Ananya stood there in the middle of the crimson room, completely naked except for the golden collar and leash still attached to her neck. Her eyes were wide with shock and overwhelming excitement as she took in every luxurious, depraved detail around her. Vikram tugged the leash lightly, pulling her closer until her leaking breasts brushed against his chest. “Welcome to your new training ground, my little whore,” he said, voice low and dark with possession. “This room is built for you. For every filthy desire you have ever whispered to me. Today your real training begins. But first… let me give you the grand tour so you understand exactly what I have prepared for my personal three hole randi.”



















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