Part-4
They decide to meet the next day at the same time, a secret shared only between the two of them. Anjali counts down the hours, her mind racing with the thought of Aslam’s rough hands and the effect his body had on hers. When Anjali arrives the next morning, she is surprised to find Aslam waiting for her, a knowing smile playing on his lips. He had set up a secluded spot behind his shop, a makeshift shelter of bamboo and cloth that would provide them with privacy amid the chaos of the market.
Without saying anything, Aslam takes Anjali’s hand and leads her into the shadowy spot, his eyes never leaving hers. The anticipation was palpable, the air full of the promise of what was to come. Aslam gently pushes Anjali against the bamboo, his body pressed against Anjali’s, and kisses her so intensely that it takes her breath away. Aslam's hands roamed over Anjali's breasts, his fingers slipping under the edge of Anjali's sari to tease her already moist skin. Anjali melted into the kiss, her body responding eagerly to Aslam's touch.
Aslam's hand moved to Anjali's neck, his thumb grazing the delicate line of her throat. Aslam whispered, "Today, you are going to do something for me, I want to feel the depths of your mouth" Anjali's eyes widened, but she didn't resist. Instead, Anjali felt a thrill of excitement, a forbidden desire to surrender to the man who had made her his so ruthlessly the day before. Aslam unbuttoned Anjali's blouse, his eyes lost in the sight of Anjali's bulging breasts. He held one in his hand, his thumb pinching her nipple until it stood erect. Then, with a gentle push, Aslam forced Anjali to her knees.
Aslam drew back, allowing Anjali to gaze at his still-hard cock. It was a command, not a question, and Anjali knew what was expected of her. She leaned forward, her heart pounding as she wrapped her soft, warm lips around Aslam’s cock.
Aslam's groans were encouragement for Anjali, and Anjali took him deeper into her mouth, Anjali feeling the length of Aslam's cock fill her mouth completely. It tasted different, sour and salty, but it only added to the excitement of the moment. Aslam's hands were tangled in Anjali's hair, guiding Anjali as she bobbed her head, Anjali's tongue swirling around his cock.
The sounds of the market faded as Anjali focused on the task of giving Aslam a deep blowjob, the sensation of Aslam's cock moving in and out of Anjali's mouth a delicious agony. Anjali could feel Aslam's arousal growing, Aslam's breaths getting shorter, Aslam's grip tightening on her hair. Anjali's arousal was growing with each passing second, the wetness between Anjali's legs was proof of her desire for this man. Aslam started to thrust, his hips moving along with Anjali's mouth, the sound of Aslam's cock hitting Anjali's face echoing in the small space.
Tears welled up in Anjali's eyes as Aslam pushed his cock further inside her, filling Anjali's throat until she choked. Anjali could feel Aslam's cock swell even more, his cock throbbing with the need to come. Aslam's eyes never left hers, a silent challenge that only served to increase Anjali's passion. Aslam grunted, his body tensed, and Anjali knew Aslam was close. Anjali sucked harder, Anjali's teeth grazing the sensitive skin of Aslam's cock, Anjali's tongue teasing the underside of his head. Then Aslam tried to shove his cock all the way down Anjali's throat.
“Wait,” Anjali choked, her voice muffled by his cock. Aslam pulled back a little, his eyes shining with intense arousal. The words hung in the air, a sigh of pleasure and a plea for more all at once. Aslam loosened his grip on Anjali’s hair, and Anjali took a deep breath, Anjali’s chest heaving. Then, with a grin, Aslam pushed back into Anjali’s mouth, deeper than before. Anjali’s eyes watered, her throat stretching to accommodate the size of Aslam’s cock.
Anjali’s hands gripped Aslam’s hips, her nails digging into Aslam’s flesh as Anjali tried to maintain control. But Aslam was having none of it. He held her head in place, Aslam’s thrusts becoming even more forceful. Each time Anjali felt she couldn't take any more, Aslam thrust harder, pushing Anjali past her limits. Anjali's eyes closed, her mind spinning with the intensity of the sensation. It was as if Aslam was targeting Anjali, taking over her mouth the way Aslam had taken over her body.
Aslam's grunts grew louder, his movements more erratic. Anjali knew Aslam was close. Anjali's own desire was a vortex, threatening to drown her in waves of pleasure. Anjali could feel Aslam's cock throbbing on her tongue, the head swollen and heavy. Aslam's grip on Anjali's hair tightened, and Anjali knew she had to give Aslam what he wanted. With a final, deep swallow, Anjali took Aslam's cock deep into her throat, Anjali's nose pressed against the thick hair on Aslam's groin. Aslam's taste, his smell, filled Anjali's senses, overwhelming her.
Aslam's grunting grew louder, his movements more erratic. Anjali knew Aslam was close. Anjali's own desire was a vortex, threatening to drown her in waves of pleasure. Anjali could feel Aslam's cock throb on her tongue, the head swollen and heavy. Aslam's grip in Anjali's hair tightened, and Anjali knew she had to give Aslam what he wanted. With a final, deep swallow, Anjali took Aslam's cock deep into her throat, Anjali's nose pressed against the thick hair on Aslam's groin. Aslam's taste, his smell, flooded Anjali's senses, overwhelming her.
"How did you like it, my slut?" Aslam asked, his voice thick with lust and satisfaction. Anjali's big eyes opened, meeting his gaze and staring at Aslam. The words should have angered her, but instead, they sent a thrill through her. She was his, at least in this moment, and Anjali was enjoying the power she had over Aslam. Anjali pulled her mouth back a little and his penis came out of her mouth, Aslam's penis was shining with Anjali's saliva.
Anjali took a big breath. "That was... incredible," Anjali murmured, her voice full of lust.
They decide to meet the next day at the same time, a secret shared only between the two of them. Anjali counts down the hours, her mind racing with the thought of Aslam’s rough hands and the effect his body had on hers. When Anjali arrives the next morning, she is surprised to find Aslam waiting for her, a knowing smile playing on his lips. He had set up a secluded spot behind his shop, a makeshift shelter of bamboo and cloth that would provide them with privacy amid the chaos of the market.
Without saying anything, Aslam takes Anjali’s hand and leads her into the shadowy spot, his eyes never leaving hers. The anticipation was palpable, the air full of the promise of what was to come. Aslam gently pushes Anjali against the bamboo, his body pressed against Anjali’s, and kisses her so intensely that it takes her breath away. Aslam's hands roamed over Anjali's breasts, his fingers slipping under the edge of Anjali's sari to tease her already moist skin. Anjali melted into the kiss, her body responding eagerly to Aslam's touch.
Aslam's hand moved to Anjali's neck, his thumb grazing the delicate line of her throat. Aslam whispered, "Today, you are going to do something for me, I want to feel the depths of your mouth" Anjali's eyes widened, but she didn't resist. Instead, Anjali felt a thrill of excitement, a forbidden desire to surrender to the man who had made her his so ruthlessly the day before. Aslam unbuttoned Anjali's blouse, his eyes lost in the sight of Anjali's bulging breasts. He held one in his hand, his thumb pinching her nipple until it stood erect. Then, with a gentle push, Aslam forced Anjali to her knees.
Aslam drew back, allowing Anjali to gaze at his still-hard cock. It was a command, not a question, and Anjali knew what was expected of her. She leaned forward, her heart pounding as she wrapped her soft, warm lips around Aslam’s cock.
Aslam's groans were encouragement for Anjali, and Anjali took him deeper into her mouth, Anjali feeling the length of Aslam's cock fill her mouth completely. It tasted different, sour and salty, but it only added to the excitement of the moment. Aslam's hands were tangled in Anjali's hair, guiding Anjali as she bobbed her head, Anjali's tongue swirling around his cock.
The sounds of the market faded as Anjali focused on the task of giving Aslam a deep blowjob, the sensation of Aslam's cock moving in and out of Anjali's mouth a delicious agony. Anjali could feel Aslam's arousal growing, Aslam's breaths getting shorter, Aslam's grip tightening on her hair. Anjali's arousal was growing with each passing second, the wetness between Anjali's legs was proof of her desire for this man. Aslam started to thrust, his hips moving along with Anjali's mouth, the sound of Aslam's cock hitting Anjali's face echoing in the small space.
Tears welled up in Anjali's eyes as Aslam pushed his cock further inside her, filling Anjali's throat until she choked. Anjali could feel Aslam's cock swell even more, his cock throbbing with the need to come. Aslam's eyes never left hers, a silent challenge that only served to increase Anjali's passion. Aslam grunted, his body tensed, and Anjali knew Aslam was close. Anjali sucked harder, Anjali's teeth grazing the sensitive skin of Aslam's cock, Anjali's tongue teasing the underside of his head. Then Aslam tried to shove his cock all the way down Anjali's throat.
“Wait,” Anjali choked, her voice muffled by his cock. Aslam pulled back a little, his eyes shining with intense arousal. The words hung in the air, a sigh of pleasure and a plea for more all at once. Aslam loosened his grip on Anjali’s hair, and Anjali took a deep breath, Anjali’s chest heaving. Then, with a grin, Aslam pushed back into Anjali’s mouth, deeper than before. Anjali’s eyes watered, her throat stretching to accommodate the size of Aslam’s cock.
Anjali’s hands gripped Aslam’s hips, her nails digging into Aslam’s flesh as Anjali tried to maintain control. But Aslam was having none of it. He held her head in place, Aslam’s thrusts becoming even more forceful. Each time Anjali felt she couldn't take any more, Aslam thrust harder, pushing Anjali past her limits. Anjali's eyes closed, her mind spinning with the intensity of the sensation. It was as if Aslam was targeting Anjali, taking over her mouth the way Aslam had taken over her body.
Aslam's grunts grew louder, his movements more erratic. Anjali knew Aslam was close. Anjali's own desire was a vortex, threatening to drown her in waves of pleasure. Anjali could feel Aslam's cock throbbing on her tongue, the head swollen and heavy. Aslam's grip on Anjali's hair tightened, and Anjali knew she had to give Aslam what he wanted. With a final, deep swallow, Anjali took Aslam's cock deep into her throat, Anjali's nose pressed against the thick hair on Aslam's groin. Aslam's taste, his smell, filled Anjali's senses, overwhelming her.
Aslam's grunting grew louder, his movements more erratic. Anjali knew Aslam was close. Anjali's own desire was a vortex, threatening to drown her in waves of pleasure. Anjali could feel Aslam's cock throb on her tongue, the head swollen and heavy. Aslam's grip in Anjali's hair tightened, and Anjali knew she had to give Aslam what he wanted. With a final, deep swallow, Anjali took Aslam's cock deep into her throat, Anjali's nose pressed against the thick hair on Aslam's groin. Aslam's taste, his smell, flooded Anjali's senses, overwhelming her.
"How did you like it, my slut?" Aslam asked, his voice thick with lust and satisfaction. Anjali's big eyes opened, meeting his gaze and staring at Aslam. The words should have angered her, but instead, they sent a thrill through her. She was his, at least in this moment, and Anjali was enjoying the power she had over Aslam. Anjali pulled her mouth back a little and his penis came out of her mouth, Aslam's penis was shining with Anjali's saliva.
Anjali took a big breath. "That was... incredible," Anjali murmured, her voice full of lust.
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