12-12-2024, 11:57 PM
The tension in the room spiraled higher as I gripped Priya’s hips and pressed her forward, making her brace against the bed. Her body arched, presenting herself to me, and I took full advantage, driving into her with forceful, relentless thrusts. The room filled with the sharp sound of skin meeting skin, punctuated by her moans and cries as I spanked her, the sting of my hand on her flesh bringing color to her skin and a wicked smile to her lips.
“Is this what you want, Priya?” I growled, my voice thick with lust as I gripped her tighter. “To be my dirty little slut? To take everything I give you?”
“Yes!” she cried out, her voice raw, trembling. “Fuck me harder—make me yours!”
The power surged through me, driving me to push her limits, to claim her completely. I leaned down, my teeth grazing her ear as I whispered filthy, degrading words that made her shudder and whimper in pleasure. My hand came down again, a sharp slap across her ass, and her body jolted, pushing back against me as though begging for more.
I felt the heat building, the pressure rising, and I knew I was close. My pace grew erratic, my thrusts harder, more desperate. “I’m about to come,” I growled, gripping her hips to pull her tighter against me.
Her voice came back breathless, trembling, “It’s not a safe day.”
Her words gave me pause, but the need burned too hot to stop. My eyes flicked to Harpit, who had been watching from the corner of the room, his face a mix of apprehension and yearning. I beckoned him forward with a tilt of my head. He hesitated for only a moment before crawling toward us on all fours, his body language submissive yet determined.
I leaned back slightly, my cock still throbbing against Priya as I met his gaze. “Take her panties,” I ordered, my voice firm. “Hold them for me.”
He obeyed without question, reaching for the delicate fabric that had been discarded earlier. His hands trembled as he held them open, his fingers brushing against my shaft as I positioned myself over the soft material. With a few strokes, I released, hot spurts spilling into the fabric, soaking it thoroughly as Harpit held it steady, his breath catching with each pulse.
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When it was over, I collapsed onto the bed, my chest heaving as the aftershocks of pleasure coursed through me. Priya, ever attentive, knelt beside me with a soft cloth, her hands gentle as she cleaned me, her touch soothing after the intensity of what we’d just shared.
As I lay there, catching my breath, I glanced toward Harpit. What I saw sent a fresh wave of heat through me. He had slipped into the panties I had just spoiled, the soaked fabric clinging to him as he knelt on the floor. His hand moved over himself through the material, his eyes fixed on Priya and me with a hunger that was unmistakable.
The sight was both absurd and erotic, a tableau of surrender and desire that cemented his place in this dynamic. He was utterly enraptured, his movements growing more frantic as he pleasured himself, the evidence of my dominance and his wife’s satisfaction pressed against his skin.
Priya glanced at him, her lips curving into a knowing smile before turning back to me, her fingers brushing against my chest. “I think he likes being part of this,” she murmured, her voice low, teasing.
I chuckled, running a hand through my hair as I let the moment wash over me. “I’d say that’s an understatement.”
“Is this what you want, Priya?” I growled, my voice thick with lust as I gripped her tighter. “To be my dirty little slut? To take everything I give you?”
“Yes!” she cried out, her voice raw, trembling. “Fuck me harder—make me yours!”
The power surged through me, driving me to push her limits, to claim her completely. I leaned down, my teeth grazing her ear as I whispered filthy, degrading words that made her shudder and whimper in pleasure. My hand came down again, a sharp slap across her ass, and her body jolted, pushing back against me as though begging for more.
I felt the heat building, the pressure rising, and I knew I was close. My pace grew erratic, my thrusts harder, more desperate. “I’m about to come,” I growled, gripping her hips to pull her tighter against me.
Her voice came back breathless, trembling, “It’s not a safe day.”
Her words gave me pause, but the need burned too hot to stop. My eyes flicked to Harpit, who had been watching from the corner of the room, his face a mix of apprehension and yearning. I beckoned him forward with a tilt of my head. He hesitated for only a moment before crawling toward us on all fours, his body language submissive yet determined.
I leaned back slightly, my cock still throbbing against Priya as I met his gaze. “Take her panties,” I ordered, my voice firm. “Hold them for me.”
He obeyed without question, reaching for the delicate fabric that had been discarded earlier. His hands trembled as he held them open, his fingers brushing against my shaft as I positioned myself over the soft material. With a few strokes, I released, hot spurts spilling into the fabric, soaking it thoroughly as Harpit held it steady, his breath catching with each pulse.
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When it was over, I collapsed onto the bed, my chest heaving as the aftershocks of pleasure coursed through me. Priya, ever attentive, knelt beside me with a soft cloth, her hands gentle as she cleaned me, her touch soothing after the intensity of what we’d just shared.
As I lay there, catching my breath, I glanced toward Harpit. What I saw sent a fresh wave of heat through me. He had slipped into the panties I had just spoiled, the soaked fabric clinging to him as he knelt on the floor. His hand moved over himself through the material, his eyes fixed on Priya and me with a hunger that was unmistakable.
The sight was both absurd and erotic, a tableau of surrender and desire that cemented his place in this dynamic. He was utterly enraptured, his movements growing more frantic as he pleasured himself, the evidence of my dominance and his wife’s satisfaction pressed against his skin.
Priya glanced at him, her lips curving into a knowing smile before turning back to me, her fingers brushing against my chest. “I think he likes being part of this,” she murmured, her voice low, teasing.
I chuckled, running a hand through my hair as I let the moment wash over me. “I’d say that’s an understatement.”
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