#Devils Den# Ander Maja,Baher Majedar..2 - Page 98

Jayaaaaaaaa🤣🤣🤣🤣

Theirs is the story that will last Even if its pretty aghast Martian's Love is a Contrast Of Some day being slow and Some day being Fast all this AS's Love life forecast has me agreed to be Put in a Cast So lets talk about something else

Ann,Jaya,Sin u forgot me😡,I'm not talking to u 3 from now

Rash...i love yaa....dont be mad...i remember you.....😆 waisey what did i do?? temme...Bolo Na Rashmi? han Bolo Na??

the union...contd...

Geet walked behind the tent away from Maan's gaze to change. Maan took this opportunity to quickly change out of this wet clothes into the pair of dry jeans. More comfortable now in his dry jeans, he decided that he needed to get them warmer by starting a fire and walked into the woods to pick some wood. As he was returning with the wood, he could see Geet in the shadows against the tent, cast by the moonlight. She seemed to be changing out of her blouse as she wore his shirt. He could make out the clear outline of her body in the shadows. He stood there watching unable to help himself, desire slowly rushing into his senses. The breeze blew some leaves his way, momentarily blocking his vision and as they cleared out of his line of sight, he could see the breeze lapping against the lapels of his shirt which Geet was trying to button up. His eyes absorbed the length of her thighs as the shirt flapped against her skin. The tent flapped suddenly on one side distracting him. The breeze seemed to have loosed the knot he made on one of the ropes holding the edge. He walked closer to the tent, dropped the logs of wood nearby and sat down to tighten the knot. As he worked on the knot, his mind willed him to look up again towards Geet behind the shadows. She was loosening her hair in an attempt to dry it by her hand. Her head was tilted on a side as she worked her fingers through her hair. Oh how he loved the feel of that hair against his fingers. Numerous times in the past he had taken the opportunity available to open up her hair and feel her strands slide through his fingers. He wished he could feel the same tonight.

@Yash, mmmmm I'm loving every bit of it! 😳

bkk.. hmm running to read yash..

The union contd

Geet had finally managed to get out of the wet clothes and had changed into Maan's dry shirt. She didn't know if it was a fresh shirt, but she could feel the lingering scent of Maan in it. As she buttoned herself up, she realized she had a mixed feeling of excitement and apprehension. She couldn't explain that feeling in her stomach but she felt nervous about approaching Maan. The memories of the previous time when they had been stranded similarly came to her mind and she felt hot thinking about how things had almost gone out of control that night. She slowly tiptoed her way towards Maan.

Maan attempted to arrange the logs of wood and twigs he had collected together, so as to build a fire. As he put the pieces of wood together, Geet observed the way his wide shoulders bent as his arms flexed in movement. The lines made by the muscles of his arms as they flexed were perfect and smooth. Geet's gaze moved down his torso to his abdomen as she drank in the sight of his muscles cutting sharp edges through his skin. His head was bent in concentration as he struck the match stick to light the fire. As the fire slowly came to life, the dancing flames cast a golden hue on his skin, highlighting the slickness building up on his body due to the thin film of perspiration. Geet felt the need to reach out and feel his skin against her fingers. Instinctively, she curled her toes against the ground, in an attempt to resist the feeling causing some the dried leaves to rustle against her toes.

Yash.......☺️..NOT...come on...do IT DO IT.....take it farther....u know u want to 🤣