19-02-2025, 05:12 AM
She takes a deep breath, closing her eyes again. Her lips brush against the head of his cock, and she can feel the filth coating it. It's disgusting, but she can also feel the heat coming off of it, and the way it throbs against her mouth. She opens her mouth wide, taking as much of him as she can into her mouth. She begins to bob her head up and down, sucking on him, tasting the mixture of dirt and precum.
Pratap lets out a groan, his hips bucking wildly as he fucks her face. He grabs a handful of her hair, pulling her closer to him. "That's it, Garima. Suck it harder. Show me how much you want it." She obeys, sucking harder, her cheeks hollowing out as she takes more and more of him into her mouth. Her saliva mixes with the dirt, trying to clean him, but it's no use. It only seems to make him angrier and more aroused.
Birju watches, his heart racing. He can't believe this is really happening. Garima is sucking Pratap's cock like a pro while Pratap fucks her face. It's a twisted, perverse scene that he can't tear his eyes away from.Part of him wants to help her, to stop Pratap from hurting her. But another part of him is jealous, angry. He wonders how Garima could ever think if he would share her with Pratap. In that moment, he realizes that she must think he was blackmailed into sharing her
Pratap's hips slam into her face, his cock rubbing against the back of her throat. "That's it, Garima. Suck it deep. Show me what a good little slut you are." She moans around his cock, her words muffled by the sound of their skin slapping together. Her eyes meet Birju's briefly, pleading for understanding, for some sort of connection in this nightmare.
He looks away, unable to bear the weight of her gaze. He can feel his own arousal growing, even as he hates himself for it. He watches as Pratap's movements become more frenzied, his grip on Garima's hair painfully tight. He can see the tears streaming down her cheeks, but she doesn't seem to notice. Her focus is entirely on Pratap and his pleasure.
Garima's eyes flutter open, her vision blurred by tears. She looks up at Pratap, her lips parted in a silent plea for mercy. "Please," she whispers, her voice barely audible over their ragged breathing. "Please, I'm sorry." But Pratap doesn't seem to hear her. He only seems to care about his own release.
Her hands grab at his hips, trying to find purchase as he thrusts deeper into her mouth. Her throat feels raw and sore from the relentless abuse, but she pushes through the pain, determined to make him feel good. She knows that if she doesn't, he'll only get angrier
Pratap lets out a groan, his hips bucking wildly as he fucks her face. He grabs a handful of her hair, pulling her closer to him. "That's it, Garima. Suck it harder. Show me how much you want it." She obeys, sucking harder, her cheeks hollowing out as she takes more and more of him into her mouth. Her saliva mixes with the dirt, trying to clean him, but it's no use. It only seems to make him angrier and more aroused.
Birju watches, his heart racing. He can't believe this is really happening. Garima is sucking Pratap's cock like a pro while Pratap fucks her face. It's a twisted, perverse scene that he can't tear his eyes away from.Part of him wants to help her, to stop Pratap from hurting her. But another part of him is jealous, angry. He wonders how Garima could ever think if he would share her with Pratap. In that moment, he realizes that she must think he was blackmailed into sharing her
Pratap's hips slam into her face, his cock rubbing against the back of her throat. "That's it, Garima. Suck it deep. Show me what a good little slut you are." She moans around his cock, her words muffled by the sound of their skin slapping together. Her eyes meet Birju's briefly, pleading for understanding, for some sort of connection in this nightmare.
He looks away, unable to bear the weight of her gaze. He can feel his own arousal growing, even as he hates himself for it. He watches as Pratap's movements become more frenzied, his grip on Garima's hair painfully tight. He can see the tears streaming down her cheeks, but she doesn't seem to notice. Her focus is entirely on Pratap and his pleasure.
Garima's eyes flutter open, her vision blurred by tears. She looks up at Pratap, her lips parted in a silent plea for mercy. "Please," she whispers, her voice barely audible over their ragged breathing. "Please, I'm sorry." But Pratap doesn't seem to hear her. He only seems to care about his own release.
Her hands grab at his hips, trying to find purchase as he thrusts deeper into her mouth. Her throat feels raw and sore from the relentless abuse, but she pushes through the pain, determined to make him feel good. She knows that if she doesn't, he'll only get angrier
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