14-11-2024, 04:54 PM
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Maya shuddered, her body responding to his words as if each one was a hand grazing her skin, igniting her from the inside. She pushed her hips back, arching further, her face flushed with the mixture of shame and hunger that his voice awakened in her.
“Yes… oh God, yes,” she whispered, her voice barely holding together, thick with arousal and surrender. “I want you to see everything… every inch, every part. I love the way you spread me open like this, using me… like I’m nothing but yours to fuck.”
Her cheeks burned as the words tumbled out, but she couldn’t stop them—couldn’t stop the thrill that surged through her at being reduced to this. The way he looked at her, as if she was a prize to conquer, made her head spin, her body aching for his every filthy, degrading word.
“You make me feel so… so dirty,” she continued, a soft whimper in her voice. “Like I’m exactly the filthy slut you say I am.” Her eyes fluttered shut, her fingers digging into the sheets as her body quivered beneath his grip, her voice a desperate, breathless plea. “Please, Arjun… keep going. Don’t stop. Show me what it feels like to be completely yours.”
She spread her knees wider, offering herself fully, reveling in the forbidden thrill that his gaze and his hands ignited. The words he whispered—each filthy, possessive promise—made her pulse race, her body opening to him without hesitation, yearning for every inch, every ounce of his control.
Arjun smirked as he let his finger glide down, grazing over the tight, untouched entrance of her ass, pressing just enough to make her gasp, a thrill of shock and forbidden excitement coloring her cheeks. Her body tensed, a flicker of hesitation crossing her face, but she didn’t pull away, didn’t try to stop him. Instead, she held her breath, surrendering to his touch even as her pulse quickened with a mix of shyness and raw curiosity.
“Oh, you feel that, don’t you?” he murmured, his voice low, taunting. He circled his fingertip over her delicate entrance, teasing her, making her squirm beneath him. “One day, you’re going to give me this too, Maya. Every inch of you, every part you’ve kept hidden—until there’s nothing left I haven’t claimed.”
Maya bit her lip, her cheeks flushing deeper as she buried her face in the sheets, her body trembling under his touch. The thought of what he was suggesting sent a hot wave of embarrassment through her, but beneath it was something darker, something thrilling that she couldn’t ignore. She knew he could feel it, the way her body responded despite her shyness, betraying her with every small, desperate quiver.
“Arjun…” she whispered, her voice shaky, barely audible. She couldn’t bring herself to say more, the words tangled up with her breath, but the way her hips arched subtly, instinctively pressing back against his finger, told him everything.
Arjun guided Maya onto the bed, his hands firm yet steady as he positioned her on all fours, her back arched, her ass lifted high, every inch of her bare and exposed. He glanced up at the mirror across the room, catching the reflection of them together—the stark image of her submission, of his power over her, only deepening the heat between them. Her veil framed her flushed face, lending a sense of something both sacred and forbidden to the scene, heightening the thrill in his chest.
With a slight tug on her shoulder, he leaned over, his voice a low, demanding whisper. “Take it off, Maya. I want to see all of you… want to wrap my hand in that hair of yours while I fuck you.”
Maya hesitated, her fingers reaching up to touch the fabric that had always been a part of her—her symbol of dignity and identity, a reminder of everything she was meant to be. But with Arjun’s gaze heavy on her, his voice thick with authority and desire, she felt her resolve slip away. Slowly, she reached up, fingers trembling as she loosened the veil and let it fall, her dark hair spilling out, framing her face, wild and unbound.
Arjun’s eyes darkened as he took in the sight, gripping a handful of her hair, twisting it in his fingers with a rough possessiveness. “That’s better,” he murmured, watching her in the mirror, his hand pulling her head back just enough to expose the curve of her neck, to remind her who was in control. “Look at yourself, Maya. Look at how perfect you are like this—stripped, open, begging for everything I’m going to give you.”
Maya’s breath came quick, her chest heaving as she looked at their reflection, the image of herself unraveling, raw and submissive. The way his hand twisted in her hair, the intensity in his eyes, the firmness of his body against hers—it was everything she’d craved but never dared to admit. Her body arched further, back curving in instinctive surrender, the last shred of resistance melting away as she held his gaze in the mirror, ready for whatever he demanded.
Arjun’s grip in her hair tightened, guiding her to arch her back deeper, pushing her hips up, every curve of her body aligned perfectly to meet his thrusts. He pulled her back against him, each movement slow but powerful, filling her inch by inch, stretching her as her walls clenched around him. The angle sent jolts of pleasure through her body, each thrust driving him deeper, pressing against spots that left her gasping, her lips parted in helpless, breathless moans.
“Oh… oh, Arjun,” she whimpered, her voice barely holding together, each moan spilling out louder, rawer, with every inch he claimed. Her nails dug into the sheets, body moving in sync with his rhythm, rolling her hips back to take him in as deep as he would go, the slickness between her thighs growing with each slow, deliberate thrust.
Their eyes met in the mirror, her gaze wide and vulnerable, her cheeks flushed, her hair wild as he pulled her back toward him, her breasts swaying with each motion. The sight of herself under his control, of her own surrender, only made her moan louder, her body arching further, desperate to take every inch he gave her.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” she gasped, voice breathy and trembling. “Please… harder. Don’t stop.”
Arjun obliged, his grip in her hair tightening as he thrust harder, the slap of skin against skin filling the room, her breathy cries rising with every plunge, every relentless push. Her moans turned to gasps, each movement sending a shock of pleasure through her, making her back arch further, pressing her body into his with a needy, uncontrollable rhythm. Every moan, every gasp, was a plea for more, her voice breaking with the intensity as she felt herself teetering on the edge of release, ready to shatter beneath him.
“Yes… oh God, yes,” she whispered, her voice barely holding together, thick with arousal and surrender. “I want you to see everything… every inch, every part. I love the way you spread me open like this, using me… like I’m nothing but yours to fuck.”
Her cheeks burned as the words tumbled out, but she couldn’t stop them—couldn’t stop the thrill that surged through her at being reduced to this. The way he looked at her, as if she was a prize to conquer, made her head spin, her body aching for his every filthy, degrading word.
“You make me feel so… so dirty,” she continued, a soft whimper in her voice. “Like I’m exactly the filthy slut you say I am.” Her eyes fluttered shut, her fingers digging into the sheets as her body quivered beneath his grip, her voice a desperate, breathless plea. “Please, Arjun… keep going. Don’t stop. Show me what it feels like to be completely yours.”
She spread her knees wider, offering herself fully, reveling in the forbidden thrill that his gaze and his hands ignited. The words he whispered—each filthy, possessive promise—made her pulse race, her body opening to him without hesitation, yearning for every inch, every ounce of his control.
Arjun smirked as he let his finger glide down, grazing over the tight, untouched entrance of her ass, pressing just enough to make her gasp, a thrill of shock and forbidden excitement coloring her cheeks. Her body tensed, a flicker of hesitation crossing her face, but she didn’t pull away, didn’t try to stop him. Instead, she held her breath, surrendering to his touch even as her pulse quickened with a mix of shyness and raw curiosity.
“Oh, you feel that, don’t you?” he murmured, his voice low, taunting. He circled his fingertip over her delicate entrance, teasing her, making her squirm beneath him. “One day, you’re going to give me this too, Maya. Every inch of you, every part you’ve kept hidden—until there’s nothing left I haven’t claimed.”
Maya bit her lip, her cheeks flushing deeper as she buried her face in the sheets, her body trembling under his touch. The thought of what he was suggesting sent a hot wave of embarrassment through her, but beneath it was something darker, something thrilling that she couldn’t ignore. She knew he could feel it, the way her body responded despite her shyness, betraying her with every small, desperate quiver.
“Arjun…” she whispered, her voice shaky, barely audible. She couldn’t bring herself to say more, the words tangled up with her breath, but the way her hips arched subtly, instinctively pressing back against his finger, told him everything.
Arjun guided Maya onto the bed, his hands firm yet steady as he positioned her on all fours, her back arched, her ass lifted high, every inch of her bare and exposed. He glanced up at the mirror across the room, catching the reflection of them together—the stark image of her submission, of his power over her, only deepening the heat between them. Her veil framed her flushed face, lending a sense of something both sacred and forbidden to the scene, heightening the thrill in his chest.
With a slight tug on her shoulder, he leaned over, his voice a low, demanding whisper. “Take it off, Maya. I want to see all of you… want to wrap my hand in that hair of yours while I fuck you.”
Maya hesitated, her fingers reaching up to touch the fabric that had always been a part of her—her symbol of dignity and identity, a reminder of everything she was meant to be. But with Arjun’s gaze heavy on her, his voice thick with authority and desire, she felt her resolve slip away. Slowly, she reached up, fingers trembling as she loosened the veil and let it fall, her dark hair spilling out, framing her face, wild and unbound.
Arjun’s eyes darkened as he took in the sight, gripping a handful of her hair, twisting it in his fingers with a rough possessiveness. “That’s better,” he murmured, watching her in the mirror, his hand pulling her head back just enough to expose the curve of her neck, to remind her who was in control. “Look at yourself, Maya. Look at how perfect you are like this—stripped, open, begging for everything I’m going to give you.”
Maya’s breath came quick, her chest heaving as she looked at their reflection, the image of herself unraveling, raw and submissive. The way his hand twisted in her hair, the intensity in his eyes, the firmness of his body against hers—it was everything she’d craved but never dared to admit. Her body arched further, back curving in instinctive surrender, the last shred of resistance melting away as she held his gaze in the mirror, ready for whatever he demanded.
Arjun’s grip in her hair tightened, guiding her to arch her back deeper, pushing her hips up, every curve of her body aligned perfectly to meet his thrusts. He pulled her back against him, each movement slow but powerful, filling her inch by inch, stretching her as her walls clenched around him. The angle sent jolts of pleasure through her body, each thrust driving him deeper, pressing against spots that left her gasping, her lips parted in helpless, breathless moans.
“Oh… oh, Arjun,” she whimpered, her voice barely holding together, each moan spilling out louder, rawer, with every inch he claimed. Her nails dug into the sheets, body moving in sync with his rhythm, rolling her hips back to take him in as deep as he would go, the slickness between her thighs growing with each slow, deliberate thrust.
Their eyes met in the mirror, her gaze wide and vulnerable, her cheeks flushed, her hair wild as he pulled her back toward him, her breasts swaying with each motion. The sight of herself under his control, of her own surrender, only made her moan louder, her body arching further, desperate to take every inch he gave her.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” she gasped, voice breathy and trembling. “Please… harder. Don’t stop.”
Arjun obliged, his grip in her hair tightening as he thrust harder, the slap of skin against skin filling the room, her breathy cries rising with every plunge, every relentless push. Her moans turned to gasps, each movement sending a shock of pleasure through her, making her back arch further, pressing her body into his with a needy, uncontrollable rhythm. Every moan, every gasp, was a plea for more, her voice breaking with the intensity as she felt herself teetering on the edge of release, ready to shatter beneath him.
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