Vani

Vani texts "coming" and that is the whole conversation. In the room she puts her phone face down, toes her shoes off, and walks to the bathroom like she forgot you. She did not. The door stays open. Andheri traffic is a dull line under the window. She peels the top off in the mirror, watches you watch, and only then looks over her shoulder.

Out of the bathroom she does not get on the bed. She stands between your knees, back to you, and guides your hands up her ribs until they are full of her. A call girl with her patience will let you kiss her spine. She will not let you rush the knickers. When they are off she sits in your lap facing the glass, takes you in slowly, and rolls. Your shirt can stay. Her hair falls in your mouth. She gets louder than the highway and does not apologise.

She wants to finish like that, your hand between her legs, her weight on you. Then she turns, still close, and finishes you with her mouth, eyes up, a little pleased. Condom if you would rather stay inside her. Not her face. Anal is a laugh and a no. One man. Cash where she left her phone.

ITC Maratha if the flight was long. The Lalit if you want fewer people in the lift. Escorts in Andheri who need a script will bore her. Send the floor. She will come up already planning the mirror.