18-08-2025, 09:51 PM
Part 8
The morning light pierced through my tattered curtains, but my mind was trapped in the feverish haze of last night. Rita’s dusky, naked body writhed beneath me, her soft cock grinding against my lips, the musky, salty tang of her cum flooding my mouth, clinging to my tongue like a forbidden secret. The memory sent a shudder of revulsion through me, yet my cock twitched, betraying me with a dark, pulsing thrill. Then came the beggar woman—her torn sari slipping to reveal the deep, sweat-slicked cleavage of her heavy, jiggling breasts, the scarred expanse of her thick belly glistening under the dim light, her round, swaying ass begging to be claimed. It had set my blood on fire, but a gnawing fear followed. What if she ran to the security officer? My heart pounded with dread, and I vowed never to return to that sinful alley, that cesspool of depravity.
I threw myself back into the monotony of my life—mornings buried in office files, enduring my boss’s grating voice, forcing laughs with colleagues over stale coffee. At night, I’d retreat to my flat, peel off my lungi, and surrender to the glowing screen of my laptop. Pornhub, XNXX, Xvideos—they were my refuge, a twisted carnival of fetishes. BDSM with leather whips cracking against quivering flesh, group sex with bodies tangled in sweaty, writhing heaps, public humiliation where women’s shame fueled my lust, foot worship where toes were sucked with desperate hunger, body worship where every inch of skin was devoured. I’d pour coconut oil into my palm, the cool, slippery liquid dripping over my throbbing cock, coating the swollen head as I stroked. The slick friction made my body tremble, the screen alive with women’s guttural moans, men’s filthy curses, the wet slap of flesh pounding flesh. My hand moved faster, my cock swelling until it felt like it would burst, my balls tightening as cum erupted, splattering the bedsheet in thick, creamy ropes. My body collapsed, spent, but the hollow ache in my chest never left.
One humid night, I found a video on XNXX that set my soul ablaze. A husband fucked his wife in front of a leering crowd, her naked body drenched in sweat, her massive breasts bouncing wildly, her pussy glistening with juices that dripped down her thighs. Her round, jiggling ass quaked with each brutal thrust, the men around her jeering, their voices dripping with lust. “Fucking slut, your cunt’s burning for cock! We’ll rip that fat ass apart!” they taunted. Her eyes gleamed with a mix of shame and raw desire, her moans raw and desperate as her husband’s thick cock plunged deep into her soaking pussy. “Watch, you bastards, this is how I own my whore!” he roared, his hips slamming into her with savage force. My cock surged, rock-hard and aching. I tore off my lungi, poured coconut oil over my shaft, the slick glide sending shivers through me as I stroked, imagining myself in her, my hands crushing her heavy tits, my palm slapping her quivering ass. Her moans filled my ears, the rhythmic slap of her husband’s thrusts driving me to the edge. My cum exploded, soaking the sheet, my body trembling as I collapsed, but the emptiness gnawed deeper.
That video dragged me back to the slum—Mina’s thick, luscious body, her torn sari barely concealing the deep cleavage of her full, heavy breasts, the sweat-slicked scars on her plump belly, the hypnotic sway of her round ass. Her tearful moans echoed in my mind, her trembling body under my touch, Kalu’s brutal thrusts as he spilled his cum into her pussy and across her belly. The memories ignited a primal, forbidden hunger I couldn’t ignore. I slammed the laptop shut, threw on a shirt and pants, and stepped into the humid night. The city was silent, save for distant car horns and the occasional bark of a stray dog. My feet carried me to the slum, my mind a storm of lust and shame—Mina’s tear-streaked eyes, Rima’s shy smile, Kakima’s broken sobs pulling me deeper into the abyss. I needed to drown my pain in flesh, to lose myself in the heat of raw, animalistic desire.
In the slum’s filthy, shadow-dbangd alley, I spotted Kalu slouched against a crumbling shopfront, a cigarette dangling from his lips. The stench of cheap liquor and stale sweat clung to him, his bloodshot eyes glinting under the flickering streetlight, his muscular frame barely covered by a filthy vest and torn pants. His arms, slick with sweat, flexed as he took a drag, smoke curling through the gaps in his crooked teeth. He saw me and grinned, a predatory glint in his eyes. “Well, fuck, Akash! You crawled back to us, huh?” His voice dripped with mocking camaraderie, like I was his long-lost brother. I stayed silent, Mina’s tearful eyes burning in my mind. He stepped closer, his rough, calloused hand clamping my shoulder, the heat of his touch sending a jolt of unease through me. “Forget that night, man. I was shitfaced, talking nonsense. Come back anytime, fuck my wife as much as you want—no issue.” His words hit like a punch, my head spinning. “What the fuck are you saying?” I growled. “Why would I touch Mina? And why the hell would you let me?”
Kalu’s grin widened, his eyes gleaming with raw greed. He leaned in, his breath a rancid mix of liquor and cigarettes, making my stomach churn. His hand slid down, grazing my cock through my pants, squeezing with a boldness that made my blood boil. “Don’t get pissed, Akash,” he purred, his voice low and sly. “You’re a big shot now—fancy flat, fat paycheck, living the high life. You think Mina would dare say no to you? I’ll drag her to you myself, let you fuck her senseless. Just throw me some cash for my booze, yeah? Shit ain’t free, and I’m always scbanging by.” Rage surged through me, but I saw it clearly—my job, my flat, my money made me his golden ticket. I forced my voice to stay steady. “Fine, we’ll see. Where’s Mina?”
His eyes sparked with lust, a twisted hunger. “Follow me. She’s at home. Tonight, you fuck her, and I get to watch.” His words stirred a sickening cocktail of desire, humiliation, and dark excitement in my gut. I trailed him through the muddy, trash-strewn alley, the faint wail of a radio and children’s shouts echoing in the distance. We reached his shack—a crumbling hovel with a rusted tin roof, a dirt floor, a broken bed, a wobbly plastic chair, and a flickering bulb casting dim, eerie shadows. Mina lay sprawled on the bed, deep in sleep, her thick, voluptuous body dbangd in a torn sari. The fabric had slipped, exposing the deep, glistening cleavage of her heavy breasts, her sweat-soaked belly marked with scars, her round, plump ass raised high beneath the thin cloth. Her tangled hair framed her face, sweat beading on her forehead, her full lips parted, her breath soft and heavy. Her thick thighs peeked through the sari’s gap, every curve screaming raw, primal sexuality. My cock surged, straining against my pants, throbbing with desperate need.
Kalu shook her roughly. “Wake the fuck up, Mina! Look who’s here!” She jolted awake, her eyes bleary with sleep, widening in shock as they landed on me. She scrambled to fix her sari, but the flimsy fabric clung to her curves, her hard, dark nipples poking through, her sweaty belly shimmering under the dim light. Her round ass pressed into the bed, its fullness making my mouth water. “Akash, you’re here?” she stammered, her voice trembling. “I’m so sorry about that night. I didn’t want it. Please, just leave.” Her eyes glistened with fear and shame, but there was a faint, quivering note of desire in her voice that set my blood on fire.
Kalu’s eyes blazed with fury. “You’re kicking Akash out? You fucking bitch!” he roared, grabbing her hair and yanking her toward me. Her thick body trembled, her sari slipping further, exposing the full, deep cleavage of her breasts, her sweaty belly glistening with droplets that pooled around her navel. Tears shimmered in her eyes, her full lips quivering as she struggled weakly against his grip. “Kalu, let her go,” I said, my voice firm. “I’m not forcing shit.” But Kalu’s laugh was cruel, dripping with sadistic glee. “Don’t worry, Akash. Mina knows her place. You’ll fuck her, and I’ll enjoy the show.” He ripped her sari off, her thick, naked body bared before me like a feast. Her heavy breasts sagged slightly, their dark, hard nipples begging to be touched. Sweat cascaded down her plump belly, pooling in her deep navel. Her pussy, shrouded in thick, dark hair, revealed pink, glistening lips through the tangle. Her round, fat ass was a masterpiece, begging for my hands, my cock, my everything. My cock throbbed painfully, my body burning with a primal, unstoppable lust.
“I’m not fucking that hairy, filthy cunt,” I snarled, my voice sharp with disgust. Pain flashed in Mina’s eyes, her lips trembling, but she stayed silent. Kalu grinned, his eyes glinting with malice. “No problem, Akash. I’ll clean her up for you.” He grabbed a rusty razor and a grimy bowl from the corner, shoving Mina onto the bed and forcing her thick thighs apart. She turned her face away, tears streaming down her cheeks, her body trembling as I held her arms to keep her still. “Mina, don’t move,” I said softly, trying to calm her. “We won’t hurt you.” Kalu worked the razor with slow, deliberate strokes, scbanging away the thick hair, the cold metal grazing her sensitive skin. Her body quaked, soft, involuntary moans escaping her lips as the hair fell away, revealing her pink, glistening pussy lips. Kalu wiped her clean with a damp, filthy cloth, her bare pussy now shimmering with sweat and water, a perfect, inviting target. I stared at her, her eyes a swirling mix of shame, fear, and raw, undeniable desire. “Now it’s perfect,” I growled, my voice thick with hunger. “Time to fuck.”
Kalu’s smirk was pure filth. “Go on, Akash. Pound that pussy. I’ll watch every second.” I tore off my pants, my eight-inch cock springing free, rigid and pulsing, the red tip glistening with precum. I leaned over Mina, my hands roaming her heavy, slick breasts, her hard nipples pressing into my palms like bullets. I pinched them hard, twisting until she gasped, her thick body trembling beneath me. I grabbed a bottle of coconut oil from the shack’s tiny kitchen, pouring it over her voluptuous frame. The golden liquid cascaded over her breasts, dripping down her scarred belly, pooling in her deep navel, and trickling toward her bare pussy. Her skin gleamed, slick and irresistible, every curve begging to be claimed. I massaged the oil into her breasts, their softness sliding under my hands, then buried my face in them, sucking her nipples hard, the sweet oil mixing with the salty, musky tang of her sweat. Mina moaned, her voice a desperate whimper. “Akash, you’re fucking driving me insane!” Her words dripped with shame and pleasure, her body arching into my touch.
I slid my hand down to her pussy, now slick with oil and her own juices, and plunged two fingers inside, her warm, tight walls gripping me like a vice. She moaned louder, her thick ass quivering against the creaking bed, her juices dripping onto the mattress. I grabbed a jar of honey, pouring the golden, sticky liquid over her pussy, watching it drip over her pink lips and down to her tight, puckered asshole. I buried my face between her thighs, my tongue lapping at the sweet honey mixed with her tangy, musky juices, probing deep into her pussy’s hot, wet depths. Mina screamed, her voice raw with pleasure. “Akash, fuck, harder!” Her thick thighs clamped around my head, her hips bucking against my mouth, her pussy grinding against my tongue.
Kalu stood watching, his eyes blazing with lust, his pants gone, his thick cock standing rigid, veins bulging. “Fuck her pussy, Akash,” he growled. “I’m taking her mouth.” I pressed my cock against her pussy, her slick juices coating the tip, making it glisten. I pushed in slowly, savoring the way her tight, hot walls gripped me, then fucked her hard, my hips slamming into her with brutal force. Her thick body shook, her heavy breasts bouncing wildly, her scarred belly rippling with each thrust. Her round ass slapped against the bed, the wet, rhythmic sound filling the shack. I crushed her breasts in my hands, pinching her nipples until she cried out, her moans a symphony of pleasure and pain. “Akash, you’re fucking tearing me apart!” she screamed, her voice thick with ecstasy, her pussy clenching around my cock.
Kalu shoved his cock into her mouth, her full lips wrapping around it as he thrust deep into her throat, her muffled moans vibrating against his shaft. His hands tangled in her hair, pulling hard as his cock hit the back of her throat, making her gag. “Mina, you’re sucking like a fucking pro,” he groaned, his hips pumping faster. I slapped her ass hard, leaving a red handprint on her plump cheek, her slick body grinding against me, oil and honey making her skin glisten.
Kalu grinned, his eyes wild. “Now her ass, Akash. Tear it up.” I flipped Mina onto her stomach, her thick, round ass raised high, begging to be fucked. I poured more oil and honey over her, the liquids dripping into her tight asshole, making it glisten like a forbidden jewel. I pressed my cock against her puckered hole, the slickness easing the way as I pushed in, her tight walls resisting then yielding to my girth. Mina moaned, her voice raw and desperate. “Akash, you’re ripping my fucking ass!” But there was no pain in her cry—only pure, animalistic pleasure. Her tight asshole gripped my cock like a vice, sending electric shocks through my body. I fucked her hard, my hips slamming into her, her ass cheeks jiggling with each thrust, the wet slap echoing in the shack. I slapped her ass again, harder, leaving red marks as her moans grew louder, her body trembling. Kalu kept fucking her mouth, his cum suddenly erupting, splattering her lips, cheeks, and chin in thick, creamy ropes. She licked it off, her tongue swirling over her lips, a sultry, wicked smile spreading across her face. “Mina, you’re a fucking slut,” Kalu laughed, his voice dripping with lust. She grinned, her eyes blazing. “You and Akash are driving me fucking wild!”
My cum exploded, flooding her tight asshole, spilling out and dripping down her thick, trembling thighs. Her body, slick with oil, honey, sweat, and cum, glistened like a depraved masterpiece under the dim bulb. I slapped her ass one last time, watching it jiggle as she collapsed, panting, her lips curled in a satisfied, exhausted smile.
Kalu’s voice cut through the haze. “Akash, you’re a fucking beast. Mina, get up. Serve him more.” She sat up, her naked body a vision of raw sexuality—sweat, oil, and honey coating her skin, her heavy breasts trembling, her scarred belly shimmering with droplets, her round ass still quivering from my thrusts. She lowered her eyes in shame, but Kalu’s glare forced her to move. “Lick his cock, Mina. Taste his fucking sweat,” he ordered. She knelt beside me, her soft, slick hands stroking my cock, the sensation reigniting the fire in my veins. Her warm, full lips kissed the tip, her tongue swirling over the head, lapping up the mix of oil, honey, and my precum. I groaned, pleasure overwhelming me as her saliva coated my shaft, making it glisten. Kalu watched, his eyes burning with hunger, then grabbed my cock, his rough, calloused hand squeezing hard, his nails grazing the sensitive skin. “Your cock’s fucking iron, Akash,” he growled, his touch sending a twisted mix of pleasure and unease through me.
Mina sucked my cock deeper, her tongue swirling, her fingers teasing my balls, her nails grazing the tender skin, sending jolts of pleasure through me. Kalu barked, “Lick his ass, Mina. Get in there.” She lifted my legs, spreading my cheeks wide, her hot, wet tongue flicking against my asshole, then plunging inside, probing deep. My body shook, pleasure surging as I moaned, “Mina, you’re fucking killing me!” Her tongue worked my ass, sliding against the tight walls, sending shivers through my core. Kalu leaned down, his liquor-soaked breath hitting me like a wave, his lips brushing my cock, his tongue swirling over the tip, his teeth grazing lightly, sending a shock of pleasure and shock through me. “Kalu, what the fuck are you doing?” I groaned, my voice torn between disgust and ecstasy. “You’re our brother, Akash,” he rasped, his mouth closing around my cock. “I’ll do anything for you.” Mina’s tongue fucked my ass, Kalu’s mouth sucked my cock, their touches driving me to the brink of madness.
Kalu stood, his cock hard again, veins bulging, precum dripping. He ordered Mina to lick my body clean. She grabbed another bottle of coconut oil and the honey jar, pouring the slick oil over my chest, letting it cascade down my abs, pooling around my cock. She drizzled honey over my nipples, my navel, my cock, the sticky sweetness mixing with my sweat. Her tongue glided over my chest, teasing my nipples, sucking them hard, her teeth grazing the sensitive buds, making me groan. She licked lower, her tongue circling my navel, lapping up the sweet, sticky honey mixed with my salty sweat. She took my cock in her mouth again, the sweet and salty flavors blending on her tongue, her lips sliding over my shaft, her tongue swirling over the head. I moaned, “Mina, fuck, harder!” Kalu grabbed my cock again, his rough hand stroking fast, his nails grazing as he watched, his own cock throbbing. “Let’s fuck her together, Akash,” he growled. I grinned, my body buzzing with lust. “Hell yeah, Kalu. Let’s do it.”
We flipped Mina onto her stomach, her thick, round ass raised high, her asshole slick with oil and honey, glistening like a forbidden prize. I slid two fingers into her tight hole, her moans filling the shack as her walls gripped me, her body trembling. I fucked her ass with my fingers, then pressed my cock against her hole, sliding in with ease, her tightness driving me wild. I pounded her hard, her ass cheeks jiggling, the wet slap of flesh echoing as I slapped her, leaving red handprints. Kalu shoved his cock into her mouth, her moans muffled as he fucked her throat, his hands pulling her hair. He pulled out, grabbing my cock again, sucking it hard, his teeth grazing as Mina’s tongue returned to my ass, her hot, wet licks sending me spiraling. “You’re fucking driving me insane!” I roared, my body trembling under their relentless assault.
I pushed Mina onto her back, pouring honey over her bare pussy, watching it drip over her pink lips and down to her asshole. I buried my face in her pussy, licking the sweet honey mixed with her tangy juices, my tongue probing deep, sucking her clit until she screamed, her thick thighs clamping around my head. Kalu squeezed her heavy breasts, pinching her nipples hard, twisting until she moaned, her body writhing. I fucked her pussy hard, my cock plunging deep, her walls gripping me as her body shook, her moans blending with Kalu’s as he fucked her mouth. My cum erupted, flooding her pussy, spilling out and dripping down her thighs. Kalu’s cum sprayed across her face, coating her lips, cheeks, and chin. She licked it off, her tongue swirling, a wicked, lustful smile spreading across her face.
We collapsed on the creaking bed, Mina’s body a glistening mess of oil, honey, sweat, and cum, her thick ass and heavy breasts trembling with each breath. Kalu grinned, his eyes glinting with greed. “Akash, you’re our fucking brother. Come back anytime, we’ll do this again. But don’t forget—booze ain’t cheap. Hook me up with some cash, and I’ll make sure you get more.” I smirked, a dark, twisted satisfaction settling in my gut. “Sure, Kalu. I’ll take care of it.” I looked at Mina, her eyes a swirling mix of shame, desire, and surrender, and knew I was drowning in this dark, addictive world, with no desire to escape.
The morning light pierced through my tattered curtains, but my mind was trapped in the feverish haze of last night. Rita’s dusky, naked body writhed beneath me, her soft cock grinding against my lips, the musky, salty tang of her cum flooding my mouth, clinging to my tongue like a forbidden secret. The memory sent a shudder of revulsion through me, yet my cock twitched, betraying me with a dark, pulsing thrill. Then came the beggar woman—her torn sari slipping to reveal the deep, sweat-slicked cleavage of her heavy, jiggling breasts, the scarred expanse of her thick belly glistening under the dim light, her round, swaying ass begging to be claimed. It had set my blood on fire, but a gnawing fear followed. What if she ran to the security officer? My heart pounded with dread, and I vowed never to return to that sinful alley, that cesspool of depravity.
I threw myself back into the monotony of my life—mornings buried in office files, enduring my boss’s grating voice, forcing laughs with colleagues over stale coffee. At night, I’d retreat to my flat, peel off my lungi, and surrender to the glowing screen of my laptop. Pornhub, XNXX, Xvideos—they were my refuge, a twisted carnival of fetishes. BDSM with leather whips cracking against quivering flesh, group sex with bodies tangled in sweaty, writhing heaps, public humiliation where women’s shame fueled my lust, foot worship where toes were sucked with desperate hunger, body worship where every inch of skin was devoured. I’d pour coconut oil into my palm, the cool, slippery liquid dripping over my throbbing cock, coating the swollen head as I stroked. The slick friction made my body tremble, the screen alive with women’s guttural moans, men’s filthy curses, the wet slap of flesh pounding flesh. My hand moved faster, my cock swelling until it felt like it would burst, my balls tightening as cum erupted, splattering the bedsheet in thick, creamy ropes. My body collapsed, spent, but the hollow ache in my chest never left.
One humid night, I found a video on XNXX that set my soul ablaze. A husband fucked his wife in front of a leering crowd, her naked body drenched in sweat, her massive breasts bouncing wildly, her pussy glistening with juices that dripped down her thighs. Her round, jiggling ass quaked with each brutal thrust, the men around her jeering, their voices dripping with lust. “Fucking slut, your cunt’s burning for cock! We’ll rip that fat ass apart!” they taunted. Her eyes gleamed with a mix of shame and raw desire, her moans raw and desperate as her husband’s thick cock plunged deep into her soaking pussy. “Watch, you bastards, this is how I own my whore!” he roared, his hips slamming into her with savage force. My cock surged, rock-hard and aching. I tore off my lungi, poured coconut oil over my shaft, the slick glide sending shivers through me as I stroked, imagining myself in her, my hands crushing her heavy tits, my palm slapping her quivering ass. Her moans filled my ears, the rhythmic slap of her husband’s thrusts driving me to the edge. My cum exploded, soaking the sheet, my body trembling as I collapsed, but the emptiness gnawed deeper.
That video dragged me back to the slum—Mina’s thick, luscious body, her torn sari barely concealing the deep cleavage of her full, heavy breasts, the sweat-slicked scars on her plump belly, the hypnotic sway of her round ass. Her tearful moans echoed in my mind, her trembling body under my touch, Kalu’s brutal thrusts as he spilled his cum into her pussy and across her belly. The memories ignited a primal, forbidden hunger I couldn’t ignore. I slammed the laptop shut, threw on a shirt and pants, and stepped into the humid night. The city was silent, save for distant car horns and the occasional bark of a stray dog. My feet carried me to the slum, my mind a storm of lust and shame—Mina’s tear-streaked eyes, Rima’s shy smile, Kakima’s broken sobs pulling me deeper into the abyss. I needed to drown my pain in flesh, to lose myself in the heat of raw, animalistic desire.
In the slum’s filthy, shadow-dbangd alley, I spotted Kalu slouched against a crumbling shopfront, a cigarette dangling from his lips. The stench of cheap liquor and stale sweat clung to him, his bloodshot eyes glinting under the flickering streetlight, his muscular frame barely covered by a filthy vest and torn pants. His arms, slick with sweat, flexed as he took a drag, smoke curling through the gaps in his crooked teeth. He saw me and grinned, a predatory glint in his eyes. “Well, fuck, Akash! You crawled back to us, huh?” His voice dripped with mocking camaraderie, like I was his long-lost brother. I stayed silent, Mina’s tearful eyes burning in my mind. He stepped closer, his rough, calloused hand clamping my shoulder, the heat of his touch sending a jolt of unease through me. “Forget that night, man. I was shitfaced, talking nonsense. Come back anytime, fuck my wife as much as you want—no issue.” His words hit like a punch, my head spinning. “What the fuck are you saying?” I growled. “Why would I touch Mina? And why the hell would you let me?”
Kalu’s grin widened, his eyes gleaming with raw greed. He leaned in, his breath a rancid mix of liquor and cigarettes, making my stomach churn. His hand slid down, grazing my cock through my pants, squeezing with a boldness that made my blood boil. “Don’t get pissed, Akash,” he purred, his voice low and sly. “You’re a big shot now—fancy flat, fat paycheck, living the high life. You think Mina would dare say no to you? I’ll drag her to you myself, let you fuck her senseless. Just throw me some cash for my booze, yeah? Shit ain’t free, and I’m always scbanging by.” Rage surged through me, but I saw it clearly—my job, my flat, my money made me his golden ticket. I forced my voice to stay steady. “Fine, we’ll see. Where’s Mina?”
His eyes sparked with lust, a twisted hunger. “Follow me. She’s at home. Tonight, you fuck her, and I get to watch.” His words stirred a sickening cocktail of desire, humiliation, and dark excitement in my gut. I trailed him through the muddy, trash-strewn alley, the faint wail of a radio and children’s shouts echoing in the distance. We reached his shack—a crumbling hovel with a rusted tin roof, a dirt floor, a broken bed, a wobbly plastic chair, and a flickering bulb casting dim, eerie shadows. Mina lay sprawled on the bed, deep in sleep, her thick, voluptuous body dbangd in a torn sari. The fabric had slipped, exposing the deep, glistening cleavage of her heavy breasts, her sweat-soaked belly marked with scars, her round, plump ass raised high beneath the thin cloth. Her tangled hair framed her face, sweat beading on her forehead, her full lips parted, her breath soft and heavy. Her thick thighs peeked through the sari’s gap, every curve screaming raw, primal sexuality. My cock surged, straining against my pants, throbbing with desperate need.
Kalu shook her roughly. “Wake the fuck up, Mina! Look who’s here!” She jolted awake, her eyes bleary with sleep, widening in shock as they landed on me. She scrambled to fix her sari, but the flimsy fabric clung to her curves, her hard, dark nipples poking through, her sweaty belly shimmering under the dim light. Her round ass pressed into the bed, its fullness making my mouth water. “Akash, you’re here?” she stammered, her voice trembling. “I’m so sorry about that night. I didn’t want it. Please, just leave.” Her eyes glistened with fear and shame, but there was a faint, quivering note of desire in her voice that set my blood on fire.
Kalu’s eyes blazed with fury. “You’re kicking Akash out? You fucking bitch!” he roared, grabbing her hair and yanking her toward me. Her thick body trembled, her sari slipping further, exposing the full, deep cleavage of her breasts, her sweaty belly glistening with droplets that pooled around her navel. Tears shimmered in her eyes, her full lips quivering as she struggled weakly against his grip. “Kalu, let her go,” I said, my voice firm. “I’m not forcing shit.” But Kalu’s laugh was cruel, dripping with sadistic glee. “Don’t worry, Akash. Mina knows her place. You’ll fuck her, and I’ll enjoy the show.” He ripped her sari off, her thick, naked body bared before me like a feast. Her heavy breasts sagged slightly, their dark, hard nipples begging to be touched. Sweat cascaded down her plump belly, pooling in her deep navel. Her pussy, shrouded in thick, dark hair, revealed pink, glistening lips through the tangle. Her round, fat ass was a masterpiece, begging for my hands, my cock, my everything. My cock throbbed painfully, my body burning with a primal, unstoppable lust.
“I’m not fucking that hairy, filthy cunt,” I snarled, my voice sharp with disgust. Pain flashed in Mina’s eyes, her lips trembling, but she stayed silent. Kalu grinned, his eyes glinting with malice. “No problem, Akash. I’ll clean her up for you.” He grabbed a rusty razor and a grimy bowl from the corner, shoving Mina onto the bed and forcing her thick thighs apart. She turned her face away, tears streaming down her cheeks, her body trembling as I held her arms to keep her still. “Mina, don’t move,” I said softly, trying to calm her. “We won’t hurt you.” Kalu worked the razor with slow, deliberate strokes, scbanging away the thick hair, the cold metal grazing her sensitive skin. Her body quaked, soft, involuntary moans escaping her lips as the hair fell away, revealing her pink, glistening pussy lips. Kalu wiped her clean with a damp, filthy cloth, her bare pussy now shimmering with sweat and water, a perfect, inviting target. I stared at her, her eyes a swirling mix of shame, fear, and raw, undeniable desire. “Now it’s perfect,” I growled, my voice thick with hunger. “Time to fuck.”
Kalu’s smirk was pure filth. “Go on, Akash. Pound that pussy. I’ll watch every second.” I tore off my pants, my eight-inch cock springing free, rigid and pulsing, the red tip glistening with precum. I leaned over Mina, my hands roaming her heavy, slick breasts, her hard nipples pressing into my palms like bullets. I pinched them hard, twisting until she gasped, her thick body trembling beneath me. I grabbed a bottle of coconut oil from the shack’s tiny kitchen, pouring it over her voluptuous frame. The golden liquid cascaded over her breasts, dripping down her scarred belly, pooling in her deep navel, and trickling toward her bare pussy. Her skin gleamed, slick and irresistible, every curve begging to be claimed. I massaged the oil into her breasts, their softness sliding under my hands, then buried my face in them, sucking her nipples hard, the sweet oil mixing with the salty, musky tang of her sweat. Mina moaned, her voice a desperate whimper. “Akash, you’re fucking driving me insane!” Her words dripped with shame and pleasure, her body arching into my touch.
I slid my hand down to her pussy, now slick with oil and her own juices, and plunged two fingers inside, her warm, tight walls gripping me like a vice. She moaned louder, her thick ass quivering against the creaking bed, her juices dripping onto the mattress. I grabbed a jar of honey, pouring the golden, sticky liquid over her pussy, watching it drip over her pink lips and down to her tight, puckered asshole. I buried my face between her thighs, my tongue lapping at the sweet honey mixed with her tangy, musky juices, probing deep into her pussy’s hot, wet depths. Mina screamed, her voice raw with pleasure. “Akash, fuck, harder!” Her thick thighs clamped around my head, her hips bucking against my mouth, her pussy grinding against my tongue.
Kalu stood watching, his eyes blazing with lust, his pants gone, his thick cock standing rigid, veins bulging. “Fuck her pussy, Akash,” he growled. “I’m taking her mouth.” I pressed my cock against her pussy, her slick juices coating the tip, making it glisten. I pushed in slowly, savoring the way her tight, hot walls gripped me, then fucked her hard, my hips slamming into her with brutal force. Her thick body shook, her heavy breasts bouncing wildly, her scarred belly rippling with each thrust. Her round ass slapped against the bed, the wet, rhythmic sound filling the shack. I crushed her breasts in my hands, pinching her nipples until she cried out, her moans a symphony of pleasure and pain. “Akash, you’re fucking tearing me apart!” she screamed, her voice thick with ecstasy, her pussy clenching around my cock.
Kalu shoved his cock into her mouth, her full lips wrapping around it as he thrust deep into her throat, her muffled moans vibrating against his shaft. His hands tangled in her hair, pulling hard as his cock hit the back of her throat, making her gag. “Mina, you’re sucking like a fucking pro,” he groaned, his hips pumping faster. I slapped her ass hard, leaving a red handprint on her plump cheek, her slick body grinding against me, oil and honey making her skin glisten.
Kalu grinned, his eyes wild. “Now her ass, Akash. Tear it up.” I flipped Mina onto her stomach, her thick, round ass raised high, begging to be fucked. I poured more oil and honey over her, the liquids dripping into her tight asshole, making it glisten like a forbidden jewel. I pressed my cock against her puckered hole, the slickness easing the way as I pushed in, her tight walls resisting then yielding to my girth. Mina moaned, her voice raw and desperate. “Akash, you’re ripping my fucking ass!” But there was no pain in her cry—only pure, animalistic pleasure. Her tight asshole gripped my cock like a vice, sending electric shocks through my body. I fucked her hard, my hips slamming into her, her ass cheeks jiggling with each thrust, the wet slap echoing in the shack. I slapped her ass again, harder, leaving red marks as her moans grew louder, her body trembling. Kalu kept fucking her mouth, his cum suddenly erupting, splattering her lips, cheeks, and chin in thick, creamy ropes. She licked it off, her tongue swirling over her lips, a sultry, wicked smile spreading across her face. “Mina, you’re a fucking slut,” Kalu laughed, his voice dripping with lust. She grinned, her eyes blazing. “You and Akash are driving me fucking wild!”
My cum exploded, flooding her tight asshole, spilling out and dripping down her thick, trembling thighs. Her body, slick with oil, honey, sweat, and cum, glistened like a depraved masterpiece under the dim bulb. I slapped her ass one last time, watching it jiggle as she collapsed, panting, her lips curled in a satisfied, exhausted smile.
Kalu’s voice cut through the haze. “Akash, you’re a fucking beast. Mina, get up. Serve him more.” She sat up, her naked body a vision of raw sexuality—sweat, oil, and honey coating her skin, her heavy breasts trembling, her scarred belly shimmering with droplets, her round ass still quivering from my thrusts. She lowered her eyes in shame, but Kalu’s glare forced her to move. “Lick his cock, Mina. Taste his fucking sweat,” he ordered. She knelt beside me, her soft, slick hands stroking my cock, the sensation reigniting the fire in my veins. Her warm, full lips kissed the tip, her tongue swirling over the head, lapping up the mix of oil, honey, and my precum. I groaned, pleasure overwhelming me as her saliva coated my shaft, making it glisten. Kalu watched, his eyes burning with hunger, then grabbed my cock, his rough, calloused hand squeezing hard, his nails grazing the sensitive skin. “Your cock’s fucking iron, Akash,” he growled, his touch sending a twisted mix of pleasure and unease through me.
Mina sucked my cock deeper, her tongue swirling, her fingers teasing my balls, her nails grazing the tender skin, sending jolts of pleasure through me. Kalu barked, “Lick his ass, Mina. Get in there.” She lifted my legs, spreading my cheeks wide, her hot, wet tongue flicking against my asshole, then plunging inside, probing deep. My body shook, pleasure surging as I moaned, “Mina, you’re fucking killing me!” Her tongue worked my ass, sliding against the tight walls, sending shivers through my core. Kalu leaned down, his liquor-soaked breath hitting me like a wave, his lips brushing my cock, his tongue swirling over the tip, his teeth grazing lightly, sending a shock of pleasure and shock through me. “Kalu, what the fuck are you doing?” I groaned, my voice torn between disgust and ecstasy. “You’re our brother, Akash,” he rasped, his mouth closing around my cock. “I’ll do anything for you.” Mina’s tongue fucked my ass, Kalu’s mouth sucked my cock, their touches driving me to the brink of madness.
Kalu stood, his cock hard again, veins bulging, precum dripping. He ordered Mina to lick my body clean. She grabbed another bottle of coconut oil and the honey jar, pouring the slick oil over my chest, letting it cascade down my abs, pooling around my cock. She drizzled honey over my nipples, my navel, my cock, the sticky sweetness mixing with my sweat. Her tongue glided over my chest, teasing my nipples, sucking them hard, her teeth grazing the sensitive buds, making me groan. She licked lower, her tongue circling my navel, lapping up the sweet, sticky honey mixed with my salty sweat. She took my cock in her mouth again, the sweet and salty flavors blending on her tongue, her lips sliding over my shaft, her tongue swirling over the head. I moaned, “Mina, fuck, harder!” Kalu grabbed my cock again, his rough hand stroking fast, his nails grazing as he watched, his own cock throbbing. “Let’s fuck her together, Akash,” he growled. I grinned, my body buzzing with lust. “Hell yeah, Kalu. Let’s do it.”
We flipped Mina onto her stomach, her thick, round ass raised high, her asshole slick with oil and honey, glistening like a forbidden prize. I slid two fingers into her tight hole, her moans filling the shack as her walls gripped me, her body trembling. I fucked her ass with my fingers, then pressed my cock against her hole, sliding in with ease, her tightness driving me wild. I pounded her hard, her ass cheeks jiggling, the wet slap of flesh echoing as I slapped her, leaving red handprints. Kalu shoved his cock into her mouth, her moans muffled as he fucked her throat, his hands pulling her hair. He pulled out, grabbing my cock again, sucking it hard, his teeth grazing as Mina’s tongue returned to my ass, her hot, wet licks sending me spiraling. “You’re fucking driving me insane!” I roared, my body trembling under their relentless assault.
I pushed Mina onto her back, pouring honey over her bare pussy, watching it drip over her pink lips and down to her asshole. I buried my face in her pussy, licking the sweet honey mixed with her tangy juices, my tongue probing deep, sucking her clit until she screamed, her thick thighs clamping around my head. Kalu squeezed her heavy breasts, pinching her nipples hard, twisting until she moaned, her body writhing. I fucked her pussy hard, my cock plunging deep, her walls gripping me as her body shook, her moans blending with Kalu’s as he fucked her mouth. My cum erupted, flooding her pussy, spilling out and dripping down her thighs. Kalu’s cum sprayed across her face, coating her lips, cheeks, and chin. She licked it off, her tongue swirling, a wicked, lustful smile spreading across her face.
We collapsed on the creaking bed, Mina’s body a glistening mess of oil, honey, sweat, and cum, her thick ass and heavy breasts trembling with each breath. Kalu grinned, his eyes glinting with greed. “Akash, you’re our fucking brother. Come back anytime, we’ll do this again. But don’t forget—booze ain’t cheap. Hook me up with some cash, and I’ll make sure you get more.” I smirked, a dark, twisted satisfaction settling in my gut. “Sure, Kalu. I’ll take care of it.” I looked at Mina, her eyes a swirling mix of shame, desire, and surrender, and knew I was drowning in this dark, addictive world, with no desire to escape.
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