“hmmmm.. will you please put me down mr. mangla? ” she says in frustration. She was enjoying the way her body felt against his arms but the dress she wore and the mood of the place was too fire to let her enjoy the ride. He could literally feel her wetness, feel the sudden change in her breath, the flushness of her face and the tickling she had in her curves as if he was holding her naked completely. As if this wasn’t enough for frustration already, his continuos attention and genuine smile which didn’t seem to have any devious motives made her more and more uncomfortable. The tension was thick amid the cool atmosphere of magnificent coorg.
Jhalli, I wish I could recognise you before. I wish I haven’t fallen for Diya, and then this wall of emotions wouldn’t have been there. We could be fr
