stop! Fill your neighbor’s cunt!”

Her orgasm crashed over her violently. Her pussy clamped down around your cock in powerful waves as she screamed your name, body shaking. You kept thrusting through it, savoring every contraction.

 

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Salt, Sand and… Sanon?

Chapter 2: Drenched in Sin

[Section 15 of 16]

But you weren’t done. You pulled out and turned her over on her back with your left hand, your right hand still on your dick. She lay out, straightening herself onto the sandy, salty water, head resting on the rock. She looked at you with such tenderness, your cock shivered in your own palm.

K: “Won’t you paint my body, baby? Doesn’t this slut of yours deserve your seed?”

Fuck! You stroked your glistening cock with your right hand and coated her entire body with the first thick ropes of cum — marking her skin in warm streaks.

She moaned at the feeling, reaching over to smear it over her face, her cheeks, her mouth, mixing it with course sand and spit. The piss from earlier adding a distinct glow to it all.

K: “More… Give me more of your cum, babe.”

You kept stroking, staying hard from the sight of her. She turned around, dropped to her knees again, and sucked you clean, tasting both of you mixed with sand. Then she stood, bent over once more, and begged you to keep going.

You fucked her again — slower this time, more intimate but still filthy. You spat on her ass repeatedly, rubbed your earlier cum into her skin like lotion, and thrust deep while whispering how much you loved her. The mix of love and degradation felt perfect.

 

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Salt, Sand and… Sanon?

Chapter 2: Drenched in Sin

[Section 16 of 16]

You kept stroking until the final, heavy spurts landed across her perfect ass and lower back as she turned for you. She stayed there for a long moment, letting you admire the filthy masterpiece you had created on her body.

Then she straightened up, twisted her wet hair, and pulled you into a deep, spit-slick kiss, your mixed fluids still coating both of you.

K: “This is everything I’ve wanted… You, me, completely filthy and completely in love. I can’t wait to go home and tell Nupur about the role. She’s going to be so happy for us.”

You held her close, hearts beating together, the subtle promise of more adventures lingering in the warm evening air as the waves gently washed over your feet.

Starring: Kriti Sanon

A #FettbOriginal Fantasy

 

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Silken Corporate Confessions

Book 1: The Quiet One’s Secret

[Section 1 of 12]

You push open the glass door of the office building a little after midnight, the security guard barely glancing up from his phone as you badge in. The bullpen is quiet, bathed in the faint blue glow of standby monitors and emergency lighting. You’d left a critical contract folder on your desk earlier — something that couldn’t wait until morning. As you walk toward the printer station in the corner to make copies, the last thing you expect is to find her there.

Pooja.

She’s standing by the large Xerox machine in her usual modest-yet-torturous work outfit: the light blue striped shirt, several buttons undone because of the stuffy late-night heat, the fabric clinging damply to her full breasts. Her fitted jeans hug the generous curve of her hips and ass. Her thick dark hair is piled into that signature messy bun with a pen stabbed through it. A few rebellious strands stick to her slightly sweaty neck. She’s holding a stack of printouts, reviewing them under the desk lamp, completely unaware of your presence at first.

 

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Silken Corporate Confessions

Book 1: The Quiet One’s Secret

[Section 2 of 12]

Your cock stirs instantly. This is the same introverted junior developer who walked into your office during her very first week, shyly asking for budget approval on a small feature. You’d nodded along, pretending to listen, but all you could think about was how her body looked in that outfit — those heavy tits straining against the buttons, the way she blushed and avoided eye contact.

Months of silent craving followed. Every meeting, every late-night stand-up, you’d stolen glances, imagining what it would be like to pin her against your desk and fuck the shyness out of her.

Now here she is. Alone. Vulnerable. And looking every bit as tempting as your filthiest fantasies.

She senses movement and turns. Her large expressive eyes widen in shock, a deep crimson flush blooming across her cheeks and down her chest. For a long second, pure panic flashes across her face — the good girl raised in a strict orthodox family, the one constantly warned that the outside world would ruin her, that men only wanted one thing.

 

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Silken Corporate Confessions

Book 1: The Quiet One’s Secret

[Section 3 of 12]

Oh no… it’s him, Pooja thinks, heart slamming against her ribs. How is it possible that I’ve touched myself every fucking night since that one day I walked into his cabin and the one night I decide to stay in late HE fucking walks in?

The old shame surges — that humiliating night with the HR head when she’d traded her virginity just to secure this job, the fear that her family had been right all along. I should cover up. Run. This is exactly what they warned me about. But beneath the anxiety, a different heat pools between her thighs. Months of repression. Months of wanting him. She turns away towards the desk, as if to hide her arousal from you.

“I… I thought everyone had left,” she whispers, her voice soft and melodic, barely above a breath. She doesn’t try to button her shirt. If anything, her fingers tighten on the papers as if fighting the urge to drop them.

 

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Silken Corporate Confessions

Book 1: The Quiet One’s Secret

[Section 4 of 12]

You step closer, unable to stop yourself. “Pooja…, you have no idea how many times I’ve imagined this very moment.” Your voice is rough with months of pent-up desire. The taboo hits you like a truck — she’s your junior and you’re engaged to her your colleague, her direct boss. And although your fiancée is currently hundreds of kilometers away at the client site, the entire office could theoretically have someone return at any moment.

She bites her full lower lip, eyes dropping to the growing bulge in your slacks. Internally, her thoughts whirl. This is dangerous. So dangerous. If his fiancée ever finds out… if anyone sees us… Yet her body betrays her. Her nipples harden visibly against the thin striped fabric. She tries covering that up by raising her hands to her head, as if to draw attention away from her breasts, but little does she know, that very action reveals a small part of her areola. You whimper.

You reach out slowly, giving her every chance to pull away. Instead, she leans in. Your fingers brush her collarbone, then slide down to undo another button. The shirt parts further, revealing the inner curves of her heavy breasts, glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Pooja’s breath hitches, but she doesn’t stop you. You kiss her then — slow at first, testing. She melts against you with a soft whimper, months of mutual, unspoken longing finally breaking free.

 

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Silken Corporate Confessions

Book 1: The Quiet One’s Secret

[Section 5 of 12]

The kiss turns hungry fast. Your hands roam her body, squeezing her tits through the shirt, rolling her stiff nipples until she moans into your mouth. She tastes sweet and desperate. You push her gently back against the printer, grinding your hard cock against her thigh. She gasps, hips rolling instinctively.

“Sir…” she breathes, the honorific slipping out like a prayer and a plea.

You peel her shirt open completely, letting it hang off her shoulders. Her full, perfect breasts spill out — large, heavy, dark nipples begging for attention. You lean down and suck one into your mouth. Pooja arches with a broken moan, one hand cradling the back of your head.

Her mind is fracturing beautifully. I’m such a slut for this… exactly what they said would happen. But it feels too good to stop. The shame only makes her wetter.

After long minutes of teasing her breasts, you drop to your knees and work her jeans open. She lifts her hips obediently as you begin to slide them down her smooth legs, but stops you exactly at the moment where they snag into her hip. Oh the paradox of a skinny fit jean. “Don’t worry about this, sir”, she says, with special emphasis on the honorific. “Let me do this for you”.

 

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Silken Corporate Confessions

Book 1: The Quiet One’s Secret

[Section 6 of 12]

Something inside you stirs at being told what to do. You watch her playfully struggle with the pants as they refuse to go of the tight grip they have of her bubble shaped ass. Your cock throbs at her childish plight.

Despite the roaring air conditioner running in the office, the sheer heat between her legs, the effort exerted by her trying to get her jeans off her body, sweat coats her exposed breasts and arms. She looks at you, smiling, as if she’s as flabbergasted as you are.

 

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Silken Corporate Confessions

Book 1: The Quiet One’s Secret

[Section 7 of 12]

You decide it’s time to take matters into your own hands if this is going to go where you want it to. You lean forward, holding her pants by the waistline as she obediently raises her hips, looking expectantly at you. In one strong move, you peel the jeans off her smooth, round ass and onto the floor. The cold air of the office causes a sharp spike in the heat that’s building between her legs.

Finally, she stands completely naked before you in the printer corner — skin glowing, cunt visibly slick and swollen with need. Her dark pubic hair is neatly trimmed, framing her puffy lips.

You stand back up, kissing her again as your fingers find her soaked folds. She’s dripping. Two fingers slide inside her tight heat easily. Pooja whimpers, thighs trembling. “I’ve wanted you for so long,” she confesses in a shaky whisper between kisses. “Every night… thinking about you while I—”