07-11-2024, 11:57 PM
Update-7
As said all days are not good days, tragedy hits Noor family as she lost her father.
The weeks after the accident that claimed Noorjahan's father's life were a blur of grief and uncertainty. Her family's small grocery shop had been their only source of income, and now it struggled to stay afloat amidst their sorrow. Enter Rashid, her father-in-law, with his strong embrace and the promise of stability. His help was a beacon in their time of need, and she found herself looking to him not just for financial support, but for the comfort and guidance that she had lost. His presence grew more pronounced in their lives, and as the months went by, the lines of familial affection began to blur. The quiet moments of understanding between them grew longer, the gentle touches more lingering. It was a gradual shift, but it was undeniable. Noorjahan found that she had come to love FIL in a way that she had never anticipated—deeper and more complex than mere gratitude. It was a love tinged with a fiery passion that she had never experienced before, one that grew stronger with every shared glance and every whispered promise of protection.
Even Father-in-law arranged marriages to sisters quickly, finding suitable matches within his social circle. The weddings were small but elegant, a stark contrast to the modest celebrations of their own.
The house was abuzz with activity as Rashid's deep pockets made sure that Noorjahan's sisters had the weddings they deserved. He had a knack for organizing events, and his influence stretched far into the community. The sight of her sisters, now dressed in fine silks and jewels, brought a bittersweet smile to Noorjahan's face. She felt a pang of envy at their newfound happiness, but also a sense of pride that she had helped to make it happen. As the ceremonies drew to a close, she found herself drawn to Rashid once again. His gaze lingered on her, and she knew what he was thinking.
That night, after the last guest had left and the echoes of laughter and music had faded away, Noorjahan found herself in her marital bed, unable to sleep. The soft snores of Adeel beside her were a stark contrast to the tumultuous emotions churning within her. Her thoughts drifted to father-in-law, who was just a few rooms away. She slipped out of bed, the floor cool beneath her bare feet, and tiptoed to the door, the fabric of her nightdress brushing against her skin like a lover's caress.
Noorjahan's heart raced as she made her way down the corridor. The dim moonlight filtering through the windows cast eerie shadows on the walls, playing tricks on her mind. She reached fil room, her hand hovering over the doorknob. She took a deep breath and pushed it open. He was asleep, sprawled across the bed, his muscular form barely covered by the sheets. She approached him, her eyes taking in every inch of his body, remembering the way he had claimed her earlier that evening. Her hand touched his shoulder, gently shaking him. "Abbu," she whispered, her voice a soft caress in the stillness. Rashid's eyes fluttered open, and a knowing smile played on his lips. He pulled her into bed, his strong arms wrapping around her. "You couldn't stay away," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
Rashid's eyes gleamed in the darkness as he felt Noorjahan's warmth beside him. He had been waiting for this moment all evening, the thought of her supple body writhing beneath him driving him wild. He rolled over, his hand cupping her cheek as he brought her face closer to his. His kiss was firm, demanding, as if to remind her who was in charge. His other hand slipped down to her waist, sliding the fabric of her nightdress up to expose her smooth, soft skin. His fingertips danced along her thigh before finally reaching her damp mound. "You're wet," he murmured into her ear, his breath hot and heavy. "Do you want me to make you cum again?" Noorjahan's body quivered as his fingers found her clit, circling it with expert precision. She nodded, unable to form words. Rashid chuckled darkly and rolled her onto her back, his hand moving to her breasts, pinching her nipples until she gasped. "You're mine," he growled, "and I'll take you whenever I want."
My eyes fluttered open as father-in-law hand claimed my body, his touch sending electric currents through my veins. I felt a strange mix of fear and arousal, but I couldn't deny the desire pooling in my core. "Y-yes, abbu," I whispered, my voice shaky. "I'm yours." His thumb brushed against my clit as his fingers slid into my pussy, stretching me open. I bit my lip to muffle the moan that escaped my throat. "Good girl," he praised, his voice low and guttural. His cock, already hard and demanding, pressed against my thigh. I reached down to stroke him, feeling a newfound power in the way his body reacted to my touch. "You're going to love what I'm going to do to you," he promised
his eyes gleaming in the moonlit room. His fingers withdrew from my pussy, and before I could protest, his mouth was on me, licking and sucking with a fervor that left me trembling. I threw my head back, my hands tangling in the sheets as he brought me to the brink of climax, only to pull back at the last moment. "Abbu, please," I begged, my voice needy and desperate.
He chuckled darkly, the sound sending a thrill down my spine. "Patience, my sweet," he murmured, moving to position his cock at my entrance. "This is just the beginning." With one powerful thrust, he filled me completely, his hips slamming into me. I could feel the power behind every movement, the claim he was staking on my body. "You're mine," he growled, his teeth grazing my neck as he fucked me.
I could only nod, my eyes squeezed shut as his cock claimed me again. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, each thrust sending a fresh wave of arousal through me. I gripped the bed, my nails digging into the soft mattress as he took me mercilessly. His words echoed in my mind: 'You're mine.' I couldn't deny it, not when he made me feel so alive.
As said all days are not good days, tragedy hits Noor family as she lost her father.
The weeks after the accident that claimed Noorjahan's father's life were a blur of grief and uncertainty. Her family's small grocery shop had been their only source of income, and now it struggled to stay afloat amidst their sorrow. Enter Rashid, her father-in-law, with his strong embrace and the promise of stability. His help was a beacon in their time of need, and she found herself looking to him not just for financial support, but for the comfort and guidance that she had lost. His presence grew more pronounced in their lives, and as the months went by, the lines of familial affection began to blur. The quiet moments of understanding between them grew longer, the gentle touches more lingering. It was a gradual shift, but it was undeniable. Noorjahan found that she had come to love FIL in a way that she had never anticipated—deeper and more complex than mere gratitude. It was a love tinged with a fiery passion that she had never experienced before, one that grew stronger with every shared glance and every whispered promise of protection.
Even Father-in-law arranged marriages to sisters quickly, finding suitable matches within his social circle. The weddings were small but elegant, a stark contrast to the modest celebrations of their own.
The house was abuzz with activity as Rashid's deep pockets made sure that Noorjahan's sisters had the weddings they deserved. He had a knack for organizing events, and his influence stretched far into the community. The sight of her sisters, now dressed in fine silks and jewels, brought a bittersweet smile to Noorjahan's face. She felt a pang of envy at their newfound happiness, but also a sense of pride that she had helped to make it happen. As the ceremonies drew to a close, she found herself drawn to Rashid once again. His gaze lingered on her, and she knew what he was thinking.
That night, after the last guest had left and the echoes of laughter and music had faded away, Noorjahan found herself in her marital bed, unable to sleep. The soft snores of Adeel beside her were a stark contrast to the tumultuous emotions churning within her. Her thoughts drifted to father-in-law, who was just a few rooms away. She slipped out of bed, the floor cool beneath her bare feet, and tiptoed to the door, the fabric of her nightdress brushing against her skin like a lover's caress.
Noorjahan's heart raced as she made her way down the corridor. The dim moonlight filtering through the windows cast eerie shadows on the walls, playing tricks on her mind. She reached fil room, her hand hovering over the doorknob. She took a deep breath and pushed it open. He was asleep, sprawled across the bed, his muscular form barely covered by the sheets. She approached him, her eyes taking in every inch of his body, remembering the way he had claimed her earlier that evening. Her hand touched his shoulder, gently shaking him. "Abbu," she whispered, her voice a soft caress in the stillness. Rashid's eyes fluttered open, and a knowing smile played on his lips. He pulled her into bed, his strong arms wrapping around her. "You couldn't stay away," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
Rashid's eyes gleamed in the darkness as he felt Noorjahan's warmth beside him. He had been waiting for this moment all evening, the thought of her supple body writhing beneath him driving him wild. He rolled over, his hand cupping her cheek as he brought her face closer to his. His kiss was firm, demanding, as if to remind her who was in charge. His other hand slipped down to her waist, sliding the fabric of her nightdress up to expose her smooth, soft skin. His fingertips danced along her thigh before finally reaching her damp mound. "You're wet," he murmured into her ear, his breath hot and heavy. "Do you want me to make you cum again?" Noorjahan's body quivered as his fingers found her clit, circling it with expert precision. She nodded, unable to form words. Rashid chuckled darkly and rolled her onto her back, his hand moving to her breasts, pinching her nipples until she gasped. "You're mine," he growled, "and I'll take you whenever I want."
My eyes fluttered open as father-in-law hand claimed my body, his touch sending electric currents through my veins. I felt a strange mix of fear and arousal, but I couldn't deny the desire pooling in my core. "Y-yes, abbu," I whispered, my voice shaky. "I'm yours." His thumb brushed against my clit as his fingers slid into my pussy, stretching me open. I bit my lip to muffle the moan that escaped my throat. "Good girl," he praised, his voice low and guttural. His cock, already hard and demanding, pressed against my thigh. I reached down to stroke him, feeling a newfound power in the way his body reacted to my touch. "You're going to love what I'm going to do to you," he promised
his eyes gleaming in the moonlit room. His fingers withdrew from my pussy, and before I could protest, his mouth was on me, licking and sucking with a fervor that left me trembling. I threw my head back, my hands tangling in the sheets as he brought me to the brink of climax, only to pull back at the last moment. "Abbu, please," I begged, my voice needy and desperate.
He chuckled darkly, the sound sending a thrill down my spine. "Patience, my sweet," he murmured, moving to position his cock at my entrance. "This is just the beginning." With one powerful thrust, he filled me completely, his hips slamming into me. I could feel the power behind every movement, the claim he was staking on my body. "You're mine," he growled, his teeth grazing my neck as he fucked me.
I could only nod, my eyes squeezed shut as his cock claimed me again. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, each thrust sending a fresh wave of arousal through me. I gripped the bed, my nails digging into the soft mattress as he took me mercilessly. His words echoed in my mind: 'You're mine.' I couldn't deny it, not when he made me feel so alive.
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