23-02-2025, 01:27 AM
Birju watched, his heart racing, his own arousal growing by the second. He wanted to join in, to make her suck his cock and feel the weight of his release. But he knew that if he did, it would be seen as being together. And that would only make things worse for Garima. So he remained silent, his fists clenched tightly at his sides.
Pratap's hips buck wildly, his cock pulsing inside Garima's mouth. He lets out a hoarse cry of release, filling her mouth with his seed. For a moment, she feels like she's drowning in it, the thick, salty liquid coating her tongue and filling her throat. But then Pratap pulls away, stepping back to admire his handiwork.
Garima lies there, chest heaving, tears streaming down her face. She tastes Pratap's cum in her mouth, the bitter tang mixing with the salt of her tears. She feels dirty and used, like there's no part of her that hasn't been violated tonight.
Her eyes dart to Birju, hoping for some sign of understanding or compassion, but he looks away, his face flushed with arousal.The hut falls silent except for their ragged breathing. Garima can feel Pratap's seed sliding down her throat, coating her insides with his disgusting taste. She swallows convulsively, trying to get rid of the feeling of his cum in her mouth. Her eyes close as she tastes the bitter residue, the tang of his release making her want to retch.
She wants nothing more than to wipe the taste away, to scrub her mouth clean until it's gone. But she knows that's not an option. She has to endure this humiliation and hope that somehow she can make it through the night.
Pratap's grip on her hair tightens, his fingers digging into her scalp. "Drink it all," he growls. Garima's eyes widen in fear as she forces herself to swallow another mouthful of his thick, salty seed. It coats her tongue and burns its way down her throat, making her gag reflex twitch wildly. She tries to breathe through her nose, but the smell of his cum is overwhelming.
Her stomach churns with revulsion as she continues to swallow, each gulp more difficult than the last. She can feel Pratap's satisfaction growing with each swallow, his grip on her hair loosening slightly.
With a final, agonizing gulp, she forces down the last of his disgusting seed. She lies there, panting heavily, her body feeling numb and violated. Her eyes flutter closed, trying to shut out the memory of what just happened. But she knows it's useless. The images will be burned into her mind for as long as she lives.
She hears Pratap chuckle darkly, his voice a low growl in the darkness. "Good girl," he says, and she wants to retch at the condescension in his tone. .
He climbs off her, standing tall over her body, his broad chest heaving with exertion. Garima's eyes dart wildly around the hut, searching for any sign of an escape. But there is nothing - only the four walls that seem to close in on her, trapping her in this nightmare.
Pratap turns away from her, walking over to the small table in the corner. On it sits a dirty glass and a flask of some homemade liquor. He pours himself a drink, downing it in one gulp. The fiery liquid burns its way down his throat, but he doesn't even wince. Instead, he reaches for the flask again, pouring himself another drink.
Garima watches him warily from where she lies on the bed. She tries to push herself up onto her elbows, wincing as the pain in her shoulders flares anew. She feels sticky and unclean, as if Pratap's seed has left a permanent mark on her skin. Her eyes dart around the hut, taking in the familiar details that now seem strange and foreign.
Pratap drains the flask, then sets it down with a clatter. He turns back to her, his expression dark and predatory. "Now, Garima," he says, his voice low and menacing. "It's time for the real fun to begin."
Garima feels a cold chill run down her spine as he moves back towards the bed, his erection still standing tall. "No, please," she begs, her voice shaking. "I only agreed to suck your cock. I don't want to do anything else."
Pratap laughs, a cruel sound that echoes through the hut. "You think you can just stop after a blowjob?" He shakes his head, the smile never leaving his lips. "That's not how this works. You're mine now, Garima. You're going to do everything I say."
Garima feels a fresh wave of panic wash over her. She tries to scramble away from him, but her legs are tangled in the dirty sheets, trapping her in place. "Please, no," she cries, her voice desperate and pleading. "I don't want to do this. I'm not a whore."
Birju's eyes meet hers, filled with a mix of lust and pity. He knows that Pratap won't be satisfied until he's had his way with her completely. He steps forward, his own erection subsiding slightly at the sight of Garima's distress. "Pratap, maybe we should-"
But Pratap cuts him off with a sharp look. "You don't get a say in this. You're just a bystander now, remember?" His eyes flick to Garima, and she can see the hunger in them. "Now, Garima, you're going to spread those legs for me, aren't you?"
Her heart races as she realizes that Pratap isn't going to be satisfied with just her mouth. She shakes her head, her voice trembling. "No, please, I-"
But Pratap isn't listening. He grabs her by the ankles and yanks her down to the end of the bed, her body sliding against the rough fabric. She tries to kick him, but he's too strong. He slaps her thighs, hard, and she gasps in pain. "Spread 'em," he says, his voice low and demanding.
Her hands fly to her pussy, trying to protect herself, but he's too quick. He pries her fingers away, one by one, and then he uses his own hand to spread her open. "Look at that," he says, his voice filled with malicious glee. "You're so wet, Garima. Your cunt wants it even if your mouth says no."
Birju's eyes are glued to the scene, his cock now fully erect again. He can't believe what he's seeing, what he's a part of. He feels a mix of horror and arousal, his mind reeling as Pratap positions himself between her legs. Garima's eyes are squeezed shut, her teeth gritted, her body tense.
Pratap leans in, his breath hot against her face. "You know you want it, Garima," he whispers, his voice a dark caress. He presses his mouth to hers, his tongue pushing its way into her mouth. She's reluctant at first, trying to keep her lips tightly sealed, but he's insistent, his mouth moving over hers, demanding a response.
Her body betrays her, her lips parting slightly to let him in. He tastes like the liquor he's been drinking, but there's something else there too - something dark and primal that makes her stomach tighten with unwanted arousal. She tries to pull away, but he's too strong, his hands holding her in place as he ravages her mouth.
Pratap's hands roam over her body, his fingers finding her breasts and squeezing them roughly. He pinches her nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger until she gasps in pain. Despite herself, she feels her body responding, her pussy growing wetter with each twist of his fingers.
Birju's cock is throbbing again, watching his friend treat Garima like a piece of meat. He tries to look away, to ignore the sick feeling in his stomach, but he can't. He's trapped in this moment, forced to witness her degradation and his own complicity.
Pratap breaks the kiss, his eyes glinting with triumph as he sees her body's response. He runs his hand down her body, his fingers slipping through her wetness. "Look how ready you are for me," he sneers, pushing his fingers into her without any gentleness. Garima bites back a whimper, her eyes still squeezed shut.
"Don't pretend you don't like it," he says, his voice thick with lust. "You're just a dirty little slut who needs a good fuck." He lines up his cock with her entrance, and without waiting for a response, he shoves himself inside her.
Garima cries out, her body arching off the bed as he stretches her open. Pratap laughs, the sound echoing through the small hut. "That's right, scream for me. Scream like the whore you are." He starts to move, pumping in and out of her with brutal force.
Her nails dig into the bed sheets, her body trembling with pain and humiliation. She tries to push him away, her hands flailing against his chest. But Pratap is too strong, his weight pinning her down. Each thrust feels like it's ripping her apart, the pain mixing with the anger and fear coursing through her veins.
"Ple-please," she stammers, her voice hoarse from crying and sucking him off. But her pleas fall on deaf ears. Pratap is lost in his own lust, his eyes glazed over as he fucks her with an animalistic fervor. Birju can't tear his eyes away, his own cock throbbing as he watches the scene unfold.
"Look at you, Garima," Pratap sneers, his voice dripping with disdain. "You're loving it, aren't you?" He slaps her across the face, and she gasps, her eyes flying open. "You're nothing but a whore, just like all the other city girls."
Her moans grow louder, despite her efforts to keep them contained. Each slap and insult only seems to make her wetter, and Pratap takes full advantage of it. He pumps into her harder, his cock hitting her cervix with a sickening thud that makes her eyes water. She tries to push him away, but her hands are weak, and he's too strong.
"Look at you, begging for it," Pratap says, his voice thick with sarcasm. "You're just a dirty slut, aren't you? You love being fucked by a real man." His words cut deeper than any knife, each one slicing into her soul and making her feel more and more worthless.
Garima tries to fight back the tears, to maintain some semblance of dignity. But it's no use. With every thrust, she feels herself being broken down further, her resistance crumbling like sand in the wind. She can't escape the truth of his words, even though she knows they're meant to dehumanize her.
Her body feels like it's on fire, her pussy stretched to the point of pain. But amidst the agony, there's something else - a spark of pleasure that she hates herself for feeling. It's wrong, she knows it is, but it's there, growing with each brutal push into her.
Pratap's thrusts become more deliberate, his eyes never leaving hers as he continues to whisper degrading comments in her ear. "You're going to take it all, aren't you, Garima?" He asks, his voice a mix of anger and excitement. "You're going to let me fill you up with my cum and you're going to love it."
Her eyes widen with horror, but she can feel her body responding despite her mind's protest. Her pussy clenches around him, trying to push him out, but it only seems to make him harder, more insistent. He groans, his strokes deepening. "Look at you, Garima. You're enjoying it. You're a fucking whore, aren't you?"
The words sting, but she can't deny the traitorous pleasure that's building inside her. She tries to shut it out, to focus on anything else, but his cock is a constant presence, a living thing invading her most intimate space. Her breath comes in gasps as she tries to keep up with his pace, her body moving instinctively to meet each of his thrusts.
Pratap's eyes bore into hers, reading every little reaction she has. He sees the way her eyes widen in shock and the way her mouth forms a silent 'no' that turns into a moan. He revels in her struggle, the way she tries to resist the pleasure that's being forced upon her. He knows he's breaking her down, making her feel like it's her own fault she's here, taking his cock like a slut.
"You like it, don't you, Garima?" He whispers in her ear, his breath hot and sticky. "You like being used like this." His hand reaches up to pinch her nipple hard, twisting it until she gasps. She tries to shake her head, but her body arches into the pain, betraying her.
Pratap's eyes gleam with satisfaction. He knows he's breaking her down. "Look at how your cunt is begging for more," he says, his voice a low growl. "You're loving every second of it, aren't you?" He thrusts deeper, the sound of their flesh slapping together filling the room.
Garima's eyes squeeze shut again, but she can't escape the truth. Her body is responding to him, despite the fear and the pain. She feels a traitorous wave of pleasure building inside her, making her pussy clench around his cock. She tries to fight it, but it's too strong.
Pratap's grin widens as he feels her tighten around him. He knows he's got her now. "You're going to come for me, aren't you?" He asks, his voice a dark promise. "You're going to show everyone what a slut you really are." He slaps her again, harder this time, and she bites her lip to keep from screaming.
Her orgasm hits her like a tidal wave, crashing over her without warning. Her body shakes and convulses beneath him, her pussy clamping down on his cock. He groans, feeling his own release building. "That's it," he whispers, his voice guttural. "Come for me, Garima. Show me how much you love being fucked."
The pleasure is intense, almost painful, and she can't help but let out a keening cry. It's as if her body is betraying her, giving in to the sick game Pratap is playing. Birju watches, his own hand wrapped around his cock, stroking himself in time with Pratap's thrusts. He can't believe he's a part of this, can't believe he's getting off on watching Garima be used like this.
Garima's mind is a whirl of emotions - anger, fear, and a deep, burning shame. She hates Pratap for making her feel this way, for reducing her to this. But she also hates herself for the way her body responds to him, for the way she can't help but come even as she's being degraded.
Birju's hand moves faster on his cock, his eyes never leaving the sight of Pratap fucking Garima. He tells himself it's just to keep his cover, that he's just watching to make sure she's okay. But deep down, he knows it's more than that. He's turned on by the sight of her, by the sounds she makes.
Pratap's rhythm becomes erratic, his breathing harsh. He's close to coming, and Garima can feel it. She tries to push him away, but he holds her down, grinding into her with a final, brutal thrust. He cums with a roar, filling her with his hot, thick seed.
Garima's body goes limp beneath him, her muscles exhausted from the struggle and the intensity of her own orgasm. Pratap pulls out, his cock glistening with her juices. He stands up, admiring his handiwork, and she can see the satisfaction in his eyes.
"Look what you've done," he says, his voice filled with disgust. "You're a dirty slut, aren't you?" Garima can't bring herself to look at him. She feels so violated, so used, that she can barely breathe.
Her body feels like it's been through a meat grinder, every inch of her skin bruised and tender from his rough treatment. She lies there, her limbs splayed out, her pussy throbbing with a mix of pain and pleasure. She can feel his cum leaking out of her, soaking the bed beneath her.
The room is silent except for their heavy breathing. Garima's chest heaves with the effort of trying to regain her breath. Her eyes are squeezed shut, as if by not seeing she can somehow escape the reality of what's happened. But she can't. The memory of his cock inside her, the sound of their bodies slapping together, it's all too real.
Her eyes fly open when she feels a shift in the air beside her. She turns to see Birju, his hand moving rhythmically up and down his hard cock. The sight of him like this, watching and participating in her degradation, sends a fresh wave of horror crashing over her. "Birju?" She screams, her voice shaking.
Pratap's hips buck wildly, his cock pulsing inside Garima's mouth. He lets out a hoarse cry of release, filling her mouth with his seed. For a moment, she feels like she's drowning in it, the thick, salty liquid coating her tongue and filling her throat. But then Pratap pulls away, stepping back to admire his handiwork.
Garima lies there, chest heaving, tears streaming down her face. She tastes Pratap's cum in her mouth, the bitter tang mixing with the salt of her tears. She feels dirty and used, like there's no part of her that hasn't been violated tonight.
Her eyes dart to Birju, hoping for some sign of understanding or compassion, but he looks away, his face flushed with arousal.The hut falls silent except for their ragged breathing. Garima can feel Pratap's seed sliding down her throat, coating her insides with his disgusting taste. She swallows convulsively, trying to get rid of the feeling of his cum in her mouth. Her eyes close as she tastes the bitter residue, the tang of his release making her want to retch.
She wants nothing more than to wipe the taste away, to scrub her mouth clean until it's gone. But she knows that's not an option. She has to endure this humiliation and hope that somehow she can make it through the night.
Pratap's grip on her hair tightens, his fingers digging into her scalp. "Drink it all," he growls. Garima's eyes widen in fear as she forces herself to swallow another mouthful of his thick, salty seed. It coats her tongue and burns its way down her throat, making her gag reflex twitch wildly. She tries to breathe through her nose, but the smell of his cum is overwhelming.
Her stomach churns with revulsion as she continues to swallow, each gulp more difficult than the last. She can feel Pratap's satisfaction growing with each swallow, his grip on her hair loosening slightly.
With a final, agonizing gulp, she forces down the last of his disgusting seed. She lies there, panting heavily, her body feeling numb and violated. Her eyes flutter closed, trying to shut out the memory of what just happened. But she knows it's useless. The images will be burned into her mind for as long as she lives.
She hears Pratap chuckle darkly, his voice a low growl in the darkness. "Good girl," he says, and she wants to retch at the condescension in his tone. .
He climbs off her, standing tall over her body, his broad chest heaving with exertion. Garima's eyes dart wildly around the hut, searching for any sign of an escape. But there is nothing - only the four walls that seem to close in on her, trapping her in this nightmare.
Pratap turns away from her, walking over to the small table in the corner. On it sits a dirty glass and a flask of some homemade liquor. He pours himself a drink, downing it in one gulp. The fiery liquid burns its way down his throat, but he doesn't even wince. Instead, he reaches for the flask again, pouring himself another drink.
Garima watches him warily from where she lies on the bed. She tries to push herself up onto her elbows, wincing as the pain in her shoulders flares anew. She feels sticky and unclean, as if Pratap's seed has left a permanent mark on her skin. Her eyes dart around the hut, taking in the familiar details that now seem strange and foreign.
Pratap drains the flask, then sets it down with a clatter. He turns back to her, his expression dark and predatory. "Now, Garima," he says, his voice low and menacing. "It's time for the real fun to begin."
Garima feels a cold chill run down her spine as he moves back towards the bed, his erection still standing tall. "No, please," she begs, her voice shaking. "I only agreed to suck your cock. I don't want to do anything else."
Pratap laughs, a cruel sound that echoes through the hut. "You think you can just stop after a blowjob?" He shakes his head, the smile never leaving his lips. "That's not how this works. You're mine now, Garima. You're going to do everything I say."
Garima feels a fresh wave of panic wash over her. She tries to scramble away from him, but her legs are tangled in the dirty sheets, trapping her in place. "Please, no," she cries, her voice desperate and pleading. "I don't want to do this. I'm not a whore."
Birju's eyes meet hers, filled with a mix of lust and pity. He knows that Pratap won't be satisfied until he's had his way with her completely. He steps forward, his own erection subsiding slightly at the sight of Garima's distress. "Pratap, maybe we should-"
But Pratap cuts him off with a sharp look. "You don't get a say in this. You're just a bystander now, remember?" His eyes flick to Garima, and she can see the hunger in them. "Now, Garima, you're going to spread those legs for me, aren't you?"
Her heart races as she realizes that Pratap isn't going to be satisfied with just her mouth. She shakes her head, her voice trembling. "No, please, I-"
But Pratap isn't listening. He grabs her by the ankles and yanks her down to the end of the bed, her body sliding against the rough fabric. She tries to kick him, but he's too strong. He slaps her thighs, hard, and she gasps in pain. "Spread 'em," he says, his voice low and demanding.
Her hands fly to her pussy, trying to protect herself, but he's too quick. He pries her fingers away, one by one, and then he uses his own hand to spread her open. "Look at that," he says, his voice filled with malicious glee. "You're so wet, Garima. Your cunt wants it even if your mouth says no."
Birju's eyes are glued to the scene, his cock now fully erect again. He can't believe what he's seeing, what he's a part of. He feels a mix of horror and arousal, his mind reeling as Pratap positions himself between her legs. Garima's eyes are squeezed shut, her teeth gritted, her body tense.
Pratap leans in, his breath hot against her face. "You know you want it, Garima," he whispers, his voice a dark caress. He presses his mouth to hers, his tongue pushing its way into her mouth. She's reluctant at first, trying to keep her lips tightly sealed, but he's insistent, his mouth moving over hers, demanding a response.
Her body betrays her, her lips parting slightly to let him in. He tastes like the liquor he's been drinking, but there's something else there too - something dark and primal that makes her stomach tighten with unwanted arousal. She tries to pull away, but he's too strong, his hands holding her in place as he ravages her mouth.
Pratap's hands roam over her body, his fingers finding her breasts and squeezing them roughly. He pinches her nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger until she gasps in pain. Despite herself, she feels her body responding, her pussy growing wetter with each twist of his fingers.
Birju's cock is throbbing again, watching his friend treat Garima like a piece of meat. He tries to look away, to ignore the sick feeling in his stomach, but he can't. He's trapped in this moment, forced to witness her degradation and his own complicity.
Pratap breaks the kiss, his eyes glinting with triumph as he sees her body's response. He runs his hand down her body, his fingers slipping through her wetness. "Look how ready you are for me," he sneers, pushing his fingers into her without any gentleness. Garima bites back a whimper, her eyes still squeezed shut.
"Don't pretend you don't like it," he says, his voice thick with lust. "You're just a dirty little slut who needs a good fuck." He lines up his cock with her entrance, and without waiting for a response, he shoves himself inside her.
Garima cries out, her body arching off the bed as he stretches her open. Pratap laughs, the sound echoing through the small hut. "That's right, scream for me. Scream like the whore you are." He starts to move, pumping in and out of her with brutal force.
Her nails dig into the bed sheets, her body trembling with pain and humiliation. She tries to push him away, her hands flailing against his chest. But Pratap is too strong, his weight pinning her down. Each thrust feels like it's ripping her apart, the pain mixing with the anger and fear coursing through her veins.
"Ple-please," she stammers, her voice hoarse from crying and sucking him off. But her pleas fall on deaf ears. Pratap is lost in his own lust, his eyes glazed over as he fucks her with an animalistic fervor. Birju can't tear his eyes away, his own cock throbbing as he watches the scene unfold.
"Look at you, Garima," Pratap sneers, his voice dripping with disdain. "You're loving it, aren't you?" He slaps her across the face, and she gasps, her eyes flying open. "You're nothing but a whore, just like all the other city girls."
Her moans grow louder, despite her efforts to keep them contained. Each slap and insult only seems to make her wetter, and Pratap takes full advantage of it. He pumps into her harder, his cock hitting her cervix with a sickening thud that makes her eyes water. She tries to push him away, but her hands are weak, and he's too strong.
"Look at you, begging for it," Pratap says, his voice thick with sarcasm. "You're just a dirty slut, aren't you? You love being fucked by a real man." His words cut deeper than any knife, each one slicing into her soul and making her feel more and more worthless.
Garima tries to fight back the tears, to maintain some semblance of dignity. But it's no use. With every thrust, she feels herself being broken down further, her resistance crumbling like sand in the wind. She can't escape the truth of his words, even though she knows they're meant to dehumanize her.
Her body feels like it's on fire, her pussy stretched to the point of pain. But amidst the agony, there's something else - a spark of pleasure that she hates herself for feeling. It's wrong, she knows it is, but it's there, growing with each brutal push into her.
Pratap's thrusts become more deliberate, his eyes never leaving hers as he continues to whisper degrading comments in her ear. "You're going to take it all, aren't you, Garima?" He asks, his voice a mix of anger and excitement. "You're going to let me fill you up with my cum and you're going to love it."
Her eyes widen with horror, but she can feel her body responding despite her mind's protest. Her pussy clenches around him, trying to push him out, but it only seems to make him harder, more insistent. He groans, his strokes deepening. "Look at you, Garima. You're enjoying it. You're a fucking whore, aren't you?"
The words sting, but she can't deny the traitorous pleasure that's building inside her. She tries to shut it out, to focus on anything else, but his cock is a constant presence, a living thing invading her most intimate space. Her breath comes in gasps as she tries to keep up with his pace, her body moving instinctively to meet each of his thrusts.
Pratap's eyes bore into hers, reading every little reaction she has. He sees the way her eyes widen in shock and the way her mouth forms a silent 'no' that turns into a moan. He revels in her struggle, the way she tries to resist the pleasure that's being forced upon her. He knows he's breaking her down, making her feel like it's her own fault she's here, taking his cock like a slut.
"You like it, don't you, Garima?" He whispers in her ear, his breath hot and sticky. "You like being used like this." His hand reaches up to pinch her nipple hard, twisting it until she gasps. She tries to shake her head, but her body arches into the pain, betraying her.
Pratap's eyes gleam with satisfaction. He knows he's breaking her down. "Look at how your cunt is begging for more," he says, his voice a low growl. "You're loving every second of it, aren't you?" He thrusts deeper, the sound of their flesh slapping together filling the room.
Garima's eyes squeeze shut again, but she can't escape the truth. Her body is responding to him, despite the fear and the pain. She feels a traitorous wave of pleasure building inside her, making her pussy clench around his cock. She tries to fight it, but it's too strong.
Pratap's grin widens as he feels her tighten around him. He knows he's got her now. "You're going to come for me, aren't you?" He asks, his voice a dark promise. "You're going to show everyone what a slut you really are." He slaps her again, harder this time, and she bites her lip to keep from screaming.
Her orgasm hits her like a tidal wave, crashing over her without warning. Her body shakes and convulses beneath him, her pussy clamping down on his cock. He groans, feeling his own release building. "That's it," he whispers, his voice guttural. "Come for me, Garima. Show me how much you love being fucked."
The pleasure is intense, almost painful, and she can't help but let out a keening cry. It's as if her body is betraying her, giving in to the sick game Pratap is playing. Birju watches, his own hand wrapped around his cock, stroking himself in time with Pratap's thrusts. He can't believe he's a part of this, can't believe he's getting off on watching Garima be used like this.
Garima's mind is a whirl of emotions - anger, fear, and a deep, burning shame. She hates Pratap for making her feel this way, for reducing her to this. But she also hates herself for the way her body responds to him, for the way she can't help but come even as she's being degraded.
Birju's hand moves faster on his cock, his eyes never leaving the sight of Pratap fucking Garima. He tells himself it's just to keep his cover, that he's just watching to make sure she's okay. But deep down, he knows it's more than that. He's turned on by the sight of her, by the sounds she makes.
Pratap's rhythm becomes erratic, his breathing harsh. He's close to coming, and Garima can feel it. She tries to push him away, but he holds her down, grinding into her with a final, brutal thrust. He cums with a roar, filling her with his hot, thick seed.
Garima's body goes limp beneath him, her muscles exhausted from the struggle and the intensity of her own orgasm. Pratap pulls out, his cock glistening with her juices. He stands up, admiring his handiwork, and she can see the satisfaction in his eyes.
"Look what you've done," he says, his voice filled with disgust. "You're a dirty slut, aren't you?" Garima can't bring herself to look at him. She feels so violated, so used, that she can barely breathe.
Her body feels like it's been through a meat grinder, every inch of her skin bruised and tender from his rough treatment. She lies there, her limbs splayed out, her pussy throbbing with a mix of pain and pleasure. She can feel his cum leaking out of her, soaking the bed beneath her.
The room is silent except for their heavy breathing. Garima's chest heaves with the effort of trying to regain her breath. Her eyes are squeezed shut, as if by not seeing she can somehow escape the reality of what's happened. But she can't. The memory of his cock inside her, the sound of their bodies slapping together, it's all too real.
Her eyes fly open when she feels a shift in the air beside her. She turns to see Birju, his hand moving rhythmically up and down his hard cock. The sight of him like this, watching and participating in her degradation, sends a fresh wave of horror crashing over her. "Birju?" She screams, her voice shaking.
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