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Chapter 21: Wasim & Jamal (Act 10)
Lina’s chest heaved as she tried to steady her breathing, her eyes darting away from Wasim’s intense gaze. The thin fabric of her bra clung to her skin, damp with sweat and the heat of their shared proximity. Her mind screamed at her to stop this madness, to pull away, but her body betrayed her, shivering as Wasim’s hands slid up her sides.
“Now, let’s test the cups,” Wasim said, his voice low and deliberate, sending a shiver down Lina’s spine. Before she could react, he flipped her onto her back, her heavy breasts pressing against the delicate lace of the bra. His hands came down on them with purpose, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh through the fabric.
“No, Wasim, please...you shouldn't..” Lina protested, her voice trembling as she tried to push his hands away. But his grip was firm, unyielding, as he continued to manipulate her breasts, his fingers finding the sensitive peaks and teasing them through the bra.
“I need to make sure the material can handle this,” he murmured, his breath hot against her neck. His lips followed, brushing against the exposed skin of her cleavage before he began to suckle at one of her nipples through the fabric. The sensation was electric, a mix of shame and pleasure that made her toes curl.
“Wasim, stop!” she gasped, her hands weakly pushing at his shoulders. But he didn’t stop. Instead, he moved to the other breast, his tongue swirling around the hardened nipple through the lace. His hands continued to massage and squeeze, his touch relentless in its pursuit of her body’s responses.
“You see?” he said, pulling back slightly to admire his work. “The bra is holding up perfectly.” A smug smile played on his lips as he leaned down again, this time biting gently on the fabric-covered nipple. Lina’s hips bucked involuntarily, a moan slipping past her lips as the duality of pleasure and embarrassment coursed through her.
She squirmed beneath him, trying to regain some semblance of control, but Wasim’s hands and mouth were everywhere, leaving no part of her untouched. He continued to lavish attention on her breasts, alternating between sucking, licking, and kissing them through the fabric. The room felt suffocating, filled with the sounds of their labored breaths and the occasional whimper from Lina.
Finally, satisfied with the bra’s resilience, Wasim moved lower, his hands sliding down her sides to grip her hips. His eyes locked onto the delicate panties she wore, his gaze almost predatory. “Now for the panties,” he said, his voice thick with desire. Lina’s eyes widened in panic. “No, you can’t...”
But Wasim was already leaning down, his tongue tracing a hot path along the edge of the fabric. The sensation made her jolt, her body betraying her once again as a small gasp escaped her lips. His tongue dipped under the edge of the panties before pulling back to tease her through the thin material.
His fingers joined in, pressing against her most sensitive area through the fabric, mimicking the motions of pulling and stretching the panties. The dual stimulation was overwhelming, and Lina could feel herself growing wetter with each passing second.
“See how well they hold up?” Wasim muttered against her thigh, his breath hot against her skin. His fingers continued to rub and tease through the fabric, the friction sending waves of pleasure rippling through her body.
Lina’s hands clenched into fists as she tried to resist the inevitable, but it was no use. The sensations were too much, too intense. She could feel herself teetering on the edge, her body arching towards his touch as the climax approached.
When it hit, it was almost unbearable, a rush of heat and electricity that left her trembling from head to toe. Her panties were soaked, clinging to her skin as Wasim continued to lap at her through the fabric, tasting every drop of her arousal.
“So sweet,” he murmured, pulling back slightly to admire his handiwork. His fingers stilled for a moment before he flipped her over onto her stomach, exposing her backside to him.
“Now for the final test,” he said, his voice dripping with anticipation. His tongue pressed against the fabric covering her asshole, probing and teasing as his hands gripped her cheeks and squeezed.
Lina buried her face on the mirror, trying to muffle the sounds escaping her lips. The sensation was both foreign and electrifying, sending shivers down her spine as Wasim continued to explore her with his tongue. The fabric provided little barrier between them, and she could feel every movement of his mouth against her sensitive skin.
Her resolve was crumbling, her body responding to his touch despite her mind’s protests. The climax hit her hard this time, a wave of pleasure so intense it left her gasping for air. Her hips bucked against the wall, pressing herself against his face as she rode out the waves of ecstasy.
Wasim pulled back slightly, a satisfied smirk on his lips as he admired her writhing form. “You’re so responsive,” he said, his voice filled with admiration. His hands continued to massage her ass cheeks as he stood up behind her.
With practiced ease, he unhooked her bra and tossed it aside, leaving her upper body fully exposed. Her breasts bounced slightly as she moved, heavy and full, glistening with sweat. Wasim quickly removed his shirt and had his hard cock graze against her ass as he leaned over her.
His hands found her breasts again, cupping them as he kissed her neck tenderly. Lina could see herself in the mirror, flushed and disheveled, Wasim’s reflection looming over her like a predator ready to claim its prize.
“I cannot hold it anymore...I need to be inside of you...” he whispered into her ear, his voice thick with desire as he slid down her wet panties with ease. His cock rubbed against her ass repeatedly as he leaned forward to plant kisses along her neck and shoulders.
Lina stirred, her eyes fluttering open as she felt the tip of his cock against her entrance. She tried to wriggle away, a sense of panic washing over her. She wasn't ready for this, "Wasim, wait..." she pleaded, her voice barely a whisper. "We can't do this." She tried to squirm away, but Wasim held her firm, his grip on her hips tight as she closes her eyes.
Lina could feel herself on the brink of giving in completely to him when suddenly Jamal’s voice rang out from behind them. “The clothes are ready!” Jamal shouted at the top of his lungs.
The sudden interruption jolted Lina out of her haze. She pushed Wasim away with all her strength, scrambling off the vanity cupboard and grabbing her discarded clothing in a desperate attempt to cover herself.
Lina’s chest heaved as she tried to steady her breathing, her eyes darting away from Wasim’s intense gaze. The thin fabric of her bra clung to her skin, damp with sweat and the heat of their shared proximity. Her mind screamed at her to stop this madness, to pull away, but her body betrayed her, shivering as Wasim’s hands slid up her sides.
“Now, let’s test the cups,” Wasim said, his voice low and deliberate, sending a shiver down Lina’s spine. Before she could react, he flipped her onto her back, her heavy breasts pressing against the delicate lace of the bra. His hands came down on them with purpose, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh through the fabric.
“No, Wasim, please...you shouldn't..” Lina protested, her voice trembling as she tried to push his hands away. But his grip was firm, unyielding, as he continued to manipulate her breasts, his fingers finding the sensitive peaks and teasing them through the bra.
“I need to make sure the material can handle this,” he murmured, his breath hot against her neck. His lips followed, brushing against the exposed skin of her cleavage before he began to suckle at one of her nipples through the fabric. The sensation was electric, a mix of shame and pleasure that made her toes curl.
“Wasim, stop!” she gasped, her hands weakly pushing at his shoulders. But he didn’t stop. Instead, he moved to the other breast, his tongue swirling around the hardened nipple through the lace. His hands continued to massage and squeeze, his touch relentless in its pursuit of her body’s responses.
“You see?” he said, pulling back slightly to admire his work. “The bra is holding up perfectly.” A smug smile played on his lips as he leaned down again, this time biting gently on the fabric-covered nipple. Lina’s hips bucked involuntarily, a moan slipping past her lips as the duality of pleasure and embarrassment coursed through her.
She squirmed beneath him, trying to regain some semblance of control, but Wasim’s hands and mouth were everywhere, leaving no part of her untouched. He continued to lavish attention on her breasts, alternating between sucking, licking, and kissing them through the fabric. The room felt suffocating, filled with the sounds of their labored breaths and the occasional whimper from Lina.
Finally, satisfied with the bra’s resilience, Wasim moved lower, his hands sliding down her sides to grip her hips. His eyes locked onto the delicate panties she wore, his gaze almost predatory. “Now for the panties,” he said, his voice thick with desire. Lina’s eyes widened in panic. “No, you can’t...”
But Wasim was already leaning down, his tongue tracing a hot path along the edge of the fabric. The sensation made her jolt, her body betraying her once again as a small gasp escaped her lips. His tongue dipped under the edge of the panties before pulling back to tease her through the thin material.
His fingers joined in, pressing against her most sensitive area through the fabric, mimicking the motions of pulling and stretching the panties. The dual stimulation was overwhelming, and Lina could feel herself growing wetter with each passing second.
“See how well they hold up?” Wasim muttered against her thigh, his breath hot against her skin. His fingers continued to rub and tease through the fabric, the friction sending waves of pleasure rippling through her body.
Lina’s hands clenched into fists as she tried to resist the inevitable, but it was no use. The sensations were too much, too intense. She could feel herself teetering on the edge, her body arching towards his touch as the climax approached.
When it hit, it was almost unbearable, a rush of heat and electricity that left her trembling from head to toe. Her panties were soaked, clinging to her skin as Wasim continued to lap at her through the fabric, tasting every drop of her arousal.
“So sweet,” he murmured, pulling back slightly to admire his handiwork. His fingers stilled for a moment before he flipped her over onto her stomach, exposing her backside to him.
“Now for the final test,” he said, his voice dripping with anticipation. His tongue pressed against the fabric covering her asshole, probing and teasing as his hands gripped her cheeks and squeezed.
Lina buried her face on the mirror, trying to muffle the sounds escaping her lips. The sensation was both foreign and electrifying, sending shivers down her spine as Wasim continued to explore her with his tongue. The fabric provided little barrier between them, and she could feel every movement of his mouth against her sensitive skin.
Her resolve was crumbling, her body responding to his touch despite her mind’s protests. The climax hit her hard this time, a wave of pleasure so intense it left her gasping for air. Her hips bucked against the wall, pressing herself against his face as she rode out the waves of ecstasy.
Wasim pulled back slightly, a satisfied smirk on his lips as he admired her writhing form. “You’re so responsive,” he said, his voice filled with admiration. His hands continued to massage her ass cheeks as he stood up behind her.
With practiced ease, he unhooked her bra and tossed it aside, leaving her upper body fully exposed. Her breasts bounced slightly as she moved, heavy and full, glistening with sweat. Wasim quickly removed his shirt and had his hard cock graze against her ass as he leaned over her.
His hands found her breasts again, cupping them as he kissed her neck tenderly. Lina could see herself in the mirror, flushed and disheveled, Wasim’s reflection looming over her like a predator ready to claim its prize.
“I cannot hold it anymore...I need to be inside of you...” he whispered into her ear, his voice thick with desire as he slid down her wet panties with ease. His cock rubbed against her ass repeatedly as he leaned forward to plant kisses along her neck and shoulders.
Lina stirred, her eyes fluttering open as she felt the tip of his cock against her entrance. She tried to wriggle away, a sense of panic washing over her. She wasn't ready for this, "Wasim, wait..." she pleaded, her voice barely a whisper. "We can't do this." She tried to squirm away, but Wasim held her firm, his grip on her hips tight as she closes her eyes.
Lina could feel herself on the brink of giving in completely to him when suddenly Jamal’s voice rang out from behind them. “The clothes are ready!” Jamal shouted at the top of his lungs.
The sudden interruption jolted Lina out of her haze. She pushed Wasim away with all her strength, scrambling off the vanity cupboard and grabbing her discarded clothing in a desperate attempt to cover herself.
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