Adultery Forbidden pleasure & destroyed Souls

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Rupesh devoured her right breast, sucking it like a ripe mango, taking as much as his mouth could handle until it ached under his relentless assault. When Arpita shoved his head away from the tender flesh, he zeroed in on her left boob with the same feral hunger, sucking and tugging with wild abandon. Her hands shot to his hair again, yanking hard, but he barely noticed—his right hand had already slipped into her pajama pants, tracing the edge of her panty. He plunged inside, fingers brushing her swollen lips, sending a fresh shockwave crashing through her. Her pussy responded instantly, flooding with precum, slick and ready. Noticing her hand weakly tugging at his, he ignored it, sliding his middle finger into her hot, pulsing core. A low, guttural shriek tore from her throat—muffled only when he slammed his mouth over hers, swallowing the sound with a fierce kiss.

Her hands clung to his arms, no fight left to pull him away. She thrust her tongue into his mouth, chasing his, then teasingly withdrew, forcing him to follow. When he did, she latched on, sucking his tongue like a melting popsicle. His finger worked her G-spot, relentless, driving her into a trance—she didn’t know where she was anymore, lost in a haze of pleasure. His left hand yanked her pajamas and panty down to her knees, then tugged his own shorts and underwear off. Freeing his throbbing shaft, he pulled his finger out and rested it against her dripping pussy. Her eyes snapped open—shock and fear flashing across her face as she jerked back, breaking the tongue-sucking dance.

He gripped his shaft, rubbing it vertically along her lips, slow and deliberate. Her pussy quivered under his touch, and she squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head no—but he didn’t stop, occasionally flicking her clit with the tip. A bolt of electricity surged through her brain, her mouth gaping in a silent “O” as her back arched off the bed, hips lifting. Seizing the moment, his left hand unhooked her bra, shoving it up to bare her breasts. He lunged, mouth clamping onto her right breast, biting and sucking the firm muscle like a starved animal. Her mind screamed to stop him, but her body was a traitor—overwhelmed by the multi-front assault of pleasure, she yanked his hair harder, caught in the storm.

Her reaction—wild, uncontrolled—egged him on. He ripped her pajamas and panty off completely, tossing them aside. She lost it—sanity shredded—especially when he stopped the vertical tease and started jabbing her hole with his tip. His mouth ravaged her breasts, insatiable, while her empty pussy throbbed, desperate to be filled. Then, shocking him, she let go of his hair, grabbed his face, and pulled him into a kiss so fierce it burned. Mid-kiss, she batted his hand off his shaft, her right hand guiding him between her legs. With her left, she gripped his ass, kneading the muscle, then rubbed his tip against her hole—her signal clear. She motioned him in, and Rupesh didn’t hesitate—thrusting his shaft deep inside her in one swift move. They broke the kiss, eyes locking, faces contorted in raw, erotic bliss as the sensation consumed them both.

Their lips crashed together again, a fierce, passionate kiss as Rupesh kept his shaft buried deep inside her, hands kneading her breasts with relentless hunger. Arpita, confused by his stillness, started rocking her hips beneath him, fucking his shaft from below with desperate little thrusts. Snapping out of his daze, he locked eyes with her—her face flushed, wild—and began pounding her pussy with pure, unrestrained joy. He knew this was a one-shot deal, a forbidden rush he’d never get again, and he was damn well going to make it count. She shut her eyes, savoring every stroke, her hands roaming his ass, gripping the taut muscle as he moved. He mixed it up—slow, deliberate thrusts melting into quick, sharp jabs—fucking her in a way that felt worlds apart from the stiff, routine sex she had with her husband.

Whenever their gazes met, they kissed—hot, sloppy, urgent—and he rasped, “Give me your tongue,” sucking it like a popsicle when she did. His strength, his passion, blew her mind—Rupesh, her own brother, claiming her body like this while their parents chatted downstairs. The secrecy, the taboo of it all, thrilled her more than the raw pleasure itself, though that was plenty mind-blowing. They kept it quiet, stifling moans, the bed barely creaking as he fucked her for a solid seven minutes. Then it hit—he came hard inside her, lips smashing against hers, hands squeezing her boobs as his release flooded her. Feeling his cum coat her walls, she tipped over the edge again, cumming with him, both gasping for air like they’d run a marathon.

For Rupesh, his first time left him giddy, buzzing with triumph. He stayed on top of her, savoring the softness of her body pressed beneath him. But then—faint laughter from downstairs. Yuvan playing with their parents. Reality crashed into Arpita like a tidal wave. She’d just fucked Rupesh—Rupesh—and the weight of it terrified her. The consequences loomed, dark and suffocating. She shoved at him, but he pushed back, pinning her with his weight, shaft still inside, kissing her again. She didn’t kiss back—frozen, unsure, lost. Jerking her face away, she hissed, “Get off, get dressed, go!” and rolled over, yanking her clothes on with trembling hands. He dressed too, but not before stepping up behind her, wrapping her in a back hug, kissing her neck, and giving her breasts one last possessive squeeze. Startled, she tried to push him off silently, but he caught her right ear in his mouth, sucking it hard. Post-two orgasms, her arousal was gone—only guilt remained. With a surge of strength, she shoved him off, sobbing in a harsh whisper, “I’m your sister, you asshole! What did you make me do?” She forced him out, tears streaming.

Rupesh stumbled from the room, stunned by her outburst, her tears cutting deeper than he’d expected. He left without a fight, reeling from the clash of ecstasy and shame.