09-06-2025, 10:09 PM
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Chapter 1: Anil (Act 4)
As the clock ticked away the final ten minutes of their session, Lina knew she had to act fast. She couldn't let Anil have his way with her, not when she had a husband waiting for her at home. She looked down at Anil's throbbing manhood, slick with her saliva, and an idea sparked in her mind.
She positioned herself over him, her ample breasts enveloping his shaft. She began to move, her breasts sliding up and down his length, the friction sending waves of pleasure through both of them. Anil groaned, his hands reaching out to cup her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples.
Lina alternated between this titillating titjob and taking him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around his tip, her lips creating a vacuum that made him see stars. She could feel him tense under her, his body a coiled spring ready to release. She knew she had to keep this up, had to make him come before he could take her.
Anil, for his part, was enjoying every moment of this. He had never been with a woman like Lina, a woman who could give as good as she got. He could feel his climax building, his balls tightening, but he held on, wanting to savor this moment a little longer.
But Lina was relentless. She continued her onslaught, her breasts bouncing with every movement, her mouth taking him in deeper each time. Anil could feel himself losing control, his body betraying him. He tried to push her away, tried to enter her, but she wriggled out of his grasp, her breasts returning to their task.
Finally, Anil could hold on no longer. With a guttural groan, he exploded, his cum painting Lina's breasts and face. Lina breathed a sigh of relief, her plan having worked. She had managed to avoid being taken by Anil, but at what cost? She had no idea how she was going to explain the bruises on her body to her husband.
As Anil lay there, spent and satisfied, he couldn't help but admire Lina's tenacity. She had given him the ride of his life, and he knew he would be back for more. And Lina, despite the situation she found herself in, couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She had managed to outwit Anil, and that was no small feat.
As they both got dressed, their bodies still humming with the aftermath of their encounter, they knew this was not the end.
As the clock ticked away the final ten minutes of their session, Lina knew she had to act fast. She couldn't let Anil have his way with her, not when she had a husband waiting for her at home. She looked down at Anil's throbbing manhood, slick with her saliva, and an idea sparked in her mind.
She positioned herself over him, her ample breasts enveloping his shaft. She began to move, her breasts sliding up and down his length, the friction sending waves of pleasure through both of them. Anil groaned, his hands reaching out to cup her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples.
Lina alternated between this titillating titjob and taking him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around his tip, her lips creating a vacuum that made him see stars. She could feel him tense under her, his body a coiled spring ready to release. She knew she had to keep this up, had to make him come before he could take her.
Anil, for his part, was enjoying every moment of this. He had never been with a woman like Lina, a woman who could give as good as she got. He could feel his climax building, his balls tightening, but he held on, wanting to savor this moment a little longer.
But Lina was relentless. She continued her onslaught, her breasts bouncing with every movement, her mouth taking him in deeper each time. Anil could feel himself losing control, his body betraying him. He tried to push her away, tried to enter her, but she wriggled out of his grasp, her breasts returning to their task.
Finally, Anil could hold on no longer. With a guttural groan, he exploded, his cum painting Lina's breasts and face. Lina breathed a sigh of relief, her plan having worked. She had managed to avoid being taken by Anil, but at what cost? She had no idea how she was going to explain the bruises on her body to her husband.
As Anil lay there, spent and satisfied, he couldn't help but admire Lina's tenacity. She had given him the ride of his life, and he knew he would be back for more. And Lina, despite the situation she found herself in, couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She had managed to outwit Anil, and that was no small feat.
As they both got dressed, their bodies still humming with the aftermath of their encounter, they knew this was not the end.
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