11-09-2024, 10:08 AM
Arijit watches, transfixed, as Supratim gradually sheaths himself inside his fiance. The sight of the condom offers small comfort as he witnesses this more masculine man claim her. His arousal builds despite the humiliation, his hand moving faster as Anita's resistance crumbles and she begins to respond to Supratim's thrusts. His fingers tighten around his own cock, stroking furiously as he watches his fiance's body accept another man.
Supratim's powerful form looms over Anita, his broad, hair-covered chest glistening with a light sheen of sweat. The stark contrast between his masculine physique and Anita's petite slim-thick frame is evident as he begins to move within her.
"That's it, baby," Supratim growls, his voice thick with lust. "Take all of me, just like you used to." Arijit’s eyes remain locked on the point where their bodies join, watching as this alpha male’s thick, hard shaft gradually disappears into the depths of his fiance’s womanhood.
"Ah... ah... ah..." Anita pants, each exhale punctuated by a little moan as her boss’s cock sinks deeper into her. Her legs tremble, wrapping tighter around his waist as if to pull him closer.
Arijit's hips buck involuntarily, thrusting into his own grip as he watches Supratim's hairy muscular ass flex with each powerful thrust. The sight of his fiance’s legs wrapping tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper, makes Arijit's stomach churn even as his cock throbs insistently.
Anita rarely speaks, but her body's response is unmistakable. Her fingers curl into Supratim's chest hair, clinging to him as she adjusts to his considerable size. Her back arches off the desk, pressing her soft breasts against his coarse hair.
Supratim gradually increases his pace, eliciting a silent gasp from his dusky, petite employee. Her eyes flutter closed, lost in the sensations overwhelming her. The polished wood of the desk creaks beneath them, protesting against the rhythmic pounding.
"Fuck, you're tight," Supratim growls, his hands gripping Anita's hips with bruising force. He pulls her closer to the edge of the desk, angling her pelvis to allow for deeper penetration.
“Huhhhhhh….”, Anita's breath catches in her throat as Supratim hits a particularly sensitive spot. "Oh gosh!!" she whimpers, her back arching off the desk. Her breasts bounce with each powerful thrust, her dark-brown nipples hardened to stiff peaks. Her hunky boss leans forward, capturing one of those tempting buds between his lips. He sucks hard, “Ohhhhhhhh…ahhh”, drawing a keening moan from her. His tongue swirls around her nipple, teasing and tormenting as his hips continue their relentless assault.
"You like that, don't you?" Supratim murmurs against her skin, his hot breath sending shivers down Anita's spine. "You like being fucked by a real man." Anita can only nod, words failing her as pleasure courses through her body. Her hands scrabble for purchase on the smooth surface of the desk, finally finding the edges and gripping tight.
Arijit's hand moves frantically on his cock as he watches through the blinds. His chest tightens as he sees her nod, gripping the desk, and with each glimpse of his sweet fiance’s pleasure-contorted face. His strokes quicken, matching Supratim's punishing rhythm. Shame burns through him, yet he can't stop. His breath comes in ragged gasps, cock throbbing as he witnesses this tall, hairy, masculine man ignite a passion in Anita he never could. Torn between rage and perverse excitement, Arijit's hand flies faster, his own climax building as he watches his fiance submit to her domineering boss.
Supratim straightens up, his hands sliding under Anita's thighs. In one swift motion, he hoists her legs over his shoulders, nearly bending her in half. The new angle allows him to penetrate even deeper, his girthy 8-inch cock hitting spots Anita had forgotten even existed.
"Oh fuck... oh fuck... oh fuck..." she chants, her voice rising in pitch with each thrust. Her eyes fly open, locking onto Supratim's intense gaze. The raw desire she sees there sends another jolt of arousal through her. The room fills with the sounds and scents of their passionate coupling.
Arijit finds himself stroking faster, dumbfounded by her reactions. The reality of his fiance's infidelity is undeniable now, yet he remains rooted to the spot, aroused and humiliated in equal measure.
Supratim's pace becomes punishing, his hips snapping forward with enough force to slide Anita back on the desk. He grabs her wrists, pinning them above her head with one large hand. The other snakes between their bodies, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing tight circles.
Anita's world narrows to the points where their bodies connect - Supratim's cock stretching her impossibly wide, his thumb on her clit sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her, his hand restraining her wrists. She feels utterly possessed, claimed in a way she hasn’t experienced in a long time.
"That's it," Supratim growls, feeling Anita's inner walls begin to flutter around him. "Cum for me. Let me feel you cumming on my cock like you used to." His words push Anita closer to the edge. She can feel her orgasm building, a white-hot pressure at the base of her spine threatening to explode.
"Please," she whimpers, not even sure what she's begging for.
Supratim seems to understand, though. He redoubles his efforts, his hips pistoning at a frantic pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room, punctuated by Anita's increasingly loud moans and Supratim's grunts of exertion.
"Fuck! Oh gosh!" Anita wails, her body writhing beneath Supratim's powerful form. "It's so... so much!" Her cries echo through the room, a symphony of pleasure and pain that only fuels her boss’s ardor.
"That's it, baby. Let me hear you!" he growls, driving into her with increased fervor.
Arijit struggles to control himself, forcing his hand to slow its frantic pace. The sight and sounds of his fiance being thoroughly ravaged threaten to push him over the edge far too soon. His fingers tremble as he loosens his grip, fighting against the urge to stroke faster. His chest heaves with ragged breaths, his heart pounding so loudly he fears it might give him away. Sweat beads on his forehead as he battles his own body, torn between the desire for release and the perverse need to prolong this humiliating voyeurism. His eyes remain locked on the writhing figures beyond the window, drinking in every detail of his fiance’s submission to her domineering boss.
"Look at me," Supratim yells at Anita, his voice rough with desire. "I want to see your face when you cum."
Anita forces her eyes open, meeting Supratim's intense gaze. The connection seems to ignite something within her, pushing her over the edge. Her back arches off the desk and her screams reach a fever pitch, her body convulsing in what appears to be an intense orgasm. Supratim doesn't slow his pace however, fucking Anita through her climax. His thumb continues its relentless assault on her clit, prolonging her pleasure until it borders on pain. Anita's body shudders uncontrollably, waves of ecstasy washing over her again and again.
"Fuck... huhhh...stop… too much!" Anita gasps, her voice hoarse from screaming. Her hands push weakly against Supratim's chest, overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensations.
“Arrghhhhhh……!”, Supratim growls, his hips stuttering for a moment before he regains control. He leans down, capturing Anita's lips in a searing kiss that swallows her whimpers. Gradually, he eases back, his punishing rhythm slowing to a gentler pace.
Anita breaks the kiss with a shuddering gasp, her head falling back against the desk. Supratim's thumb leaves her oversensitive clit, instead gripping her hip as he continues to thrust languidly into her.
Supratim slows his pace further, allowing Anita to catch her breath after her intense climax. Her chest heaves as she gulps in air, her body still trembling from the aftershocks. Beads of sweat glisten on her flushed skin, her hair a wild tangle around her head.
Arijit's emotions spiral out of control as he witnesses Anita's earth-shattering orgasm. His hand trembles on his cock, torn between jealousy and arousal. A surge of inadequacy washes over him, knowing he's never brought Anita to such heights of pleasure. When Supratim slows his pace, allowing Anita to catch her breath, Arijit feels a twisted mix of relief and disappointment. His emotions churn violently - love, hate, lust, and shame all warring within him as he continues to watch his fiance in the throes of passion with another man.
"Fuck," Supratim pants, his own breathing ragged. Sweat glistens on his hairy chest as he fights to control his primal urges. "You still know how to milk a cock, baby."
Anita can only whimper in response, her eyes glazed with pleasure. Supratim grins wolfishly, his stamina clearly far from spent.
"Let's change things up," he growls, his hands gripping her hips. With a swift motion, he flips her onto her stomach, bending her over the desk. The sudden movement elicits a surprised gasp from his employee and Arijit’s fiancé.
Arijit watches, amazed, as this tall hunk maneuvers his fiance into this new position. His hand slows to a crawl, desperately trying to prolong his own pleasure.
Supratim adjusts Anita's stance, spreading her legs wider and pushing her chest flat against the cool surface of the desk. He runs a hand down her spine, causing her to shiver in anticipation. "Ready for round two?" he asks, his voice husky with renewed lust.
Anita nods eagerly, pushing her hips back towards him. "Mmmmhmmm….." she moans, her inhibitions long forgotten. Arijit’s breath catches in his throat as Anita arches her back, presenting herself to Supratim in a way she never has for her fiance. A bead of sweat trickles down Arijit's temple as he forces himself to maintain this torturous pace, fighting against the urge to stroke faster.
Supratim lines himself up, ready to claim her once more. The sight of his fiance, completely naked and bent over the desk, so wantonly offering herself to another man, sends an even stronger wave of arousal and humiliation through Arijit than before. His breath hitches as he watches Supratim's thick cock poised at Anita's entrance. His own neglected member twitches in his grip, a bead of pre-cum forming at the tip. His cheeks burn with shame, yet he can't tear his eyes away from the scene.
Supratim plunges back into Anita with renewed vigor, his primal instincts taking over. The desk creaks ominously under the force of his thrusts as he claims her from behind.
"Ungh... ungh... oh god..!!..", her guttural moans echo through the room, punctuated by sharp gasps. Her fingers claw at the smooth surface of the desk, desperate for purchase.
"Ah! Ah! Fuck!" Her cries grow louder and more desperate with each powerful thrust. In the meantime, her arousal reaches unprecedented levels, her body responding eagerly to her boss’s relentless assault. Her wetness is evident, glistening on her inner thighs and coating his thick manhood with each powerful thrust.
The obscene squelching sounds of their coupling fill the air, a testament to Anita's intense arousal. Arijit watches, mesmerized, as rivulets of his fiance’s arousal trickle down her trembling legs. The wet sounds of Supratim's cock plunging into Anita's drenched pussy echo in his ears, making his stomach churn with a potent mix of shame and desire. He feels a pang of inadequacy as he realizes he's never seen or felt Anita this wet before. The sight of her juices coating another man's shaft and running down her legs in thin streams is both horrifying and intensely erotic to Arijit.
"Mmmmphhhh... nnnnggghhhh... yes…yes…yes!" The wet sounds of their bodies connecting mingle with her vocalizations. Her juices drip onto the hardwood floor beneath her, forming a small puddle that grows with each passing moment.
Supratim growls appreciatively, feeling her slickness envelop him. "Fuck, you're soaked," he pants, his fingers digging into her hips. "Always so wet for me."
"Hah... hah... oh fuck!" Anita's voice rises in pitch, bordering on a scream, her body instinctively clenching around her boss’s girth. Her wetness seems to increase with each thrust, as if her body is desperate to accommodate his massive size.
Supratim's hands grip Anita's hips with bruising force, pulling her back to meet each powerful thrust. His hairy chest presses against her back as he leans over her, growling in her ear like a rutting beast. Anita's body responds instinctively, her back arching to take him deeper. Her eyes roll back, lost in the overwhelming sensations as her boss hits spots her fiancé never could.
The air is thick with the musky scent of their coupling, punctuated by the rhythmic slapping of flesh on flesh. Supratim's stamina seems endless as he continues to pound into Anita with unrelenting force. Arijit finds himself lightheaded, overwhelmed by the sensory onslaught of watching his fiance become wetter than he's ever seen her. He struggles to maintain control, his own release threatening to overtake him. The sight of his fiance being so thoroughly dominated by this alpha male is both agonizing and intoxicating. Moreover, the stark contrast between Supratim's dominant presence and his own voyeuristic position sends a fresh wave of humiliation through Arijit, yet he remains rooted to the spot, unable to tear himself away from the erotic spectacle before him.
Supratim's powerful form looms over Anita, his broad, hair-covered chest glistening with a light sheen of sweat. The stark contrast between his masculine physique and Anita's petite slim-thick frame is evident as he begins to move within her.
"That's it, baby," Supratim growls, his voice thick with lust. "Take all of me, just like you used to." Arijit’s eyes remain locked on the point where their bodies join, watching as this alpha male’s thick, hard shaft gradually disappears into the depths of his fiance’s womanhood.
"Ah... ah... ah..." Anita pants, each exhale punctuated by a little moan as her boss’s cock sinks deeper into her. Her legs tremble, wrapping tighter around his waist as if to pull him closer.
Arijit's hips buck involuntarily, thrusting into his own grip as he watches Supratim's hairy muscular ass flex with each powerful thrust. The sight of his fiance’s legs wrapping tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper, makes Arijit's stomach churn even as his cock throbs insistently.
Anita rarely speaks, but her body's response is unmistakable. Her fingers curl into Supratim's chest hair, clinging to him as she adjusts to his considerable size. Her back arches off the desk, pressing her soft breasts against his coarse hair.
Supratim gradually increases his pace, eliciting a silent gasp from his dusky, petite employee. Her eyes flutter closed, lost in the sensations overwhelming her. The polished wood of the desk creaks beneath them, protesting against the rhythmic pounding.
"Fuck, you're tight," Supratim growls, his hands gripping Anita's hips with bruising force. He pulls her closer to the edge of the desk, angling her pelvis to allow for deeper penetration.
“Huhhhhhh….”, Anita's breath catches in her throat as Supratim hits a particularly sensitive spot. "Oh gosh!!" she whimpers, her back arching off the desk. Her breasts bounce with each powerful thrust, her dark-brown nipples hardened to stiff peaks. Her hunky boss leans forward, capturing one of those tempting buds between his lips. He sucks hard, “Ohhhhhhhh…ahhh”, drawing a keening moan from her. His tongue swirls around her nipple, teasing and tormenting as his hips continue their relentless assault.
"You like that, don't you?" Supratim murmurs against her skin, his hot breath sending shivers down Anita's spine. "You like being fucked by a real man." Anita can only nod, words failing her as pleasure courses through her body. Her hands scrabble for purchase on the smooth surface of the desk, finally finding the edges and gripping tight.
Arijit's hand moves frantically on his cock as he watches through the blinds. His chest tightens as he sees her nod, gripping the desk, and with each glimpse of his sweet fiance’s pleasure-contorted face. His strokes quicken, matching Supratim's punishing rhythm. Shame burns through him, yet he can't stop. His breath comes in ragged gasps, cock throbbing as he witnesses this tall, hairy, masculine man ignite a passion in Anita he never could. Torn between rage and perverse excitement, Arijit's hand flies faster, his own climax building as he watches his fiance submit to her domineering boss.
Supratim straightens up, his hands sliding under Anita's thighs. In one swift motion, he hoists her legs over his shoulders, nearly bending her in half. The new angle allows him to penetrate even deeper, his girthy 8-inch cock hitting spots Anita had forgotten even existed.
"Oh fuck... oh fuck... oh fuck..." she chants, her voice rising in pitch with each thrust. Her eyes fly open, locking onto Supratim's intense gaze. The raw desire she sees there sends another jolt of arousal through her. The room fills with the sounds and scents of their passionate coupling.
Arijit finds himself stroking faster, dumbfounded by her reactions. The reality of his fiance's infidelity is undeniable now, yet he remains rooted to the spot, aroused and humiliated in equal measure.
Supratim's pace becomes punishing, his hips snapping forward with enough force to slide Anita back on the desk. He grabs her wrists, pinning them above her head with one large hand. The other snakes between their bodies, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing tight circles.
Anita's world narrows to the points where their bodies connect - Supratim's cock stretching her impossibly wide, his thumb on her clit sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her, his hand restraining her wrists. She feels utterly possessed, claimed in a way she hasn’t experienced in a long time.
"That's it," Supratim growls, feeling Anita's inner walls begin to flutter around him. "Cum for me. Let me feel you cumming on my cock like you used to." His words push Anita closer to the edge. She can feel her orgasm building, a white-hot pressure at the base of her spine threatening to explode.
"Please," she whimpers, not even sure what she's begging for.
Supratim seems to understand, though. He redoubles his efforts, his hips pistoning at a frantic pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room, punctuated by Anita's increasingly loud moans and Supratim's grunts of exertion.
"Fuck! Oh gosh!" Anita wails, her body writhing beneath Supratim's powerful form. "It's so... so much!" Her cries echo through the room, a symphony of pleasure and pain that only fuels her boss’s ardor.
"That's it, baby. Let me hear you!" he growls, driving into her with increased fervor.
Arijit struggles to control himself, forcing his hand to slow its frantic pace. The sight and sounds of his fiance being thoroughly ravaged threaten to push him over the edge far too soon. His fingers tremble as he loosens his grip, fighting against the urge to stroke faster. His chest heaves with ragged breaths, his heart pounding so loudly he fears it might give him away. Sweat beads on his forehead as he battles his own body, torn between the desire for release and the perverse need to prolong this humiliating voyeurism. His eyes remain locked on the writhing figures beyond the window, drinking in every detail of his fiance’s submission to her domineering boss.
"Look at me," Supratim yells at Anita, his voice rough with desire. "I want to see your face when you cum."
Anita forces her eyes open, meeting Supratim's intense gaze. The connection seems to ignite something within her, pushing her over the edge. Her back arches off the desk and her screams reach a fever pitch, her body convulsing in what appears to be an intense orgasm. Supratim doesn't slow his pace however, fucking Anita through her climax. His thumb continues its relentless assault on her clit, prolonging her pleasure until it borders on pain. Anita's body shudders uncontrollably, waves of ecstasy washing over her again and again.
"Fuck... huhhh...stop… too much!" Anita gasps, her voice hoarse from screaming. Her hands push weakly against Supratim's chest, overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensations.
“Arrghhhhhh……!”, Supratim growls, his hips stuttering for a moment before he regains control. He leans down, capturing Anita's lips in a searing kiss that swallows her whimpers. Gradually, he eases back, his punishing rhythm slowing to a gentler pace.
Anita breaks the kiss with a shuddering gasp, her head falling back against the desk. Supratim's thumb leaves her oversensitive clit, instead gripping her hip as he continues to thrust languidly into her.
Supratim slows his pace further, allowing Anita to catch her breath after her intense climax. Her chest heaves as she gulps in air, her body still trembling from the aftershocks. Beads of sweat glisten on her flushed skin, her hair a wild tangle around her head.
Arijit's emotions spiral out of control as he witnesses Anita's earth-shattering orgasm. His hand trembles on his cock, torn between jealousy and arousal. A surge of inadequacy washes over him, knowing he's never brought Anita to such heights of pleasure. When Supratim slows his pace, allowing Anita to catch her breath, Arijit feels a twisted mix of relief and disappointment. His emotions churn violently - love, hate, lust, and shame all warring within him as he continues to watch his fiance in the throes of passion with another man.
"Fuck," Supratim pants, his own breathing ragged. Sweat glistens on his hairy chest as he fights to control his primal urges. "You still know how to milk a cock, baby."
Anita can only whimper in response, her eyes glazed with pleasure. Supratim grins wolfishly, his stamina clearly far from spent.
"Let's change things up," he growls, his hands gripping her hips. With a swift motion, he flips her onto her stomach, bending her over the desk. The sudden movement elicits a surprised gasp from his employee and Arijit’s fiancé.
Arijit watches, amazed, as this tall hunk maneuvers his fiance into this new position. His hand slows to a crawl, desperately trying to prolong his own pleasure.
Supratim adjusts Anita's stance, spreading her legs wider and pushing her chest flat against the cool surface of the desk. He runs a hand down her spine, causing her to shiver in anticipation. "Ready for round two?" he asks, his voice husky with renewed lust.
Anita nods eagerly, pushing her hips back towards him. "Mmmmhmmm….." she moans, her inhibitions long forgotten. Arijit’s breath catches in his throat as Anita arches her back, presenting herself to Supratim in a way she never has for her fiance. A bead of sweat trickles down Arijit's temple as he forces himself to maintain this torturous pace, fighting against the urge to stroke faster.
Supratim lines himself up, ready to claim her once more. The sight of his fiance, completely naked and bent over the desk, so wantonly offering herself to another man, sends an even stronger wave of arousal and humiliation through Arijit than before. His breath hitches as he watches Supratim's thick cock poised at Anita's entrance. His own neglected member twitches in his grip, a bead of pre-cum forming at the tip. His cheeks burn with shame, yet he can't tear his eyes away from the scene.
Supratim plunges back into Anita with renewed vigor, his primal instincts taking over. The desk creaks ominously under the force of his thrusts as he claims her from behind.
"Ungh... ungh... oh god..!!..", her guttural moans echo through the room, punctuated by sharp gasps. Her fingers claw at the smooth surface of the desk, desperate for purchase.
"Ah! Ah! Fuck!" Her cries grow louder and more desperate with each powerful thrust. In the meantime, her arousal reaches unprecedented levels, her body responding eagerly to her boss’s relentless assault. Her wetness is evident, glistening on her inner thighs and coating his thick manhood with each powerful thrust.
The obscene squelching sounds of their coupling fill the air, a testament to Anita's intense arousal. Arijit watches, mesmerized, as rivulets of his fiance’s arousal trickle down her trembling legs. The wet sounds of Supratim's cock plunging into Anita's drenched pussy echo in his ears, making his stomach churn with a potent mix of shame and desire. He feels a pang of inadequacy as he realizes he's never seen or felt Anita this wet before. The sight of her juices coating another man's shaft and running down her legs in thin streams is both horrifying and intensely erotic to Arijit.
"Mmmmphhhh... nnnnggghhhh... yes…yes…yes!" The wet sounds of their bodies connecting mingle with her vocalizations. Her juices drip onto the hardwood floor beneath her, forming a small puddle that grows with each passing moment.
Supratim growls appreciatively, feeling her slickness envelop him. "Fuck, you're soaked," he pants, his fingers digging into her hips. "Always so wet for me."
"Hah... hah... oh fuck!" Anita's voice rises in pitch, bordering on a scream, her body instinctively clenching around her boss’s girth. Her wetness seems to increase with each thrust, as if her body is desperate to accommodate his massive size.
Supratim's hands grip Anita's hips with bruising force, pulling her back to meet each powerful thrust. His hairy chest presses against her back as he leans over her, growling in her ear like a rutting beast. Anita's body responds instinctively, her back arching to take him deeper. Her eyes roll back, lost in the overwhelming sensations as her boss hits spots her fiancé never could.
The air is thick with the musky scent of their coupling, punctuated by the rhythmic slapping of flesh on flesh. Supratim's stamina seems endless as he continues to pound into Anita with unrelenting force. Arijit finds himself lightheaded, overwhelmed by the sensory onslaught of watching his fiance become wetter than he's ever seen her. He struggles to maintain control, his own release threatening to overtake him. The sight of his fiance being so thoroughly dominated by this alpha male is both agonizing and intoxicating. Moreover, the stark contrast between Supratim's dominant presence and his own voyeuristic position sends a fresh wave of humiliation through Arijit, yet he remains rooted to the spot, unable to tear himself away from the erotic spectacle before him.
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