Adultery NISHA:: A Hot Spy -Female Investigator Officer - Secret mission

[Shabaz123]

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Slowly, almost lazily, he began to tease. His mouth brushed the shell of her ear. Warm breath ghosted over the sensitive skin there. Then his lips closed gently around the lobe, a soft, lingering pressure that made her shoulders tense and then melt. Nisha’s hands hovered uselessly above the sink, fingers curling against nothing.
“Stay still,” he murmured, the words low and rough against her ear. “Let me feel you.”
His hands moved with patient intent. They slid upward along her sides, mapping the curve of her waist, the soft flare of her hips beneath the dbangd saree. The fabric was already loosening; he encouraged it, fingers finding the edge of the pallu and drawing it free with careful tugs. The silk whispered as it slid from her shoulder, pooling lower. Cool air touched the bare skin of her upper arm, and she shivered.
Pandey’s rough palms followed the path of the falling cloth. Over the blouse first, tracing the line of her collarbone, then lower. He cupped the full weight of her breasts through the thin material, thumbs brushing across the peaks that had already begun to harden. A soft, involuntary sound escaped her—half moan, half protest that held no real resistance.
“Hmmmmm… haaaaaa…”
The sound pleased him. He pressed closer, letting her feel the hard length of him against the soft curve of her ass. His manhood strained against his trousers, thick and insistent, nudging the cleft of her buttocks through the layers of saree and petticoat. Nisha’s breath hitched. She felt the solid heat of him, the unmistakable pressure, and her body answered with a slow, spreading warmth low in her belly.
“You feel that?” he whispered, rolling his hips once in a slow, deliberate grind. “That’s what you do to me. Every time I look at you.”
She pressed her lips together, teeth catching the soft flesh as another shiver ran through her. Her hands finally found the edge of the counter for support. Pandey’s fingers continued their slow exploration. He peeled the saree further, unwinding the long length of silk with unhurried care until it slipped free entirely and pooled at her feet in a soft, colorful heap. She stood now in only the fitted blouse and the petticoat, the thin cotton clinging to the soft swell of her hips and the full curve of her thighs.
His hands returned immediately, sliding under the hem of the blouse at the back, palms spanning the warm, bare skin of her waist. Rough calluses dragged lightly over soft flesh. Nisha’s body trembled. Every nerve seemed heightened. When his fingers drifted higher, tracing the sensitive undersides of her arms, she sucked in a sharp breath. He found the soft hollow of her armpits, stroking there with surprising gentleness before his hands curved forward again, reclaiming the heavy softness of her breasts.
This time he worked beneath the blouse. Fingers slipped under the fabric, finding bare skin, the lace edge of her bra. He pushed the cups upward, freeing her. Full, soft 36-inch breasts spilled into his waiting palms. He squeezed gently at first, then more firmly, thumbs circling the tightening nipples until they stood rigid against his touch.
“What happened, baby?” he whispered against the side of her neck, lips brushing the frantic pulse there. He caught her earlobe between his teeth again, a soft tug that sent another shiver racing down her spine. “Talk to me.”
Nisha’s head tipped back against his shoulder. Her eyes were half-lidded, lips parted. A soft, needy sound left her when he pinched one nipple lightly between thumb and finger, rolling it with deliberate pressure.
















“I… I can’t think when you touch me like this,” she managed, voice unsteady.
Pandey smiled against her skin. He kissed the side of her neck, open-mouthed and slow, tasting the faint salt of her arousal. His hips pressed forward again, the hard ridge of his cock nestling more firmly between the soft cheeks of her ass. The petticoat was thin; she could feel every thick inch of him, the heat of him, the way he pulsed against her.
“When I saw you the first time,” he said, voice rough with want, “I wanted this. I wanted to fuck you. Slow. Until you forgot every reason you ever had to hold back.”
Her lips pressed together again, teeth worrying the lower one. A flush had risen high on her cheeks. She was breathing faster now, chest rising and falling under his hands. He continued the slow torment, one hand remaining on her breasts while the other drifted lower, sliding over the soft plane of her stomach, fingers spreading wide as if to claim the entire expanse of skin.
He guided her hands upward. “Put them on the mirror,” he instructed, voice low and certain. “Higher. Rest them there. Stay like that for me.”
Nisha obeyed. Her palms pressed flat against the cool glass above the sink. The position arched her back slightly, pushing her breasts more fully into his hands and her ass more firmly against the hard evidence of his desire. She could see herself in the mirror—flushed, lips parted, eyes dark with growing need—and the sight of him behind her, large and intent, only deepened the heat coiling between her legs.
Pandey’s hands resumed their roaming. From the soft undersides of her raised arms, down the sensitive sides of her body, across the full, heavy curves of her breasts. He cupped and lifted them, squeezed, rolled the nipples until she was making small, helpless sounds with every breath. Then lower again, over her stomach, tracing the waistband of the petticoat. He did not rush to remove it. Instead he let his fingers dip just beneath the elastic, stroking the soft skin of her lower belly, the delicate crease where thigh met hip.
“You’re shivering,” he observed, almost fondly. His mouth found the junction of her neck and shoulder, teeth grazing lightly before he soothed the spot with his tongue. “Your whole body is reacting to me. Soft. Warm. Perfect.”
He pressed closer still, the thick length of his cock grinding slowly against her ass in a deliberate rhythm. The friction through the thin petticoat was maddening. Nisha’s hips shifted without conscious thought, a small, seeking movement that made him growl softly against her skin.
“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Feel me. Feel how hard you make me.”
His hands returned to her breasts, kneading more firmly now. The blouse was half open, the fabric pushed aside so that her soft flesh filled his palms completely. He pinched and rolled her nipples with increasing intensity, drawing soft, broken moans from her lips. Each sound seemed to urge him on. He kissed along the line of her jaw, then returned to her ear, whispering filthy promises between soft bites to the lobe.
“I’m going to take my time with you today. Tease you until you’re shaking. Until you beg. From the back…” His hips rolled again, cock sliding along the cleft of her ass. “…and from the front. Until every part of you knows who you belong to right now.”
Nisha’s fingers curled against the mirror. Her reflection showed the flush spreading down her throat, the way her breasts rose and fell with each quickening breath. Pandey’s rough hands never stopped moving—stroking, squeezing, claiming. One palm slid down the front of her body again, this time pressing more firmly over the soft mound between her legs through the petticoat. He cupped her there, the heel of his hand applying slow, circling pressure against the heat of her.
She gasped, hips jerking forward into the touch even as she pushed back against the hard length behind her. The dual sensation—rough hand between her legs, thick cock nestled against her ass—sent a fresh wave of shivers through her. Her knees felt unsteady. Only the press of her hands against the mirror and the solid strength of his body behind her kept her upright.
“Pandey… please…” The word slipped out, soft and needy.
“Please what, baby?” He nuzzled the side of her neck, lips brushing her ear again. “Tell me what you need.”
She couldn’t form a coherent answer. Her body answered for her—arching, pressing, seeking more of his touch. He continued the slow, relentless teasing. Fingers worked the waistband of the petticoat, easing it down just enough to bare the soft upper curves of her ass. Cool air kissed the newly exposed skin. His cock, still trapped in his trousers, pressed more intimately against her now, the heat of him searing.
He ground against her in long, slow strokes, letting her feel every thick inch. At the same time his hands returned to her breasts, cupping and lifting, thumbs flicking over the sensitive peaks. The dual assault—front and back—left her trembling, soft moans spilling freely from her lips. The mirror fogged slightly where her breath touched it.
Pandey’s voice stayed low and constant, a steady stream of praise and filthy intent whispered against her skin. He told her how soft she felt, how perfectly her body fit against his, how long he had wanted to strip her down and take her just like this—pressed to the counter, hands on the glass, completely at his mercy. Each word sank into her, heightening every sensation.
His fingers finally slipped fully beneath the petticoat at the front, finding the damp heat of her through the thin cotton of her panties. He stroked her there with maddening lightness at first, tracing the soft folds, gathering the evidence of her arousal on his fingertips. When he pressed more firmly, circling the swollen bud of her clit through the fabric, her whole body jerked.
“So wet already,” he murmured, approval rough in his voice. “And I’ve barely started.”
He kept the pressure light, teasing, never quite giving her enough. Behind her, his hips maintained that slow, grinding rhythm, cock sliding along the cleft of her ass, the thick head catching occasionally against the soft give of her cheeks. The combination was exquisite torture. Nisha’s breathing had become ragged. Soft, continuous sounds of pleasure spilled from her lips—little gasps and moans that mixed with the quiet sounds of skin against fabric and the soft wetness of his fingers working between her legs.
He shifted slightly, using one hand to free himself. The thick, heavy length of his manhood sprang free, hot and rigid, and he guided it back between the soft cheeks of her ass, now bared by the lowered petticoat. Bare skin met bare skin. The heat of him was startling. He didn’t push inside—not yet. Instead he let the thick shaft rest there, nestled intimately, and resumed the slow grinding, coating himself in the soft warmth of her while his fingers continued their teasing work at the front.
Nisha’s head dropped forward. Her forehead nearly touched the mirror. Every nerve felt raw, oversensitive. The dual stimulation—his cock sliding between her cheeks, his fingers stroking her clit through the soaked panties—built a pressure low in her belly that made her thighs tremble. She could feel herself growing wetter, the fabric of her panties clinging damply to her folds.
“Look at yourself,” Pandey ordered softly. One hand rose to cup her chin, tilting her face up so she had no choice but to meet her own reflection. “Look how beautiful you are like this. Flushed. Open. Wanting.”
She obeyed, eyes meeting the dark, heavy-lidded gaze of her own reflection. The sight of herself—blouse open, breasts bared and marked by his rough hands, petticoat half down, body arched and trembling against the solid strength of the man behind her—only deepened the ache between her legs. She watched his hand move between her thighs, the slow, deliberate circles of his fingers. She watched the way his hips rolled, the thick length of him disappearing and reappearing between the soft cheeks of her ass.
The visual combined with the physical sensation was overwhelming. A soft, broken moan tore from her throat. Her hips moved of their own accord now, rocking back against his cock and forward into his hand in a helpless, seeking rhythm.
Pandey’s control frayed slightly at the edges. He pressed harder against her, the thick head of his cock catching more deliberately against her entrance through the thin barrier of her panties. He didn’t push in. He simply held there, letting her feel the blunt pressure, the promise of what was coming, while his fingers continued their relentless teasing of her clit.
“Not yet,” he whispered, though the strain in his voice betrayed how much he wanted to bury himself inside her. “I’m going to make you wait. Tease you until you’re shaking so hard you can barely stand. From the back…” He rolled his hips, dragging the length of his cock along her cleft again. “…and from the front.” His fingers pressed more firmly, circling faster for a few deliberate strokes before easing off again, denying her the peak she was rapidly approaching.
Nisha’s soft moans turned into quiet, needy whimpers. Her fingers splayed wider against the mirror. The glass was warm now under her palms. Every slow grind of his hips, every deliberate stroke of his fingers, every soft bite to her ear and neck wound the tension tighter. She could feel the wetness gathering between her thighs, the way her body opened and softened in readiness for him.
He kept her there for long, exquisite minutes—teasing, grinding, whispering filthy encouragement against her skin. His hands never stopped moving. One remained between her legs, stroking and circling with expert precision, always stopping just short of letting her fall over the edge. The other returned again and again to her breasts, squeezing, pinching, rolling the sensitive nipples until they ached with pleasure. Behind her, his cock remained a constant, thick presence, sliding through the soft valley of her ass, the head occasionally catching and pressing against her entrance in a maddening promise.
When her legs began to shake in earnest, when her soft moans turned into continuous, broken sounds of need, Pandey finally eased the petticoat the rest of the way down. It joined the saree on the floor. The panties followed a moment later, peeled carefully down her thighs until she stepped free of them. She stood completely bare now from the waist down, blouse open and pushed aside, breasts heavy and marked by his hands, the soft dark curls between her legs glistening with arousal.
He guided her legs slightly apart. The new position opened her more fully to him. He returned his cock to the soft cleft of her ass, but this time he let the thick head drift lower, sliding through the slick folds of her sex from behind. The blunt pressure of him against her entrance made her cry out softly. Still he did not enter. He simply held there, letting her feel the heavy weight of him, the heat, the stretch that waited just a push away, while his fingers found her clit again from the front and resumed their slow, circling torment.
“Feel that?” he whispered against her ear, voice thick with restraint. “That’s how badly I want you. But you’re going to take everything I give you first. Every tease. Every touch. Until you’re aching for it.”
Nisha could only nod, forehead pressed to the cool glass, body trembling between the dual sources of pleasure. His cock slid forward and back along her slick folds in long, slow strokes, coating himself thoroughly in her wetness. Each pass brought the thick head to rest against her entrance for a breathless second before he drew back again. At the same time his fingers worked her clit with increasing intensity, building the pressure higher and higher only to ease off whenever she seemed close to breaking.
The teasing stretched on, luxurious and relentless. He kissed and bit softly along the side of her neck, the sensitive skin behind her ear, the slope of her shoulder. His free hand continued to roam her body—cupping her breasts, sliding over the soft curve of her stomach, gripping her hip to hold her steady as he ground against her. The mirror reflected every detail: the flush of her skin, the dark intensity of his eyes, the way her body arched and trembled under his touch.
When he finally spoke again, his voice was lower, rougher. “Today I will love to have you. Every way. But first…” He pressed the head of his cock more firmly against her entrance, not quite entering, just letting her feel the insistent pressure. “…I’m going to make sure you’re ready. Soft. Open. Begging.”
Nisha’s soft, continuous moans filled the quiet kitchen. Her body was a live wire of sensation—breasts aching from his rough handling, clit throbbing under the steady circles of his fingers, the thick length of him sliding through her folds and pressing against her entrance in a maddening rhythm. She was lost in it, completely given over to the slow, deliberate teasing he subjected her to from both sides.
And still he did not rush. He kept her there, suspended on the edge, hands on the mirror, body arched and trembling, soft cries of need spilling from her lips as he continued the exquisite, endless torment of hands and cock and whispered promises against her skin......

[Shabaz123]

Hot hot...Pandey fucks in a totally hardcore way.... In such a way that he couldn't even walk properly.

[Hotgiri]

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[RedDranzar]

Yes she has already started with others. Soon the best mission for her will be a undercover escort

[Vicky Viknesh]

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[couples2k9]

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[Shabaz123]

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[couples2k9]

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[Fun123]

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[girrich9486]

Hot hot...Pandey fucks in a totally hardcore way.... In such a way that he couldn't even walk properly.

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[lakshana]

This being a female centric story while also being erotic, it would be good to see how Nisha will turn the situations to her advantage and have mutual pleasures.

[Shabaz123]

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[couples2k9]

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[Abhi T]

Please next update

[girrich9486]

Hot hot...Pandey fucks in a totally hardcore way.... In such a way that he couldn't even walk properly.

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[girrich9486]

Yes she has already started with others. Soon the best mission for her will be a undercover escort

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[girrich9486]

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[girrich9486]

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[girrich9486]

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