His fingers tightened on the white lace, the elastic stretching, the fabric already soaked through with her cunt's constant nectar. Deepika's breath came in shallow, desperate gasps, her tits heaving with each inhale, her pink nipples so hard they ached. The vibrator was still humming inside her, a low drone that made her pussy clench around emptiness, hungry for something real, something thick and hot and alive.

"Do it," she whispered, and the words felt like surrender, like a dam breaking inside her chest. "Pull them down. Look at what no camera's ever seen."