Adultery Lina - Young Massage Therapist Surrender to Desire

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Chapter 22: Wasim & Jamal (Act 14)


Jamal jolted awake, his heart pounding in his chest. He glanced down at himself and realized his boxers were missing. His mind raced as he tried to piece together what had happened. Did I do something…? He didn’t want to think about it, but as he fumbled under the sheets to find his boxers, he heard a soft, breathy whisper from Lina.

“Rahim… I need you,” she murmured, her voice dripping with longing.
Jamal froze, his eyes darting to her. She was still asleep, her body shifting subtly under the sheets. Her hand moved slowly between her legs, fingers teasing her own sensitive flesh. The sight of her like this, so lost in her own desire, sent a jolt of heat straight to his groin. His cock twitched, hardening almost painfully as he watched her hips roll in response to her own touch.

What do I do? Jamal’s mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. He knew this was wrong, that he shouldn’t be watching her like this. But the way her body moved, the soft moans escaping her lips and it was intoxicating. He felt drawn to her, unable to look away.

With a shaky breath, Jamal reached out, his trembling fingers undoing the ribbon of her bathrobe. He hesitated for a moment before flipping the fabric to the side, exposing her naked body to his gaze. Her breasts were full and heavy, her nipples hardened despite the warmth of the room. His eyes trailed lower, catching the glistening wetness between her legs. It was too much. His cock throbbed, begging for release.

“Lina…” he whispered, his voice barely audible. But she didn’t stir, lost in her dreams.

Feeling bolder, Jamal gently pushed the sheets aside, revealing more of her body. His hands shook as he touched her hip, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist. Still, she didn’t wake. Emboldened by her lack of response, he leaned down, his lips brushing against her nipple. He flicked his tongue over the sensitive bud, savoring the taste of her skin. A soft moan escaped her lips, and Jamal’s heart raced.

He continued to explore her body with his mouth, moving lower, kissing and licking her stomach. The scent of her arousal filled his senses, a heady mix of musk and desire that made him dizzy with need. His lips found their way to her pussy, and he spread her legs gently, his eyes fixed on the glistening folds before him.

Jamal licked her slowly, his tongue exploring every inch of her. She tasted sweet, almost addictive, and he couldn’t get enough. Her hips lifted slightly, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she responded to his touch even in her sleep. Jamal felt a thrill of excitement, knowing he was giving her pleasure even if she wasn’t fully aware of it.

He licked and sucked at her clit, his hands gripping her thighs to keep her open for him. Her moans grew louder, her body writhing as he worked her closer to the edge. Jamal couldn’t hold back any longer.

He needed to feel her, to be inside her. Jamal knew there was no better opportunity to lose his virginity. His heart raced with a mix of excitement and fear, his hands trembling as he positioned himself between Lina’s legs. He felt nervous, unsure of how she would react if she woke up to find him inside her. The thought of breaking her trust after what happened with Wasim earlier that day gnawed at him, but the sight of her like this with her body writhing, her pussy glistening with arousal was too much to resist.

His cock was the hardest it had ever been, throbbing painfully with need. Years of watching porn and heavy masturbation had prepared him for this moment. He had been the butt of jokes among his friends, even ridiculed by Wasim at work for being a virgin. This was his chance to prove himself, to finally know what it felt like to be inside a woman.

Jamal’s breath came in shallow gasps as he lined the tip of his cock with her entrance. He felt ready...ready to enact the lovemaking scenes he had watched in porn videos countless times. Sweat dripped from his brow as he hesitated, his voice barely a whisper. “Sorry, Lina… I couldn’t help myself,” he murmured, more to himself than to her.

With a shaky breath, he pressed forward, the head of his cock breaching her tight, wet folds. The sensation was overwhelming, so much better than anything he had imagined. He paused, letting himself adjust to the incredible warmth and tightness surrounding him.

Lina stirred in her sleep, a soft moan escaping her lips as her hips lifted slightly, encouraging him deeper.

Jamal’s mind raced. This is it. This is really happening. He pushed in further, inch by agonizing inch, savoring every moment. Her pussy clenched around him, her body instinctively responding to his presence. His hands gripped her hips tightly as he buried himself fully inside her, a guttural groan escaping his lips.

For a moment, he stayed still, letting the reality of the moment sink in. He was inside her. The years of waiting, the ridicule, the loneliness, it all melted away in the heat of this one, perfect moment.

Jamal began to move, his thrusts slow and tentative at first, but growing more confident as he lost himself in the rhythm of their bodies.

Lina’s moans grew louder, her body arching into his touch. Jamal felt a surge of pride, knowing he was giving her pleasure even as she slept. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a desperate kiss as he continued to thrust into her, each movement bringing him closer to the edge.

“Lina…” he whispered against her skin, his voice filled with awe and gratitude. “You feel so good.”

“Oh God…” Jamal groaned as he buried himself fully inside her.  He couldn’t help but pick up the pace, his hips moving with more urgency as pleasure overtook him.

Lina’s eyes fluttered open, confusion and shock flickering across her face as she realized what was happening. “Jamal…?” she whispered, her voice trembling.
“Please, Lina,” Jamal begged, his voice desperate. “You feel so good. I need this. I need you.”

Lina’s body tensed, but she didn’t push him away. Her mind was a mess of conflicting emotions with guilt, desire, pleasure all swirling together. “We should stop… this is wrong,” she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. “I’m married… and pregnant…”

But Jamal didn’t stop. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. His hands roamed over her body, squeezing and kneading her breasts as he sucked on her nipples. Lina gasped, her body arching into his touch despite herself. “It’s perfect,” Jamal murmured against her skin. “You’re perfect.”

Lina’s breath came in ragged gasps as Jamal continued to thrust into her. The pleasure was overwhelming, and she couldn’t deny how good it felt to have him inside her. Her fingers gripped the sheets tightly as she tried to fight the sensations coursing through her body, "Jamal.....slow down....".

Jamal groaned, his movements growing more frantic. “I don’t want to cum yet,” he muttered through gritted teeth. “I want my first time to last.”

Lina could feel him getting close, his cock throbbing inside her. “Jamal, wait…” she pleaded, but he ignored her, flipping her onto all fours and threw away her bathrobe. He struggled for a moment, trying to position himself correctly. Lina reached back, guiding him into her with a quiet gasp as he entered her again from behind. The angle was deeper now, and Lina cried out as he began to pound into her with renewed vigor.

“Your pussy is so tight,” Jamal groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly. “And your breasts… they’re incredible.” as his hands reaches to squeeze her huge melons.

Lina blushed at his words, but there was no denying the way they made her feel. She could feel him hitting spots inside her that made her see stars, her body responding in ways she hadn’t thought possible.

Jamal’s thrusts became erratic as he neared his climax. “Lina… I’m gonna cum,” he gasped, his voice strained.
“Don’t hold back,” Lina whispered, surprising herself with the words.
With a final, desperate thrust, Jamal buried himself deep inside her, his cock pulsing as he came. Lina cried out as her own orgasm crashed over her, her body shaking with the force of it.

Jamal collapsed beside her, breathing heavily as he tried to catch his breath. Lina lay there, her mind still reeling from what had just happened. She turned to look at Jamal, who looked both exhausted and relieved.

“Thank you,” Jamal said softly, his voice filled with gratitude. “That meant so much to me.”

Lina sighed, wiping the tears from her eyes. She lay there in silence with the sheets close, the weight of what had just transpired hanging heavy in the air between them. The rain continued to patter softly against the window, a gentle reminder of the storm that had brought them to this moment.

Lina's mind raced, her thoughts a tangled mess of guilt, pleasure, and something else, something she couldn't quite name. She knew she should say something, should address the elephant in the room, but the words wouldn't come.

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Chapter 23: Wasim & Jamal (Act 15)


Jamal sat on the edge of the bed, his head hung low as Lina wrapped herself tightly in the bathrobe. Her sobs were soft, muffled by the fabric as she tried to steady her breathing. Jamal’s hands trembled, and he wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.

“I’m so sorry, Lina,” he whispered hoarsely, his voice cracking. “I… I shouldn’t have crossed that line. I didn’t mean to. It was selfish, and...and I regret it.”

Lina remained silent for a moment, her fingers clutching the robe’s sash. “What’s done is done,” she finally said, her voice barely audible but firm. She turned to face him, her eyes red-rimmed but resolute.

“You’re not like Wasim, Jamal. You’re young, and… you’re just caught up in this mess like I am.”

Jamal let out a long, shuddering sigh, tears spilling down his cheeks. He wiped them away hastily but couldn’t stop the flood of emotion. “Why are you crying?” Lina asked, her tone softening despite herself. She sat down beside him on the bed, the mattress dipping slightly under her weight.

“Because…” Jamal stammered, his voice breaking. “You were so kind, even when I… when I entered you. You didn’t push me away. And now I feel like I’ve betrayed that kindness.”

Lina reached out hesitantly, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Jamal, listen to me. What happened… it wasn’t just you. I missed Rahim. I missed feeling close to someone. I… I let it happen too.”

Jamal’s breath hitched, and he looked at her with wide, tear-filled eyes. “But there’s more,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Something I need to tell you.”
Lina frowned, her grip tightening slightly on his shoulder. “What do you mean, more?”

He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing with the effort. “Wasim… he had a plan from the beginning. He wanted to seduce you, Lina. And he wanted to record it.”
Her eyes widened in shock, and she recoiled slightly. “What? How do you know this?”

Jamal’s tears flowed freely now, and he wiped at them furiously. “Because… because Kartini was behind it. She orchestrated the whole thing.”

Lina froze, her heart pounding in her chest. “Kartini? My friend Kartini? That’s impossible!” Her voice rose in disbelief, and before she could stop herself, her hand shot out, slapping Jamal across the face.

The sharp sound echoed in the room, and Jamal flinched but didn’t move away. “I swear it’s true,” he said, his voice trembling but insistent. He reached for his phone on the nightstand and handed it to her. “Here… look at these screenshots. It’s all there.”

Lina took the phone with shaking hands, her eyes scanning the messages between Kartini and Wasim. Her stomach churned as she read the explicit details of their plan and how they wanted to humiliate her, how they wanted to destroy her reputation. Her heart sank, and she felt like the ground had been ripped out from under her.

“I can’t believe this,” she whispered, her voice hollow. “She’s supposed to be my friend.”

Jamal nodded, his expression pained. “She paid me extra money to take nude pictures of you,” he admitted, his voice barely audible. “She wanted to make them go viral if Wasim’s plan failed. I was supposed to do it tonight.”

Lina’s breath caught in her throat, and she stared at him in horror. “Jamal…”
He shook his head quickly, his hands coming up in a pleading gesture. “But I couldn’t do it, Lina. I couldn’t hurt you like that. I didn’t take any photos. I swear.”

She studied his face for a long moment, searching for any sign of deceit. But all she saw was raw honesty and remorse. Slowly, her anger began to ebb, replaced by a deep, aching sadness. She reached out and gently cupped his cheek, her thumb brushing away his tears.

“You did the right thing,” she said softly. “Even if it meant risking everything for yourself.”

Jamal’s shoulders slumped in relief, and he leaned into her touch ever so slightly. “I don’t care about losing my job or being sent back to my village,” he said quietly. “I just… I couldn’t live with myself if I hurt you.”

Lina sighed and pulled him into a hug, her arms wrapping around him tightly. Jamal hesitated for a moment before returning the embrace, his body trembling against hers.

“We’ll go to the security officer tomorrow,” Lina said firmly, pulling back to look him in the eye. “Together. We’ll make sure Kartini and Wasim pay for what they’ve done.”
Jamal nodded vigorously, his eyes bright with determination. “I’ll be your witness,” he promised. “I’ll tell them everything.”

For a while, they sat in silence, the weight of their shared ordeal pressing down on them. Lina absentmindedly wiped away Jamal’s tears with her sleeve, her thoughts racing.

“Kartini always envied me,” she murmured after a while, more to herself than to Jamal. “Even back when we worked together at the massage parlor. I never realized how much resentment she carried.”

Jamal shifted uncomfortably next to her. “She’s always been jealous of how confident you are,” he said quietly. “And how people are drawn to you.”

Lina sighed again, leaning back on the bed and staring up at the ceiling. “This day could’ve gone so much worse,” she admitted. “But thanks to you, it didn’t.”

Jamal looked down at his hands, his cheeks flushing with shame. “I still feel terrible about what happened between us,” he mumbled.
“Don’t,” Lina said gently, reaching over to squeeze his hand. “It wasn’t just you, Jamal. I let it happen too. And… in a way, you gave me what I needed when Rahim wasn’t here.”

Jamal’s eyes widened in surprise, and he looked at her with a mixture of guilt and something deeper, something that made Lina’s heart skip a beat.

“You don’t hate me?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
“No,” Lina said softly, squeezing his hand again. “I don’t hate you, Jamal.”

They sat there for a moment longer, the tension between them shifting into something softer, something fragile but undeniably real. Jamal hesitated before speaking again, his voice trembling slightly.

“Lina… what happens now?”
She looked at him, her expression thoughtful but tinged with uncertainty. “Now… we figure it out together, one step at a time.”

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Chapter 23: Wasim & Jamal (Act 16)


Jamal took a hesitant step closer to Lina, his eyes downcast, before gently resting his head against her chest. Lina froze for a moment, startled by the unexpected intimacy, but softened as she realized he was seeking genuine comfort. His voice trembled as he began to share his story.

“I’m the youngest of four siblings,” he murmured, his words barely above a whisper. “My mother passed away when I was just two. My father… he’s an alcoholic. He married off my sisters when they were teenagers, and I’ve been the one stuck with him all these years. He’s never been kind to me.”

Lina’s heart ached as she listened, her maternal instincts stirring. She understood now why Jamal was so timid, why he seemed to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. His vulnerability tugged at her in a way she hadn’t anticipated.

Jamal’s voice broke the silence again, this time with a shy compliment. “Your chest… it’s like the softest pillow I’ve ever rested on.” Lina felt her cheeks flush, a mixture of surprise and warmth spreading through her. She could sense his longing, not just for physical comfort but for the love and care he had been denied for so long.

Without thinking twice, Lina undid the tie of her bathrobe, letting it fall open slightly. She hesitated for only a moment before flicking aside the fabric covering her chest, her full breasts now exposed. “It’s all yours for tonight,” she said softly, her voice tinged with both hesitation and resolve. “But please… be gentle.”

Jamal’s eyes widened in shock, then filled with gratitude. He didn’t waste a second, leaning in to press his lips to her skin. His kisses started slow, almost reverent, before he began to suckle at her nipples with increasing urgency. His mouth latched onto her like a starved man, his saliva coating her breasts as he lost himself in the sensation.

Lina bit her lip, trying to stifle a moan as she felt his hardness pressing against her thigh. She wasn’t sure what to do next, but something inside her urged her to give him more.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Lina pulled down Jamal’s boxers, freeing his hardened cock. She hesitated for just a moment before lowering her mouth onto him, her warm lips wrapping around his length.

Jamal let out a shaky breath, his hands trembling as they hovered uncertainly near her head. “Lina… please,” he whispered, his voice tinged with both desire and disbelief.

“Shh,” she murmured, looking up at him through her lashes before taking him deeper. Jamal’s breath hitched as she began to move, her tongue swirling around him in a way that sent jolts of pleasure coursing through his body. He groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair as she sucked harder, her pace increasing. “L..Lina, slow down,” he pleaded, but she didn’t stop. Instead, she took him even further, her throat tightening around him as she deep-throated his cock.

Jamal’s eyes rolled back, overwhelmed by the sensation. ”I can’t believe this is happening,” he thought, his hips involuntarily bucking against her mouth. Lina’s hands gripped his thighs for support as she continued, her own arousal growing with each moan that escaped his lips.

Finally, she pulled away, her lips glistening with saliva. Without a word, she stood and let her bathrobe fall to the floor, revealing her naked body in all its glory. Jamal’s breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight of her, her full breasts, her curvy hips, the delicate swell of her stomach.

She was stunning, and for a moment, he was too awestruck to move.
Lina climbed onto the bed, straddling him as she positioned herself over his throbbing cock. Slowly, she lowered herself onto him, her wetness enveloping him inch by inch. Jamal’s hands immediately found her breasts, squeezing and kneading them as she began to move. Her hips rolled in a slow, deliberate rhythm, driving him wild.

“Lina…” he murmured, his voice thick with need. “Owwhh....You feel… so good.”

She smiled softly, her own breathing growing uneven as she alternated between slow, teasing movements and faster, more intense thrusts. She wanted to prolong this moment, to make it last for both of them.

“Take your time,” she whispered, her fingers brushing against his cheek.
But then Jamal broke the rhythm, his hands stilling on her hips. “Lina…” he said hesitantly, looking up at her with wide eyes. “Can we… can we try something I’ve always dreamed of?”

She tilted her head, curious. “What is it?”
“I… I want to take you from behind,” he admitted, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “But I want to do it standing in front of the mirror. So I can see you… see us.”

Lina hesitated, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks. The idea was both thrilling and intimidating. But seeing the earnestness in his eyes, she nodded slowly. “Okay,” she whispered. “Just… be gentle.”

They got off the bed, and Lina positioned herself in front of the mirror, her heart pounding as she met her own gaze. Jamal stood behind her, his hands resting on her hips. Slowly, he entered her again, his breath hot against her neck. As he began to move, his lips brushed against her skin, leaving soft kisses along her shoulder. His hands roamed to her breasts, squeezing them firmly as he thrust into her.

Lina’s eyes locked onto the reflection in the mirror, watching as their bodies moved together. The sight was electric, and she felt a surge of arousal unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. Jamal’s eyes met hers in the mirror, and he whispered breathlessly, ”I wish you were my wife...I'll take you every night"

The words sent a shiver down her spine. For a moment, she allowed herself to imagine what that would be like to belong to him completely. “For tonight,” she murmured, her voice trembling, “I can pretend.”

Jamal’s pace quickened at her words, his thrusts becoming more intense as he lost himself in the fantasy. ”You’re so tight,” he groaned, his fingers digging into her hips.

The room was filled with their moans, the sound of their bodies coming together echoing off the walls.

Lina could feel him nearing the edge, his rhythm becoming erratic. “Jamal,” she breathed, turning her head to look at him. “Don’t hold back… let go.”

Just as Jamal was teetering on the edge, his thrusts growing frantic, he suddenly pulled out, leaving Lina trembling and breathless. She turned to him, confusion flooding her eyes, but before she could speak, he gently bent her forward, her hands pressing against the cool surface of the mirror.

“Jamal, what are you doing?” she gasped, her voice a mixture of surprise and apprehension.

“Shh,” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. “You’re my wife tonight, remember?”

Lina felt a shiver run down her spine as his hands gripped her hips firmly. She tried to protest, but her words caught in her throat when she felt his tongue trace a fiery line down the curve of her ass. He circled her tight entrance teasingly, sending jolts of unexpected pleasure through her body.

“Jamal, please…what are you...,” she begged, her voice soft and shaky.
“Relax, Lina,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. “You promised me this. Just let go.”

She clenched her fists against the mirror as his fingers joined his tongue, probing gently at first, then more insistently. Lina bit her lip to stifle a moan, her body betraying her resolve. Despite her protests, a wave of electrifying sensation washed over her, and she couldn’t help but arch into his touch.

Jamal took that as his cue. Positioning himself behind her, he guided the tip of his hard cock to her asshole, pressing against the tight ring of muscle. Lina gasped, her nails scbanging against the mirror as he eased himself inside her, inch by excruciating inch.

“Oh God,” she whimpered, her body tensing against the unfamiliar fullness.
“You’re so tight,” Jamal groaned, his hands gripping her hips even tighter. He paused for a moment, allowing her to adjust, before he began to move. Slowly at first, then with increasing urgency, he thrust into her, each movement sending ripples of pleasure and pain through her body.

Lina’s breasts swayed with the rhythm of his thrusts, and Jamal reached around to cup them, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh as he continued to pound into her. She could see their reflection in the mirror of her flushed face, his determined expression and the sight only heightened the intensity of the moment.

“Jamal…” she moaned, her voice trembling. “I can’t… it’s too much…”
But he didn’t stop. Instead, he leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back as he whispered into her ear, “You’re taking me so well, Lina. You’re mine tonight, all mine.”

His words sent a shiver down her spine, and despite herself, she felt a surge of arousal building deep within her. Jamal’s thrusts became faster, harder, driving her closer to the edge of something she couldn’t quite name.

Please… slow down,” she begged between moans, her voice trembling with a mix of pleasure and discomfort.

But Jamal couldn’t stop. His hips moved rhythmically, each thrust deeper than the last. “Uhhhh...your ass is so tight,” he groaned, his voice strained with effort. He kept squeezing her breasts firmly as he continued to pound into her from behind.

He leaned forward, his lips brushing against her neck. “Lina....I’m going to cum,” he growled, his thrusts becoming erratic. With one final, powerful thrust, Jamal buried himself deep inside her ass , unleashing a thick stream of cum. Lina cried out as she felt herself stretching to accommodate its force.

He pulsed with each wave of pleasure, his body shuddering against hers until he was spent. For a long moment, they stood there, their breaths mingling as they came down from their shared high.

Finally, Jamal pulled away, his legs unsteady. Lina turned to face him, a soft smile playing on her lips. “Are you okay?” she asked gently.

He nodded, his eyes filled with something akin to reverence. “More than okay,” he whispered. ”Thank you.”

Lina reached out to cup his cheek, her thumb brushing away a stray tear. “It’s okay,” she said softly. “You’re not alone anymore.”

Jamal gently guided Lina back to the bed, his hands trembling with a mix of tenderness and desire. She nestled against him, their bodies intertwined as they drifted off to sleep again. For tonight, they had found solace in each other and that was enough.

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Chapter 23: Wasim & Jamal (Act 17)


Lina jolted awake at the sound of her phone ringing on the nightstand. She fumbled for it, her heart leaping into her throat as she saw Rahim’s name on the screen. 8 a.m. Her mind instantly flooded with guilt and panic. The events of the night withJamal’s hands, his mouth, his cock felt like a fever dream she couldn’t shake.

She answered, her voice trembling. “Rahim?”
“Lina! Where are you? I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” His voice was frantic, almost desperate. “I went to the bus stop, but you weren’t there. I came home, and you’re gone. What’s going on?”

Her stomach churned as she sat up, clutching the sheet to her chest. Jamal stirred beside her but didn’t wake. She bit her lip, forcing herself to focus. Don’t tell him about Jamal. Don’t. You’ll ruin everything.

“Rahim, I’m safe. Something… something happened.” She took a deep breath, her words tumbling out in a rush. “Wasim and Kartini...they tried to set me up. They wanted to humiliate me. I got away, but I’m staying at a hotel until things calm down. I’m fine, I promise.”

Silence stretched on the other end before Rahim finally spoke, his voice shaky with relief. “Thank God you’re okay. I’ll meet you at the security officer station near the flats in an hour. We’ll figure this out together, okay?”
“Okay,” she whispered. She hesitated, then added softly, “I love you.”
“I love you too, Lina.”

The call ended, and she sat frozen, tears slipping down her cheeks. What have I done? Her fingers brushed over her skin, still tingling with the memory of Jamal’s touch. She glanced at him, his chest rising and falling in peaceful sleep. She couldn’t believe she’d let him take her ass last night that she’d begged him not to stop. The guilt was suffocating.

She slid out of bed quietly, grabbing a towel from the rack. A hot shower would help her scrub away the traces of last night both physically and mentally.

The water was scalding as it cascaded over her body, steam filling the small bathroom. She closed her eyes, letting the heat soothe her aching muscles. But no matter how hard she scrubbed, she couldn’t erase the sensation of Jamal’s hands on her, his cock deep inside her ass. Her breath hitched as her body betrayed her, warmth pooling between her thighs.

The shower door clicked open, and she froze. Before she could react, Jamal’s hands were on her, cupping her breasts from behind. She gasped, her body arching instinctively into his touch even as her mind screamed in protest.

“Stop, Jamal,” she said firmly, her voice sharp over the sound of the water. “You need to step out.”

But he didn’t listen. His hands moved insistently, fingers grazing her nipples. “I can’t forget last night, Lina,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. “Let me have you one last time. Please.”

Her arms crossed over her chest as she kept her back to him, refusing to turn around. His cock pressed against her lower back, fully erect and throbbing. She shook her head, her resolve wavering. “Jamal, no. This is wrong. I can’t do this to Rahim again.”

He didn’t retreat. Instead, he gently embraced her from behind, his lips brushing her shoulder. “Just one more time,” he whispered, his voice pleading. “Let me show you how much I want you.”

Her breath faltered as his hands moved down to uncross her arms. She turned to face him reluctantly, her eyes meeting his intense gaze. He kissed her deeply before she could protest, his hands roaming over her wet skin. She fought it at first, her body stiff, but slowly, she surrendered, her lips parting as a soft moan escaped her.

Jamal pinned her against the tiled wall under the spray of the shower, his mouth trailing down her neck to her breasts. He sucked and teased her nipples, his tongue flicking over them until they hardened under his touch. “So beautiful,” he murmured between kisses. “Even more than last night.”

His hand slid lower, between her legs, and she gasped as his fingers found her clit. He circled it slowly, steadily driving her toward the edge until she came with a shuddering cry, her legs trembling beneath her. But he didn’t stop. He dropped to his knees in front of her, spreading her thighs as he buried his face between them. His tongue probed deeper, lapping at her folds until she was writhing against him, her hands gripping his shoulders for support.

When she thought she couldn’t take anymore, he pulled away, standing and pulling her to her knees in front of him. His cock stood rigid and dripping just inches from her face. She hesitated, but at his soft plea, she leaned forward, taking him into her mouth with slow, deliberate strokes. Her tongue swirled around the tip before she bobbed deeper, savoring the way his hips bucked against her lips.

Jamal stopped her abruptly, his breathing ragged. “Titfuck me,” he demanded, his voice strained with need. She complied without a word, sliding her wet breasts together around his shaft and moving them up and down in rhythm with his thrusts. His groans filled the small space, mingling with the sound of the water crashing down around them.

Finally, he pulled away again, lifting her to her feet and turning her to face the glass wall of the shower. His hands gripped her hips as he pressed himself against her from behind. “Let me fill you again,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.

“Jamal, no,” she protested weakly, even as she felt his cock slide between her thighs, teasing the entrance to her pussy. “This is wrong.”, "My pussy belongs to Rahim..."
He ignored her words, one hand sliding around to cup her breast while the other guided himself toward her ass. "Lina...please...” he murmured. “Let me have your ass instead.”

Before she could respond, he pushed inside her slowly, inch by agonizing inch, until he was fully seated within her tight heat. Lina cried out, both from the pleasure and the overwhelming guilt that threatened to consume her. Her hands flattened against the glass as Jamal began to move inside her, each thrust sending waves of ecstasy through her body.

His grip on her tightened as his pace quickened, their bodies slamming together with a force that echoed off the shower walls. Her breasts pressed against the glass, their shape visible from outside the bathroom as Jamal’s hands roamed over them greedily. She could see their reflection in the steam-coated mirror...the way he owned her body completely and it only fueled her arousal further.

Lina’s body quivered as Jamal’s cock pistoned deeper into her ass, each thrust igniting a firestorm of sensations she had never experienced before. Unlike the night before, her anal walls had loosened just enough to accommodate his thick length, the tightness now a pleasurable grip rather than a painful stretch. From the glass reflection, she could see the transformation in Jamal. His timid, virgin demeanor from last night was gone, replaced by a raw, animalistic hunger that made her pulse quicken.

His movements grew rougher, his hands gripping her breasts and squeezing her nipples hard enough to draw a gasp from her lips. ”Ah! Jamal, slow down,” she pleaded, but he only responded with a sharp spank to her ass, the sound echoing off the tiled walls. His mouth found her neck, teeth sinking into her skin as if marking her as his own. Lina winced at the sharp bite but couldn’t deny how it sent a jolt of desire straight to her core.

Her previous experiences with anal sex had been either too gentle or too brief, leaving her unsatisfied. But this...this was something entirely different. Jamal’s roughness was electric, and she lost count of how many times she had climaxed already. Each time he squeezed her breasts, bit her skin, or slapped her ass, it only fueled her arousal further. She was on fire, caught in a whirlwind of pleasure and guilt that she couldn’t escape.

“Where... where did you learn to do all this?” Lina managed to ask between gasps, her voice trembling.
Jamal’s breath was ragged, his words spilling out in a rush. “Porn... I watched porn. Lina, I can’t stop thinking about you. I want to fuck you forever.”

His words was met with a moan as his thrusts grew more erratic, his stamina waning but his determination unwavering. To rekindle his energy, he slid two fingers into her mouth, her tongue instinctively wrapping around them as he whispered, “Suck it” His other hand groped her breast roughly, kneading the soft flesh in time with his thrusts.

Jamal’s thrusts slowed slightly, his voice breaking through the haze of pleasure.

“Lina… we need to meet again,” he panted, his hands gripping her hips possessively. “I don’t want this to end. I’ve never felt anything like this. Please, let me have you one more time. I’ll keep it a secret and no one has to know.”

Lina, overwhelmed by the intensity of their coupling, could only moan in response, her body trembling with each thrust. But Jamal wasn’t satisfied. He pinched her nipples sharply, drawing a gasp from her lips, and smacked her ass harder, the sound echoing in the steamy bathroom. “Answer me, Lina,” he demanded, his voice desperate.

“Jamal…” she managed to say between gasps, “why are you asking this now?”
But Jamal didn’t relent. His cock pistoned deeper into her ass as he pleaded again, his voice cracking with raw emotion. “I don’t want to live anymore if I can’t have you again. Promise me, Lina. Promise we’ll meet one more time.”

Lina’s mind was a whirlwind of pleasure and guilt, her thoughts fragmented as Jamal’s words and actions overwhelmed her. She jolted awake in the midst of her ecstasy, the weight of his suicidal threat sinking in. “Jamal, stop!” she cried, but his thrusts only grew harder, more insistent.

“Promise me,” he repeated, his voice trembling. “Say it, Lina.”
Finally, unable to resist the intensity any longer, Lina relented, her words barely audible over the sound of the shower and their ragged breathing. “Fine… fine, we’ll meet again.”

Jamal’s grip on her tightened, and he kissed the back of her neck passionately. “Thank you, Lina” he whispered, his voice filled with relief.

Those words ignited something primal in Jamal. He gripped her hips tighter, his thrusts growing harder and faster, slamming into her with a force that made her legs tremble. Lina clung to the glass wall for support, her vision blurred by the steam and pleasure. Time seemed to stretch as Jamal pounded into her relentlessly, their bodies slick with water and sweat.

“Jamal... please hurry,” Lina commanded, her voice breaking as she felt another climax building.

He responded with a soft bite to her neck, signaling he was close. She whispered urgently, “Don’t bite... Rahim can’t see any marks.”

But Jamal ignored her plea. With a possessive growl, he sank his teeth into the back of her shoulder, mimicking a wild animal claiming its mate. Lina screamed in pain and ecstasy as her body convulsed in a powerful orgasm. Moments later, Jamal roared, his release flooding her ass with hot spurts of cum.

As he pulled out, Lina collapsed onto the bathroom floor, utterly spent. Jamal gently lifted her limp body and carried her to the bed, laying her down with care. She lay there, trembling and exhausted, as the weight of what had just happened settled over her like a heavy blanket.

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Chapter 23: Wasim & Jamal (Act 18)


Lina sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of her blouse as she tried to steady her breathing. The room was quiet, save for the soft hum of the air conditioner, but her mind was anything but calm. She could still feel Jamal’s hands on her skin, his lips trailing down her body, and the way his voice had trembled when he confessed his age. She shook her head, trying to dispel the memory. Focus, she told herself. You need to focus.

Jamal stood by the door, pulling on his shirt. His movements were slow, deliberate, as if he too was struggling to process everything that had happened. He glanced at Lina, his dark eyes filled with a mixture of guilt and longing. “I know you must hate me,” he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Lina looked up, her eyes meeting his. “I don’t hate you, Jamal,” she replied, her tone soft but firm. “But... this can’t happen again. I have a husband. A life. You’re just... young. Too young.”

He nodded, his expression pained. “I know. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I just... I got caught up in the moment. In you.”

She sighed, standing up and walking over to him. For a moment, they stood there, inches apart, the air between them thick with unspoken words. Then, slowly, hesitantly, Lina reached out and placed a hand on his cheek. “You’re going to be okay,” she said gently. “You’re bright, Jamal. You’ve got your whole life ahead of you. Don’t waste it on... on something like this.”

His eyes searched hers, and for a moment, it seemed like he might say something more. But then he simply nodded again, leaning slightly into her touch before stepping back. “I’ll go now,” he said, his voice steady but tinged with sadness. “You should... get some rest.”

“Wait,” Lina said suddenly, her hand dropping to her side. “Take this.” She reached into her purse and pulled out a wad of cash, holding it out to him.
Jamal stared at the money, his brow furrowing. “What’s this for?”
“For the dresses,” she explained. “The ones from Wasim. Consider it payment for everything. And... a little extra. For you.”
He shook his head, taking a step back. “I can’t take that.”
“Yes, you can,” Lina insisted, thrusting the money towards him. “You need it more than I do. Please, Jamal. Use it for something good. For your future.”

Hesitating for a moment longer, Jamal finally reached out and took the money, his fingers brushing against hers. The contact sent a small shiver through her, but she quickly pushed the feeling aside. “Thank you,” he said softly, tucking the cash into his pocket.

They stood there for another moment, the silence stretching between them. Then, without another word, Jamal turned and walked out the door, leaving Lina alone in the room.
She let out a long breath, sinking back onto the bed. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions...guilt, relief, and something else she couldn’t quite name. She knew she should feel happy that it was over, that justice would be served and she could move on with her life. But a part of her couldn’t help but feel a strange emptiness.

The sound of a text notification broke her out of her thoughts. Lina reached for her phone, seeing a message from Rahim.
Rahim: Where are you? I’m here.
She quickly typed out a reply, telling him she’d meet him outside the security officer station in a few minutes. Standing up, she smoothed out her dress with the one Wasim had given her and took a deep breath. It was time to face reality.

The ride back to the security officer station was quiet. Jamal drove carefully, his eyes focused on the road ahead. Lina sat behind him, her arms wrapped loosely around his waist. The warmth of his body against hers was comforting, but also unsettling. She knew she should keep her distance, both physically and emotionally, but it was harder than she thought.

When they arrived at the security officer station, Jamal parked the bike and helped Lina off. She adjusted her dress and gave him a small smile. “Thank you,” she said softly.
He nodded, his expression unreadable. “Take care of yourself,” he replied before turning and walking away.

Lina watched him go for a moment before heading inside. As soon as she stepped through the doors, she saw Rahim pacing back and forth in the waiting area. When he spotted her, he rushed over and pulled her into a tight hug.

“Lina! Where have you been? I was worried sick!” he exclaimed, his voice filled with concern.
She hugged him back, feeling the familiar warmth of his embrace. “I’m sorry,” she said, her voice muffled against his chest. “I got... held up.”

Rahim pulled back slightly, cupping her face in his hands as he looked her over. “Are you okay? What happened?”
“I’m fine,” Lina assured him, forcing a smile. “It’s a long story. But I’m here now.”

He nodded, though his eyes still held a hint of suspicion. “Okay. Let’s get this over with so we can go home.”
They walked over to the front desk together, where Bimo was waiting. The inspector greeted them with a polite nod.
“Thank you for coming,” he said. “Let’s get started.”

After filing the report and providing all the evidence, including Jamal’s witness statement, Lina felt a sense of relief wash over her. Bimo assured her that Kartini and Wasim would be brought to justice.
“We’ll contact you once they’ve been apprehended,” he told her. “Until then, try to stay safe.”
“Thank you,” Lina said sincerely.

With that, they left the security officer station and headed home. As they rode back on Rahim’s bike, Lina leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder. She closed her eyes, letting the wind rush past her as she tried to push all thoughts of Jamal out of her mind.

When they arrived home, Rahim helped her off the bike and led her inside. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close once more.

“I missed you,” he murmured against her hair. “I missed you too,” Lina replied softly.
They stood there for a moment, just holding each other in the quiet of their living room. Then, slowly, Rahim leaned down and pressed his lips to hers.

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Chapter 24: Rahim (Act 7)


Dinner was over, and Rahim leaned in to kiss Lina. The kiss started tenderly, gentle and reassuring, a testament to their love and shared life. But as Lina responded, Rahim's pent-up frustration and desire surged. He pushed her gently against the wall, his lips capturing hers with newfound urgency. His tongue explored her mouth as his hands roamed over her body, his fingertips tracing the outline of her breasts through the fabric of her dress.

Lina was stunned by Rahim's sudden aggression. She recalled the bite marks and bruises Jamal had left earlier, hidden beneath her clothes. Her ass was still tender and red from the spanking, and she knew the marks would be visible if she were to undress. She was sore from the rough encounters with Jamal, and the thought of Rahim discovering her secret filled her with dread.

Rahim's hands moved to the hem of her skirt, eager to peel it away. Lina's mind raced. She could see him fumbling with his belt, his urgency palpable. She knew she couldn't back out now; Rahim was too charged with desire.

"Wait," she whispered breathlessly, placing a hand on his chest. "Let’s go to the bedroom."

Rahim nodded, his eyes dark with need. Lina quickly led him to their room, leaving the lights off and only turning on the fan. She hoped the dimness would hide her physical state.
"I want to try something special," she said softly, her voice trembling slightly.

Rahim's excitement was evident as he lay back on the bed.

Rahim’s body tensed as Lina’s lips wrapped around his cock, her tongue swirling expertly around the tip. She took him deep, her mouth warm and wet, her movements slow and deliberate. When she pulled back, her tongue trailed down the length of him, lingering on the sensitive underside before she reached his balls.

Her soft lips closed around one, sucking gently while her tongue flicked in a rhythm that made Rahim gasp. She repeated the motion with the other, her touch so intense it sent shivers up his spine.
“Lina, oh God,” he moaned, his fingers tangling in her hair. “Don’t stop… please.”

She obeyed, alternating between taking his cock into her mouth and lavishing attention on his balls. Each time she returned to his shaft, she sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing as she drew him in deeper. Her lips were relentless, her tongue teasing every inch of him. Between strokes, she made soft, seductive noises, her breath hot against his skin.

“That feels… unbelievable,” Rahim panted, his hips bucking slightly as he struggled to control himself.

Lina let out a low hum in response, the vibration sending a jolt through him. She slowed her pace, pulling off just long enough to blow a cool breath on his throbbing cock before diving back in, her tongue swirling and sucking with renewed fervor. She alternated between his cock and balls, each movement calculated to drive him closer to the edge.

“Please,” Rahim begged, his voice trembling with need. “I can’t take much more…”

Lina paused for a moment, looking up at him with a sly smile. “Not yet,” she whispered, her voice low and teasing. Before he could protest, she returned to his cock, taking him fully into her mouth again. Her rhythm was steady but maddening, each stroke drawing him closer to the brink.

Rahim’s moans grew louder, his hands tightening in her hair as he struggled to hold on. “You’re going to kill me,” he gasped, his body trembling with pleasure.

Lina didn’t respond with words, her mouth was too busy working its magic. She kept up the pace, alternating between his cock and balls, her seductive sounds filling the room. Rahim was completely lost in the sensations, pleading with her to continue as she brought him closer and closer to ecstasy.

Just as he was about to climax, she stopped, blowing a cool breath on his sensitive skin. "Not yet," she whispered.

Rahim stripped off his shirt, completely naked and ready for more. But Lina had other plans. She asked him to keep her clothed, suggesting they fulfill a fantasy of hers. Rahim agreed eagerly, desperate to be inside her.

Lina slid her panties off but kept her blouse and skirt on. She lowered herself onto him, wincing slightly as her tender ass made contact with his legs. She bit her lip to mask the discomfort, focusing on the pleasure she was giving him. Rahim grabbed her breasts through the fabric, kissing her passionately as she rode him.

Unaware of the marks on her body, Rahim lifted her skirt to grab her ass, urging her to move faster. Lina winced but continued, praying he wouldn't notice anything amiss.
"Lie on all fours," Rahim instructed, his voice low and commanding.

Lina hesitated but obeyed, fearing what he might see. Rahim entered her from behind, pleasantly surprised by how easily his cock slid in.
"Your pussy feels amazing," he murmured, increasing his pace.

Lina closed her eyes, focusing on the rhythm and hoping he would finish soon. Rahim’s hands found her breasts under her blouse, pushing aside her bra to feel them fully.

"You’re so tight," he whispered worshipfully.
Finally, Lina felt him swell inside her as he reached his climax. He emptied himself fully before collapsing beside her, spent but satisfied.

"How was that?" he asked, a proud smile on his face. Lina forced a smile. "You were incredible," she replied, hiding the truth behind her words.

Rahim chuckled softly, his hand caressing her hip. “You’ve been incredible too. Your ass… it’s gotten bigger, hasn’t it? I was tempted to smack it while I was fucking you earlier.”

Lina’s heart skipped a beat, but she kept her expression calm. Thank God he didn’t, she thought, her body still aching from the muscle pain that Jamal had left her with. She shifted slightly, trying to ease the discomfort.

“I think I need to take a shower first,” she said, pushing herself up from the bed. But before she could move further, Rahim’s hand shot out, gripping her wrist firmly.
“Wait,” he said, his voice low and insistent.
Lina turned to him, brows furrowed in concern. She cupped his face gently. “What’s wrong?”

Rahim didn’t answer immediately. Instead, Lina noticed his other hand moving between his legs, his fingers rubbing his cock repeatedly, as if trying to coax it back to life. Her eyes widened in surprise. He’s hard again already? That was unusual. Rahim usually finished after one round and was done for the night. But this time, something was different.

His dark eyes met hers, filled with a raw, almost primal desire. In one swift motion, he shifted his position, pinning her beneath him. Lina gasped, her hands pressing against his chest.

“Rahim, I’m tired,” she pleaded, her voice trembling. “Can’t we do this tomorrow?”
But Rahim shook his head, his expression unyielding. “No,” he growled. “I need you now.”

Unbeknownst to Lina, at the security officer station earlier, as she had walked in, Rahim had overheard whispers from a couple of officers on duty. They had watched her with hungry eyes, making crude remarks about her beauty. One had snickered, “If she’d been arrested today, we would’ve had her in both holes all night.” Another had added, “I’d suck those tits until sunrise.” The comments had ignited a fire in Rahim, anger mingled with an inexplicable arousal that still burned within him.

“Stay down,” he commanded, his voice rough with lust. Before Lina could protest further, he spread her legs wide and positioned himself at her entrance. She let out a soft whimper as he pushed into her without warning, his hips slamming against hers with a force that left her breathless.

“Rahim, please....” she began, but her words were swallowed by his lips as he claimed her mouth in a possessive kiss. His whole body pressed into hers, leaving no space for escape.

Lina’s mind raced as she tried to make sense of his sudden intensity. She was sore, exhausted, and yet her body responded to his relentless rhythm, betraying her resolve. Rahim’s hands moved to her blouse, roughly tearing it open and pulling her bra aside. His mouth descended on her breasts, sucking and nipping at the tender flesh as he continued to thrust into her.

Their moans filled the room, a mix of pleasure and desperation. Lina’s hands clutched at the sheets as she endured the onslaught of sensations, her body trembling beneath him. When Rahim finally came inside her, he collapsed onto the bed beside her, breathing heavily.

Within moments, he drifted off to sleep, his snores filling the room. Lina lay there, staring at the ceiling fan as it spun lazily above her. Tears welled in her eyes as she replayed the events of the past two days in her mind. Jamal’s touch, Rahim’s unexpected roughness...it all felt like a whirlwind she couldn’t escape.

She glanced at Rahim, his face peaceful in sleep, and wondered if he would ever know the truth. With a quiet sigh, she closed her eyes, letting the tears fall silently as the fan continued its endless rotation.

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Chapter 24: Cinema (Act 1)


Three months had passed quickly without incident, and Lina is now six months pregnant. Her baby bump was visibly larger, and her breasts had grown fuller, making her feel both self-conscious and oddly empowered. The physical discomforts of pregnancy were constant backaches, swollen feet, and a relentless feeling of fatigue. Rahim, ever the doting husband, had insisted she stay home, worried about her condition. While she appreciated his concern, the days felt long and monotonous. To pass the time, she worked on the shop’s daily accounting or watched TV, but it wasn’t enough to fill the void.

Their physical intimacy had also dwindled. Rahim, coming from a traditional background, was hesitant to be intimate with Lina during her pregnancy, fearing he might harm their unborn child. She had tried to reassure him, but his reluctance remained. The lack of connection left her feeling lonely, even when he was right beside her.

The neighborhood women often complimented her, remarking on how radiant and beautiful she looked despite being heavily pregnant. Lina would blush and dismiss their words, though secretly, they lifted her spirits. But it wasn’t just the women who noticed her; the men in the neighborhood would stare at her with lecherous eyes, their gazes lingering on her curves. It made her uncomfortable, but she tried to ignore it.

When she discovered a new thriller movie playing at the cinema, Lina begged Rahim to take her.

Lina turned to Rahim, her eyes pleading. “I really want to watch this movie,” she said softly, placing a hand on her swollen belly. “We haven’t gone out in so long, and I just… I need a change of scenery.”

Rahim glanced at her, his brow furrowed with concern. “But Lina, you’re six months pregnant. Isn’t it too much for you? The cinema is crowded, and it’s late. You should rest.”

She sighed, her shoulders slumping. “I’ve been resting every day. I feel fine, Rahim. I just want to do something normal, like we used to. Please?”

He hesitated, his gaze lingering on her face. She looked tired but determined, and he couldn’t ignore the longing in her voice.

“What if something happens? What if you get hurt?”
“Nothing will happen,” she insisted, her tone firmer now. “I’m not made of glass. And besides, you’ll be there with me. I just… I need this.”

Rahim ran a hand through his hair, clearly conflicted. He knew how much she’d been struggling with the monotony of staying home, but his protective instincts were hard to override. Finally, he nodded slowly.

“Alright, we’ll go. But if you feel even a little tired or uncomfortable, we leave immediately. Deal?”

Lina’s face lit up, and she leaned over to kiss his cheek. “Deal. Thank you, Rahim. You won’t regret it.”
He gave her a small smile, though his worry lingered. “I hope not. Just… take it easy, okay?”
“I will,” she promised, her voice filled with gratitude as she started counting down the days until the outing.

Thursday finally arrived and they entered the theater’s waiting area. Only a handful of people were there, and Rahim bought the best middle seats for optimal viewing. As he queued for popcorn, Lina noticed two men in their fifties staring at her blatantly. Their eyes roamed over her pregnant figure, admiring her openly. Feeling exposed, she pulled her shawl tighter around her and looked away.

When the cinema attendant announced their hall was open, Lina and Rahim took their seats. Ten minutes into the movie, the theater was still sparsely populated. Rahim sat to her right, already dozing off. To her left, someone took a seat, though she didn’t glance their way. Behind her, she heard two more people settling in.

The theater was dimly lit, the soft hum of the movie’s background score filling the air. Lina shifted in her seat, her baby bump pressing against the armrest as she tried to find a comfortable position. Rahim’s steady snores beside her were almost rhythmic, his exhaustion from the day’s work evident. She glanced at him momentarily, a small smile tugging at her lips despite the faint annoyance. At least he’s here, she thought, though his presence did little to alleviate the boredom of watching the movie alone.

30 minutes into the movie, she felt faint sensation of warm breath on her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. She stiffened, her fingers tightening around the popcorn bucket in her lap. She didn’t dare turn her head, but the feeling was unmistakable, it someone was deliberately blowing air against her skin. Her heart began to thud in her chest, and she shifted slightly to the right, closer to Rahim, hoping the movement would signal whoever it was to stop.

But it didn’t. Instead, the sensation intensified, the breath now accompanied by the faintest whisper of a chuckle. Lina’s cheeks flushed, her body betraying her with a slight tremble. She clenched her jaw, determined not to give whoever it was the satisfaction of seeing her react. Her eyes remained fixed on the screen, though she couldn’t focus on the movie anymore.

Behind her, she heard a low voice murmur something unintelligible, followed by another soft laugh. The sound sent a jolt through her, and she turned her head slightly, catching a glimpse of one of the men who had been staring at her earlier in the waiting area. His eyes met hers briefly before darting away, a smirk playing on his lips. Lina’s stomach churned, a mix of unease and something else she couldn’t quite place.

She tried to ignore it, focusing instead on the popcorn in her hands. But then, she felt it...a touch. Fingers brushed against the back of her arm, lingering for just a moment before retreating. Her breath caught, and she froze, her mind racing. She glanced at Rahim again, but he was still asleep, oblivious to what was happening beside him.

The touch came again, this time more deliberate. A hand grazed her side, fingers trailing along the curve of her waist before pulling away. Lina’s pulse quickened, a hot flush spreading across her skin. She bit her lip, torn between calling out and staying silent. The rational part of her mind screamed at her to wake Rahim or move to another seat, but another part, a deeper, more insistent part kept her rooted in place.

The man to her left leaned closer, his face inches from hers. She could feel his breath again, warm and unsettling against her cheek. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice low and full of intent. Lina’s heart pounded, her grip on the popcorn bucket tightening until her knuckles turned white. She didn’t respond, didn’t even look at him, but her body betrayed her with a slight tremble.

Behind her, another voice chimed in. “She’s pregnant, man. That’s even hotter.” The words were spoken with a mix of awe and admiration, and Lina felt a surge of conflicting emotions of embarrassment, anger, and, strangely, a flicker of pride. She hated that they were talking about her like this, but some small part of her relished the attention after months of Rahim’s distance.

The man beside her reached out again, his hand brushing against her thigh this time. Lina’s breath hitched, and she instinctively crossed her legs, trying to create a barrier between them. But he persisted, his fingers inching closer to the hem of her dress. Her mind screamed at her to stop him, to do something, anything but her body seemed frozen in place.

“Shh… don’t make a sound,” he murmured, his voice smooth and coaxing. His hand moved higher, grazing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Lina’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment, her body betraying her with a soft gasp. She hated herself for it, hated how her traitorous body responded to his touch despite everything.

“R..Rahim…” she whispered finally, her voice barely audible. But Rahim didn’t stir, his snores continuing unabated. The man beside her chuckled softly, his fingers brushing against the fabric of her dress.
“He’s not going to wake up,” he said, his tone confident. “Just relax.”

Lina’s mind was a whirlwind of emotions of fear, guilt, and something darker that she didn’t want to acknowledge.

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Chapter 24: Cinema (Act 2)

Lina suddenly realized the touching stopped. She heaved a sigh of relief when she saw movements from Rahim. Her heart leapt with hope, thinking he had woken up, but it was short-lived—he merely shifted to the other side, still deep in sleep. The brief reprieve was shattered as the man behind her resumed his advances, his fingers now stroking her hair gently, almost tenderly, while the man on her left nudged his elbow against her side, brushing against her boobs with a sly persistence.

The man at the back began to slide his hand lower, his fingers grazing her blouse seductively, while his companion mirrored the motion. Lina’s body responded despite herself, a faint warmth stirring within her. They removed her shawl, letting it fall to the floor, their hands now more daring as they rubbed her boobs through her blouse and bra. Lina’s eyes flicked nervously to Rahim, but he remained oblivious, his steady breathing a stark contrast to the storm raging inside her. In a hushed whisper, she reminded them, “I am married..please stop...”

Her words did little to deter them. The man on her left began to squeeze her breasts through the fabric, his touch firm and deliberate, while the man behind her pressed closer, his lips brushing softly against her neck as he whispered, “Shh, he won’t know.” Lina’s breath hitched as the man on her left grew bolder, his fingers slipping beneath her blouse, inching it upward. She bit her lip hard, stifling any sound that might escape.

She tried to pull her blouse back down, but their hands were insistent, their movements slow and deliberate, as if savoring every inch of skin they exposed.

Lina’s resistance faltered, her body betraying her as she surrendered to their touch. The blouse crept higher, revealing the soft swell of her stomach and the curve of her bra. Her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, her mind a whirlwind of guilt and reluctant arousal. They were relentless, their hands and lips working in tandem, drawing her deeper into their web of temptation.

She hesitated, her fingers twitching in her lap. The man behind her slid his hand across her shoulder, his touch feather-light but insistent. “Don’t fight it,” he murmured, his lips brushing the nape of her neck. 

Lina’s eyes darted between the two men, their faces shadowed in the dim light of the cinema. She could feel the heat radiating from their bodies, the way they were closing in on her, their intentions clear. Her hands instinctively moved to cover her chest, but the man on her left gently pried them away, interlocking his fingers with hers.

“Don’t hide,” he said softly, his eyes locking onto hers. “They’re too beautiful to be covered.” His free hand returned to her blouse, fingers tugging at the fabric, exposing more of her soft skin. Lina’s breath hitched as she felt the cool air brush against her stomach, her bra now fully visible.

The man behind her shifted, his hands sliding around her waist, pulling her slightly back against him. His fingertips grazed the sides of her breasts, teasing the sensitive flesh just outside her bra cups. “Relax,” he whispered, his voice a low purr that sent shivers down her spine. “We’ll make it worth your while.” as he removes her blouse completely.

Lina’s resolve wavered, her body betraying her as she felt a warmth pooling between her legs. The man on her left noticed the subtle shift in her posture, the way her thighs pressed together, and he smirked. “Look at her,” he said to his companion, his voice tinged with amusement. “She’s already enjoying it.”

His hands moved to the straps of her bra, slowly sliding them down her shoulders. Lina’s breath came in short, shallow gasps as she felt the fabric loosen, the weight of her breasts shifting as the cups slipped lower. She tried to push the straps back up, but the man behind her caught her wrists, holding them gently but firmly in place.

“No, no,” he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. “Let us see them.” His hands released her wrists and moved to cup her breasts through the loosened bra, his fingers kneading the soft flesh with a practiced ease. Lina’s head fell back against his shoulder, her eyes fluttering shut as a soft moan escaped her lips.

The man on her left chuckled softly, his hands joining in as he slipped his fingers beneath the cups of her bra, pushing them aside to expose her full, heavy breasts. “God, they’re perfect,” he breathed, his voice filled with awe as his hands roamed over her bare skin. His thumbs brushed over her nipples, eliciting another soft gasp from Lina as they hardened under his touch.

The man behind her wasn’t idle either; his hands continued to massage her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Lina’s body arched slightly, pressing into their hands as the sensations overwhelmed her. She could feel the heat building inside her, the ache between her legs growing more insistent with every touch.

“You like that, don’t you?” the man on her left asked, his voice tinged with a smug satisfaction. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her earlobe before trailing hot kisses down her neck. Lina trembled, her hands gripping the armrests of her seat as she struggled to keep quiet.

The man behind her shifted again, his hands moving to unclasp her bra completely. With a soft click, the fabric fell away, leaving her breasts bare and exposed to the cool air of the cinema. Lina’s breath caught in her throat as she felt their hands return to her skin, this time without any barriers.

“So soft,” the man behind her murmured, his hands cupping her breasts and lifting them slightly, his thumbs brushing over her nipples in slow circles. “And so responsive.” He leaned in, his lips closing around one nipple, sucking gently as his tongue traced lazy circles around the sensitive peak.

Lina’s body jerked slightly at the sudden sensation, a soft whimper escaping her lips before she could stop it. The man on her left smirked, his hand moving to her other breast as he began to mimic his companion’s actions. His lips closed around her nipple, sucking and teasing it with his tongue while his fingers squeezed the soft flesh.

The dual sensations were overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure through Lina’s body as she struggled to remain silent. Her hands tightened on the armrests, her knuckles white as she fought to keep herself from crying out. Her mind was a blur of conflicting emotions of guilt, shame, and a fierce, undeniable pleasure that threatened to consume her.

The man behind her pulled away slightly, his breath hot against her skin as he whispered, “Let’s move to the back. It’ll be more comfortable.” His voice was low, almost coaxing, but Lina’s nerves were already frayed. She hesitated, her eyes flicking repeatedly to Rahim, who remained blissfully unaware, his chest rising and falling in deep sleep.

“Please,” Lina whispered, her voice trembling with desperation. “I’m not keen on this. You should stop. We should stop.” Her words were soft, barely audible, but the plea hung heavy in the air.
The man on her left leaned in closer, his lips brushing her ear as he murmured,

“We’ll be quick, Lina. I promise. Just a little longer.” His tone was persuasive, but it only deepened her unease.

The man behind her sensed her hesitation and tried a different approach. “Don’t worry,” he said soothingly, his hands resting lightly on her shoulders. “We just want to talk for a while. That’s all.” His voice was calm, almost reassuring, but Lina knew better. Talk? She doubted that very much.

“My husband might wake up,” she whispered urgently, her voice cracking slightly. “If he sees this… please, just stop.” Her hands clenched into fists in her lap, her nails digging into her palms as she struggled to maintain control.

The man on her left chuckled softly, his hand brushing against her thigh as he leaned in again. “And what if he does?” he whispered, his voice dripping with mischief. “What if he wakes up right now, in the middle of us....? What would he think?”
Lina froze, her breath catching in her throat. The thought alone was enough to send a jolt of fear through her. Her mind raced, imagining the look on Rahim’s face, the betrayal, the anger and she felt a pang of guilt so sharp it made her chest ache.

Before she could respond, the man behind her slid his hands down to her waist, gripping her hips firmly. “Come on,” he urged gently, guiding her to her feet. His touch was insistent but not forceful, as if he knew she wouldn’t resist much longer.

The man on her left stood as well, his hand resting lightly on the small of her back as he guided her toward the back of the cinema. Lina’s heart pounded in her chest as she walked, her legs trembling with every step. The men were close behind her, their presence looming and suffocating yet oddly comforting in the darkness.

They reached the last row of seats, and the man behind her guided her down onto one of the chairs, his hands immediately returning to her breasts as he knelt in front of her. The man on her left sat beside her, one arm wrapping around her shoulders as his other hand resumed its exploration of her body.

“This is better,” the man in front murmured, his lips brushing against her neck as his hands cupped her breasts once more. “Now we can take our time.” His fingers squeezed gently, his thumbs brushing over her nipples as he leaned in to kiss the sensitive skin of her neck.

Lina’s body reacted instinctively, arching into their touch as the sensations overwhelmed her. Her mind was a haze of pleasure and guilt, the conflict within only heightening the intensity of the moment.

She could feel the warmth pooling between her legs, the ache growing more insistent with every passing second. The man beside her leaned in closer, his lips brushing against hers in a tentative kiss. Lina hesitated for a moment before responding, her lips parting slightly as she allowed him to deepen the kiss. His hand slipped down to her thigh, his fingers tracing slow circles on her skin as he pulled her closer.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against her lips, his breath warm and sweet.
Lina’s mind raced as she felt herself being pulled deeper into their web. The man in front of her shifted slightly, his hands still caressing her breasts as he whispered, “Let go. Just enjoy it.” His words were hypnotic, coaxing and persuasive as they worked their way past her defenses.

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Chapter 24: Cinema (Act 3)


The man in front of her knelt lower, his hands sliding up her thighs as he pulled her closer to the edge of the seat. Lina’s breath caught as he began to kiss the inside of her thighs, his lips warm and insistent. She tried to close her legs, but the man beside her shifted, pressing his weight against her to keep them apart. His mouth latched onto her left breast again, sucking hard enough to make her gasp.

“Please… this is a mistake,” Lina whispered, her voice trembling. She pressed her palms against the man in front, trying to push him away, but he ignored her, his hands sliding under her skirt.

The man in front chuckled softly, his breath hot against her skin. “It’s too late for that, sweetheart. You’re here now, and we’re going to enjoy every second of you.” His fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, tugging them down slowly as Lina squirmed in her seat.

Lina’s heart pounded as she felt the cool air hit her exposed skin. She reached down to pull her skirt back into place, but the man beside her caught her wrist, guiding it back to her side. “Relax,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. “Just let it happen.”

Her body betrayed her as the man in front leaned in, his tongue licking a slow, deliberate stripe along the fabric of her panties. Lina’s hips jerked involuntarily, a soft moan escaping her lips before she could stop it. The man on her left chuckled, his hand cupping her other breast as he alternated between kissing her neck and sucking on her nipple.

“Not there… please,” Lina whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own racing heartbeat. But the man in front didn’t stop. He dragged her panties down further, finally pulling them off completely and tossing them aside. His hands spread her thighs wider, and Lina squeezed her eyes shut as he leaned in again.

His tongue traced a path from the inside of her thigh to the soft folds of her pussy, and Lina bit down on her lip to stifle another moan. The man beside her covered her mouth with his hand, his fingers pressing gently against her lips as he continued to tease her breasts. The dual sensations were overwhelming, and Lina’s body arched slightly, her hips lifting off the seat as pleasure shot through her.

“She’s wet already,” the man in front said, his voice low and amused. He glanced up at Lina, his eyes dark with desire. “You like this, don’t you?”

Lina shook her head, trying to deny it, but her body told a different story. Her pussy throbbed with need, and she could feel the slick wetness between her thighs growing with every stroke of his tongue. The man leaned in again, lapping at her folds with slow, deliberate strokes. His tongue probed deeper, flicking against her clit before diving back into her pussy.

Lina’s hands gripped the armrests of the seat, her knuckles white as she fought against the pleasure building inside her.

The man beside her slid his hand down her stomach, his fingers tracing circles just above her mound before dipping lower to join the man in front. He pressed two fingers against her entrance, pushing them inside slowly as his thumb rubbed against her clit.

“No… stop,” Lina whimpered, but her words were muffled by the man’s hand over her mouth. She could feel herself spiraling closer to the edge, the combination of their touches driving her wild. Her hips rocked against their hands, betraying the conflict in her mind.

The man in front drew back slightly, his breath hot against her skin as he spoke. “Come for us, sweetheart..” His tongue flicked against her clit once more, and

Lina’s body shuddered violently as she tipped over the edge. Her climax hit hard, waves of pleasure crashing through her as she clenched around the man’s fingers.
The man beside her kept his hand over her mouth, muffling her cries as she came undone. Lina’s body trembled with the intensity of her orgasm, her legs shaking as the man in front lapped at her pussy, drinking in every drop of her release.

When the waves finally subsided, Lina slumped back in the seat, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

The man in front sat back on his heels, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. “Not bad,” he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “But now it’s your turn to return the favor.”

Lina’s eyes widened as both men unbuckled their belts, sliding their pants down to reveal their hardened cocks. Panic surged through her as she tried to sit up, but the man on her right gently pushed her back down.

“Don’t rush,” he said, his voice smooth and calm. “We’re not done yet.”

He took one of her hands in his, guiding it to his cock as the man on her left did the same. Lina’s heart raced as she felt the thick, warm length of their cocks in her palms. The man on the right groaned softly as she instinctively wrapped her fingers around him, his hips bucking slightly into her hand.

“That’s it,” the man on the left encouraged, his breath hot against her ear as he guided her hand up and down his shaft. “Just like that.”

Lina’s mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions of guilt, shame, and an undeniable thrill that made it impossible to stop. Her hands moved almost on their own, stroking their cocks in rhythm as they continued to caress her body. The man on the right leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep kiss while the man on the left sucked on her breasts again.

The room seemed to fade away as Lina lost herself in the moment, the sensations overwhelming any remaining resistance. She could feel the heat radiating from their bodies, their cocks growing harder.

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Chapter 25: Cinema (Act 4)


Lina’s hands moved in a steady rhythm, her fingers wrapping around the cocks of both men as their breathing grew heavier. The man on her left leaned closer, his lips brushing against her ear. “You’re so good at this,” he whispered, his voice raspy with arousal. Lina’s cheeks burned, but she didn’t stop. She couldn’t. The warmth of their cocks in her hands, the way they throbbed with every stroke, it was intoxicating.

The man on the right groaned, his hips jerking forward. “Fuck, she’s perfect,” he muttered, his fingers still kneading her breasts. Lina could feel her nipples hardening under his touch, her body betraying her even as her mind screamed to stop. The man on the left spit into his palm, his cock glistening as he slicked it up for smoother strokes. Lina felt the wetness on her hand, the sensation making her breath hitch.

“We don’t wanna finish yet,” the man on the left said, his eyes locking with his companion’s. “She’s too hot to rush.”

“Agreed,” the man on the right replied, his fingers trailing down her stomach. Lina stiffened as he slipped his hand between her thighs. “So tight,” he murmured, rubbing her pussy lips. “I can’t imagine how it’d feel to be inside you.”

Lina’s heart pounded. She had to end this. She had to make them cum before things went further. Her hand moved faster on the man on the right, her grip tightening slightly as she tried to focus. He let out a low moan, his hips bucking into her hand.

“Fuck, I’m close,” he muttered, his fingers abandoning her pussy to grip the armrest instead.

The man on the left stood suddenly, turning Lina slightly toward him. Before she could react, he rubbed his cock against her breasts, the heat of him making her shiver. Her hands froze momentarily, but the man on the right grabbed her wrist, forcing her to keep stroking him. “Don’t stop,” he growled.

The man on the left positioned himself, sliding his cock between her breasts. Lina gasped at the pressure, her breasts completely engulfing him as he began to move. “Owhhh.... your tits are perfect,” he groaned, his hands gripping her shoulders as he thrust between them. “So soft…so fucking tight.”

Lina felt a strange mix of panic and excitement as she watched him. His face was flushed with desire, his eyes locked on her chest as he fucked her cleavage. The man on the right leaned in, his lips brushing her neck. “You like this, don’t you?” he whispered, his hand back between her legs. “You’re soaked.”

She shook her head, but her body gave her away, arching slightly into his touch. The man on the right chuckled darkly, sliding a finger deep inside her. “God, you’re dripping,” he said, his finger slipping inside her.

Lina bit her lip to stifle a moan, her hands still moving on their cocks. The man on the left groaned, his thrusts becoming more erratic. “I’m gonna cum,” he warned, his grip tightening on her shoulders.

Lina’s stomach clenched. She needed this to be over. Her hand quickened on the man on the right, her thumb circling the tip of his cock. He cursed under his breath, his hips jerking into her hand. “Fuck...I’m...oh, fuck!” he came with a strangled cry, his release spilling over her fingers.

The man on the left followed soon after, groaning softly as he painted her chest with cum. Lina sat frozen, her hands falling away as both men relaxed into their seats. The room was quiet except for their heavy breathing.

The man on the right wiped himself off with a tissue, glancing at Lina with a smirk. “You’re amazing,” he said, leaning in to kiss her cheek. She flinched but didn’t pull away.

The man on the left leaned back, watching as Lina quickly reached for her blouse. “We could keep this going,” he suggested, his voice low. “The bathroom’s just down the hall.”

Lina shook her head, fumbling with her buttons. “I need to get back to Rahim,” she said quickly, her voice trembling. “He’ll wake up soon.”

The man on the left nodded reluctantly, pulling out his phone. “Give me your number,” he said, holding it out to her. Lina hesitated but rattled it off quickly. He dialed, stopping at the first ring. “Just to be sure,” he said with a sly grin.

Lina’s hands trembled as she frantically searched the floor for her discarded blouse, bra, and panties. The two men, seemingly amused by her desperation, helped her search in the dim light of the cinema. The man on her right found her panties first, but instead of handing them over, he held them up with a smirk. “I think I’ll keep these,” he said, taking a deep whiff before slipping them into his pocket. The man on her left chuckled darkly, clearly enjoying her discomfort.

Lina’s face burned with shame, but she didn’t argue. She quickly pulled on her bra and blouse, buttoning them with shaky fingers. She adjusted her skirt, smoothing it down as if it could somehow erase what had just happened. Without a word, she turned and rushed toward the bathroom, her heart pounding in her chest. She prayed the men wouldn’t follow her. Thankfully, they didn’t. The sound of their laughter faded as she reached the safety of the bathroom door.

Inside, she leaned against the sink, her breaths coming in shallow gasps. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, tears welling in her eyes. Her chest felt tight, her mind a whirlwind of guilt and confusion. She splashed cold water on her face, trying to steady herself, but the image of the man sniffing her panties lingered in her mind. What have I done? she thought, her stomach churning.

She wiped herself clean with trembling hands, her body still tingling from their touch. Part of her wanted to scream, to run out of the cinema and never look back. But another part, a part she refused to acknowledge, felt a strange thrill at the memory of their hands on her, their voices in her ear. She shook her head, trying to push those thoughts away. This is wrong, she told herself. So wrong.

Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to compose her expression. She couldn’t let Rahim see her like this. She slipped back into the theater, sliding into the seat beside him. He stirred, blinking sleepily. “Did I miss much?” he asked groggily.

Lina forced a smile, her voice trembling slightly. “Not really,” she lied, her mind still reeling from what had just happened. She glanced around the theater, the men were gone. But their words lingered in her mind…and their promise to call.

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Chapter 25: Cinema (Act 5)


Lina lay in bed, her body still tingling from the memory of what had happened earlier. Rahim was fast asleep beside her, his breathing steady and deep. She closed her eyes, trying to calm her racing thoughts, but the images from the cinema kept replaying in her mind like a forbidden film. Her skin felt hot, her nipples hard against the fabric of her nightgown, and a warmth pooled between her thighs that she couldn’t ignore.

She shifted uncomfortably, trying to find a position that would ease the ache inside her. But it was no use. The more she tried to push the thoughts away, the more vivid they became. She could almost feel their hands on her again, their lips trailing over her skin, their whispers in her ear. She bit her lip, a soft whimper escaping as she imagined one of them sliding their cock into her mouth while the other filled her from behind.

Her heart pounded as she gave in to the fantasy, her hand sliding down her stomach under the blanket. She hesitated for a moment, glancing at Rahim to make sure he was still asleep. Then, with a shaky breath, she let her fingers dip lower, tracing the dampness between her thighs. She gasped softly, her eyes fluttering shut as she imagined it was one of the strangers touching her instead.

But it wasn’t enough. The pleasure was fleeting, barely scratching the surface of what she craved. She needed more...more heat, more pressure, more illicit thrill. Her mind drifted again, and before she knew it, she was back in the cinema, sitting alone in the darkened theater.

This time, she was wearing a tight blouse that clung to her curves, the neckline plunging just enough to reveal the swell of her breasts. Her skirt was so short it barely covered her thighs, and she could feel the cool air brushing against her bare skin as she crossed her legs. She tried to focus on the movie playing on the screen, but her attention was quickly drawn to the two men who appeared beside her.

“You look amazing,” one of them whispered in her ear, his breath warm against her skin.

Lina’s heart leapt into her throat as she felt his hand slide onto her thigh, his fingers creeping higher under her skirt. She opened her mouth to protest, but the words died on her lips as the other man leaned in, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss.

She moaned softly, her body betraying her as she arched into him. His tongue teased hers, his hands roaming over her chest, squeezing her breasts through the thin fabric of her blouse. The other man’s fingers found their way between her thighs, slipping into her panties and brushing against the sensitive flesh hidden beneath.

Lina gasped, pulling away from the kiss. “Wait,” she breathed, but her voice was weak, trembling with need.
The men ignored her protests, their hands working in tandem to strip her of her clothes. Her blouse fell open, exposing her full, heavy breasts to their hungry gazes. One of them leaned down, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking hard, while the other pulled her skirt and panties down around her ankles.

She was completely exposed now, her body bare and vulnerable as they touched her, kissed her, worshipped every inch of her. She tried to resist, to push them away, but the pleasure was too intense. Her legs spread wider of their own accord as one of the men buried his face between them, his tongue lapping at her wetness with relentless precision.

Lina cried out, her hands tangling in his hair as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. She could feel herself unraveling, the tension coiling tighter and tighter until it finally snapped, sending waves of ecstasy crashing through her. Her body trembled, her moans echoing through the empty theater as he continued to lap at her, drawing out every last drop of pleasure.
When he finally pulled away, she was breathless, her chest heaving as she looked up at him with wide eyes. He smirked, standing up to remove his own pants along with his companion’s.

Her gaze dropped to their cocks, thick and already rigid with need. They stepped closer to her, guiding her hands onto them. She hesitated for only a moment before wrapping her fingers around each shaft, marveling at how they felt in her grasp. Her hands struggled to fit around the girth, and she could feel the heat radiating from them, making her own body flush with anticipation.

“Go on,” one of them murmured, his voice low and encouraging. “Show us what those pretty hands can do.”

Lina’s heart raced as she began to tug gently, her movements tentative at first but growing more confident as she felt them twitch in her hands. The men groaned in unison, their eyes locked on her with fierce desire. She could see how much they were enjoying it, their breaths quickening, but she knew they weren’t ready to release just yet.

To her surprise, one of the men leaned down, his face inches from hers. “Suck it,” he whispered, his voice thick with need.
Lina’s breath hitched, and she found herself curiously leaning toward his cock, her lips brushing against the tip. He moaned softly, encouraging her further. “Kiss it,” he urged, his hand gently guiding her head.

After a moment of hesitation, she pressed her lips to the velvety skin, kissing it softly before letting her tongue flick out to taste him. The man shuddered, his fingers tangling in her hair as she began to take him deeper into her mouth. She bobbed her head slowly at first, testing the sensation, but soon she found a rhythm, her saliva coating his length as she sucked harder.

The other man, not wanting to be left out, moved closer, his cock brushing against her cheek. “Me too,” he demanded, his voice rough with need.

Lina pulled away momentarily, catching her breath, before turning to him. She alternated between the two, her mouth working tirelessly as they moaned and groaned above her. Their hands roamed over her body, squeezing her breasts, sending jolts of pleasure through her. The feeling was overwhelming, mind-blowing even, and she couldn’t believe how much she was enjoying it.

One of the men suddenly pulled her up slightly, shifting her position. “Get on your knees,” he instructed, his voice commanding.

Lina obeyed, kneeling on the seat with her ass in the air, her hands resting on one man’s thigh as she resumed sucking his cock. She didn’t notice the other man moving behind her until she felt his fingers tracing the curve of her hips. Then, his mouth was on her pussy, licking and sucking with a fervor that made her cry out.

“I want to take you from behind,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin.
Lina froze, her mouth pulling away from the cock in front of her. “Not there, please,” she pleaded, her voice trembling. “My pussy is meant for Rahim.”
But the man ignored her, pushing forward as the other man swiftly guided his cock back into her mouth.

The man behind her ran his hands over her ass, spreading her cheeks apart and teasing her entrance with his fingers. Lina whimpered around the cock in her mouth as he placed the tip of his cock at her entrance.

Slowly, inch by inch, the man behind her entered her pussy, groaning at how tight she felt. Lina’s eyes widened as she realized what was happening, she was being filled from both ends, unable to speak or resist as she surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure.

Both men moved with intensity, their thrusts synchronized as they took control of her body. They whispered lewd comments to her, praising her for how good she felt, and to her surprise, it only turned her on more. She had never taken two cocks at once before, and the sensation was electrifying.

Eventually, they switched positions, the man who had been inside her moving to her mouth while the other took his place at her rear. This time, he was thicker, fucking her harder and faster until she cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure.
He groaned as he began to thrust harder, his hips slapping against hers with each movement. The man in front of her guided her head back onto his cock, his hands holding her steady as he fucked her mouth.
Their thrusts grew harder, faster, driving her closer to another climax.

“Please, slow down,” she begged, but her pleas only seemed to fuel their desire as they increased their pace.

Finally, they came together, one filling her mouth while the other spilled inside her pussy. Lina moaned uncontrollably, feeling completely overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of it all.

The men pulled away, leaving her spent and exhausted. Lina barely had time to catch her breath before she noticed five new strangers approaching, their naked bodies glistening under the dim light of the theater. Their eyes were dark with desire, and she could see their cocks, already hard and throbbing, ready for her. They had been watching the entire scene unfold, and now they wanted in.

One of them stepped forward, his voice low and commanding. “Since there’s five of us,” he said, his gaze locked on her trembling form, “let’s take turns double fucking her. Her pussy and asshole can take two cocks at once while her hands jerk off two more, and her mouth can suck the fifth.”

Another man nodded eagerly, his eyes raking over Lina’s exposed body. “She’s gorgeous,” he growled. “I want to cum inside her at least twice.”

Lina’s breath hitched in her throat, her mind spinning with panic. She wasn’t ready for this. It was too much, too overwhelming. She shook her head, her voice trembling as she pleaded. “Please, no… I can’t… it’s too much!”

But her protests only seemed to excite them more. One of the men grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her onto his hips, his cock pressing against her pussy entrance. Another positioned himself behind her, the tip of his cock nudging her asshole and his hands squeezing her boobs. Her arms were stretched out, each hand gripping a cock as they forced her to stroke them. Another man stepped in front of her, guiding her head toward his throbbing length.

“No, please!” Lina cried, tears streaming down her face as she felt the pressure of the men's cocks pushing against her tight holes. Her body was being used from every angle, and she could do nothing to stop it. She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself for the inevitable onslaught of pleasure and pain.

Just as she was about to be taken completely, her eyes flicked to the corner of the room. There, standing in the shadows, was Rahim. He was watching her, his face twisted in a mask of anger and betrayal. His bloodshot eyes were filled with tears, and Lina’s heart shattered at the sight.

“Rahim!...” she screamed, her voice breaking as she tried to reach out to him. But before she could say anything else, she jolted awake, gasping for air as the dream faded into the darkness of their bedroom.

Her body was slick with sweat, her heart pounding in her chest as she turned to see Rahim sleeping soundly beside her, completely unaware of what she had just experienced in that dream. Relief washed over her as she realized it was just a nightmare, but the lingering sensation of fear and guilt still clung to her like a second skin.

As she tried to steady her breathing, her phone buzzed on the nightstand. The screen lit up with a couple of text messages, but she couldn’t bring herself to look at them yet. Her mind was still reeling from the vividness of the dream, and she knew sleep would be impossible now.

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Chapter 25: Cinema (Act 6)


Lina lay in bed, her body warm and restless beneath the thin sheet that clung to her curves. The room was quiet except for the soft, rhythmic breathing of Rahim beside her, his chest rising and falling in the dim glow of the streetlights filtering through the curtains. Her phone buzzed softly on the nightstand, the screen lighting up with a notification. She hesitated, her fingers twitching with the urge to check it, but she didn’t want to disturb Rahim. Carefully, she slid out from under the covers, her bare feet touching the cool floor as she tiptoed out of the bedroom, closing the door gently behind her.

Once she was safely in the living room, she sank onto the couch, her phone clutched tightly in her hand.

The living room was bathed in the faint blue light of the television, left on mute. Lina’s heart pounded as she picked up her phone, her thumb hovering over the screen. The message was from him, the man from the cinema. His words were bold, unapologetic, and sent a shiver down her spine. "I can’t stop thinking about you. The way I touched you, the way your body responded… I need to see you again." Her breath hitched as she read the words, her fingers tightening around the phone.

Her fingers trembled as she scrolled through the messages, each one more explicit than the last. She swallowed hard, her mind in turmoil.

“I can’t stop thinking about you, Lina. What we did… it’s all I’ve been dreaming about.”

Her cheeks burned as she read the words, her body betraying her with a sudden warmth that pooled low in her belly. She bit her lip, her thumb hovering over the screen. She knew she should delete the messages, block his number, and forget this ever happened. But something inside her stirred a curiosity, a yearning she hadn’t felt in months. She hadn’t been intimate with Rahim since her pregnancy had become more pronounced, and the lack of attention from him had left her feeling distant, almost invisible. She hesitated for only a moment before typing out a reply.

“This is wrong. I can’t do this.”
The response came almost instantly.
“Why not? You wanted it just as much as I did. Don’t lie to yourself, Lina.”

Her breath hitched as she read his words. He’s right, a small voice whispered in the back of her mind. She had wanted it. In that moment, in the dark corner of the cinema, she had allowed herself to feel something...something wild, something forbidden. And now, as much as she hated to admit it, she wanted to feel it again.

“Please. Just meet me. No one has to know.”
Her pulse quickened as she stared at the message. Her thumbs moved almost of their own volition.
“I can’t. I’m pregnant. It’s not right.”

A pause. Then.
“Does that mean you’re even more sensitive now? More… responsive?”

Her cheeks flushed even hotter, and she felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her body. She shouldn’t be having this conversation. She shouldn’t be entertaining these thoughts. But as she sat there, her hands trembling, she found herself typing again.
“Maybe.”

The word hung in the air like a spark waiting to ignite. Her heart raced as she waited for his response.

“Prove it. Send me a picture.”
She gasped, her breath catching in her throat. No. Absolutely not. She shook her head, trying to clear the fog of desire clouding her thoughts. But her body had other ideas. The thought of him seeing her...seeing her pregnant body, her swollen breasts, her rounded belly sent a shiver down her spine. Her nipples hardened beneath the thin fabric of her nightgown, and she felt a wetness between her thighs that made her squirm.

“I can’t,” she typed, but her resolve was weakening.
“Just one picture. Something simple. No one will know.”

She glanced around the room, as if someone might burst in and catch her in the act. The silence was deafening, broken only by the soft hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen. Her fingers moved hesitantly over the screen as she opened the camera app. She adjusted her position on the couch, pulling up the hem of her nightgown just enough to reveal her bare legs. She snapped a quick picture, just her legs, nothing more. She hesitated for only a moment before sending it.
Her heart pounded as she waited for his response.

“Beautiful. But I want to see more.”
She bit her lip, her breath coming in short, shallow bursts. Her skin felt hot, almost feverish, and she could feel the dampness between her thighs growing with every passing second. She glanced down at herself, at the curve of her belly and the fullness of her breasts beneath the thin fabric of her nightgown. Her hands moved almost involuntarily, tugging at the neckline until one breast was exposed. Her nipple was hard and sensitive, and the cool air sent another jolt of pleasure through her body. She snapped another picture and sent it before she could change her mind.
Her phone buzzed almost immediately.

“Perfect. Touch yourself for me.”
Her breath caught in her throat as she read the words. Her body throbbed with need, and she couldn’t deny the desire coursing through her veins. She glanced toward the bedroom door, listening for any sign that Rahim might wake up. When she heard nothing but his steady breathing, she allowed herself to sink deeper into the couch.

Her hand drifted lower, slipping beneath the hem of her nightgown. Her fingers brushed against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, and she gasped softly at the contact. She hesitated for only a moment before letting her fingers glide higher, until they reached the dampness between her legs. Her breath hitched as she touched herself, her fingers sliding easily through the wetness that had gathered there.

“Tell me how it feels,” he texted.
Her hands trembled as she typed out a reply.
“Good… too good.”

She closed her eyes, letting her fingers explore further. Her body was so sensitive now, every touch sending waves of pleasure rippling through her. Her other hand reached up to cup her breast, her thumb brushing over her hardened nipple. She bit down on her lower lip to stifle a moan as she continued to touch herself, her hips shifting restlessly against the couch.

“Are you wet already?”
She couldn’t help the whimper that escaped her lips as she read the message. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending alive with sensation. She typed out a reply with shaking hands.

“Maybe…”
Her fingers found her clit, and she let out a soft gasp as she began to rub gentle circles around it. Her breath came in shallow pants as the pleasure built within her, each touch sending her closer to the edge. She could feel the tension coiling in her belly, threatening to explode at any moment.

“I want to hear you,” he texted.
She bit down harder on her lip, trying to suppress the sounds that threatened to escape her. But it was no use. As the pleasure intensified, a soft moan slipped past her lips, followed by another, and another. Her body tightened as she approached her climax, every muscle tensing in anticipation.

“Let go,” he urged. And she did. Her body shuddered as waves of pleasure crashed over her, pulsing through every inch of her being. Her fingers continued to move, drawing out the sensations as long as possible. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she rode out the waves of ecstasy, her body trembling with the intensity of it all.

When the last ripple of pleasure finally subsided, she slumped back against the couch, her body completely spent. Her phone buzzed once more, but she didn’t have the energy to look at it just yet. Instead, she lay there, staring up at the ceiling as she tried to process what had just happened.

She had crossed a line...a line she hadn’t even realized she was teetering on until it was too late. And now, as she lay there, her body still tingling with the aftermath of pleasure, she couldn’t help but wonder where this would lead.

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Chapter 25: Cinema (Act 7)


Lina stared at her phone, the screen lighting up with another message. Her heart pounded as she read it: How are you feeling now? She hesitated, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. She couldn’t admit how much his previous instructions had affected her, how she’d succumbed to the heat building inside her and let herself go. She typed back quickly, I didn’t feel anything. It was a lie, and she knew it. But admitting the truth felt dangerous.

A moment later, her phone buzzed again. This time, it wasn’t a text but a video. Lina’s breath hitched as she tapped to open it. The screen filled with grainy footage of a cinema, the dim light barely illuminating the scene. A woman sat in one of the seats, her legs slightly spread as a man’s hand crept up her thigh. Lina’s eyes widened as the hand slipped under the woman’s skirt, fingers moving with purpose. The woman didn’t resist; instead, she leaned back, her head tilting slightly as if enjoying the intrusion.

The man’s voice was low and husky as he narrated the scene in the background. “See how easy it is? She’s just sitting there, letting me touch her. And she’s loving it.” Lina’s pulse quickened as she watched, her own body betraying her with a fresh wave of warmth between her thighs.

Another video followed immediately after. This one showed a different woman, this time on her knees in the shadowy aisle of the cinema. Her lips were wrapped around a man’s cock, her hands gripping his thighs as he thrust into her mouth. The camera panned to show another man standing behind her, his hands gripping her hips as he pushed himself inside her. Lina’s breath caught in her throat as she watched the woman take them both at once, her body trembling with pleasure.

The man’s voice returned, dripping with arousal. “Imagine that’s you, Lina. Imagine how it would feel to have my cock in your mouth while someone else fucks you from behind. You’d love it, wouldn’t you?”

She nearly dropped her phone, her fingers fumbling as she tried to close the video. But another one started playing before she could stop it. This time, it was a girl seated in a row of chairs, her shirt unbuttoned as multiple hands groped her breasts and slid between her legs. Her face was flushed, her lips parted as she let out soft moans that echoed through the video. Lina’s chest tightened, a mixture of shame and arousal flooding her as she watched.

The man texted again, “These women… they all wanted it. Just like you do.”
Lina’s cheeks burned, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the screen. Her mind raced, torn between the thrill of what she was seeing and the guilt gnawing at her conscience. How could these women let themselves be touched like that? How could they enjoy it? But deep down, she knew the answer. She’d felt it herself that intoxicating mix of fear and desire that made her body respond even when her mind screamed no.

Her phone buzzed again, and this time it was a video of him. He was shirtless, his hand wrapped around his thick, erect cock as he stroked himself slowly. His voice was low and husky as he whispered her name, “Lina… I can’t stop thinking about you. About how wet you must be right now.” She watched, transfixed, as his hand moved faster, his breathing growing heavier until he came with a grunt, thick ropes of cum splashing onto the floor.

He sent another picture moments later, his cock, still hard and glistening with arousal. “This is what you do to me,” he wrote. “And I know I do the same to you.”

Lina’s fingers trembled as she gripped her phone. She wanted to shut it down, to block him and forget this ever happened. But another part of her, a part she barely recognized wanted to keep going, to see where this would lead. Her body was betraying her again, that familiar heat pooling between her thighs as she imagined what it would be like to feel his hands on her, his cock inside her.
Before she could stop herself, she typed back, “This is wrong.”

His reply came almost instantly: “You know you want it. I’ve already bought the ticket. Seat 12, row D in the same cinema tomorrow at 2pm. Just for you.”

Her heart skipped a beat as she read the words. A ticket. He’d actually bought a ticket. Her mind raced with images of the cinema...the darkness, the empty seats, the thrill of being so close to him without anyone knowing. She imagined his hands sliding over her body, his lips pressing against hers as he took her right there in the shadows.

She closed her eyes, trying to push the thoughts away, but they only grew stronger, taunting her with their intensity. Her body ached with a longing she couldn’t ignore, a need that had been building for so long. She pressed her thighs together, trying to ease the throbbing between them, but it only made it worse.

Her phone buzzed again, breaking her thoughts. “I’ll be waiting for you,” he wrote.
Lina stared at the screen, her heart pounding in her chest. She wanted to say no, to end this before it went any further.

But when she finally typed out her response, the words surprised even her: “I don’t know…”

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Chapter 26: Cinema (Act 8)

Her phone buzzed again, breaking her thoughts. “I’ll be waiting for you,” he wrote. Lina stared at the screen, her heart pounding in her chest. She wanted to say no, to end this before it went any further. But when she finally typed out her response, the words surprised even her: “I don’t know…”

But then, like a splash of cold water, reality hit her. Rahim. Their unborn child. The life they had built together. She shook her head, her fingers flying over the screen as she typed out another message. “I can’t meet you. It’s wrong.” She sent it, her heart sinking as she did.

The man assured her, he wouldn’t do anything without her consent. He just wanted to meet and talk to her first. Lina hesitated, then asked if he was coming alone or if there would be others—she was nervous about her safety. He replied calmly, “It’ll just be me.”

As Lina contemplated her next action, the man sent her an online ticket with a QR code. “I’ll join you once you’re seated,” he said. Lina glanced at the ticket. It was for a foreign film. She assumed he’d chosen it for privacy, given the minimal audience.

Another text came in, this time with a request: “Wear your sexiest lingerie.” Lina cursed herself for letting things get this far. After a long pause, she replied with a simple “We’ll see,” to which he sent back a heart icon.

Later, alone in the quiet of the night, Lina rewatched the videos he’d sent. She’d never experienced anything like this before, and despite herself, she felt a flicker of arousal. But the clock showed 3 a.m., and she forced herself to sleep beside Rahim, her heart racing with anticipation and guilt for what was to come at 2 p.m.

By noon, she was alone in the house, fidgeting nervously. Rahim had left for work, and Lina couldn’t bring herself to eat. She wrestled with her conscience, questioning whether she was already cheating or if meeting him was just a way to end things once and for all. But the fear of giving in to temptation gnawed at her.

At 1:30 p.m., after a long internal struggle, she called a cab and made her way to the cinema. Her nerves were on edge the entire ride, her mind a whirlwind of doubt and desire. When she finally arrived, the weight of her decision pressed heavily on her chest as she stepped into the dimly lit lobby.

She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling beneath the soft fabric of her blouse. The man had asked her to wear her sexiest lingerie, and she had obeyed, slipping into a black lace bra and matching panties earlier that morning. The thought of it made her cheeks flush, the delicate fabric feeling somehow both comforting and suffocating against her skin. She adjusted the straps under her shirt, thankful for the loose fit of her dress. It hid the evidence of her betrayal well enough.

Lina’s fingers trembled as she clutched the ticket in her hand, the QR code glaring up at her like a silent invitation. The cinema loomed ahead, its glowing marquee buzzing faintly against the afternoon sun. She hesitated at the entrance, her heart pounding so loudly she was sure the usher could hear it. What am I doing? she thought, her stomach churning with a mix of anticipation and guilt. She glanced at her phone one last time, hoping for some sign, some excuse to turn back. But the screen remained blank, offering no reprieve.

The usherer scanned her ticket with a bored expression, barely glancing at her as he waved her through. Lina stepped into the dimly lit hallway, the scent of popcorn and stale air filling her nostrils. The theater was nearly empty, just as she had expected. Her footsteps echoed softly as she made her way to her seat, her eyes darting around nervously. He said he’d sit next to me, she reminded herself, her pulse quickening at the thought.

She found her seat in the corner, the isolation of it both comforting and unnerving. The movie had already started, its muted dialogue and soft music creating a surreal backdrop to her internal turmoil. She sat down slowly, smoothing her dress over her thighs as she tried to steady her breathing. The seat beside her was empty, just as she had hoped or feared. She couldn’t decide which.

Minutes ticked by, each one stretching out longer than the last. Lina kept her eyes glued to the screen, though she barely registered what was happening. Her mind raced with possibilities, each one more tantalizing than the last. What if he doesn’t show up? What if he does? She crossed her legs tightly, the heat between them growing with every passing second.

Finally, she felt a presence beside her. A soft rustling of fabric, the faint creak of a seat being occupied. She froze, her breath catching in her throat. Slowly, she turned her head, her eyes meeting his in the dim light. He was tall, his broad shoulders outlined by the faint glow of the screen. His face was shadowed, but his eyes was sharp, piercing and locked onto hers with an intensity that made her shiver.

“You came,” he murmured, his voice low and smooth. It sent a jolt of electricity through her, her body responding before her mind could protest. Lina nodded, her lips parting slightly as if to speak, but no words came out. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her, taking in every detail, the flush of her cheeks, the rapid rise and fall of her chest. Her hands fidgeted in her lap, unsure where to rest. “I…I didn’t think you’d actually be here,” she finally whispered, her voice trembling.

He leaned closer, his arm brushing against hers as he settled into the seat. The contact was fleeting, but it sent a wave of warmth through her body, making her pulse quicken. “I told you I’d be waiting,” he said, his tone teasing yet soothing. “Did you doubt me?”

Lina shook her head quickly, too quickly. “No, of course not. I just…” She trailed off, unsure how to finish the sentence. How could she explain the storm of emotions raging inside her.

He reached over, his fingers lightly grazing her hand where it rested on the armrest. The touch was barely there, but it was enough to make her breath hitch. “Relax,” he said softly, his thumb tracing small circles on her skin. “We’re just here to talk. Nothing more.”

She nodded again, though she didn’t quite believe him. His touch was already sending shivers up her arm, her body betraying her resolve. She tried to focus on the movie, but his presence was overwhelming, filling her senses until she could hardly think straight.

He shifted slightly, his leg brushing against hers under the narrow armrest divider. Lina’s breath caught again, her heart racing as she felt the heat of him so close. She uncrossed her legs, her knees bumping against his as if by accident. Was it an accident? She wasn’t sure anymore.

His hand moved from hers to rest on her thigh, the weight of it sending a jolt of electricity through her. She stiffened for a moment, then relaxed into the touch, her body responding despite herself. His fingers traced slow patterns on her skin through the fabric of her dress, each stroke sending a spark of pleasure through her. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment.

“You’re so tense,” he murmured, his voice low and velvety in her ear. His breath was warm against her neck, making goosebumps rise on her skin. “Let me help you relax.”

Lina’s lips parted as if to protest, but no words came out. Her body betrayed her for a moment, leaning into his touch as his hand slid higher up her thigh. But then she caught herself, her conscience screaming at her to stop. She quickly pushed his hand away, her voice trembling but firm. “We’re here to talk. Nothing more,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument.

The man leaned back slightly, his hands retreating as he nodded. “Of course,” he said, his voice calm and reassuring. “Go on, I’m listening.”

Lina took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling as she gathered her thoughts. “Last night… the texts, the photos. It was a mistake,” she began, her voice shaky but determined. “And what happened yesterday, with the… the handjob. That was worse. I can’t forgive myself for it. Please, just forget about me. Forget this ever happened.”

The man didn’t respond immediately, his gaze lingering on her with an intensity that made her shift uncomfortably in her seat. “You’re beautiful,” he said finally, his voice soft but unwavering. “Graceful, even now, in your condition. I’ve never met anyone like you.” He paused, his eyes searching hers. “But I think you did what you did because your husband has been neglecting you. Am I wrong?”

Lina flinched, his words hitting too close to home. She opened her mouth to deny it, but the truth lodged itself in her throat. She looked away, her hands fidgeting in her lap. “It doesn’t matter,” she whispered. “I can’t… I can’t keep doing this. It’s wrong.”

“Is it?” he asked, his tone gentle but probing. “Think about it like this: If a man is starving and steals a loaf of bread to feed himself, is that a crime? Yes, by law. But morally? Does it make him a bad person? Or is it just desperation?” He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Your husband is depriving you of something you need...love, attention, affection. I’m willing to give that to you, and it’ll be our secret. No one has to know.”

Lina shook her head, tears welling in her eyes. “It’s not the same,” she protested weakly. “This is different. This is… betrayal.”
“Is it?” he countered, his tone still calm. “Or is it survival? You’re a woman with needs. Needs that aren’t being met. That’s not your fault.”

She tried to argue, to find the words to counter him, but he had an answer for everything. The more she spoke, the more she felt her resolve crumbling. She couldn’t deny the truth in his words, even if she hated to admit it.

Finally, he placed a hand on her shoulder, his touch light but grounding. “Let’s just forget about all of this for now,” he said softly. “No pressure. Let’s leave it to fate.”

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Chapter 26: Cinema (Act 9)


Lina nodded hesitantly, his words offering a strange kind of comfort. But then she felt his other hand brush against the fabric of her blouse, and she tensed. She tried to push him away again, but her resistance was weaker this time, her body betraying her once more.

His touch grew bolder as he slowly ran his hand over her blouse, the fabric sliding against her skin. She could feel the warmth of his palm through the thin material, and despite herself, she shivered.

Gradually, he lifted her blouse, revealing the swell of her breasts barely contained in the lacy half-cup bra she wore. He exhaled sharply, his eyes drinking in the sight of her. His fingers traced the taut flesh, teasing the edges of the bra, sliding the straps up and down.

Before Lina could stop him, he unhooked her bra and pulled it away, leaving her breasts exposed. “God, you’re stunning,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “I want to taste you.”

Lina’s heart raced as he leaned in, his lips closing around her nipple. She gasped softly, her hands gripping the armrests as he teased her with his tongue and teeth. He moved to her other breast, giving it the same attention while his hands kneaded the soft flesh.

The sound of his heavy breaths and the wet suction of his mouth filled the air, mingling with Lina’s muffled moans. She glanced around nervously, worried someone might see them, but he reassured her in a low voice, “There’s no one here. Just us.”

He lifted his head slightly, his lips brushing against hers. Lina hesitated, her loyalty to Rahim flashing in her mind, but her resolve was faltering. Slowly, she allowed him to kiss her, their mouths meeting in a slow, sensual exchange. His hands never left her breasts, their touch alternating between gentle caresses and firm kneading.
As they kissed deeply, Lina felt herself surrendering to the moment, her mind clouded with pleasure and guilt in equal measure.

His lips brushed against her ear, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re so beautiful,” he said, his words sending a shiver down her spine. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

She swallowed hard, her mind foggy with desire. “We…we shouldn’t,” she whispered, though her body was telling a different story.

He chuckled softly, his breath hot against her skin. “Just enjoy yourself,” he said, his hand slipping under her dress to graze the edge of her panties. “No one will know.”
Lina’s breath hitched as his fingers dipped beneath the lace, teasing the sensitive skin beneath. She bit down on her lip to stifle a moan, her hips shifting involuntarily against his hand. This is wrong, she thought, but the words felt distant, drowned out by the thrumming of her pulse.

His lips found hers then, soft and insistent, cutting off any protest she might have made. She kissed him back without thinking, her hands reaching up to clutch at his shoulders as he deepened the kiss. His tongue slid against hers, teasing and demanding all at once, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

His fingers moved lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her panties to stroke the slick folds between her legs. Lina gasped into his mouth, her body arching into his touch as he teased her entrance with his fingertips. She could feel herself getting wetter by the second, her arousal betraying every rational thought in her mind.
He broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes. “Do you want this?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

Lina hesitated for a moment, her mind clouded with desire and guilt. But when his fingers slipped inside her, stroking that sweet spot deep within, she couldn’t think rationally anymore. “I am not sure,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need.

He grinned, his eyes dark with hunger as he leaned in to capture her lips once more. His fingers moved with purpose now, thrusting in and out of her as he teased her clit with his thumb. Lina moaned softly into his mouth

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Chapter 26: Cinema (Act 10)


His fingers moved with a rhythm that sent shivers up her spine, each stroke coaxing more wetness from her eager pussy. Lina’s breath came in shallow gasps, her body trembling as he teased her clit with his thumb while his fingers thrust deeper. She bit her lower lip, trying to stifle the moans that threatened to escape.

“You’re so wet,” he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “I can feel how much you want this.”

Lina’s cheeks flushed, a mix of embarrassment and desire warming her skin. She didn’t want to admit it, but her body was betraying her. His fingers curled inside her, hitting that sweet spot that made her thighs clench and her hips buck involuntarily.

“Stop,” she whispered weakly, though her body arched into his hand. “This… this is too much.”

He chuckled softly, his breath hot against her ear. “You don’t mean that,” he said, his fingers never stopping their relentless pace. “I can feel how much you need this. Let me take care of you.”

Her mind was a fog of conflicting emotions that she couldn’t ignore. When he pulled his fingers out, glistening with her juices, she let out a small whimper of protest.

He brought his fingers to his lips, sucking them clean with a slow, deliberate motion. “You taste incredible,” he said, his eyes locked on hers. “Mmmmm....I want more.”

Before she could even process his words, he slid off the seat and knelt between her legs. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her lingerie panties, pulling them down slowly, inch by inch, until they were discarded on the floor. Lina felt exposed, vulnerable, yet a thrill ran through her as he spread her legs wider.

His tongue darted out, teasing her folds with light, flicking strokes. “Mmmm...so sweet,” he murmured against her flesh, his voice sending jolts of electricity through her. She gasped as he deepened the contact, his tongue lapping at her clit with increasing fervor. The wet, slurping sounds filled the air, and Lina could feel herself getting wetter with every passing second.
Her hands gripped the armrests tightly as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She tried to muffle her moans by biting down on her lip, but it was no use. The sensations were overwhelming, and she could feel herself teetering on the edge of climax.

“Don’t stop,” she begged, her voice barely above a whisper.

He obeyed, his tongue working her clit relentlessly until she shattered, her body convulsing as she came hard. Her back arched off the seat, and she cried out, the sound echoing in the empty theater.
When the last tremors of her orgasm subsided, he sat back on his heels, a satisfied smirk on his face. “That was incredible,” he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “We are just getting started...”

Lina’s heart raced as he unbuckled his belt and pushed down his pants and briefs, freeing his thick, erect cock. Her eyes widened at the sight of it, long and veiny, pulsing with need. He reached for her hand, guiding it to wrap around his length.

She hesitated for a moment, her fingers trembling as they touched him. But when he let out a low groan of pleasure, something primal took over. She began to stroke him slowly at first, then faster, her hand moving up and down his shaft.

“Suck it,” he said huskily, his voice thick with desire.
Lina shook her head slightly. “I… I don’t think I can.”
He gently cupped her chin, tilting her face towards him. “Just once,” he coaxed. “I want to feel your lips on me.”

Reluctantly, she leaned forward, pressing a tentative kiss to the tip of his cock. He groaned softly, his hands tangling in her hair as she licked him slowly, savoring the salty taste of his pre-cum. She took him deeper into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head as she worked him with increasing confidence.

His breathing grew ragged as she bobbed her head up and down, taking more of him each time. His hands tightened in her hair, guiding her movements as she sucked him with a rhythm that left him trembling.

“That’s it,” he moaned, his hips thrusting slightly. “Just like that.”
Lina could feel him swelling in her mouth, his cock growing harder with every stroke. He was close, and she could feel the tension building in his body.
“I’m going to come,” he warned, his voice strained.

She didn’t pull away. Instead, she sucked him harder, her tongue pressing against the sensitive underside of his shaft. With a guttural groan, he erupted, his cum spurting into her mouth in hot, pulsing waves. She swallowed quickly, but some of it spilled out, dripping down onto her bare breasts.

He collapsed back onto the seat, breathing heavily as Lina wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked down at the mess on her chest, feeling a strange mix of relief and guilt.

“We… we shouldn’t do this again,” she said softly, gathering her clothes and dressing quickly.

He didn’t respond, simply watching as she adjusted her bra and pulled her blouse back on. Lina stood up on shaky legs, smoothing down her skirt before heading towards the bathroom to clean herself up.

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Chapter 25: Cinema (Act 5)


Lina lay in bed, her body still tingling from the memory of what had happened earlier. Rahim was fast asleep beside her, his breathing steady and deep. She closed her eyes, trying to calm her racing thoughts, but the images from the cinema kept replaying in her mind like a forbidden film. Her skin felt hot, her nipples hard against the fabric of her nightgown, and a warmth pooled between her thighs that she couldn’t ignore.

She shifted uncomfortably, trying to find a position that would ease the ache inside her. But it was no use. The more she tried to push the thoughts away, the more vivid they became. She could almost feel their hands on her again, their lips trailing over her skin, their whispers in her ear. She bit her lip, a soft whimper escaping as she imagined one of them sliding their cock into her mouth while the other filled her from behind.

Her heart pounded as she gave in to the fantasy, her hand sliding down her stomach under the blanket. She hesitated for a moment, glancing at Rahim to make sure he was still asleep. Then, with a shaky breath, she let her fingers dip lower, tracing the dampness between her thighs. She gasped softly, her eyes fluttering shut as she imagined it was one of the strangers touching her instead.

But it wasn’t enough. The pleasure was fleeting, barely scratching the surface of what she craved. She needed more...more heat, more pressure, more illicit thrill. Her mind drifted again, and before she knew it, she was back in the cinema, sitting alone in the darkened theater.

This time, she was wearing a tight blouse that clung to her curves, the neckline plunging just enough to reveal the swell of her breasts. Her skirt was so short it barely covered her thighs, and she could feel the cool air brushing against her bare skin as she crossed her legs. She tried to focus on the movie playing on the screen, but her attention was quickly drawn to the two men who appeared beside her.

“You look amazing,” one of them whispered in her ear, his breath warm against her skin.

Lina’s heart leapt into her throat as she felt his hand slide onto her thigh, his fingers creeping higher under her skirt. She opened her mouth to protest, but the words died on her lips as the other man leaned in, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss.

She moaned softly, her body betraying her as she arched into him. His tongue teased hers, his hands roaming over her chest, squeezing her breasts through the thin fabric of her blouse. The other man’s fingers found their way between her thighs, slipping into her panties and brushing against the sensitive flesh hidden beneath.

Lina gasped, pulling away from the kiss. “Wait,” she breathed, but her voice was weak, trembling with need.
The men ignored her protests, their hands working in tandem to strip her of her clothes. Her blouse fell open, exposing her full, heavy breasts to their hungry gazes. One of them leaned down, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking hard, while the other pulled her skirt and panties down around her ankles.

She was completely exposed now, her body bare and vulnerable as they touched her, kissed her, worshipped every inch of her. She tried to resist, to push them away, but the pleasure was too intense. Her legs spread wider of their own accord as one of the men buried his face between them, his tongue lapping at her wetness with relentless precision.

Lina cried out, her hands tangling in his hair as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. She could feel herself unraveling, the tension coiling tighter and tighter until it finally snapped, sending waves of ecstasy crashing through her. Her body trembled, her moans echoing through the empty theater as he continued to lap at her, drawing out every last drop of pleasure.
When he finally pulled away, she was breathless, her chest heaving as she looked up at him with wide eyes. He smirked, standing up to remove his own pants along with his companion’s.

Her gaze dropped to their cocks, thick and already rigid with need. They stepped closer to her, guiding her hands onto them. She hesitated for only a moment before wrapping her fingers around each shaft, marveling at how they felt in her grasp. Her hands struggled to fit around the girth, and she could feel the heat radiating from them, making her own body flush with anticipation.

“Go on,” one of them murmured, his voice low and encouraging. “Show us what those pretty hands can do.”

Lina’s heart raced as she began to tug gently, her movements tentative at first but growing more confident as she felt them twitch in her hands. The men groaned in unison, their eyes locked on her with fierce desire. She could see how much they were enjoying it, their breaths quickening, but she knew they weren’t ready to release just yet.

To her surprise, one of the men leaned down, his face inches from hers. “Suck it,” he whispered, his voice thick with need.
Lina’s breath hitched, and she found herself curiously leaning toward his cock, her lips brushing against the tip. He moaned softly, encouraging her further. “Kiss it,” he urged, his hand gently guiding her head.

After a moment of hesitation, she pressed her lips to the velvety skin, kissing it softly before letting her tongue flick out to taste him. The man shuddered, his fingers tangling in her hair as she began to take him deeper into her mouth. She bobbed her head slowly at first, testing the sensation, but soon she found a rhythm, her saliva coating his length as she sucked harder.

The other man, not wanting to be left out, moved closer, his cock brushing against her cheek. “Me too,” he demanded, his voice rough with need.

Lina pulled away momentarily, catching her breath, before turning to him. She alternated between the two, her mouth working tirelessly as they moaned and groaned above her. Their hands roamed over her body, squeezing her breasts, sending jolts of pleasure through her. The feeling was overwhelming, mind-blowing even, and she couldn’t believe how much she was enjoying it.

One of the men suddenly pulled her up slightly, shifting her position. “Get on your knees,” he instructed, his voice commanding.

Lina obeyed, kneeling on the seat with her ass in the air, her hands resting on one man’s thigh as she resumed sucking his cock. She didn’t notice the other man moving behind her until she felt his fingers tracing the curve of her hips. Then, his mouth was on her pussy, licking and sucking with a fervor that made her cry out.

“I want to take you from behind,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin.
Lina froze, her mouth pulling away from the cock in front of her. “Not there, please,” she pleaded, her voice trembling. “My pussy is meant for Rahim.”
But the man ignored her, pushing forward as the other man swiftly guided his cock back into her mouth.

The man behind her ran his hands over her ass, spreading her cheeks apart and teasing her entrance with his fingers. Lina whimpered around the cock in her mouth as he placed the tip of his cock at her entrance.

Slowly, inch by inch, the man behind her entered her pussy, groaning at how tight she felt. Lina’s eyes widened as she realized what was happening, she was being filled from both ends, unable to speak or resist as she surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure.

Both men moved with intensity, their thrusts synchronized as they took control of her body. They whispered lewd comments to her, praising her for how good she felt, and to her surprise, it only turned her on more. She had never taken two cocks at once before, and the sensation was electrifying.

Eventually, they switched positions, the man who had been inside her moving to her mouth while the other took his place at her rear. This time, he was thicker, fucking her harder and faster until she cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure.
He groaned as he began to thrust harder, his hips slapping against hers with each movement. The man in front of her guided her head back onto his cock, his hands holding her steady as he fucked her mouth.
Their thrusts grew harder, faster, driving her closer to another climax.

“Please, slow down,” she begged, but her pleas only seemed to fuel their desire as they increased their pace.

Finally, they came together, one filling her mouth while the other spilled inside her pussy. Lina moaned uncontrollably, feeling completely overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of it all.

The men pulled away, leaving her spent and exhausted. Lina barely had time to catch her breath before she noticed five new strangers approaching, their naked bodies glistening under the dim light of the theater. Their eyes were dark with desire, and she could see their cocks, already hard and throbbing, ready for her. They had been watching the entire scene unfold, and now they wanted in.

One of them stepped forward, his voice low and commanding. “Since there’s five of us,” he said, his gaze locked on her trembling form, “let’s take turns double fucking her. Her pussy and asshole can take two cocks at once while her hands jerk off two more, and her mouth can suck the fifth.”

Another man nodded eagerly, his eyes raking over Lina’s exposed body. “She’s gorgeous,” he growled. “I want to cum inside her at least twice.”

Lina’s breath hitched in her throat, her mind spinning with panic. She wasn’t ready for this. It was too much, too overwhelming. She shook her head, her voice trembling as she pleaded. “Please, no… I can’t… it’s too much!”

But her protests only seemed to excite them more. One of the men grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her onto his hips, his cock pressing against her pussy entrance. Another positioned himself behind her, the tip of his cock nudging her asshole and his hands squeezing her boobs. Her arms were stretched out, each hand gripping a cock as they forced her to stroke them. Another man stepped in front of her, guiding her head toward his throbbing length.

“No, please!” Lina cried, tears streaming down her face as she felt the pressure of the men's cocks pushing against her tight holes. Her body was being used from every angle, and she could do nothing to stop it. She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself for the inevitable onslaught of pleasure and pain.

Just as she was about to be taken completely, her eyes flicked to the corner of the room. There, standing in the shadows, was Rahim. He was watching her, his face twisted in a mask of anger and betrayal. His bloodshot eyes were filled with tears, and Lina’s heart shattered at the sight.

“Rahim!...” she screamed, her voice breaking as she tried to reach out to him. But before she could say anything else, she jolted awake, gasping for air as the dream faded into the darkness of their bedroom.

Her body was slick with sweat, her heart pounding in her chest as she turned to see Rahim sleeping soundly beside her, completely unaware of what she had just experienced in that dream. Relief washed over her as she realized it was just a nightmare, but the lingering sensation of fear and guilt still clung to her like a second skin.

As she tried to steady her breathing, her phone buzzed on the nightstand. The screen lit up with a couple of text messages, but she couldn’t bring herself to look at them yet. Her mind was still reeling from the vividness of the dream, and she knew sleep would be impossible now.

Wow!!! An Almost Gang bang!!! Looking forward to it happening actually

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Chapter 26: Cinema (Act 11)


Lina closed the bathroom door behind her with a soft click, her heart still racing from what had just transpired. She moved to the sink, her hands trembling slightly as she lifted her blouse and bra to reveal the sticky trails of cum on her chest. Fishing out a pack of wet wipes from her purse, she began to clean herself up, dabbing at her skin with careful, deliberate motions.

The coolness of the wipes was a stark contrast to the heat still lingering in her body. After wiping away the remnants, she used dry tissues to pat her skin dry, her mind swirling with a mix of disbelief and shame.

She stared at her reflection in the mirror, stunned by how she had allowed herself to succumb to such forbidden desires with a complete stranger in the dark confines of the cinema. I hope this is the end of it, she thought, her stomach churning with guilt. She adjusted her clothes, smoothing out her blouse and re-fastening her bra, then touched up her makeup, trying to reclaim some semblance of composure.

Just as she was about to leave, she heard the bathroom door creak open and then lock behind her. Her breath caught in her throat as she turned to see the same man standing there, his presence filling the small space. She wanted to scream, but no sound came out. When she finally found her voice, it was shaky and nervous. “What are you doing here?” she asked, her tone laced with unease.

He took a cautious step closer, raising his hands in a gesture of peace. “I don’t mean any harm,” he said softly, his eyes never leaving hers. “I just wanted to see you… one last time.”

Lina’s hands gripped the edge of the sink as she tried to steady herself. “Please…I have deleted all our texts. You need to do the same” she pleaded, her voice trembling.

The man hesitated, his gaze softening. “Ok...Just one last kiss,” he murmured, his voice almost pleading. “For memory’s sake.”

Lina hesitated, conflicted. Reluctantly, she tilted her head slightly, offering her cheek. But the man didn’t settle for that. Instead, he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a gentle yet insistent kiss. She didn’t respond at first, her body stiff with resistance, but slowly, almost involuntarily, she began to soften. The warmth of his mouth against hers was intoxicating, and before she knew it, she was kissing him back, their tongues tangling in a deep, hungry embrace.

She knew she should push him away, end this before it went any further, but her resolve was crumbling under the weight of his persistence. The kiss deepened, his hands moving to her hips as he pulled her closer. His touch was electric, sending shivers down her spine.

The man, emboldened by her lack of resistance, lifted her blouse and bra completely, exposing her full breasts to the cool air of the bathroom. His mouth never left hers, his hands now roaming over her curves, fondling and caressing her large tits with a hunger that made her knees weak. Lina gasped into the kiss, her mind clouded with pleasure as she gave in to his lead.

When he finally broke the kiss, his mouth immediately descended to her breasts, sucking and nipping at her sensitive flesh like a man starved. Lina arched into him, her hands gripping his shoulders as waves of pleasure coursed through her. His hands were relentless, kneading and pressing her melons as he devoured them with unrestrained desire.

At the same time, his other hand slid down to her skirt, unzipping it with practiced ease. The garment pooled at her feet, leaving her clad only in her panties. Lina felt a flicker of self-consciousness about her pregnant belly, but it was quickly overshadowed by the intensity of the moment.

The man spun her around to face the mirror, her back pressed against his chest. Lina’s eyes met hers in the reflection as his hands cupped her breasts and his lips trailed hot kisses along her neck. She closed her eyes, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her body.

Her heart skipped a beat when she saw him remove his pants and briefs in the mirror’s reflection. For a fleeting moment, she considered jerking him off again to satisfy his lust, but he kept her firmly in place, his arousal pressing against her back.

The man reached for her panties, sliding them down with a deliberate slowness. Lina tensed and whispered, “I’m not ready…” But he hushed her gently, his voice low and reassuring. “Let it happen,” he murmured. Her resistance faltered as he removed her panties completely.

Lina could sense what was coming next and tried to protest one last time. “This isn’t what we agreed to… we need to stop.” But the man coaxed her again, his voice thick with desperation. “Let me make you feel good,” he whispered, his cock rubbing against her slick folds. “I need to be inside you.”

He pleaded with her repeatedly until she finally relented, her body betraying her better judgment. In a last-ditch effort, she asked nervously, “Are you clean?” He nodded quickly. “Yes.” She reached for a condom in her purse, but he grew impatient, shaking his head.

By then, he had already removed his shirt and was fully nude behind her. Positioning himself at her entrance, he gripped her hips firmly and slowly pushed into her. Lina gasped as he filled her, the sensation both foreign and overwhelming despite her six-month pregnancy.

“You’re so tight,” he whimpered, burying himself deeper inside her. For Lina, there was no turning back now. She knew what was about to happen and part of her couldn’t deny the thrill of it.

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Chapter 27: Cinema (Act 12)


Lina’s breath caught as his cock throbbed deep inside her, the sensation both electrifying and terrifying. “Please, stop!” she whispered, her voice trembling, but her body betrayed her, hips rocking back ever so slightly to meet his thrusts. Her hands gripped the edge of the bathroom sink, knuckles white, her reflection in the mirror staring back at her with wide, conflicted eyes.

The man behind her chuckled softly, his hands tightening on her hips like a vise. “You’re so fucking tight,” he growled, his voice low and rough with desire. His hips snapped forward again, driving himself deeper into her. Lina gasped, her head falling back as a shiver ran down her spine.

“I..I can’t do this without a condom,” she pleaded, her voice breaking. “It’s not safe… for me… for the baby.” She turned her head slightly, catching a glimpse of his face over her shoulder. His eyes were dark, hungry, and his lips curled into a sly smile.

“I’m clean,” he assured her again, his tone almost soothing, though there was an edge of impatience to it. “I just want to feel you… all of you.”

Lina’s chest heaved as she tried to steady
her breathing. Her mind raced with thoughts of Rahim, of their unborn child, of the betrayal that was unfolding right here in this dingy cinema bathroom. But her body, her traitorous body ached for more.

The warmth of him inside her was intoxicating, and despite her protests, she could feel herself clenching around him, drawing him deeper.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he murmured, his hands sliding up her sides to cup her swollen breasts. His thumbs brushed over her nipples, which hardened instantly under his touch. “You can’t fool me.... Your body is telling me everything I need to know.”

She shook her head, tears welling in her eyes. “No… I shouldn’t… I can’t…” But her words were lost in a moan as he squeezed her breasts harder, his fingers pinching her nipples just enough to send a jolt of pleasure through her.

The man pulled out abruptly, leaving her gasping at the sudden emptiness. Before she could protest, he spun her around to face him, his cock glistening with her wetness. He grabbed her hand and pressed it against his chest, letting her feel the rapid beating of his heart. “See how much you’re doing to me?” he said, his voice thick with desire. “I can’t think straight when I’m buried inside you.”

Lina’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but she couldn’t deny the thrill that coursed through her at his words. She reached into her purse with trembling hands and pulled out a condom packet, quickly tearing it open. He watched her intently as she unrolled the latex over his length, his cock twitching in her hands.

“Better?” he asked, his voice teasing as he stepped closer to her again. Lina nodded weakly, though she knew this was far from better. He turned her back around, guiding her to the sink once more. His hands gripped her hips firmly as he positioned himself at her entrance.

“Here we go,” he murmured, pushing into her slowly this time, giving her time to adjust. Lina bit her lip, a soft whimper escaping her throat as he filled her once more. The condom dulled some of the sensation, but it was still overwhelming, the stretch and the heat of him making her head spin.

He started to move then, his hips moving in slow, deliberate thrusts. “God, your ass is incredible,” he groaned, his hands sliding down to squeeze her cheeks. “And these tits… fuck.” He reached around to cup her breasts again, his fingers teasing her nipples as he continued to drive into her.

Lina’s reflection in the mirror was a mess—her hair disheveled, her face flushed, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure. She tried to look away, but the sight of him behind her, his muscles tensing with each thrust, was impossible to ignore. What am I doing? she thought, but the question was drowned out by the sound of their bodies slapping together.

“You feel so good,” he whispered into her ear, his breath hot against her skin. “I can’t believe I’m fucking a pregnant woman in a cinema bathroom. It’s unreal.” His words sent a jolt of shame through her, but also an undeniable rush of arousal. She hated how much she enjoyed this, how much she craved the forbidden thrill of it.

His thrusts grew faster, more urgent, and Lina’s moans grew louder, echoing off the tiled walls. Her hands clawed at the sink for support as he pounded into her, his cock hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars. “Oh God…” she whimpered, her body trembling on the edge of an orgasm.

But then he pulled out again, leaving her gasping and frustrated. He guided her to one of the toilet stalls, sitting down on the closed lid with a grunt. His cock stood straight up, hard and ready for more.

“Come here,” he said, pulling her onto his lap. Lina straddled him awkwardly, her back pressed against his chest.

He grabbed her hips and lifted her up slightly before lowering her back down onto his cock. Lina cried out as he filled her again, her hands gripping his thighs for balance. He set a steady rhythm, bouncing her up and down as he whispered filthy things in her ear.

“I wish I could cum inside you raw,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I want to feel you around me without any barriers.” Lina flushed with embarrassment but couldn’t deny the way his words made her ache with desire.

He shifted their position again, standing up and bending her over the toilet bowl. Her knees rested on the seat as he entered her from behind once more. The angle was deeper now, and Lina’s eyes rolled back as he hit that spot again and again.

“You’re taking me so well,” he praised, his hands squeezing her boobs tightly. “Owhhh....I wish I could continue longer...” Lina moaned loudly, unable to hold back any longer. Her orgasm crashed over her like a wave, her body trembling uncontrollably as she came around him.

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Chapter 27: Cinema (Act 13)


Lina’s body was still trembling from the intense orgasm that had just ripped through her. Her pussy was slick with her own juices, and she could feel the man’s cock still buried deep inside her, pulsing with need. He slowed his thrusts momentarily, his breath ragged against her neck as he kissed her salty skin. His hands roamed over her body, one reaching up to cup her breast, squeezing it roughly, while the other traveled down her spine to grip her hip.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he muttered against her ear, his voice thick with desire. “I can feel you dripping all over me.”

Lina’s chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, but she couldn’t deny the way her body responded to his words. She felt a fresh wave of arousal, her pussy clenching around him involuntarily. He let out a low groan, his fingers digging into her flesh as he adjusted his grip. The man then got Lina up from the toilet bowl & positioned her facing the basin with the mirror again.


“I told you I wanted to feel you raw,” he whispered, his lips brushing her ear. “No condom. Just me inside you.”
Before Lina could protest, she felt him pull out slightly, the sensation of his cock sliding free making her gasp. Her heart raced as she realized what he was doing. His hand moved between them, and she heard the faint rustle of the condom being removed. She turned her head, catching a glimpse of him tossing it onto the edge of the basin.

“Wait...don't...” she started, but he cut her off with a deep kiss, his tongue diving into her mouth as he positioned himself at her entrance again.
“Just let me feel you,” he murmured against her lips, his voice soft but insistent. “Just this once.”

Lina’s mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions of guilt, desire, fear, and a strange, overwhelming longing. She knew she should stop him, should push him away and demand he put the condom back on. But her body betrayed her, arching back against him as the tip of his cock nudged her slick folds.

“Please,” she whispered, the word slipping out before she could stop it. Whether she was begging him to stop or to continue, even she wasn’t sure.

He didn’t hesitate. With a slow, deliberate push, he slid into her again, this time without the barrier of the condom. The sensation was electric...hot, raw, and utterly intimate. Lina’s breath caught in her throat as he filled her completely, his cock stretching her in ways that made her shudder with pleasure.

“Oh my God,” he moaned, his voice trembling. “This… this is so much better. You feel amazing.”

His hands gripped her hips tightly as he began to move, setting a steady rhythm that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Lina could feel every inch of him, the heat of his skin against hers, the way his cock rubbed against her sensitive walls. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, but it escaped anyway, echoing softly in the small bathroom.

“Look at yourself,” he urged, his voice rough with need. “Look at what we’re doing.”

Lina’s eyes flicked up to the mirror in front of them. Her face was flushed, her hair wild and disheveled. Behind her, the man’s muscular frame was taut with effort, his eyes locked on her reflection. The sight of them together with his cock buried deep inside her was almost too much to bear.

She felt a fresh wave of arousal, her pussy clenching around him as he thrust deeper.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he growled, his hips slamming into hers with increasing force. “I’m not going to last much longer.”

Lina moaned again, her hands gripping the edge of the basin for support. She could feel herself getting closer to the edge, her body trembling with the effort to hold back. But he wasn’t letting up, his thrusts growing harder and faster, each one hitting that sweet spot inside her that made her see stars.

“Come for me,” he demanded, his voice low and commanding. “I want to feel you come around my cock again.”

Lina’s resistance shattered. Her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, her entire body convulsing as she screamed his name. He didn’t relent, pounding into her with relentless energy, his own release building rapidly.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice strained. “I’m gonna cum inside you.”
Lina’s eyes widened as she realized what was about to happen. She tried to push him away, but he held her firmly in place, his cock swelling even further inside her.
“Wait...no!” she gasped, panic rising in her chest. “You said you wouldn’t....”

But it was too late. With a final thrust, he came hard, his hot cum flooding her pussy in thick, pulsating waves. Lina’s body trembled as she felt every drop of him filling her completely. She collapsed against the basin, her legs giving out as he stayed buried inside her, still pumping every last bit of himself into her.
When he finally pulled out, she felt a rush of cum escape her, trickling down her thighs. He stepped back, breathing heavily, as Lina stared at their reflection in the mirror. Her face was a mixture of shock and arousal, her body still tingling from the intensity of their encounter.

He bent down to pick up his discarded clothes, not meeting her gaze. “That was… unbelievable....I wished I could've impregnated you,” he said quietly, his voice still shaking.

Lina didn’t respond. She couldn’t. Her mind was racing, trying to process what had just happened. She watched as he dressed quickly, his movements hurried.

“I’ll leave you to clean up,” he murmured, heading for the door. “Take care of yourself and.... I'll delete all our texts as promised ”

And then he was gone, leaving her alone in the bathroom with the evidence of their forbidden act slowly dripping down her legs. She glanced at her watch on her wrist and it was later than she thought. Rahim would be home soon.

She quickly grabbed some tissues to clean herself up, her hands trembling as she wiped away the cum and sweat. Her mind was a jumble of emotions of shame, guilt, arousal but beneath it all, there was a strange sense of satisfaction she couldn’t ignore.

She dressed hastily, her heart pounding as she tried to compose herself. She left the bathroom and headed for the door back to the cinema hall when...