Adultery Bound by Storm: Urvashi's Journey into Forbidden

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waiting....

[untamable_rohini]

Ok, will post the update tonight. Give some images for reference.

[abcturbine]

great to hear from you....
eagerly waiting....

[mahamatherchod]

waiting

[untamable_rohini]

Removing this version, will put a better one tonight. Sorry guys for this glitch.

[abcturbine]

Superb....
Simply erotic.....
Thanks for continuation.....

[mahamatherchod]

super,after a long time, please give regular update

[untamable_rohini]

[Blackdick11]

She's got a delicious ass, man.
After getting pounded by Zaid, still looking fresh.

[untamable_rohini]

As they arrived at the tailor's shop, Pallavi stepped out of the car gracefully, her vibrant presence drawing the attention of everyone around. Zaid couldn't help but admire how effortlessly she carried herself.
Inside the tailor's shop, they were greeted by the tailor, a skilled craftsman who had been entrusted with creating Pallavi's perfect lehenga. He began taking meticulous measurements, his tape measure gliding smoothly over Pallavi's figure.
Zaid, standing nearby, couldn't resist the opportunity to tease Pallavi. With a mischievous twinkle in his eyes and a playful grin, he leaned in and whispered, "You know, Pallavi, I think the tailor might have the best job in the world right now. Getting to measure you up like this must be quite the privilege."
Pallavi, caught off guard by Zaid's playful remark, blushed slightly but didn't miss a beat. She shot back with a sly smile, "Well, I suppose he's lucky, but not as lucky as the person who gets to take me on more adventures like this."
Their banter continued as the tailor worked diligently, both of them enjoying this playful moment amidst the more formal surroundings of the shop. Once the measurements were complete, Pallavi thanked the tailor, and as they left the tailor's shop, Pallavi decided to add a bit of intrigue to their adventure. She leaned over to Zaid with a mischievous glint in her eyes and said, "You know, Zaid, I think we have a little more time to ourselves than we initially thought. How about we extend our journey and make it even more unforgettable?"
Zaid, intrigued by Pallavi's suggestion, raised an eyebrow. "Oh? What do you have in mind, Pallavi?"
With a secretive smile, Pallavi explained her plan. "I just spoke with the tailor, and he mentioned that it'll take him about an hour to finish up with my lehenga. But, here's the twist.”
Pallavi dialed Urvashi's number and put on her best acting skills. "Hey, Urvashi! So, it turns out that the tailor has a lot of work to do, and he said it's going to take more than two hours to finish my lehenga. I know it's a bit of a wait, but we have to."
On the other end of the line, Urvashi's voice registered mild disappointment but understanding. "Alright, Pallavi, I get it. Just make sure you get it done perfectly, okay? And don't forget to send me pictures of that lehenga before leaving.
Pallavi assured her sister that they would be careful and promised to keep her updated. As she hung up the call, she couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. Their little ruse had bought them extra time for their adventure, and Zaid was more than ready to make the most of it. She asked Zaid if he was hungry? And he said, "I can eat." They headed to a nearby rooftop restaurant of a 5 star hotel, and Pallavi's smile shone brighter than the stars.
While entering Zaid in a moment of excitement he blurted, "Do you want to relax in the hotel room?"
She blushed and saw what was coming and she was ready for it. She took a deep breath and said, "I can relax anywhere."
It was clear that he wanted her and she knew that she could say no at any time, but she wasn't going to. Zaid booked a room and as they were moving in the elevator, her heart was beating like a drum. She is going to get married in 3 days and she is now checking in a room with a different man.
He had booked a luxury room with a stunning view of the city. When the door closed behind them, Zaid wasted no time in setting the mood. Soft, ambient lighting bathed the room in a warm glow, casting dancing shadows on the elegant decor.
Pallavi couldn't deny the electric tension in the air. She was about to embark on an unexpected adventure, one that felt both exhilarating and slightly forbidden. With every step deeper into the room, her heart raced faster, and her anticipation grew.
Zaid, ever the gentleman, approached her with a confident yet gentle demeanor. He took her hand in his and led her to the large, floor-to-ceiling window that offered a breathtaking view of the city lights. The skyline twinkled like a sea of stars, mirroring the sparkles in Pallavi's eyes.
Their hands still entwined, Zaid turned to Pallavi and said, "You know, Pallavi, life has a way of surprising us, and tonight is one of those moments. I want this evening to be about us, about this connection we share."
Pallavi, feeling the sincerity in Zaid's words, smiled warmly. "Zaid, I agree. This is an adventure, a chapter in my life that I never expected. But sometimes, the unexpected can be the most beautiful thing."
Their conversation flowed effortlessly, filled with laughter, shared stories, and moments of vulnerability. It was as if time had slowed down, allowing them to truly connect. He pressed her against the wall, his lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss. His hands roamed her body, exploring every inch of her and eliciting shivers of pleasure.
The feeling of his hands on her bare skin was intoxicating, and she surrendered to the sensation, her inhibitions falling away. As their embrace deepened, the world outside the window seemed to fade away, leaving only the pulsating energy between Zaid and Pallavi. The city below continued its nocturnal dance, oblivious to the clandestine affair unfolding high above.
Zaid broke the kiss, his eyes locked onto Pallavi's with an intensity that mirrored the city lights. "Pallavi," he whispered, his voice carrying a blend of desire and sincerity, "there's something about tonight that feels different, something beyond the ordinary."
She looked into his eyes, searching for the unspoken words that lingered between them. The air in the room crackled with a mix of tension and anticipation. Pallavi, caught in the whirlwind of emotions, replied, "Yes, Zaid, it does feel different. It's like we've stepped into a realm where time has its own rules."
As Zaid's fingers traced delicate patterns along Pallavi's skin, he couldn't help but be drawn to the mystery beneath her clothes. In a moment of both desire and curiosity, he looked into Pallavi's eyes and said, "Pallavi, I can't help but wonder about the tattoo you mentioned. Would you show it to me?"
Pallavi hesitated for a moment, a mix of emotions playing on her face. It was a private piece of art, etched on her skin with a story only she knew. Yet, there was a certain vulnerability in the air, an unspoken understanding that this night was about sharing and embracing the unexpected.
With a nod, Pallavi gently took a step back, giving Zaid the space to explore. She unbuttoned her shirt, revealing a delicate piece of ink nestled between the curves of her breasts. The room's ambient lighting cast a soft glow, highlighting the intricate details of the tattoo.
Zaid's eyes lingered on the artwork, appreciating not just the design but the significance it held for Pallavi. "It's beautiful," he whispered, his voice carrying a mix of admiration and reverence.
Zaid's fingers, now dancing along the delicate lines of Pallavi's tattoo, conveyed both an artistic curiosity and a desire for deeper connection. As he traced the existing design, his mind seemed to weave a narrative that extended beyond the boundaries of the ink, envisioning a seamless continuation that encircled her breasts.
"Pallavi," he murmured, his touch feather-light, "what if we extended this design? Imagine a delicate swirl, intertwining with the current pattern, a symbol of the moments we're creating tonight."
Pallavi, caught between the pleasure of his touch and the allure of his proposal, felt a tingling excitement. She nodded, granting him permission to embellish the canvas of her skin. Zaid's fingers continued their dance, sketching an intricate extension that mirrored the elegance of the original tattoo.
As the new design took shape, Zaid's movements became purposeful, each stroke reflecting not just artistic creativity but a shared expression of intimacy. The room, bathed in the soft glow of ambient light, witnessed the collaboration of two souls creating a visual testament to their fleeting connection.
The extension circled her breasts with a gentle embrace, symbolizing the intertwining paths of their lives on this unexpected night. Zaid, immersed in the moment, spoke with a hushed intensity, "It's like our own secret language, Pallavi, a silent promise etched in ink."
Pallavi, looking down at the evolving masterpiece on her skin, couldn't help but smile. "It's more than I could have imagined, Zaid. A blend of spontaneity and artistry, just like tonight."
Zaid's hands, now intimately acquainted with the canvas of Pallavi's skin, traced the delicate lines of the extended tattoo, the touch conveying both appreciation and a growing sense of connection. As his fingers moved along the contours of the design, he couldn't help but acknowledge the unique beauty of Pallavi's form.
"Pallavi," he murmured, his voice a gentle caress, "your skin is like poetry, soft and inviting. Each curve tells a story, and tonight, we're adding a new chapter."
Pallavi, feeling a blend of vulnerability and excitement, met his gaze. The room seemed to pulse with the shared energy between them, and she offered a small, appreciative smile. "Zaid, this is certainly an unexpected turn of events, but I can't deny the thrill of it."
Zaid's fingers continued their dance, moving along the contours of her breasts with a delicate touch. As he traced the design, he spoke with a quiet intensity, "Your body is a canvas, Pallavi, and I'm honored to be a part of this creation.”
The air in the room crackled with a newfound intensity as Zaid, guided by a mixture of desire and spontaneity, traced the contours of the extended tattoo with his tongue. His movements were deliberate, each touch adding a layer of sensuality to the evolving masterpiece on Pallavi's skin.
Pallavi, caught in the whirlwind of sensations, felt a shiver running down her spine. The warmth of Zaid's breath and the wet trail left by his tongue created a heady mix of pleasure and anticipation. She bit her lower lip, a silent acknowledgment of the unexpected turn their night had taken.
Zaid's movements were slow and deliberate, his tongue following the imaginary lines of the design with an artist's precision. The room seemed to pulse with the rhythm of their shared exploration, a dance of intimacy that transcended the boundaries of words.
As Zaid continued his tactile journey, he looked up, locking eyes with Pallavi. There was a raw intensity in that gaze,
"Pallavi," Zaid whispered, his voice husky, "tonight is about embracing the unexpected, about savoring every moment. Let this be a memory we create together, a testament to the passion that exists in the spaces between the known and the unknown."
Pallavi, breathless and entranced, could only nod in response, Zaid, feeling the pulsating energy in the room, slowly and deliberately removed the remaining piece of clothing, revealing Pallavi's red bra. The air seemed to crackle with anticipation as the atmosphere between them became charged with a mix of vulnerability and desire.
With the red bra now removed, Zaid's hands resumed their exploration, tracing the design on Pallavi's bare skin. His touch was both gentle and possessive, fingers gliding along the lines of the extended tattoo. As he moved his hands, he began to explain the significance of each curve and swirl.
"Pallavi," he began, his voice a low murmur, "this design, it's like a visual symphony. The way it extends across your breasts, creating a delicate dance of patterns, and then continues onto your back. It's not just ink on skin; it's a narrative of tonight, a story that unfolds with every touch."
Zaid's fingers followed the path of the tattoo, his explanation merging with the tactile exploration. "Here, the swirl represents the spontaneity of the moment, the unexpected turns that brought us here. And this intricate pattern, it symbolizes the depth of connection we're forging."
Pallavi, feeling the warmth of Zaid's hands and the weight of his words, listened intently.
"As we move towards your back," Zaid continued, his fingers delicately tracing the lines, "it signifies the journey, the steps we've taken together. The twists and turns, the highs and lows, all captured in this evolving masterpiece."
As Zaid and Pallavi continued to share this intimate exploration, the room witnessed a gradual unveiling. Zaid, in a deliberate and sensual dance, removed his jeans, revealing a vulnerability that mirrored Pallavi's own exposed state. Her jeans followed suit, leaving them both standing in the soft glow of the ambient light, bared to each other in the most intimate of ways.
With a shared understanding, Zaid's hands resumed their slow and purposeful movements, tracing lines on Pallavi's now bare legs and thighs. His touch, feather-light, left a trail of sensation in its wake
"Pallavi," Zaid murmured, his voice a gentle caress, "your skin is like poetry, every curve and contour a stanza in the story of tonight. Let these moments be etched not only in ink but in the very essence of us."
As his hands moved along her legs, Zaid's touch conveyed both reverence and desire. The room, now a sacred space for their shared intimacy, seemed to expand and contract with the ebb and flow of their connection. Zaid's fingers traced intricate patterns on Pallavi's bare thighs,
Zaid delicately removed the last piece of clothing, Pallavi stood before him in the ethereal glow of the ambient light, adorned in her natural beauty.
Her skin, illuminated by the soft light, glowed with a radiance that spoke of the upcoming celebration. The anticipation of becoming a bride added a unique luminescence to her form, casting a spell on the room that mirrored the magic of the night.
Zaid, captivated by the sight before him, took a moment to appreciate the absolute blemishless canvas that lay in front of him. There was a certain sacredness to this moment, as if time itself had paused to witness the unfolding of an intimate ceremony.
"Pallavi," Zaid whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of admiration and tenderness, "you're exquisite. Tonight, you're not just preparing to be a bride; you're a living embodiment of beauty and vulnerability."
The absence of any body hair only accentuated the smoothness of Pallavi's skin, creating a canvas that seemed to invite touch and exploration. Zaid's hands, guided by a gentle reverence, traced invisible lines on her now exposed body,
The air in the room was charged with a palpable tension as Zaid, guided by a combination of desire and artistic intent, delicately moved Pallavi's legs to reveal the hidden canvas beneath. The soft glow of ambient light cast a warm halo around them, creating an intimate stage for the continuation of their shared desire. As her legs parted, revealing her beautiful clean shaved pink pussy, Zaid's fingers traced the lines of the extended imaginary tattoo with a slow and purposeful movement Pallavi, caught in the rhythm of their shared moment, felt a heightened sense of vulnerability and liberation. Zaid's touch lingered, extending the design to new territories, mapping uncharted paths on the landscape of Pallavi's body.
As Zaid continued his creative journey, Pallavi, with closed eyes, surrendered to the sensations that enveloped her. The room pulsed with the energy of their connection, a heady blend of passion and intimacy.
Pallavi's skin, glistening under the soft light, was a living portrait of eroticism, every curve and contour an invitation to touch and taste. Zaid, immersed in the moment, traced the intricate design with a singular focus, his touch conveying both reverence and a growing need.
The air in the room grew thicker, charged with a palpable tension. Pallavi, lost in the heady sensation, felt her heart rate increase and her breath become shallow. Zaid's fingers, moving in delicate circles, continued their exploration, creating a map of unspoken desire on the canvas of Pallavi's body. He placed his lips on her pussy slowly, savoring the first taste. The room, a sanctuary for their shared passion, echoed with a sigh of contentment.
As Zaid's tongue began its own sensual exploration, Pallavi's breath hitched, a visible reaction to the intensity of the moment. She arched her back, offering herself up to the exquisite pleasure, her body a willing participant in the dance of intimacy.
Zaid's hands, now moving along Pallavi's waist and back, completed the circuit of sensation, adding a tactile dimension to the erotic experience. The air in the room seemed to crackle with the electricity of their shared energy.
With each stroke, Zaid's tongue moved deeper into Pallavi's depths, drawing out a mixture of emotions and responses. She gasped, a sound filled with both pleasure and vulnerability, her body responding instinctively to the delicious sensations.
As Zaid's fingers moved in tandem with his tongue, tracing delicate patterns on Pallavi's skin, she shivered, a visible response to the heady combination of stimulation. Her hips bucked, a silent request for more.
Zaid's hand reached her face, turning it to his, and they locked eyes. In that moment, there was an unspoken understanding between them, an acknowledgment of the shared intensity and the desire for release. With a gentle yet purposeful motion, Zaid turned Pallavi around and bent her over, positioning her body in a position of surrender and anticipation.
Zaid, with his hands gripping Pallavi's waist, gently guided her into the perfect position, ensuring that she would experience maximum pleasure. He leaned over, his breath hot against her ear.
"Pallavi, this is about you. I want to make you feel good. I want to give you what you deserve."
With those words, Zaid resumed his sensual journey, his fingers now tracing the contours of her inner thighs. With every touch, he sent shivers of pleasure through Pallavi's body, a heady combination of anticipation and desire. As his hands moved closer to her core, she moaned softly, a sound filled with need.
Zaid's fingers, now circling the delicate folds of her pussy, were a promise of pleasure, a foreshadowing of the orgasm that would soon overtake her. His voice, low and husky, carried a note of urgency, an understanding of the momentous occasion that they were sharing.
"Pallavi, this is a gift, a chance to create a memory that will last a lifetime. Tonight, we're writing a story that's unique to us, one that will remain imprinted in our minds forever."
His words were a seductive melody, a whispered invitation to surrender. Pallavi, caught in the web of sensation, could only nod in response, her body speaking the language of desire.
Zaid's fingers, now slipping inside her warm pussy, began their delicate dance, creating a symphony of pleasure. His strokes were slow and deliberate, drawing out the experience for them both.

[abcturbine]

Wonderful.....
Superb.....

[Blackdick11]

Incredible effort

Damn, Zaid is one lucky bastard.
Not only did he bang the bride-to-be's sis, but now he's banging the bride herself too.

[Kamuk Insaan]

wow, it's seriously impressive. 
writing is top-notch, like mind-blowingly good! it's like each scene is written with that erotic literature vibe.

[abcturbine]

Sensational.....
Eagerly waiting for continuation.....

[mahamatherchod]

update

[untamable_rohini]

The room, bathed in the soft glow of ambient light, was witness to their shared moment, a testimony to the power of desire. As the tension grew, Pallavi's hips moved in tandem with Zaid's fingers, a silent plea for release.
Zaid, attuned to her needs, increased the tempo of his strokes, sending ripples of ecstasy through her body. His free hand traced the contours of her back, adding another layer of sensation. The air, thick with the scent of desire, crackled with electricity.
With each passing moment, their bodies moved in sync, the rhythm of pleasure growing more intense. Zaid's fingers, now curled and reaching deep inside her, created a cascade of ecstasy, pushing Pallavi closer to the edge.
The room, pulsing with the beat of their hearts, was a temple for their passion, a sanctuary for their shared intimacy. As Pallavi's hips rocked back and forth, her body a vessel for pleasure, Zaid's fingers continued their relentless pursuit, she was holding the bedsheets tightly
The pressure, building with each passing moment, reached a fever pitch. Pallavi, caught in the throes of an approaching orgasm, moaned, her voice a mix of anticipation and urgency. Zaid, sensing the inevitability of the moment, increased the tempo of his strokes, sending waves of ecstasy through Pallavi's body. With a final gasp, Pallavi, reached her climax, the explosion of pleasure reverberating through her body. Zaid, witnessing Pallavi's ecstasy, smiled, a mixture of pride and admiration on his face.
As the aftershocks subsided, the room settled into a peaceful quiet, the only sound the gentle rustling of sheets. Zaid and Pallavi, wrapped in each other's arms, looked at each other with a sense of lust, Zaid held her hand and put on his cock, "You know, Pallavi, I never said I'm done. You're ready for a real ride."
Zaid pulled her close, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that conveyed both passion and possession. Pallavi, still caught in the haze of pleasure, responded eagerly, her body eager for more. As their tongues intertwined, their hands explored, moving along the curves and contours of each other's bodies.
With every touch, the fire of desire burned brighter, an inferno of need and want. The air in the room crackled with energy, and the tension mounted.
Zaid, his voice husky and full of intent, broke the kiss. "Pallavi, this is a memory I'll cherish. We're creating something that will stay with us, even as our paths continue on their diverging ways."
Pallavi, lost in the intensity of the moment, nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. The air in the room felt charged, electric.
Zaid's hands traced the contours of her face, lingering on her cheekbones. He leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that conveyed a mixture of reverence and possession. Pallavi, her body responding instinctively, melted into the kiss, her fingers curling. He leaned in and spread her legs and looked at her pussy "Lovely" he said and brought his cock near her mouth, and she immediately asked about the foreskin not there and he said "I am a '. man, I was circumcised when I was a baby. My foreskin is gone. You can't pull it back." She replied, "Okay, let's do this."
He positioned his cock in her mouth and began sliding it in and out, gently fucking her mouth. She sucked, and he groaned. It felt so good. The warmth of her mouth and the suction she was creating were amazing. He looked down at her, his eyes dark with desire, and watched his cock disappear into her mouth.
Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, teasing him. He moaned, and his hips jerked. His cock slipped out of her mouth, and she giggled. "I like the sounds you make," she said.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, and then guided his cock back into her mouth. She opened wide, taking him as deep as she could. His eyes fluttered closed, and he bit his lip, savoring the sensations. She was a goddess.
His fingers tangled in her hair, and he gently guided her head as she sucked his cock. "You're so fucking good at this," he breathed. She hummed, the vibrations sending shockwaves through his body. He was rock hard and wanted to enter her pussy so badly. He felt her wetness, her readiness. He slid his fingers inside her, and she moaned, her hips bucking against his hand.
"Your pussy is so tight," he growled. He was so turned on, and he needed to be inside her. Now.
She pulled away, releasing his cock from her mouth. She looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire.
"I need you inside me," she said, her voice husky, "put on the condom"
"I don't have any" he replied
"What? How could you not bring a condom? Are you crazy?"
"It's fine, we'll figure it out."
"No, it's not fine. I can't believe you."
"Hey, don't be like that. I didn't expect to get laid tonight"
"You never know when it might happen. You should always be prepared."
"Yeah, well, I wasn't planning on having sex with you."
"You didn't plan it? But you agreed to come here with me."
"Well, yeah, but I thought we were just going to hang out."
"Hang out? We're not in college anymore. We're adults. This is a date."
"It's a date?, you're getting married to someone else in 2 days and this is a date?"
"we are not doing this without condom"
"I'll pull out on time, please"
"pull out? No way. You think I'm going to take that chance?
"Pallavi, I can't wait any longer. Let's have some fun. It's fine, I'll pull out before I cum"
"Pull out? What are you, in high college? No way. You should have been more responsible. Why didn't you bring a condom?"
"Come on, Pallavi, you're killing the mood."
She got up and started picking her clothes "Let's go to resort, we are already late"
"Pallavi, we can finish our unfinished work."
"I told you no. Come on, get dressed."
He pulled her close and kissed her neck "Come on, Pallavi. Let's finish this."
"Stop, I can't."
He pulled her closer and whispered in her ear, "We're not finished yet. We can still have a great time together. We're two consenting adults. No one has to know."
"No, we can't. This is wrong. We have to stop."
He cupped her chin and kissed her. "Please, Pallavi. I want you so badly. Just a little longer."
"No. No. It's not right."
"I can't stop thinking about you. Your scent. Your taste. Your body. I have to have you. Just a little longer. Please. I'm begging you."
"No. I'm leaving."
He held her hand and kissed it. "Please, Pallavi. Give me one more chance. I'll make it worth your while." She threw his hand away and got up.
Zaid grabbed his hand and pinned her on bed. "I want to finish what we started."
"What the fuck are you doing?"
"Just a little longer."
"Fuck off."
He held her hands above her head and kissed her.
"Please, Pallavi."
"No. We can't. You have to let me go."
"We're not finished yet. I'll make you feel so good."
"No. Stop." He spread her legs and bring his cock closer.
"No, don't!"
He penetrates her and begins thrusting.
"No. Stop. Stop. Please."
"You're so fucking tight. Fuck."
"Please, stop." He kissed her and grabbed her boobs, she stopped resisting and starts responding to his moves.
"Fuck, you feel so good." He kissed her and held her hands.
"You're a fucking monster."
"A fucking monster with a big cock. That's what you like, isn't it?"
"I hate you."
"I love you."
"I fucking hate you."
"You can't say no to my cock."
"I hate you."
"Say no and I'll stop."
"Stop."
"No, you don't mean it."
"Yes, I do. I want you to stop."
"Then say no again."
"No."
"No?"
"No, I don't want you to stop."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure."
"You don't seem very sure."
"Yes, I'm sure, just fuck me harder”
He kissed her and began fucking her harder. She moaned, and he kissed her again. He grabbed her boobs from his left hand and inserted his finger in her mouth with his right hand. Her hands are now free and scratching his back. The sound of his strokes are filling the room and with every thrust a squeal leaves from pallavi's mouth. Although she was not a virgin but her previous experiences were no way closer to the sensation she is feeling now and fact that she is going to get married in couple of days was igniting her further.
His thrusts became more powerful, and he was moaning. She was breathing heavily, and her eyes were rolled back. She was gripping the bedsheets, and her legs were wrapped around his waist. He was sweating, and his muscles were flexing. Partial reflection of their bodies on the window glass was making him more animalistic and he stopped to change the pose and placed her on her four. Her boobs are hanging and he is now squeezing them and pounding her pussy from behind.
The bed is creaking and he is groaning. Pallavi is biting the pillow to control her loud moans and her face is getting red. Zaid is breathing heavily, and his hands are gripping her ass. She is moving her hips to match his rhythm. He is grunting and sweating. They are both lost in the moment, and the pleasure is overtaking them.
"Oh my God," he said, gritting his teeth. "You feel so fucking good."
"Keep going," she urged. "Don't stop."
"I'm not going to last much longer," he said, his voice strained.
"It's okay," she said. "Just keep going."
He was breathing heavily, and his hands were gripping her hips. She was moving her hips to match his rhythm, and her face was pressed against the bed. Her ass was in the air, and her pussy was tightening around his cock. He was grunting, and his muscles were flexing. He was close to climaxing.
"Come for me," she whispered.
He leaned forward, and his hands reached for her shoulders. He was thrusting harder, and his cock was buried deep inside her. He was moaning, and his movements were becoming erratic.
"Come for me," she repeated. "Come inside me."
"I can't," he said. "I'm going to cum."
"I want you to," she said. "I want you to cum inside me."
He was breathing heavily, and his cock was pulsing inside her. His hands were gripping her shoulders, and his face was buried in her hair. His thrusts were becoming more frantic, and he was moaning.
"Oh God," he said. "Oh fuck."
Zaid said "You were hell bent for wearing a condom few minutes ago, now you want me to cum inside?"
She didn't respond, she was too lost in the moment.
"Pallavi" he says, "I am going to cum inside you."
She is nodding and biting the pillow. Her eyes are squeezed shut, and her face is red.
Zaid's body is shaking, and his grip is tightening.
"Oh fuck," he says. "Oh God."
He is grunting, and his muscles are flexing.
"Come inside me," she says.
His cock is pulsing, and his movements are erratic.
"Come inside me," she repeats.
"I'm going to cum," he says. He starts filling her pussy with his seed.
"Oh my God," she says, her voice muffled.
Zaid's body is shaking, and his cock is pulsing.
"That was amazing," she says, turning around to face him. "Never had this feeling before"
"It was good, wasn't it?"
"You're a beast," she says, laughing.
"So are you."
They kiss, and Zaid holds her close and puts his lips on boobs and starts sucking it, "I can't get over these marvelous piece"
She laughs and pushes him away playfully.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing," she says, smiling.
He reaches out and grabs her breast, massaging it.
"Zaid, no," she says, but her tone is playful. "We're already very late"
Zaid was hard again in no time, even he was amazed by how his body is responding to Pallavi's beauty.
"Zaid, stop. We have to get going."
"Pallavi, I'm a beast and you are a goddess, how can I leave without a complete experience."

[abcturbine]

Amazing.....
Erotic and chilling hot.....

[ricah43165]

I really loved the update, it was soooo fucking HOT.

[Blackdick11]

Zaid is in beast mode.

there's no point resisting, It's better pallavi surrender herself.

even if both get late, she will find excuses to tell urvashi. she's good at it.

Unlike zaid last make out with urvashi, this time he made out with pallavi very differently, a bit more wild & more passionately.

[mahamatherchod]

update