14-11-2024, 03:51 PM
Next morning
Arjun’s hand lingered on the curve of her ass for a second before he gave her a light slap, the sound sharp enough to pull Maya from her sleep. She stretched, a languid, satisfied smile barely curving her lips before her eyes snapped to the clock.
“Oh god,” she muttered, pushing herself upright and fumbling for the scarf beside the bed. She wrapped her veil hastily around her head, her bare body still glistening with the aftermath of their night together. Arjun watched her, the contrast between the seduction of last night and her swift shift to reverence now, a vision that left him spellbound.
She stood, naked save for the dark cloth covering her hair, and moved to the prayer mat she kept in the corner. Arjun’s eyes roamed over her as she knelt, her form reverent yet exposed, the delicate line of her spine, the soft dip at her waist, leading his gaze back to the lush curves that had been his playground hours before.
As she began, her whispered prayers filled the room, calm and measured, her movements serene—a sharp contrast to the Maya he’d been tangled up with in the sheets. Each bow, each stretch of her arms, her hands, her body swaying with silent devotion made him ache in ways that felt almost unholy. He couldn’t tear his eyes away, her delicate, fervent gestures stirring his hunger anew, desire curling low and heavy in his stomach.
She finished, and as she turned, she caught the look in his eyes—dark, smoldering. Maya’s breath hitched, her pulse betraying her.
As she finished her prayer and approached him, the flush of reverence still soft on her cheeks, Arjun’s eyes raked over her with a hunger that barely disguised the smirk on his lips. He reached out, tugging her toward him until she was standing between his knees, eyes downcast, mouth parted.
“You’re a real little tease, aren’t you, Maya?” he murmured, his voice low, rough with satisfaction and lust. “Sitting there, looking so innocent in that headscarf, praying like a good little girl…” He let his hand slide up her thigh, fingers slipping under the hem of the shirt she’d thrown on. “But I know better. I know what a filthy little slut you really are under all that devotion.”
Maya shivered, her eyes lifting to meet his, her pupils blown wide with the same forbidden thrill. “Yes, sir,” she whispered, voice shaking but eager. “What… what do you want? You can use any part of me.” Her cheeks flushed a deep, delicious pink as she added, “Tell me what you want, tell me which hole, and I’ll… I’ll be exactly what you need.”
Arjun’s fingers tightened on her thigh, pulling her even closer, his breath hot against her ear. “You’re going to take me in every way I want, little slut. That pretty mouth, that sweet, tight ass… you’re mine to use however I see fit. Isn’t that right?”
Maya’s breath came faster, her body aching with anticipation, her voice barely a whisper as she nodded. "Yes… I’m yours. All yours."
Arjun’s hand tightened on her hip as he leaned in close, his words a low, sinful growl against her ear. “Bend over, *slut.* Just like you did for your prayers, only this time… you’re worshipping me.” His rough hands guided her down, pulling her into that familiar kneeling stance. She obeyed, heart pounding as she pressed her forehead to the floor, arching her back just enough to bare herself to him.
He grinned, sliding his hand over her exposed flesh, letting his fingers trace the delicate, sinful heat between her legs. “Look at this *married cunt,* so eager, so wet. You’re desperate to be fucked, aren’t you? Right here, in your husband’s house, his faithful little wife spreading herself open like a filthy whore just for me.”
Maya’s breath was ragged, her face flushed and hot, her body trembling under his touch. "Yes, sir… I need it. I need you," she whispered, her voice soft but laced with raw, unfiltered desire.
He positioned himself at her entrance, letting the swollen tip of his cock graze her slick, waiting lips, pausing just before he pushed in. “Make a vow to me,” he ordered, his voice rough with arousal. “Swear that you’re mine. My filthy, obedient slut, ready to be used whenever and however I want, no matter who’s watching, no matter who you’re pretending to be.”
Maya moaned, her fingers curling against the prayer mat as she repeated his words, a shiver running down her spine. “I’m yours… your slut, your plaything. I swear it. I’m yours to use.”
With a slow, claiming thrust, he buried himself inside her, his cock stretching her married cunt, filling her with each inch, each stroke a reminder of her promise, their bodies joined in reckless, unrepentant pleasure.
Arjun held her hips firmly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, feeling her pulse beneath his hands as he claimed her in a rhythm that was both unhurried and merciless. With each powerful thrust, Maya’s body surged forward, her breasts swaying heavily, back arching in a perfect, inviting curve, only to be pulled back flush against him as he drove himself deeper.
Her ass, round and lush, slapped against his hips with each movement, pressing into him like it was made to fit every inch of his grip, soft yet unyielding. He reveled in the sight, her flesh molding against him like it was putty in his hands, a scene of pure indulgence and ruin. Each impact between them was a collision, a reminder of his control over her, the claim he’d marked with every dirty word and degrading whisper.
Maya’s moans broke through the air, breaths mingling with gasps, each thrust pulling another shuddering sound from her lips. She arched, pressing back with a needy hunger, the echo of her breaths quickening as her body surrendered to him. Her hair fell over her face, messy and damp, a veil barely hiding the lust written across her features. She pushed back against his every movement, her hips rolling in response, a primal urge guiding her to meet him, to feel every inch of him without restraint.
Arjun slowed only to tease her, pulling out until just the tip of his cock brushed her entrance, sliding back and forth, taunting her until her trembling body chased him with its own desperation. Then, just when she could barely stand the waiting, he thrust forward, filling her in one swift, deep stroke that stole her breath, leaving her dizzy and gasping.
His pace was relentless, each movement deliberate and claiming, his body pressing into hers until she felt utterly possessed, until every part of her was molded to fit him and no other. And with every thrust, she felt herself giving over, her moans mingling with the slap of skin on skin, her body meeting his rhythm as her desire deepened, as the last remnants of control slipped away into something darker, something bound to him in every searing, desperate movement.
Arjun pulled back just enough to watch the scene unfolding beneath him, his gaze locked onto Maya's dripping, glistening entrance. Her pussy, dusted with a light, soft patch of hair, framed the delicate pinkness that lay within, glistening with arousal. Each time he thrust forward, his thick, veiny shaft spread her open, her folds stretching to accommodate every inch of him. The sight was intoxicating—the way her lips parted and clung to his cock as he drove into her, like her body was greedily holding on, unwilling to let him go even for a moment.
With each thrust, her slick, married cunt stretched wider, swallowing him with an almost desperate hunger, her inner walls tightening around him, pulling him deeper. The friction was maddening, her warmth enveloping him, her soft, yielding flesh spreading around the base of his cock, forming a perfect seal that seemed to pulse in time with her heartbeat. As he pulled back, her inner folds clung to him, a wet, needy grip that left his shaft gleaming, coated with her arousal.
His hands gripped her ass, spreading her open further, exposing every inch of her flushed, swollen pussy as he plunged in again, the slick sounds of their joining filling the room. Her moans grew louder, each thrust sending a shiver through her body, her hips pressing back with an instinctive need. Each time he buried himself to the hilt, she stretched wide around him, her softness yielding, her body welcoming him deeper, her folds grasping at him as if afraid to let him slip away.
Arjun gripped Maya’s plump ass, his fingers sinking into the warm, supple flesh as he spread her cheeks wide, savoring the view he’d unveiled. Her slick pussy, flushed and open, gleamed with arousal, every intimate fold exposed and glistening, still stretched and swollen from his relentless thrusts. He let out a low, approving growl, his eyes tracing every inch of her with a possessive hunger.
“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice rough, laced with a hint of wicked delight. “All spread out, just for me. Your married pussy’s so pink and wet, desperate for my cock, like it’s never had anything this deep before.”
His thumbs pressed into the soft skin, pulling her even wider, revealing the puckered rosebud of her ass nestled just above her soaked folds. He let his finger glide down, tracing a slow path from her ass to her cunt, feeling the slick warmth coating his skin as he did. The way her body quivered under his touch sent a jolt of satisfaction through him—she was completely exposed, vulnerable, her body utterly his to explore, to use as he pleased.
“God, you’re dripping, Maya,” he continued, voice thick with arousal. “You can’t hide how much you love being bent over like this, your pussy spread open, just begging to be fucked.”
As he leaned closer, his hot breath skimming across her skin, he watched with satisfaction as her entrance clenched in response, an involuntary reaction to his filthy words. He chuckled, trailing his finger over her slick opening, feeling the way her body responded, her folds parting willingly, welcoming him back with a wet, needy pulse.
“You’re a dirty little slut, aren’t you?” he whispered, letting the words hang heavy between them. “Your body’s begging for it—so tight, so ready. Tell me, Maya… how does it feel to be this exposed? To know I’m seeing everything, taking everything?”
Her moan was his answer, her body arching under him, surrendering completely, letting him drink in every intimate detail.
Arjun’s hand lingered on the curve of her ass for a second before he gave her a light slap, the sound sharp enough to pull Maya from her sleep. She stretched, a languid, satisfied smile barely curving her lips before her eyes snapped to the clock.
“Oh god,” she muttered, pushing herself upright and fumbling for the scarf beside the bed. She wrapped her veil hastily around her head, her bare body still glistening with the aftermath of their night together. Arjun watched her, the contrast between the seduction of last night and her swift shift to reverence now, a vision that left him spellbound.
She stood, naked save for the dark cloth covering her hair, and moved to the prayer mat she kept in the corner. Arjun’s eyes roamed over her as she knelt, her form reverent yet exposed, the delicate line of her spine, the soft dip at her waist, leading his gaze back to the lush curves that had been his playground hours before.
As she began, her whispered prayers filled the room, calm and measured, her movements serene—a sharp contrast to the Maya he’d been tangled up with in the sheets. Each bow, each stretch of her arms, her hands, her body swaying with silent devotion made him ache in ways that felt almost unholy. He couldn’t tear his eyes away, her delicate, fervent gestures stirring his hunger anew, desire curling low and heavy in his stomach.
She finished, and as she turned, she caught the look in his eyes—dark, smoldering. Maya’s breath hitched, her pulse betraying her.
As she finished her prayer and approached him, the flush of reverence still soft on her cheeks, Arjun’s eyes raked over her with a hunger that barely disguised the smirk on his lips. He reached out, tugging her toward him until she was standing between his knees, eyes downcast, mouth parted.
“You’re a real little tease, aren’t you, Maya?” he murmured, his voice low, rough with satisfaction and lust. “Sitting there, looking so innocent in that headscarf, praying like a good little girl…” He let his hand slide up her thigh, fingers slipping under the hem of the shirt she’d thrown on. “But I know better. I know what a filthy little slut you really are under all that devotion.”
Maya shivered, her eyes lifting to meet his, her pupils blown wide with the same forbidden thrill. “Yes, sir,” she whispered, voice shaking but eager. “What… what do you want? You can use any part of me.” Her cheeks flushed a deep, delicious pink as she added, “Tell me what you want, tell me which hole, and I’ll… I’ll be exactly what you need.”
Arjun’s fingers tightened on her thigh, pulling her even closer, his breath hot against her ear. “You’re going to take me in every way I want, little slut. That pretty mouth, that sweet, tight ass… you’re mine to use however I see fit. Isn’t that right?”
Maya’s breath came faster, her body aching with anticipation, her voice barely a whisper as she nodded. "Yes… I’m yours. All yours."
Arjun’s hand tightened on her hip as he leaned in close, his words a low, sinful growl against her ear. “Bend over, *slut.* Just like you did for your prayers, only this time… you’re worshipping me.” His rough hands guided her down, pulling her into that familiar kneeling stance. She obeyed, heart pounding as she pressed her forehead to the floor, arching her back just enough to bare herself to him.
He grinned, sliding his hand over her exposed flesh, letting his fingers trace the delicate, sinful heat between her legs. “Look at this *married cunt,* so eager, so wet. You’re desperate to be fucked, aren’t you? Right here, in your husband’s house, his faithful little wife spreading herself open like a filthy whore just for me.”
Maya’s breath was ragged, her face flushed and hot, her body trembling under his touch. "Yes, sir… I need it. I need you," she whispered, her voice soft but laced with raw, unfiltered desire.
He positioned himself at her entrance, letting the swollen tip of his cock graze her slick, waiting lips, pausing just before he pushed in. “Make a vow to me,” he ordered, his voice rough with arousal. “Swear that you’re mine. My filthy, obedient slut, ready to be used whenever and however I want, no matter who’s watching, no matter who you’re pretending to be.”
Maya moaned, her fingers curling against the prayer mat as she repeated his words, a shiver running down her spine. “I’m yours… your slut, your plaything. I swear it. I’m yours to use.”
With a slow, claiming thrust, he buried himself inside her, his cock stretching her married cunt, filling her with each inch, each stroke a reminder of her promise, their bodies joined in reckless, unrepentant pleasure.
Arjun held her hips firmly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, feeling her pulse beneath his hands as he claimed her in a rhythm that was both unhurried and merciless. With each powerful thrust, Maya’s body surged forward, her breasts swaying heavily, back arching in a perfect, inviting curve, only to be pulled back flush against him as he drove himself deeper.
Her ass, round and lush, slapped against his hips with each movement, pressing into him like it was made to fit every inch of his grip, soft yet unyielding. He reveled in the sight, her flesh molding against him like it was putty in his hands, a scene of pure indulgence and ruin. Each impact between them was a collision, a reminder of his control over her, the claim he’d marked with every dirty word and degrading whisper.
Maya’s moans broke through the air, breaths mingling with gasps, each thrust pulling another shuddering sound from her lips. She arched, pressing back with a needy hunger, the echo of her breaths quickening as her body surrendered to him. Her hair fell over her face, messy and damp, a veil barely hiding the lust written across her features. She pushed back against his every movement, her hips rolling in response, a primal urge guiding her to meet him, to feel every inch of him without restraint.
Arjun slowed only to tease her, pulling out until just the tip of his cock brushed her entrance, sliding back and forth, taunting her until her trembling body chased him with its own desperation. Then, just when she could barely stand the waiting, he thrust forward, filling her in one swift, deep stroke that stole her breath, leaving her dizzy and gasping.
His pace was relentless, each movement deliberate and claiming, his body pressing into hers until she felt utterly possessed, until every part of her was molded to fit him and no other. And with every thrust, she felt herself giving over, her moans mingling with the slap of skin on skin, her body meeting his rhythm as her desire deepened, as the last remnants of control slipped away into something darker, something bound to him in every searing, desperate movement.
Arjun pulled back just enough to watch the scene unfolding beneath him, his gaze locked onto Maya's dripping, glistening entrance. Her pussy, dusted with a light, soft patch of hair, framed the delicate pinkness that lay within, glistening with arousal. Each time he thrust forward, his thick, veiny shaft spread her open, her folds stretching to accommodate every inch of him. The sight was intoxicating—the way her lips parted and clung to his cock as he drove into her, like her body was greedily holding on, unwilling to let him go even for a moment.
With each thrust, her slick, married cunt stretched wider, swallowing him with an almost desperate hunger, her inner walls tightening around him, pulling him deeper. The friction was maddening, her warmth enveloping him, her soft, yielding flesh spreading around the base of his cock, forming a perfect seal that seemed to pulse in time with her heartbeat. As he pulled back, her inner folds clung to him, a wet, needy grip that left his shaft gleaming, coated with her arousal.
His hands gripped her ass, spreading her open further, exposing every inch of her flushed, swollen pussy as he plunged in again, the slick sounds of their joining filling the room. Her moans grew louder, each thrust sending a shiver through her body, her hips pressing back with an instinctive need. Each time he buried himself to the hilt, she stretched wide around him, her softness yielding, her body welcoming him deeper, her folds grasping at him as if afraid to let him slip away.
Arjun gripped Maya’s plump ass, his fingers sinking into the warm, supple flesh as he spread her cheeks wide, savoring the view he’d unveiled. Her slick pussy, flushed and open, gleamed with arousal, every intimate fold exposed and glistening, still stretched and swollen from his relentless thrusts. He let out a low, approving growl, his eyes tracing every inch of her with a possessive hunger.
“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice rough, laced with a hint of wicked delight. “All spread out, just for me. Your married pussy’s so pink and wet, desperate for my cock, like it’s never had anything this deep before.”
His thumbs pressed into the soft skin, pulling her even wider, revealing the puckered rosebud of her ass nestled just above her soaked folds. He let his finger glide down, tracing a slow path from her ass to her cunt, feeling the slick warmth coating his skin as he did. The way her body quivered under his touch sent a jolt of satisfaction through him—she was completely exposed, vulnerable, her body utterly his to explore, to use as he pleased.
“God, you’re dripping, Maya,” he continued, voice thick with arousal. “You can’t hide how much you love being bent over like this, your pussy spread open, just begging to be fucked.”
As he leaned closer, his hot breath skimming across her skin, he watched with satisfaction as her entrance clenched in response, an involuntary reaction to his filthy words. He chuckled, trailing his finger over her slick opening, feeling the way her body responded, her folds parting willingly, welcoming him back with a wet, needy pulse.
“You’re a dirty little slut, aren’t you?” he whispered, letting the words hang heavy between them. “Your body’s begging for it—so tight, so ready. Tell me, Maya… how does it feel to be this exposed? To know I’m seeing everything, taking everything?”
Her moan was his answer, her body arching under him, surrendering completely, letting him drink in every intimate detail.
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