Part - 2
Her heart began to beat faster as she put the tomatoes back on the stand, the innocent act seemed strangely erotic to her. The din of the market faded into the background, the only sounds she could hear were heartbeats and the rustling of the sari fabric. Aslam drew closer to her, his body pressed against hers, his erection evident. He reached out and traced the outline of her breasts, his thumbs brushing her hard nipples. "Anjali you are so beautiful," Aslam said, his voice a purr of lust.
Belying his age, Aslam swept her up in his arms and carried her to the back of the stall, where the shadows danced and the smell of earth and sex was an intoxicating aroma. Aslam laid Anjali down on a pile of burlap sacks, the roughness of the fabric scratching her bare skin. Aslam paused for a moment, his eyes deep in the sight of her. “You will scream with pleasure,” he promised, his voice a deep whisper that sent shivers down her spine.
Anjali felt a strange mix of fear and excitement. She had never been with a man who took what he wanted so freely, who didn’t care about the polite dance of seduction. She felt a thrill at the thought of being claimed by this rough, older man in such a public place. Her sari opened, exposing her nakedness to his hungry gaze. Aslam looked at her young, supple body, his eyes shining with a fierce hunger that matched the need throbbing between her legs.
Without warning, Aslam leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking it hard.
She gasped, arching her back in response. His teeth touched sensitive flesh, setting off sparks of pleasure inside her. His hands roamed her body, squeezing and kneading, sending flames of pleasure raging behind them. Anjali felt wetness between her thighs, her body begging for more.
Aslam wasted no time, moving his hand to her vagina and parting her folds roughly. The slickness he found there made him groan, his rough fingers sinking into her heat.
The chaos of the bazaar faded away as he began fucking her with his hand, his fingers plunging inside her, filling her up. Anjali’s screams grew louder, her body convulsing with each thrust. The sensation was overwhelming, and she could feel herself on the edge of an orgasm she had never experienced before. Aslam's other hand grabbed her clit, rubbing it with the same intensity as he pounded inside her. "Anjali you're going to come for me," he murmured, "right here, in the middle of the market."
And she came, her body convulsing with pleasure as the orgasm ripped through her. Anjali screamed his name, ahhhhssssss her voice echoing down the street, regardless of who could hear.
As the jolts subsided, her eyes shone with satisfaction. "Now, my little rich girl," he said, "it's time for the main course." Aslam undid his belt and unzipped his trousers, revealing a cock that was hot, hard, and erect despite its age.
Her heart began to beat faster as she put the tomatoes back on the stand, the innocent act seemed strangely erotic to her. The din of the market faded into the background, the only sounds she could hear were heartbeats and the rustling of the sari fabric. Aslam drew closer to her, his body pressed against hers, his erection evident. He reached out and traced the outline of her breasts, his thumbs brushing her hard nipples. "Anjali you are so beautiful," Aslam said, his voice a purr of lust.
Belying his age, Aslam swept her up in his arms and carried her to the back of the stall, where the shadows danced and the smell of earth and sex was an intoxicating aroma. Aslam laid Anjali down on a pile of burlap sacks, the roughness of the fabric scratching her bare skin. Aslam paused for a moment, his eyes deep in the sight of her. “You will scream with pleasure,” he promised, his voice a deep whisper that sent shivers down her spine.
Anjali felt a strange mix of fear and excitement. She had never been with a man who took what he wanted so freely, who didn’t care about the polite dance of seduction. She felt a thrill at the thought of being claimed by this rough, older man in such a public place. Her sari opened, exposing her nakedness to his hungry gaze. Aslam looked at her young, supple body, his eyes shining with a fierce hunger that matched the need throbbing between her legs.
Without warning, Aslam leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking it hard.
She gasped, arching her back in response. His teeth touched sensitive flesh, setting off sparks of pleasure inside her. His hands roamed her body, squeezing and kneading, sending flames of pleasure raging behind them. Anjali felt wetness between her thighs, her body begging for more.
Aslam wasted no time, moving his hand to her vagina and parting her folds roughly. The slickness he found there made him groan, his rough fingers sinking into her heat.
The chaos of the bazaar faded away as he began fucking her with his hand, his fingers plunging inside her, filling her up. Anjali’s screams grew louder, her body convulsing with each thrust. The sensation was overwhelming, and she could feel herself on the edge of an orgasm she had never experienced before. Aslam's other hand grabbed her clit, rubbing it with the same intensity as he pounded inside her. "Anjali you're going to come for me," he murmured, "right here, in the middle of the market."
And she came, her body convulsing with pleasure as the orgasm ripped through her. Anjali screamed his name, ahhhhssssss her voice echoing down the street, regardless of who could hear.
As the jolts subsided, her eyes shone with satisfaction. "Now, my little rich girl," he said, "it's time for the main course." Aslam undid his belt and unzipped his trousers, revealing a cock that was hot, hard, and erect despite its age.
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