**Inside Aishaâs live stream**
The moment Rohit stepped into the frame, the chat exploded with disappointment.
[boy69: Patient? Bro canât even move his arm properly đ]
[cultured_sect_master: Damn... we got hyped for nothing.]
[WhiteGhost: I knew it. Total let down. Send him back.]
Aishaâs eyes widened behind her purple mask as she quickly glanced at the scrolling comments. Her voice turned worried.
"Guys... wait.."
Before she could finish, Rohit casually walked forward, his smug smile visible even under the mask.
He opened his sling and raised his bandaged left hand and gave a light wave to the camera, then sat comfortably on the edge of the bed like he owned the room, clutching his fingers.
The chat slowly realized..
[boy69
:
Ohhh... itâs cosplay! Not a real injury. Nice twist đ]
[turkishcock
:
As long as his dick works, we donât give a fuck about the arm.]
[Indianrealman
:
Dagger chops the melon or drops on it... result is the same bro đ„]
[HabibiArabia
:
Kiss her first! Then make her sit on your lap and smooch her properly!]
Aisha giggled shyly, covering her mouth with both hands, clearly enjoying how the audience was roasting Rohit.
Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she looked at him and cutely extended both arms.
"Take me, brother~"
Rohit didnât hesitate. He stood, scooped her up in a princess carry with his right arm, and sat back down with Aisha now sideways on his lap.
She closed her eyes, parted her glossy lips, and shyly poked her tongue out in invitation.
Rohit claimed her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss.Their tongues tangled wetly as he gripped her waist tightly. Aisha melted into him, moaning softly while wrapping her arms around his neck.
While devouring her lips, he grabbed the front of her tied crop top and yanked it down. One heavy, oiled breast spilled out. His bandaged left hand immediately cupped the soft flesh, squeezing possessively as his thumb flicked her stiff nipple.
"mmmphh"
Aisha whimpered into his mouth but didnât pull away. Instead, she pressed her own hand over his.
When they finally broke apart, a thick string of saliva stretched between their lips. Aisha was panting, face flushed crimson.
Rohit smirked darkly. With one casual tug, he loosened the towel around his waist. It fell away completely.
His massive, thick cock sprang out, rock-hard and throbbing. It pressed hot and heavy against Aishaâs bare thighs, the sheer size and heat making her breath hitch sharply.
She could feel it twitching against her skin, only a thin strip of her panties separating her soaked pussy from his length.
Before she could even process it, Rohit lowered his head and captured her exposed nipple in his mouth. He sucked on it greedily, tongue swirling around the sensitive bud, occasionally grazing it with his teeth.
Plop!
He released her nipple with a wet, obscene sound. Aisha couldnât hold back her yelp that escaped her lips.
Her face burned with embarrassment. She quickly averted her eyes from the camera, biting her lip as shame and arousal warred inside her.
The chat went wild:
[boy69: HOLY SHIT WHAT A KISS đ„đ„]
[HabibiArabia: Wallah! That was pure fire! Take my tips bro!!!]
[dirtyoldman: Interesting pair... ]
[turkishcock: Bro is PACKING heavy. Respect đ]
[booboolover: That titty pop was insane omg]
A flurry of token notifications rang out one after another as tips flooded in.
Only then did Aisha snap back into her camgirl persona. She stood up from Rohitâs lap, pretending to adjust the camera while deliberately bending forward, giving the viewers a perfect view of her curves.
"Now, now~ Thank you so much for the tips, my loves," she said sweetly, still slightly breathless. "Letâs complete todayâs mission together, okay? Help me reach the goal, pretty please~"
She quickly set the daily mission on screen. A bright timer appeared, counting down from [5:00 minutes], along with a token progress bar.
Meanwhile, in the dusty warehouse, Victor was fuming.
He had been frantically trying to type messages exposing Aisha and Rohit , calling her a whore, revealing their real identities, and badmouthing the entire show , but every attempt failed with the same cold error:
[Parsing Error 203: Message Blocked.]
He even tried from his laptop. Same result. The platformâs moderation was unusually strict tonight.
Victor leaned back in frustration, running a hand through his hair. But when Aisha announced the daily mission, a cruel smile returned to his face.
Good. At least Iâll get my private show soon.
He knew the rules of âXtremeChatLiveâ very well. Every model had to complete a compulsory 5-minute public broadcast and collect â2,000 tokensâ before unlocking private shows. Only after crossing that threshold would the stream get mass exposure and move to higher tiers.
Aisha activated the mission. The token bar appeared.
In just 45 seconds, the bar was completely filled.
Aishaâs eyes widened behind her mask in pure disbelief. Her mouth fell open as the notification flashed:
[Ding! Daily Mission Complete!]
She had been doing shows for months, but the bar had never filled this fast. She had only managed to cross it twice before , both times thanks to WhiteGhostâs heavy tipping.
"W-what...?" she whispered, genuinely shocked. A bright, happy smile broke across her face. "Thank you so much, everyone! I canât believe how fast that was!"
Victor, however, was not happy.
His eyes narrowed at the viewer count in the corner of the screen.
â3,847 viewers.â
Just minutes ago it was barely 400. Now it had exploded.
"Fucking hell..." he muttered.
If Aisha cleared all three bonus tiers, he would have to wait nearly one full hour before getting her in private. Tier 1 needed 8k tokens for 15 minutes. Tier 2 needed 16k for 30 minutes. Tier 3 needed 32k for 45 minutes plus a spinning wheel.
His gaze then dropped to Rohitâs exposed cock, still hard and resting against Aishaâs thigh.
8 inches. Thick, veiny, and clearly superior to his own.
Victorâs jaw tightened.
âSo thatâs why... The fucking algorithm is boosting them.â
The system AI often gave partial pre-exposure to streams that had high "visual appeal." A big dick on camera was apparently enough to push them into the algorithmâs good graces.
"Damn algorithm," he cursed, snatching the water bottle and gulping it down angrily, water dripping down his chin.
Aisha clapped her hands together, trying to keep her bubbly camgirl energy alive. "Okay guys~ Time for the first show!"
But the moment her eyes dropped to Rohitâs thick, throbbing cock, her smile froze.
Her throat went dry. Memories of the last time flooded back â the burning stretch in throat, the tears, the way she could barely walk the next day. Her excitement vanished instantly.
Thereâs no way... I canât handle that for an hour.
She quickly turned back to the camera with a nervous giggle. "Just a little me-time, okay? Thirty seconds, no more~"
Grabbing Rohitâs uninjured hand, she urgently pulled him off-camera. The second they were out of frame, her facade shattered.
Her voice dropped to a panicked whisper, hands trembling on his arm. "This is going out of control, Rohit! How am I supposed to do this? Thereâs no way I can take that thing... I canât!"
Rohit placed both hands on her shoulders, trying to steady her. "Relax. Youâre overthinking it. We just need to keep Victor glued to the screen until the police reach the warehouse. Just bear with it for a while. "
Aisha shook her head rapidly, eyes glassy with anxiety. "You donât understand... Even looking at it scares me. Last time it hurt so much. If I embarrass myself in front of everyone, Iâll lose months of work. My entire fanbase will leave!"
Rohitâs patience finally snapped.
Fuck... this nagging bitch. Gentle shit clearly ainât working. Time to remind her whatâs at stake.
He grabbed a fistful of her purple wig and yanked her down, forcing her face inches from his hard cock.
"Look at it," he growled, voice low but filled with cold fury. "Look. This is going inside your throat and your ass tonight whether you like it or not. You can cry, you can shake, you can imagine itâs your favorite snack or a fucking thorn â I donât care. But you âwillâ take it."
Aishaâs eyes watered as she stared at his intimidating length. A broken sob escaped her lips.
Rohit leaned closer, still gripping her hair. "This is your only chance to destroy Victor for good. If you walk out now, donât come crying to me when he starts blackmailing you again. Decide."
He released her hair and walked back to the chair without another word, sitting down like an impatient king waiting for his servant.
Aisha stayed crouched for a few seconds, breathing shakily, tears threatening to ruin her makeup.
Then something shifted in her eyes , a mix of fear, anger, and reluctant resolve.
âI have to take it...â
Her gaze fell on beerâs can kept on hands reach.
She slowly stood up, wiped the corners of her eyes, took a moment and emptied the whole can in one go.
Rohit satisfied, slipped into his "angry brother" character.
"Sister," he ordered, his voice strict and deep. "Get over here right now and take your punishment like a good little slut."
The chat instantly exploded with excitement as the viewers caught on.
[boy69: Wait... angry brother roleplay?! Letâs gooo đ„]
[dirtyoldman: Lmao I thought the little chick got scared and ran off... turns out she was just setting the mood đ]
The live chat went absolutely feral, finally understanding that the entire nervous break was just buildup for this delicious taboo roleplay. Tokens and messages flooded the screen at record speed.
Aisha walked toward him slowly, now wearing only a tiny blue panties that barely contained her curves. With every deliberate step, her plump, oiled ass jiggled enticingly.
She took a full teasing circle around the front of chair, giving the camera a perfect view of her round ass before stopping beside him.
"Iâm sorry, brother..." she said softly, looking genuinely apologetic.
Rohitâs eyes darkened. "Sorry? You think a simple âsorryâ is enough?"
In one swift motion, he yanked her down across his lap. Aisha yelped as her body folded over his thighs, her round, soft breasts squishing against his legs while her ass arched high up in the air, perfectly presented.
SMACK*
His large right hand came down hard on her right ass cheek with a loud clap, leaving a bright red handprint.
"Ahh!" Aisha cried out, her voice a mix of pain and pleasure. "Iâm a bad girl... Punish me, brother!"
SMACK* SMACK*
Two more heavy spanks landed in quick succession, making her juicy ass ripple beautifully. Aisha moaned loudly, her eyes fluttering as she instinctively reached for Rohitâs thick cock, grabbing it like a lifeline. She rubbed her flushed cheek against the hot, veiny shaft, breathing heavily.
Rohit smirked, clearly enjoying her submission. He grabbed the thin string of her bikini bottom and pulled it upward harshly. The fabric dug deep between her soaked pussy lips, forming a tight camel toe as strands of her arousal stretched visibly.
"You dirty little whore," he growled, loud enough for the mic. "Getting this wet just from a few spanks?"
He suddenly tugged her panties to side and plunged two thick fingers straight into her dripping cunt.
Squelch* Squelch* Squelch*
"Aaanhâ!!" Aishaâs eyes widened, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as her body arched violently.
But he kept going, relentless. His fingers pumped harder, curling deep while his thumb rubbed tight circles over her clit.
"Haaah... haaah... brotherâslow down... please!"
Aishaâs moans grew louder and more desperate. Her thighs shook violently as the pressure built unbearably fast.
Her pussy clenched hard around his fingers as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. A clear gush of squirt exploded out, spraying over his hand and dripping down his thighs.
Squirt*
Aishaâs eyes rolled back, tongue hanging out lewdly as she trembled through her climax.
She nearly slipped off his lap, but Rohit quickly caught her with his right arm and pulled her up, turning her to face him.
Seeing her exhaustion, he leaned in, and whispered. "You did so good, baby... Iâve got you."
Aishaâs heart fluttered. For the first time, she looked at him with genuine warmth and desire instead of just fear.
The chat exploded:
[malai_popcorn: WHAT THE FUCK DID WE JUST WITNESS?!]
[pervert_bihari: Bro just made her squirt like a fountain đ]
[HabibiArabia: Habibi! Indian siblings are next level. Take all my tokens!]
[bigblackcock123: She actually squirted. Only by fingers.. holy shit]
Even Victor was stunned. He had again cum on tissue paper. Angrily, he popped a 100mg Viagra tablet and swallowed it with water.
"Fuck thisâIâm not tapping out early," he growled, stroking his cock again. "Letâs see how long you last, you bastard."
Back in the hotel room, Aisha grabbed Rohitâs face with both hands and kissed him , this time on her own, lust and desire. She straddled his lap, pressing her soaked pussy against his throbbing cock.
She glanced back at the camera, eyes glazed with lust, voice breathy and eager as she slowly stroked his massive dick with one hand.
"Letâs start the Big Dick Challenge~"