21-08-2024, 12:32 AM
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Tarannum's eyes searched his, a desperate spark flickering in their depths. She knew she had him trapped, that his innocence was just another trophy to add to her collection. "You're so beautiful, Ajay," she cooed, her voice a seductive purr. "Don't you want to make me happy?" She leaned in closer, her breasts brushing against his chest, and he could feel the heat of her body, the weight of her desire pressing down on him.
Her hand slid further, her fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt. Ajay's breath hitched as she exposed his bare chest, her nails scbanging lightly against his skin. He tried to push her away, his voice a whimper. "Please, Tarannum ma'am, I need to go home."
Tarannum's eyes gleamed with a predatory hunger. She knew the power she held over him, and she was going to use it to the fullest. "You're just like the others," she murmured, her voice thick with lust. "So eager to leave when you could be enjoying this."
Her hand snaked down to his crotch, her sandal-covered foot sliding along the floor with a sinister grace. Ajay felt his stomach clench in revulsion as she began to stroke him through his trousers. "You can't ignore this," she whispered, her breath hot on his neck. "You're a man now, Ajay. It's time to embrace it."
He struggled to break free, his eyes wide with fear. "Please, Tarannum ma'am, I don't want this." His voice was barely a whimper, his body rigid with the effort to resist her. But she was relentless, her hand moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm that made his skin crawl.
Ajay's eyes widened in horror, his body rigid with fear. "Please let me go, Tarannum ma'am," he managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper.
But Tarannum was beyond the point of hearing. Desire had taken hold of her, twisting her into a creature driven by a hunger that could not be sated by anything but the most forbidden of acts. She had tried to seduce him, to coax him into her web willingly, but his innocence was a wall she couldn't breach. So now, she would take what she wanted.
Her grip on Ajay's wrists tightened, her nails digging into his skin. She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. "You're going to be mine," she murmured, the promise of a threat in her voice. "You're going to make me feel good." With a swift, almost violent movement, she pushed him back onto the couch, her body straddling his.
Tarannum's desperation was palpable, a living, breathing entity in the room with them. She could feel the last threads of her control slipping away, and she knew that she had to act fast. Her hand slid down to his zipper, her fingers fumbling with the metal. Ajay's eyes were wide with fear, his body trembling beneath her. He tried to buck her off, his legs flailing, but she was too strong, too determined.
With a savage growl, she yanked his trousers down, exposing his vulnerability. His underwear followed, leaving him bare and defenseless. Ajay's eyes filled with tears, his mouth a silent scream as she pinned his wrists to the couch with one hand and used the other to free herself from her own clothing. Her salwar fell to the floor, revealing her matching red lingerie that contrasted starkly with her fair skin.
Tarannum's desperation had morphed into something primal, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she positioned herself over him. The weight of her body pressed him into the couch cushions, and he could feel the heat of her against his thighs. She took a moment to appreciate his horror-stricken expression before leaning down to kiss him again, her teeth nipping at his lower lip. "You're going to love this," she whispered against his mouth, her voice a lie that echoed in the quiet room.
Tarannum's eyes searched his, a desperate spark flickering in their depths. She knew she had him trapped, that his innocence was just another trophy to add to her collection. "You're so beautiful, Ajay," she cooed, her voice a seductive purr. "Don't you want to make me happy?" She leaned in closer, her breasts brushing against his chest, and he could feel the heat of her body, the weight of her desire pressing down on him.
Her hand slid further, her fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt. Ajay's breath hitched as she exposed his bare chest, her nails scbanging lightly against his skin. He tried to push her away, his voice a whimper. "Please, Tarannum ma'am, I need to go home."
Tarannum's eyes gleamed with a predatory hunger. She knew the power she held over him, and she was going to use it to the fullest. "You're just like the others," she murmured, her voice thick with lust. "So eager to leave when you could be enjoying this."
Her hand snaked down to his crotch, her sandal-covered foot sliding along the floor with a sinister grace. Ajay felt his stomach clench in revulsion as she began to stroke him through his trousers. "You can't ignore this," she whispered, her breath hot on his neck. "You're a man now, Ajay. It's time to embrace it."
He struggled to break free, his eyes wide with fear. "Please, Tarannum ma'am, I don't want this." His voice was barely a whimper, his body rigid with the effort to resist her. But she was relentless, her hand moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm that made his skin crawl.
Ajay's eyes widened in horror, his body rigid with fear. "Please let me go, Tarannum ma'am," he managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper.
But Tarannum was beyond the point of hearing. Desire had taken hold of her, twisting her into a creature driven by a hunger that could not be sated by anything but the most forbidden of acts. She had tried to seduce him, to coax him into her web willingly, but his innocence was a wall she couldn't breach. So now, she would take what she wanted.
Her grip on Ajay's wrists tightened, her nails digging into his skin. She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. "You're going to be mine," she murmured, the promise of a threat in her voice. "You're going to make me feel good." With a swift, almost violent movement, she pushed him back onto the couch, her body straddling his.
Tarannum's desperation was palpable, a living, breathing entity in the room with them. She could feel the last threads of her control slipping away, and she knew that she had to act fast. Her hand slid down to his zipper, her fingers fumbling with the metal. Ajay's eyes were wide with fear, his body trembling beneath her. He tried to buck her off, his legs flailing, but she was too strong, too determined.
With a savage growl, she yanked his trousers down, exposing his vulnerability. His underwear followed, leaving him bare and defenseless. Ajay's eyes filled with tears, his mouth a silent scream as she pinned his wrists to the couch with one hand and used the other to free herself from her own clothing. Her salwar fell to the floor, revealing her matching red lingerie that contrasted starkly with her fair skin.
Tarannum's desperation had morphed into something primal, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she positioned herself over him. The weight of her body pressed him into the couch cushions, and he could feel the heat of her against his thighs. She took a moment to appreciate his horror-stricken expression before leaning down to kiss him again, her teeth nipping at his lower lip. "You're going to love this," she whispered against his mouth, her voice a lie that echoed in the quiet room.
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