30-01-2025, 01:22 PM
Birju's eyes roll back in his head, his muscles tense as he feels his own release approaching. He growls, thrusting harder and faster, his hips slamming into Garima's so forcefully, that she's afraid her bones will shatter. She arches her back [7] off the bed, her breasts thrusting free from the confines of her blouse, her nipples hard and aching. He reaches down, roughly pinching one, making her cry out in pleasure. Her nails scbang down his back, leaving trails of blood and skin, and he feels her inner walls clench around him, milking him for every drop.
His thrusts become more erratic, less controlled as the sensations wash over him. He can feel his seed spilling into her, filling her up, claiming her. She tightens around him, her muscles squeezing his cock in a vice-like grip, as her own orgasm crashes over her. Her cries of pleasure mingle with his groans, and he can feel the heat of her body, the wetness of her desire as she comes apart beneath him.
Pratap watches, mesmerized, as Garima's body convulses in ecstasy. Her hands grasp at the sheets, her nails leaving bloody trails on the fabric as she tries to hold on. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest heaving up and down, and her eyes are wide with desire and shock. He can see the evidence of their lovemaking smeared across her thighs and he was glad that he had captured it on his mobile phone.
As Garima's orgasm subsides, Birju collapses on top of her, their bodies still entangled. He rolls off her with a satisfied groan, leaving a trail of sweat and semen between them. Garima lies there, panting heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tries to catch her breath.
She looks up at the ceiling, tears streaming down her face, as the reality of what has just happened begins to sink in. She's supposed to be a good girl, save herself for her husband. She's not supposed to lose her virginity to some random guy she barely knows. The shame and disgust she feels are overwhelming.
Birju rolls onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at her. He runs a hand through his sweaty hair, a satisfied grin on his face. "That was amazing, Garima," he says, his voice husky. "I can't believe I got to be the one to take your virginity."
Garima's stomach churns at his words. The shame and self-loathing are overwhelming. She can't believe she just had done that. How could she have given herself to him so easily? She should have fought harder, she tells herself. But then she remembers the way his touch made her feel, the way he looked at her with such desire. She closes her eyes, trying to banish the memory, but it's already etched into her mind.
Birju watches her closely, sensing her turmoil. He reaches out, gently cupping her cheek in his hand. "Hey, it's okay. You don't have to feel bad about it. We both wanted it, right?" He leans in, pressing his lips to hers, trying to soothe her with his touch.
But Garima pushes him away, her eyes filled with anguish. "No, it's not okay," she whispers, her voice shaking. "I shouldn't have done that. I'm such a slut." The self-loathing is overwhelming, and she begins to sob uncontrollably.
His thrusts become more erratic, less controlled as the sensations wash over him. He can feel his seed spilling into her, filling her up, claiming her. She tightens around him, her muscles squeezing his cock in a vice-like grip, as her own orgasm crashes over her. Her cries of pleasure mingle with his groans, and he can feel the heat of her body, the wetness of her desire as she comes apart beneath him.
Pratap watches, mesmerized, as Garima's body convulses in ecstasy. Her hands grasp at the sheets, her nails leaving bloody trails on the fabric as she tries to hold on. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest heaving up and down, and her eyes are wide with desire and shock. He can see the evidence of their lovemaking smeared across her thighs and he was glad that he had captured it on his mobile phone.
As Garima's orgasm subsides, Birju collapses on top of her, their bodies still entangled. He rolls off her with a satisfied groan, leaving a trail of sweat and semen between them. Garima lies there, panting heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tries to catch her breath.
She looks up at the ceiling, tears streaming down her face, as the reality of what has just happened begins to sink in. She's supposed to be a good girl, save herself for her husband. She's not supposed to lose her virginity to some random guy she barely knows. The shame and disgust she feels are overwhelming.
Birju rolls onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at her. He runs a hand through his sweaty hair, a satisfied grin on his face. "That was amazing, Garima," he says, his voice husky. "I can't believe I got to be the one to take your virginity."
Garima's stomach churns at his words. The shame and self-loathing are overwhelming. She can't believe she just had done that. How could she have given herself to him so easily? She should have fought harder, she tells herself. But then she remembers the way his touch made her feel, the way he looked at her with such desire. She closes her eyes, trying to banish the memory, but it's already etched into her mind.
Birju watches her closely, sensing her turmoil. He reaches out, gently cupping her cheek in his hand. "Hey, it's okay. You don't have to feel bad about it. We both wanted it, right?" He leans in, pressing his lips to hers, trying to soothe her with his touch.
But Garima pushes him away, her eyes filled with anguish. "No, it's not okay," she whispers, her voice shaking. "I shouldn't have done that. I'm such a slut." The self-loathing is overwhelming, and she begins to sob uncontrollably.
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