Thriller Innocent Village girl stuck in USA

[madiha.agarwal]

As Meghna was trying to collect her breath back from the most amazing oral encounter and analyse the situation, Khan had already removed his pants and underwear. He nonchalantly rolled her off and pulled her hips up. Meghna knew what he wanted and positioned herself in doggy position. Khan kept rubbing his penis at the entrance of her vagina, teasing her as his tip was collecting the wetness. This was a game he often played with his partners, to make them feel more helpless and dependent on him.


Meghna waited for a couple of minutes, hoping he might insert, but realised that he was just trying to play with her and then shouted back, "Daalna he to daal bhosdike, nakhre mat kar!"

Khan lost all the blood in his veins. By this time, all the women he conquered were much more docile and never put up a fight. But Meghna was the first woman who realised his plan and literally dared him to fuck her. He knew nothing could come from teasing anymore, and in order to save face, he needed to insert himself into her pussy.

"Wow," he exclaimed as his cock easily slid into the already wet pussy.

Meghna could barely contain her excitement, allowing her to enjoy every inch of his long and thick cock as it went into her pussy. He was amazed how tight she was for the first time he made it inside. He also noticed Meghna wanted to scream because she was so damn wet. He smiled as his hands reached her massive asscheeks and caressed them while pulling her body towards him.

With his free hand, he managed to grab her tits and squeeze them. Meghna gasped as he gave her another squeeze, then whispered in her ear, "Now... be a good nari and show me how much of a slut you really are."

While at the party, Khan remembered eyeing Meghna's body. Even though she was wearing a chiffon saree, it clung to every curve of her body, making her look extraordinarily sexy. He knew a lot of guys were making excuses to get an eye on her. Her breasts weren't massive but they complimented her thin waist and shapely hips. Khan wanted to see how they looked inside her blouse. If he didn't make a move, he might never see them.

Khan bent down and embraced her from the back but he was rapidly removing the hooks of her blouse, fingers grazing her bare skin unhurriedly and yet with an unsettling efficiency. A shiver of trepidation surged through her as she considered the potential aftermath. But as she lay there, vulnerable under Khan's dexterous hands, she didn't resist. After all, he might end up tearing the blouse. And what excuse could she offer to justify such an incident to her husband?

Once the final hook came undone, Meghna felt a sudden pinch on her back, snapping her out of her trance. Khan had unclipped her bra with a single, fluid stroke. Meghna felt a sense of relief easing the tightness around her chest, but the way Khan had effortlessly unclasped her bra left her stunned. Prasad would have struggled with such a task for all eternity.

Khan quickly bent down and pushed her bra down. Now his hands were cupping her soft but firm breasts which completely filled them. He kept squeezing them like a lorry horn while his cock was ramming into her pussy. Meghna kept moaning as he kept squeezing her breasts indicating that she liked this rough treatment. His fingers traversed around her nipples and then kept feeling it like a blind man reading braille. Without any warning he pinched them between his thumb and index fingers and twisted them sharply, making Meghna wince.

Meghna was trying to process both the pleasure from Khan's penis on her pussy and the pain he was inflicting on her breasts. She never realised she would love such rough sex which included pleasure and pain.