" Mera lund toh kabse tere chut ke liye taiyyaar tha," he growled, his breath hot against her ear, the words sending a shiver down her spine. The room was a whirlwind of sensations: the scent of sweat and sex, the feel of his body pressing down on hers, the sound of their ragged breaths intermingling. Each thrust was more relentless than the last, her body trembling beneath him as he claimed her with a ferocity that left no room for escape. Her hands, still pinned above her head, clawed at the sheets, desperate for an anchor in the storm that raged around them. Manav's hands roamed her body, leaving no part untouched, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.

( English translation- "My dick has been ready for your vagina for a long time." )