Part-6
Anjali's mother's voice grew louder, a touch of worry creeping up. "What was that sound, Anjali?" Anjali felt the blood rush to her cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and excitement. Aslam's tongue was stroking the upper lips of Anjali's pussy, the sensation so intense that she could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building inside her. Anjali swallowed hard, trying to find the words to explain without giving away the secret.
"I-it was nothing," Anjali stuttered, her voice betraying her. "Just... a pussy, it surprised me." The lie felt thick on Anjali's tongue, a sweet and bitter taste that reflected the passionate torment Aslam was inflicting on Anjali. Aslam's mouth moved away from Anjali's pussy, his tongue stroking the length of Anjali's pussy, sliding inside her. Anjali's knees buckled, her body trembling in an effort to keep quiet.
"Are you sure, baby?" There was concern in Anjali's mother's voice. "You're not your type at all." Anjali nodded nervously, though Anjali's mother couldn't see her. "Yes, yes, I'm fine," Anjali said somehow, her voice strained. Aslam's teeth grazed Anjali's inner thigh, Aslam's beard rubbing against Anjali's skin, flames rising behind him as Aslam thrust upward.
"It just… it scared me a little," Anjali said, trying to keep the tremor in her voice from flaring up as Aslam's mouth collided with her pussy again. Anjali felt the first waves of orgasm, it was like a storm brewing on the shore. Aslam's tongue was swirling and sucking like a tornado, and Anjali had to bite her hand to keep from screaming. Anjali's mother's voice grew softer as the sounds of the market grew louder in her ears, the chorus of voices and the clink of metal utensils becoming the backdrop to the music of passion playing in their hidden corner.
"Anjali, what's going on in there? Is everything okay?" Her mother's voice grew louder, piercing through the fog of pleasure that had enveloped Anjali's mind. Aslam's mouth was a force of nature, kissing and biting Anjali's pussy so tenderly that she was on the edge of a screaming orgasm. Anjali could feel Aslam's beard touching her sensitive skin while Aslam licked Anjali's pussy, sending shivers down her spine.
"Yes, Mom, I'm fine," Anjali gasped, her voice a breathless whisper. "It's just... a little noisy in here." Aslam's tongue danced around the inner lips of her pussy, swirling and teasing until Anjali couldn't hold herself back any longer. A moan escaped Anjali's throat, muffled by her hand.
"What was that, Anjali?" Her mother's voice was shrill with concern. "Is there anyone with you?" Anjali's eyes shot open, realizing she had made a mistake. Anjali looked at Aslam, who had a mischievous glint in his eyes, even as he continued his ministrations. Aslam kissed Anjali's pussy deeply, his beard tickling Anjali's sensitive body, and Anjali felt the orgasm threatening to burst out.
"It's nothing, mom," Anjali said, trying to hide the pleasure from her voice. "Just... the market." Anjali's body shuddered when Aslam's tongue slithered over her pussy again, sending waves of pleasure through her. Anjali knew she wouldn't be able to hide the truth from her mother for long. "I have to go," Anjali said somehow, her voice strained. "I'll be home soon," Anjali told her mother.
Giving her pussy one last kiss, Aslam pulled away, his eyes shining with satisfaction. Aslam saw Anjali struggling to stand, her legs wobbling with the intense pleasure. Anjali quickly straightened her sari, tucking the blouse back into place, as Anjali ended the call. "You can't leave yet," Aslam murmured, his voice a seductive purr. "We're
not done yet."
Anjali's hand hovered over the fabric, her eyes fixed on Aslam. The desire was still there, but so was the fear of getting caught. "My mother," Anjali breathed, her voice a soft tremor. "She'll worry." Aslam's hand shot out, and he caught Anjali's wrist with surprising strength. Aslam pulled Anjali towards him, his grip firm but gentle. "Let her worry," Aslam said, a smile on his lips. “You are mine now.”
Anjali felt panic rise and lust course through her veins. The thought of being claimed by this older, rougher man in such a public place was both scary and exciting. But Anjali knew she couldn’t risk her reputation like that. With determination, Anjali pulled her hand away from the phone. “I will come back,” Anjali whispered, her eyes staring at Aslam. “But not today.”
Aslam’s gaze grew intense, Aslam tightened his grip on Anjali’s wrist. “You promise,” Aslam demanded, his voice a low rumble of need. “You will come back to me, to this place, tomorrow.” Anjali nodded, the promise on her lips a sweet surrender. “I will come here,” Anjali breathed. “Same time.”
Anjali's mother's voice grew louder, a touch of worry creeping up. "What was that sound, Anjali?" Anjali felt the blood rush to her cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and excitement. Aslam's tongue was stroking the upper lips of Anjali's pussy, the sensation so intense that she could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building inside her. Anjali swallowed hard, trying to find the words to explain without giving away the secret.
"I-it was nothing," Anjali stuttered, her voice betraying her. "Just... a pussy, it surprised me." The lie felt thick on Anjali's tongue, a sweet and bitter taste that reflected the passionate torment Aslam was inflicting on Anjali. Aslam's mouth moved away from Anjali's pussy, his tongue stroking the length of Anjali's pussy, sliding inside her. Anjali's knees buckled, her body trembling in an effort to keep quiet.
"Are you sure, baby?" There was concern in Anjali's mother's voice. "You're not your type at all." Anjali nodded nervously, though Anjali's mother couldn't see her. "Yes, yes, I'm fine," Anjali said somehow, her voice strained. Aslam's teeth grazed Anjali's inner thigh, Aslam's beard rubbing against Anjali's skin, flames rising behind him as Aslam thrust upward.
"It just… it scared me a little," Anjali said, trying to keep the tremor in her voice from flaring up as Aslam's mouth collided with her pussy again. Anjali felt the first waves of orgasm, it was like a storm brewing on the shore. Aslam's tongue was swirling and sucking like a tornado, and Anjali had to bite her hand to keep from screaming. Anjali's mother's voice grew softer as the sounds of the market grew louder in her ears, the chorus of voices and the clink of metal utensils becoming the backdrop to the music of passion playing in their hidden corner.
"Anjali, what's going on in there? Is everything okay?" Her mother's voice grew louder, piercing through the fog of pleasure that had enveloped Anjali's mind. Aslam's mouth was a force of nature, kissing and biting Anjali's pussy so tenderly that she was on the edge of a screaming orgasm. Anjali could feel Aslam's beard touching her sensitive skin while Aslam licked Anjali's pussy, sending shivers down her spine.
"Yes, Mom, I'm fine," Anjali gasped, her voice a breathless whisper. "It's just... a little noisy in here." Aslam's tongue danced around the inner lips of her pussy, swirling and teasing until Anjali couldn't hold herself back any longer. A moan escaped Anjali's throat, muffled by her hand.
"What was that, Anjali?" Her mother's voice was shrill with concern. "Is there anyone with you?" Anjali's eyes shot open, realizing she had made a mistake. Anjali looked at Aslam, who had a mischievous glint in his eyes, even as he continued his ministrations. Aslam kissed Anjali's pussy deeply, his beard tickling Anjali's sensitive body, and Anjali felt the orgasm threatening to burst out.
"It's nothing, mom," Anjali said, trying to hide the pleasure from her voice. "Just... the market." Anjali's body shuddered when Aslam's tongue slithered over her pussy again, sending waves of pleasure through her. Anjali knew she wouldn't be able to hide the truth from her mother for long. "I have to go," Anjali said somehow, her voice strained. "I'll be home soon," Anjali told her mother.
Giving her pussy one last kiss, Aslam pulled away, his eyes shining with satisfaction. Aslam saw Anjali struggling to stand, her legs wobbling with the intense pleasure. Anjali quickly straightened her sari, tucking the blouse back into place, as Anjali ended the call. "You can't leave yet," Aslam murmured, his voice a seductive purr. "We're
not done yet."
Anjali's hand hovered over the fabric, her eyes fixed on Aslam. The desire was still there, but so was the fear of getting caught. "My mother," Anjali breathed, her voice a soft tremor. "She'll worry." Aslam's hand shot out, and he caught Anjali's wrist with surprising strength. Aslam pulled Anjali towards him, his grip firm but gentle. "Let her worry," Aslam said, a smile on his lips. “You are mine now.”
Anjali felt panic rise and lust course through her veins. The thought of being claimed by this older, rougher man in such a public place was both scary and exciting. But Anjali knew she couldn’t risk her reputation like that. With determination, Anjali pulled her hand away from the phone. “I will come back,” Anjali whispered, her eyes staring at Aslam. “But not today.”
Aslam’s gaze grew intense, Aslam tightened his grip on Anjali’s wrist. “You promise,” Aslam demanded, his voice a low rumble of need. “You will come back to me, to this place, tomorrow.” Anjali nodded, the promise on her lips a sweet surrender. “I will come here,” Anjali breathed. “Same time.”
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