02-12-2024, 12:04 AM
He looked into her eyes, his gaze steady and filled with a mix of challenge and desire. "You have to prove that you deserve this," he said, his voice firm but laced with teasing intent.
Rashi's brow furrowed slightly, her lips parting as she whispered, "What do you mean?" Her voice carried a mix of curiosity and nervous anticipation, her heart racing at the weight of his words.
He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he murmured, "Show me how much you want this." The low timbre of his words ignited a fire.
Rashi’s eyes widened, her breath catching as she processed his words. “What do you mean?” she asked softly, her voice a mix of confusion and curiosity.
Qadir’s lips curved into a wicked smile, his gaze never leaving hers. “If you truly want this, Rashi, prove it,” he said, his tone low and teasing, with an edge of command that sent a shiver through her.
She swallowed hard, her voice trembling as she asked, “What do you want me to do?”
He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear, his warm breath making her skin tingle. “Go to the other room,” he murmured, his voice dripping with seduction. “Stand near your husband—who’s passed out, oblivious to how much he’s already lost.”
Rashi’s heart raced as he continued, his tone growing bolder. “Look him in the eye and tell him you love me. Say you want to make love to me.”
Her breath hitched, and she felt heat flood her cheeks. “Qadir…” she began, but he wasn’t finished.
“And,” he added with a wicked grin, “tell him he’s not man enough for a sexy, desirable woman like me.” His hand trailed down her back, the touch both a challenge and a promise.
Rashi stared at him, her mind reeling, the sheer audacity of his demand igniting a mix of emotions within her. “You’re serious?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Qadir leaned back slightly, his eyes smoldering. “Dead serious,” he said, his voice firm yet laced with a teasing edge. “If you want me, Rashi, show me you’re ready to leave everything behind. Prove that you’ve chosen me… completely.”
Rashi’s gaze dropped to his cock, her breath hitching as desire coursed through her. Her longing was undeniable, her body betraying her hesitation. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, her pulse racing as she wrestled with the boldness of his demand. She knew what he wanted, and despite the scandalous nature of it, the thought of proving herself in such a way ignited a thrill deep within her.
Slowly, she nodded, her voice barely a whisper. “I’ll do it.”
Qadir’s lips curved into a triumphant smirk, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. “That’s my girl,” he murmured, his voice dripping with approval.
Rashi stood, her bare skin shimmering in the dim light, her body trembling with both anticipation and nervous energy. She cast one last glance at him, his commanding presence filling the room, before turning toward the door. Every step she took felt like an eternity, the cool floor beneath her feet grounding her as she moved toward the room where her husband lay.
As she entered the dimly lit bedroom, her husband’s figure lay sprawled on the bed, snoring softly, oblivious to the storm brewing around him. Rashi approached, her bare feet making no sound on the floor. She stood beside him, her heart pounding as she mustered the courage to say the words Qadir demanded of her.
She inhaled deeply, her voice steady but low as she began, “I need to tell you something.” Her husband stirred faintly but didn’t wake, his inebriated state keeping him unconscious.
“I love someone else,” she said, her words cutting through the silence like a blade. “I love Qadir.”
The words felt both liberating and terrifying as they left her lips. Emboldened by the rush of adrenaline, she continued, her voice growing firmer. “I want to make love to him. I want to give myself to him completely because he’s everything you’re not.”
Her cheeks burned as the final, searing words escaped her lips. “You’re not man enough for a woman like me—someone as sensual, as alive, as ready to be desired as I am.”
The confession hung in the air, heavy with finality. Rashi lingered for a moment, her heart racing, before turning and leaving the room without a backward glance.
As she re-entered the room where Qadir waited, she found him standing, his arms crossed, a look of pure triumph and hunger on his face.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of approval and desire. “Now come here.”
Rashi obeyed, her steps faltering only slightly as she moved toward him. When she reached him, his arms wrapped around her, pulling her against his firm chest.
“You’ve made your choice,” he said, his lips brushing against her ear. “Now, let me show you what it means to truly be wanted.”
Rashi trembled, her heart racing, her body aching for his touch. She let her eyes drift shut as his lips met hers in a passionate kiss, his hands roaming across her bare skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
Qadir moved to the edge of the bed, his presence commanding and magnetic. He sat down slowly, his dark eyes locked on Rashi with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. Without breaking eye contact, he extended his hand, beckoning her closer with a silent authority that left no room for hesitation.
“Come here,” he said softly, his voice low but firm, sending a jolt of anticipation through her.
Rashi stepped forward, her heart pounding, and as she stood before him, he took her hand gently but purposefully, guiding her downward. She knelt before him, her breath shallow as her bare knees pressed into the soft rug beneath them. The vulnerability of the position heightened her awareness of the charged atmosphere between them.
Qadir tilted her chin up with his fingers, forcing her to meet his gaze. “You’re mine now, Rashi,” he said, his voice a mix of possessiveness and desire. “Every part of you.”
She nodded slowly, her eyes wide with a mix of nervousness and longing. Her body trembled under the weight of his words, and she found herself unable to look away from the raw power and hunger in his expression.
“Good,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over her lower lip as he leaned closer, his breath warm against her skin. “Now show me that you’re ready for everything I have to give you.”
Qadir shifted slightly, allowing Rashi to reach his hardened length, her breath hitching as she took him in her hand. His arousal was evident, the proof of his desire sending a rush of heat through her, her body aching with need.
Slowly, her eyes locked on his, she began to stroke him, the motion deliberate and measured. She could feel the tension coiling within him, and her own body responded, the anticipation building. He pulled her closer and put his cock between her boobs and then thrust his cock between her cleavage. He began thrusting his hips back and forth, moving his cock between her big boobs. He grabbed her tits and squeezed them, pushing her tits together so he can feel her breasts more and touching her chin.
As the heat between them intensified, Qadir reached down, his fingers tangling in her hair as he guided her head downward. Rashi obeyed, her breath quickening as her mouth hovered just above his hardness, the anticipation palpable. She let her eyes drift shut, her senses heightened as his grip tightened, his body tense with anticipation.
With a rush of exhilaration, she leaned forward, her tongue darting out to taste the tip of his cock. He inhaled sharply, his body reacting instantly, his grip on her hair tightening. She felt a surge of power as she traced the line of his length with her tongue, he was huge and his balls were large. She felt a rush of satisfaction, knowing she had him completely at her mercy, his desire for her evident.
He groaned, his breath ragged as her lips closed around the head of his cock, her tongue swirling slowly, savoring the salty-sweetness of his arousal. He tasted like man, like earth and musk and pure power, and the knowledge that she was the cause of his unraveling spurred her on.
She teased him slowly, her movements deliberately controlled as she drew him deeper into her mouth, the warmth of her breath and the wetness of her tongue driving him wild. He shuddered, his body taut, his restraint straining under the weight of his desire.
Qadir pushed her down his length, making her deepthroat his large, thick cock, her throat stretching. The pressure of his hand on her head and his cock in her mouth was almost too much. It was the most intense, erotic moment of her life. He began thrusting his cock deeper and deeper down her throat, her body trembling, his pleasure the only thing on her mind.
The sensation of his cock throbbing inside her, her mouth stretched around him, her throat pulsing around him, was almost too much. She moaned softly, the vibrations sending a jolt of electricity through his body.
"Oh fuck," Qadir grunted. "You're going to make me cum if you keep that up."
Rashi looked up at him, her eyes burning with passion and desire, and began moving her head slower. "I want that, but not here but here" pointed towards her pussy.
Qadir pulled his cock out of her mouth and laid down on the bed and patted his large, throbbing, veiny, thick cock.
She stood up and put one leg over his legs, her back facing him.
Rashi slowly lowered her pussy down onto his huge, throbbing member. She moaned loudly as he stretched her tight hole open. Her pussy was extremely wet from their foreplay, and it felt so good to finally have his thick cock inside her.
Once she was fully seated on his shaft, Rashi started to grind her hips, moving his cock around in her pussy.
"Mmm... you feel so good," Rashi moaned.
Qadir reached up and grabbed Rashi's ass with both hands. "You're so tight," he growled.
Rashi leaned back and rested her hands on his chest, continuing to grind her hips.
Qadir began to move his hips, thrusting his cock into Rashi's pussy.
"Oh fuck," Rashi moaned. "That feels so good."
"You like that?" Qadir grunted, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy.
"Yes!" Rashi cried out. "Don't stop!"
He asked her to turn around and face him.
"Look at me," he commanded, his voice husky with desire.
Rashi turned her head and looked at him, her eyes blazing with lust.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard," he growled.
He grabbed her hips and pulled her down on his cock, burying himself inside her.
"Oh god," she moaned, her body trembling with pleasure.
"You like that?" he asked, thrusting his cock deeper inside her. His strokes are powerful and measure the depth of her pussy, each time reaching deep inside her.
"Yes! Don't stop!" Rashi cried out, her body tensing.
"I'm going to make you cum so hard," Qadir grunted, fucking her with long, powerful strokes. There moans can be heard in the entire house including the room where Amit was sleeping. She was riding him passionately and arching backwards, Qadir held her boobs firmly and pinched her nipples while his other hand was on her waist, moving her body.
"Oh my god," Rashi moaned.
"That's it, baby," Qadir encouraged. She came close to cumming, her pussy throbbing and clenching around his cock.
"Fuck! I'm going to cum!" Rashi cried out.
"Do it, baby. Cum for me," Qadir growled, his cock buried deep inside her. Rashi leaned on him and dug her nails on his chest and screamed and cried as she came hard, her whole body trembling with pleasure. She collapsed on him, exhausted but satisfied.
"That was amazing," Qadir said, pulling her close.
"Mmm... yeah," Rashi agreed, her body still tingling.
Qadir ordered Rashi to lie on her back now. He climbed between her legs and put his big cock between her pussy lips, sliding it back and forth against her wetness. She moaned, arching her back, and he slid his cock into her.
She gasped, gripping his arms tightly, her nails digging into his skin. "Fuck me, na" She said. He grinned, thrusting his cock into her, the movement causing her boobs to jiggle.
"Harder," she begged.
"I will," he promised, fucking her with slow, deliberate strokes. She moaned, her head falling back, her legs wrapped around his waist. He increased his pace, thrusting harder, his cock sliding in and out of her slick pussy.
"That's it," she gasped, her body shuddering, her eyes fluttering closed and teasing him. "Faster." He puts his lips on her nipple and sucked.
"Yes, yes," she breathed, her hips rising to meet his thrusts, her hands gripping the sheets.
"You're so tight," he panted, his cock slamming into her, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing through the room.
"So big," she moaned, her pussy squeezing his cock, her muscles clenching. She touched his balls which were slapping against her, they were large and heavy. She played with them while he was fucking her and it made him moan.
"You like that, don't you?" he growled, his strokes getting deeper, harder.
"Yes!" she cried out, her body shuddering, her pussy spasming around his cock.
"Does your husband fuck you like this?" he asked, his thrusts relentless, his cock sliding in and out of her soaked pussy.
"No, he is not a man"
"I am a real man," he growled, his strokes increasing in intensity.
"Yes!" she cried out, her body tensing, her toes curling.
"You're going to cum again," he panted, fucking her harder, his cock slamming into her.
"Yes!" she gasped, her eyes wide, her body trembling.
"Come for me," he commanded, his hips slamming into hers, his cock hitting her g-spot. She arched her back, her body shaking, her pussy clenching around his cock, and screamed, her orgasm crashing over her, her whole body trembling. He slowed his strokes, prolonging her orgasm, his cock throbbing inside her.
"You feel so good," he groaned, his strokes getting deeper, harder.
"Oh, yes!" she gasped, her pussy convulsing around his cock.
"Take it all," he growled, thrusting deep inside her, his cock buried to the hilt, his balls slapping against her ass.
"Yes, yes," she moaned, her hips rising to meet his thrusts, her hands gripping the sheets.
He put her legs on his shoulders and bent forward.
"You're mine," he growled, his cock sliding in and out of her, the sensation almost too much.
"Oh god," she moaned, her toes curling, her body trembling
Rashi's brow furrowed slightly, her lips parting as she whispered, "What do you mean?" Her voice carried a mix of curiosity and nervous anticipation, her heart racing at the weight of his words.
He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he murmured, "Show me how much you want this." The low timbre of his words ignited a fire.
Rashi’s eyes widened, her breath catching as she processed his words. “What do you mean?” she asked softly, her voice a mix of confusion and curiosity.
Qadir’s lips curved into a wicked smile, his gaze never leaving hers. “If you truly want this, Rashi, prove it,” he said, his tone low and teasing, with an edge of command that sent a shiver through her.
She swallowed hard, her voice trembling as she asked, “What do you want me to do?”
He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear, his warm breath making her skin tingle. “Go to the other room,” he murmured, his voice dripping with seduction. “Stand near your husband—who’s passed out, oblivious to how much he’s already lost.”
Rashi’s heart raced as he continued, his tone growing bolder. “Look him in the eye and tell him you love me. Say you want to make love to me.”
Her breath hitched, and she felt heat flood her cheeks. “Qadir…” she began, but he wasn’t finished.
“And,” he added with a wicked grin, “tell him he’s not man enough for a sexy, desirable woman like me.” His hand trailed down her back, the touch both a challenge and a promise.
Rashi stared at him, her mind reeling, the sheer audacity of his demand igniting a mix of emotions within her. “You’re serious?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Qadir leaned back slightly, his eyes smoldering. “Dead serious,” he said, his voice firm yet laced with a teasing edge. “If you want me, Rashi, show me you’re ready to leave everything behind. Prove that you’ve chosen me… completely.”
Rashi’s gaze dropped to his cock, her breath hitching as desire coursed through her. Her longing was undeniable, her body betraying her hesitation. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, her pulse racing as she wrestled with the boldness of his demand. She knew what he wanted, and despite the scandalous nature of it, the thought of proving herself in such a way ignited a thrill deep within her.
Slowly, she nodded, her voice barely a whisper. “I’ll do it.”
Qadir’s lips curved into a triumphant smirk, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. “That’s my girl,” he murmured, his voice dripping with approval.
Rashi stood, her bare skin shimmering in the dim light, her body trembling with both anticipation and nervous energy. She cast one last glance at him, his commanding presence filling the room, before turning toward the door. Every step she took felt like an eternity, the cool floor beneath her feet grounding her as she moved toward the room where her husband lay.
As she entered the dimly lit bedroom, her husband’s figure lay sprawled on the bed, snoring softly, oblivious to the storm brewing around him. Rashi approached, her bare feet making no sound on the floor. She stood beside him, her heart pounding as she mustered the courage to say the words Qadir demanded of her.
She inhaled deeply, her voice steady but low as she began, “I need to tell you something.” Her husband stirred faintly but didn’t wake, his inebriated state keeping him unconscious.
“I love someone else,” she said, her words cutting through the silence like a blade. “I love Qadir.”
The words felt both liberating and terrifying as they left her lips. Emboldened by the rush of adrenaline, she continued, her voice growing firmer. “I want to make love to him. I want to give myself to him completely because he’s everything you’re not.”
Her cheeks burned as the final, searing words escaped her lips. “You’re not man enough for a woman like me—someone as sensual, as alive, as ready to be desired as I am.”
The confession hung in the air, heavy with finality. Rashi lingered for a moment, her heart racing, before turning and leaving the room without a backward glance.
As she re-entered the room where Qadir waited, she found him standing, his arms crossed, a look of pure triumph and hunger on his face.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of approval and desire. “Now come here.”
Rashi obeyed, her steps faltering only slightly as she moved toward him. When she reached him, his arms wrapped around her, pulling her against his firm chest.
“You’ve made your choice,” he said, his lips brushing against her ear. “Now, let me show you what it means to truly be wanted.”
Rashi trembled, her heart racing, her body aching for his touch. She let her eyes drift shut as his lips met hers in a passionate kiss, his hands roaming across her bare skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
Qadir moved to the edge of the bed, his presence commanding and magnetic. He sat down slowly, his dark eyes locked on Rashi with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. Without breaking eye contact, he extended his hand, beckoning her closer with a silent authority that left no room for hesitation.
“Come here,” he said softly, his voice low but firm, sending a jolt of anticipation through her.
Rashi stepped forward, her heart pounding, and as she stood before him, he took her hand gently but purposefully, guiding her downward. She knelt before him, her breath shallow as her bare knees pressed into the soft rug beneath them. The vulnerability of the position heightened her awareness of the charged atmosphere between them.
Qadir tilted her chin up with his fingers, forcing her to meet his gaze. “You’re mine now, Rashi,” he said, his voice a mix of possessiveness and desire. “Every part of you.”
She nodded slowly, her eyes wide with a mix of nervousness and longing. Her body trembled under the weight of his words, and she found herself unable to look away from the raw power and hunger in his expression.
“Good,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over her lower lip as he leaned closer, his breath warm against her skin. “Now show me that you’re ready for everything I have to give you.”
Qadir shifted slightly, allowing Rashi to reach his hardened length, her breath hitching as she took him in her hand. His arousal was evident, the proof of his desire sending a rush of heat through her, her body aching with need.
Slowly, her eyes locked on his, she began to stroke him, the motion deliberate and measured. She could feel the tension coiling within him, and her own body responded, the anticipation building. He pulled her closer and put his cock between her boobs and then thrust his cock between her cleavage. He began thrusting his hips back and forth, moving his cock between her big boobs. He grabbed her tits and squeezed them, pushing her tits together so he can feel her breasts more and touching her chin.
As the heat between them intensified, Qadir reached down, his fingers tangling in her hair as he guided her head downward. Rashi obeyed, her breath quickening as her mouth hovered just above his hardness, the anticipation palpable. She let her eyes drift shut, her senses heightened as his grip tightened, his body tense with anticipation.
With a rush of exhilaration, she leaned forward, her tongue darting out to taste the tip of his cock. He inhaled sharply, his body reacting instantly, his grip on her hair tightening. She felt a surge of power as she traced the line of his length with her tongue, he was huge and his balls were large. She felt a rush of satisfaction, knowing she had him completely at her mercy, his desire for her evident.
He groaned, his breath ragged as her lips closed around the head of his cock, her tongue swirling slowly, savoring the salty-sweetness of his arousal. He tasted like man, like earth and musk and pure power, and the knowledge that she was the cause of his unraveling spurred her on.
She teased him slowly, her movements deliberately controlled as she drew him deeper into her mouth, the warmth of her breath and the wetness of her tongue driving him wild. He shuddered, his body taut, his restraint straining under the weight of his desire.
Qadir pushed her down his length, making her deepthroat his large, thick cock, her throat stretching. The pressure of his hand on her head and his cock in her mouth was almost too much. It was the most intense, erotic moment of her life. He began thrusting his cock deeper and deeper down her throat, her body trembling, his pleasure the only thing on her mind.
The sensation of his cock throbbing inside her, her mouth stretched around him, her throat pulsing around him, was almost too much. She moaned softly, the vibrations sending a jolt of electricity through his body.
"Oh fuck," Qadir grunted. "You're going to make me cum if you keep that up."
Rashi looked up at him, her eyes burning with passion and desire, and began moving her head slower. "I want that, but not here but here" pointed towards her pussy.
Qadir pulled his cock out of her mouth and laid down on the bed and patted his large, throbbing, veiny, thick cock.
She stood up and put one leg over his legs, her back facing him.
Rashi slowly lowered her pussy down onto his huge, throbbing member. She moaned loudly as he stretched her tight hole open. Her pussy was extremely wet from their foreplay, and it felt so good to finally have his thick cock inside her.
Once she was fully seated on his shaft, Rashi started to grind her hips, moving his cock around in her pussy.
"Mmm... you feel so good," Rashi moaned.
Qadir reached up and grabbed Rashi's ass with both hands. "You're so tight," he growled.
Rashi leaned back and rested her hands on his chest, continuing to grind her hips.
Qadir began to move his hips, thrusting his cock into Rashi's pussy.
"Oh fuck," Rashi moaned. "That feels so good."
"You like that?" Qadir grunted, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy.
"Yes!" Rashi cried out. "Don't stop!"
He asked her to turn around and face him.
"Look at me," he commanded, his voice husky with desire.
Rashi turned her head and looked at him, her eyes blazing with lust.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard," he growled.
He grabbed her hips and pulled her down on his cock, burying himself inside her.
"Oh god," she moaned, her body trembling with pleasure.
"You like that?" he asked, thrusting his cock deeper inside her. His strokes are powerful and measure the depth of her pussy, each time reaching deep inside her.
"Yes! Don't stop!" Rashi cried out, her body tensing.
"I'm going to make you cum so hard," Qadir grunted, fucking her with long, powerful strokes. There moans can be heard in the entire house including the room where Amit was sleeping. She was riding him passionately and arching backwards, Qadir held her boobs firmly and pinched her nipples while his other hand was on her waist, moving her body.
"Oh my god," Rashi moaned.
"That's it, baby," Qadir encouraged. She came close to cumming, her pussy throbbing and clenching around his cock.
"Fuck! I'm going to cum!" Rashi cried out.
"Do it, baby. Cum for me," Qadir growled, his cock buried deep inside her. Rashi leaned on him and dug her nails on his chest and screamed and cried as she came hard, her whole body trembling with pleasure. She collapsed on him, exhausted but satisfied.
"That was amazing," Qadir said, pulling her close.
"Mmm... yeah," Rashi agreed, her body still tingling.
Qadir ordered Rashi to lie on her back now. He climbed between her legs and put his big cock between her pussy lips, sliding it back and forth against her wetness. She moaned, arching her back, and he slid his cock into her.
She gasped, gripping his arms tightly, her nails digging into his skin. "Fuck me, na" She said. He grinned, thrusting his cock into her, the movement causing her boobs to jiggle.
"Harder," she begged.
"I will," he promised, fucking her with slow, deliberate strokes. She moaned, her head falling back, her legs wrapped around his waist. He increased his pace, thrusting harder, his cock sliding in and out of her slick pussy.
"That's it," she gasped, her body shuddering, her eyes fluttering closed and teasing him. "Faster." He puts his lips on her nipple and sucked.
"Yes, yes," she breathed, her hips rising to meet his thrusts, her hands gripping the sheets.
"You're so tight," he panted, his cock slamming into her, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing through the room.
"So big," she moaned, her pussy squeezing his cock, her muscles clenching. She touched his balls which were slapping against her, they were large and heavy. She played with them while he was fucking her and it made him moan.
"You like that, don't you?" he growled, his strokes getting deeper, harder.
"Yes!" she cried out, her body shuddering, her pussy spasming around his cock.
"Does your husband fuck you like this?" he asked, his thrusts relentless, his cock sliding in and out of her soaked pussy.
"No, he is not a man"
"I am a real man," he growled, his strokes increasing in intensity.
"Yes!" she cried out, her body tensing, her toes curling.
"You're going to cum again," he panted, fucking her harder, his cock slamming into her.
"Yes!" she gasped, her eyes wide, her body trembling.
"Come for me," he commanded, his hips slamming into hers, his cock hitting her g-spot. She arched her back, her body shaking, her pussy clenching around his cock, and screamed, her orgasm crashing over her, her whole body trembling. He slowed his strokes, prolonging her orgasm, his cock throbbing inside her.
"You feel so good," he groaned, his strokes getting deeper, harder.
"Oh, yes!" she gasped, her pussy convulsing around his cock.
"Take it all," he growled, thrusting deep inside her, his cock buried to the hilt, his balls slapping against her ass.
"Yes, yes," she moaned, her hips rising to meet his thrusts, her hands gripping the sheets.
He put her legs on his shoulders and bent forward.
"You're mine," he growled, his cock sliding in and out of her, the sensation almost too much.
"Oh god," she moaned, her toes curling, her body trembling
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