Ten minutes earlier.
Arya barged into her room, heart pounding, face flushed with a confusing mix of anger and heat.
That bastard… He's getting way too bold these days. What the hell does he think he is?
She shut the door firmly and changed into her light green nightgown under the dim lamp light. Standing in front of the mirror, she barely recognized the girl staring back. Her cheeks were burning red, her nipples stiff and sensitive against the thin fabric, her eyes glassy, and her breathing uneven.
No matter how hard she tried to deny it, she couldn't forget the feeling of Rohit's touch.
She was aching badly.
When she slipped a hand between her thighs, she found herself soaking wet — already dripping, dangerously close to the edge.
No… No. What am I thinking? I don't need him every single time I cum.
Frustrated and desperate, she retrieved her big black dildo from the far corner of her wardrobe, and sat on the bed, spreading her legs wide.
