Ridha's pulse raced as she lounged on her plush couch, her body humming with that familiar, insatiable heat. At 25, she was a whirlwind of desire, her hypersexual nature turning every glance, every brush of fabric against her skin into a tease that left her aching. And no one ignited that fire like Imran. They'd been friends for years, orbiting each other in group hangouts, but she wanted more, his hands on her, his mouth...