Adultery Forbidden pleasure & destroyed Souls

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Arpita, alone in her room, gave in to the storm inside her, masturbating until her body quaked with release. The orgasm cleared her head, and a steely resolve took hold—she had to confront Rupesh. This madness was a sin, a ticking bomb that could shatter her life if anyone found out. Downstairs, Yuvan grew bored of the laptop game and tugged at Rupesh, “Mama, let’s play Blindman’s Buff like yesterday!” The words yanked Rupesh back to that wild moment—Arpita’s boob in his mouth, soft and perfect, flooding his mind. Arousal hit him like a freight train, his thoughts drowning in her taste. Then—ping!—his phone buzzed. A message from Arpita, a rare shock. “We need to talk,” it read. His heart leapt, thrill overriding sense. He dumped Yuvan with their grandparents and bolted to her room.

She sat on the bed in pajamas and a loose t-shirt—modest, no skin on show, a stark shift from the saree siren. But the second he stepped in, her body betrayed her, arousal flickering deep inside. She clenched her jaw, hiding it behind a mask of calm confusion, and pointed to a chair across from her. “Sit,” she said, voice steady but eyes troubled. “What we did yesterday was wrong, Rupesh. A sin.” He nodded, half-listening, his eyes sneaking toward her chest, hunting for a glimpse of her assets beneath the fabric. That hungry stare stoked her fire—she felt it, hated it, fought it. Her words sharpened, “It can’t happen again. If anyone finds out, my life’s over!” But his gaze wouldn’t quit, and her control slipped. Fury surged—she leapt up, fists flying, pounding his chest.

Rupesh stood, grabbing her flailing arms, pulling her into a tight hug to stop the blows. Her body pressed against his, back to the wall, and she went silent, breath hitching. He dipped his head, meeting her face—lips trembling, eyes squeezed shut. Those quivering lips broke him. He kissed her, hard and desperate. She clamped her mouth shut, refusing to kiss back, but didn’t push him away. Undeterred, he peppered her lips and face with loud, wild pecks—random, relentless. Each one sent shivers racing down her spine, her mind screaming at the thrill of him kissing her with their parents just downstairs. Arousal swallowed her whole—she needed a man now.

Seeing her closed eyes and lack of resistance, Rupesh broke the hug, hands darting to her breasts, squeezing through the t-shirt. Her mind unraveled—his touch flipped a switch, her body taking over. A sharp “aaahhh” escaped her lips, and in a flash, her hands seized his head, yanking him into a kiss so fierce it was like her first. Tongues clashed, sucking greedily, their bodies fusing as hands roamed backs. His palms slid down, gripping her ass—soft, juicy, perfect—and he squeezed hard. She moaned into his mouth, and with a grunt, he hoisted her up. Her legs locked around his hips, pinning her to the wall as they humped, raw and primal, sex grinding against sex through their clothes.

The friction drove her wild—she came hard, shuddering against him, bliss flooding her senses. Her arousal vanished post-orgasm, but Rupesh, still rock-hard, kept humping, lost in his own heat. She jerked her head back, breaking the kiss, chest heaving as reality crept back in. He slowed, still pressed against her, their ragged breaths filling the silence.

Arpita slid her legs down, feet hitting the floor, eyes glued to the tiles—too ashamed, too rattled to meet Rupesh’s gaze. But he wasn’t done. His hands shot forward, latching onto her breasts again, squeezing with a hunger that wouldn’t quit. She pushed at him, weak and half-hearted, but he swatted her hands away, gripping her boobs harder, his testosterone roaring like a beast unleashed. “I want you,” he growled, voice thick with lust, eyes boring into hers—wild, ravenous. “I adore you, Arpita. I need you. I want to suck your breasts. I want to fuck you till the day I die.” His words, his stare, lit her up again—agitation and arousal twisting into a dangerous knot inside her.

With a yank, he dragged her to the bed by her breasts, pulling her down with him. She gasped at the sudden move, startled but not resisting, her body betraying her mind. They crashed together, lips locking, kissing like they were starved—tongues tangling, sucking hard. His hands slipped under her t-shirt, roaming her bare hips, her back, fingers digging into her skin. She burned under his touch, lost in it. He tugged at her t-shirt, rolling it up past her black bra, but their tangled weight pinned it there, half-on, half-off. Spotting the bare flesh spilling over the bra, he dove in—kissing, biting, devouring the exposed curve of her breasts. Each nip jolted her awake, her hands flying to his hair, gripping tight as arousal surged.

His hands found her breasts again, cupping them over the bra, then yanking the right cup up to free her nipple. It sprang out, hard and begging, and he latched on—mouth closing over it, sucking like a man possessed. A million-volt shock ripped through her, brain and body electrified, trembling under him. He devoured her right breast like a horny kid with a toy, mashing it, making it soft and pliable in his mouth. Those firm, non-sagging boobs quivered, her nipple swelling half an inch under his relentless sucking, her excitement spiking to a fever pitch.