Part- 3
Anjali looked at Aslam, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. She knew what was about to happen, and she wanted it more than ever. She spread her legs wide, inviting Aslam inside her, ready to be filled by this stranger like she had never felt before.
The world around them melted away as Aslam sat on top of her, his cock hitting her virgin pussy. With one powerful thrust, Aslam took Anjali in his grasp, his cock stretching her pussy further than she had thought possible.
The pain was immense and far beyond what she had just felt. She bit her lip to stifle a scream, her nails digging into the burlap beneath her. Aslam’s rhythm was relentless, his hips pounding into her so hard that she could feel his cock deep inside her.
Every stroke brought her closer to climax again, and she began to understand what he meant by “screaming with pleasure.” She felt her muscles tense, her breathing ragged.
Their bodies were sweaty, the sounds of their frantic lovemaking thup thup thup thup thup thup thup mingled with the distant bargaining of the market. Anjali’s eyes rolled back in her head as Aslam’s thumb found her clitoris again, his movements skillful and precise. He knew exactly how to push her to climax, and she felt her second orgasm building, more intense than the first. As it broke over her, Anjali screamed his name once more aaaaahssalam, Anjali’s body was bouncing and convulsing beneath Aslam.
The release was almost too much to bear, her muscles spasming around his penis as Aslam reached his climax. Aslam grunted, his seed spilling into Anjali's vagina with a primal force that made Anjali shudder. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. They lay there, panting and exhausted, their hearts thumping together as the reality of what had just happened began to sink in to them.
Aslam leaned in and kissed Anjali, Anjali's lips pressed against Aslam's, and Anjali tasted the salt of her sweat on Aslam's skin. It was a kiss that had none of the tenderness she had seen before, but the raw passion of two people who had found something primitive and untamed in each other. Aslam pulled his penis out of her vagina, his cock still hard, and Anjali watched as Aslam eased himself, a look of satisfaction on his face.
"It's not over," Aslam murmured, his eyes dark with desire. "I'll have you again, and again, until I've had my fill of your sweet, tight pussy." Anjali shivered at his words, already craving the feeling of being inside her once more. Anjali knew she had found something she hadn't expected to be looking for in this untouched corner of the bazaar. A rush of excitement came over him as he realized that this was just the beginning of their illicit affair.
Anjali looked at Aslam, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. She knew what was about to happen, and she wanted it more than ever. She spread her legs wide, inviting Aslam inside her, ready to be filled by this stranger like she had never felt before.
The world around them melted away as Aslam sat on top of her, his cock hitting her virgin pussy. With one powerful thrust, Aslam took Anjali in his grasp, his cock stretching her pussy further than she had thought possible.
The pain was immense and far beyond what she had just felt. She bit her lip to stifle a scream, her nails digging into the burlap beneath her. Aslam’s rhythm was relentless, his hips pounding into her so hard that she could feel his cock deep inside her.
Every stroke brought her closer to climax again, and she began to understand what he meant by “screaming with pleasure.” She felt her muscles tense, her breathing ragged.
Their bodies were sweaty, the sounds of their frantic lovemaking thup thup thup thup thup thup thup mingled with the distant bargaining of the market. Anjali’s eyes rolled back in her head as Aslam’s thumb found her clitoris again, his movements skillful and precise. He knew exactly how to push her to climax, and she felt her second orgasm building, more intense than the first. As it broke over her, Anjali screamed his name once more aaaaahssalam, Anjali’s body was bouncing and convulsing beneath Aslam.
The release was almost too much to bear, her muscles spasming around his penis as Aslam reached his climax. Aslam grunted, his seed spilling into Anjali's vagina with a primal force that made Anjali shudder. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. They lay there, panting and exhausted, their hearts thumping together as the reality of what had just happened began to sink in to them.
Aslam leaned in and kissed Anjali, Anjali's lips pressed against Aslam's, and Anjali tasted the salt of her sweat on Aslam's skin. It was a kiss that had none of the tenderness she had seen before, but the raw passion of two people who had found something primitive and untamed in each other. Aslam pulled his penis out of her vagina, his cock still hard, and Anjali watched as Aslam eased himself, a look of satisfaction on his face.
"It's not over," Aslam murmured, his eyes dark with desire. "I'll have you again, and again, until I've had my fill of your sweet, tight pussy." Anjali shivered at his words, already craving the feeling of being inside her once more. Anjali knew she had found something she hadn't expected to be looking for in this untouched corner of the bazaar. A rush of excitement came over him as he realized that this was just the beginning of their illicit affair.
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