Manik Malhotra stood at the edge of the glittering business gala, his tailored suit doing little to mask the boredom of his sham marriage to Alia. Their union was a family alliance fueled by rare, raw encounters that left him empty. Then she entered—Nandini Murthy, a vision of bold curves and confident stride from a rival empire. Their eyes locked across the room, and an intense spark ignited. "You look like trouble in heels," Manik said, approaching with his signature arrogance. Nandini smirked, sipping her champagne. "And you look like a man who's forgotten how to play. Married, I hear?" Their banter sparked: "Does that scare you?" he challenged. "Hardly. It just means I won't be gentle with your ego," she fired back wittily. Tension built as they slipped to a private lounge, her hand boldly grazing his. Clothes shed in a frenzy; Manik's cock hardened instantly under her touch. "You're dripping already," he growled, fingers exploring her wet pussy. Nandini pushed him down, strong and unyielding. "Show me what that arrogant mouth can do," she demanded, guiding him into a passionate blowjob that had him panting. He flipped her, thrusting hard into her ass and pussy, both sweating and horny as she rode him possessively. "Don't hold back—I'm not Alia," she teased between moans. They came together in explosive cum, bodies slick and satisfied. Yet as they dressed, Nandini's parting glance promised this was only the beginning of his obsession.
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