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Chapter 39: Janina (Act 5)
But Rahim wasn’t listening. Janina was firmly pinned against the basin, her topless form exposed in the mirror. Her miniskirt was hiked up to her hips, revealing her bare ass to Rahim’s hungry gaze. She could see his reflection as he stood behind her.
His hands tightened on her hips, holding her firmly in place as he tossed his shirt aside and unbuckled his belt with haste. Janina heard the clink of metal as he undid the buckle, then the rustle of fabric as he slid his pants and briefs down, freeing his hard cock. Her eyes widened in the mirror as she saw him fully nude, thick and pulsing with need, a sight that sent a jolt of both fear and arousal through her.
She knew what was coming and tried to turn around, her voice trembling. “Rahim, stop. You’ll regret this...” But he didn’t let her move. His hands gripped her hips with an iron hold, forcing her to face the mirror. His eyes were wild, drunk with lust and desperation. He needed this release, and he wasn’t letting her out of his sight.
“I need to be inside you,” he growled, his voice dripping with desire. “I can’t stop now.”
In the mirror, Janina’s reflection stared back at her huge tits swaying freely, nipples stiff and protruding, her ass round and inviting. Rahim’s breathing was ragged, his gaze fixated on her body. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled, his voice thick with need. His hands slid up to cup her breasts, squeezing them roughly, making her gasp. “I’ve wanted this for so long from our time in the shop”
Janina’s mind was a whirlwind of guilt and desire. She tried again to protest, her voice shaky. “Rahim, please...this isn’t right. We can’t...” But he cut her off, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered lecherous remarks that sent shivers down her spine.
“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “Your tits bouncing, your ass begging for my cock. You want this as much as I do.” His words were crude, almost degrading, but they awakened something primal in her. She could feel herself growing wetter despite her attempts to resist.
Stop it, Rahim,” she pleaded, though her voice lacked conviction. “I’m ovulating....”
But Rahim was past that. “No,” he said firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument. His cock pressed against her entrance, and Janina’s nails dug into the edge of the basin as she braced herself for what was coming. It had been months since she’d last been intimate, and while guilt twisted in her stomach, a flicker of anticipation surged through her. She couldn’t believe this was happening… but then came the silence.
Rahim paused, his breath hitching as he tried to push forward, but something wasn’t right. His cock, which had been hard and ready moments ago, began to soften. He froze, his grip on her hips tightening as he muttered under his breath, “What the hell?”
Janina turned her head slightly, her voice trembling. “Rahim? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” he snapped, his tone sharp with frustration. He stepped back slightly, and Janina could hear the faint sound of him stroking himself, trying to will his body to cooperate. His breathing grew ragged, but it was no use. His cock remained stubbornly limp.
His hands moved to her breasts, squeezing them roughly in a desperate attempt to reignite his arousal. “Damn it,” he growled, his voice laced with irritation and embarrassment.
Janina turned around fully now, her eyes widening as she saw the state he was in. Rahim stood there, his face flushed, his cock soft against his thigh. Her cheeks burned with a mix of awkwardness and pity. “Rahim…” she started, her voice hesitant.
“This doesn’t usually happen,” he muttered, his tone defensive but tinged with shame. He ran a hand through his hair, his eyes darting away from hers. “I don’t know what’s going on.”
Janina reached for her dress, pulling it back up to cover herself as she avoided his gaze. “Maybe… maybe it’s for the best,” she said softly, though her voice lacked conviction. “This was a mistake. We both know that.”
Rahim shook his head, his frustration still evident. “It’s not a mistake. I want this. I want you.”
She looked at him then, her eyes filled with a mixture of sympathy and resolve. “Rahim, you have a wife. A life. This isn’t who you are.”
He opened his mouth to argue but stopped himself. Instead, he let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumping. “I just… I needed this. I needed you.”
Janina took a step back, her arms crossed protectively over her chest. “You’re upset—about Lina, about everything and you’re looking for an escape. But this isn’t the way, Rahim.”
He stared at her, his expression softening as the weight of her words sank in. “You’re right,” he admitted quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m sorry.”
She nodded, her eyes sad but understanding. “You need to figure things out with her. What happened tonight… it shouldn’t have happened.”
There was a long pause before Rahim spoke again, his voice tentative. “Do you think… do you think we could meet again? Not like this, but… just to talk?”
Janina shook her head firmly. “No, Rahim. You need to focus on your marriage. I’m not here to homewreck it.” He flinched at her words, guilt etching across his face. “I didn’t mean....”
“I know,” she interrupted gently. “But it’s time for me to go.”
Janina quickly finished dressing, avoiding eye contact as she moved toward the door. Rahim stood there, still half-naked, watching her with a mixture of regret and longing.
“Janina,” he said softly as she reached for the door handle.
She paused but didn’t turn around. “Take care of yourself, Rahim.” And with that, she slipped out of the bathroom, leaving him standing alone in the dimly lit room, his mind a whirlwind of emotions he couldn’t quite sort through.
But Rahim wasn’t listening. Janina was firmly pinned against the basin, her topless form exposed in the mirror. Her miniskirt was hiked up to her hips, revealing her bare ass to Rahim’s hungry gaze. She could see his reflection as he stood behind her.
His hands tightened on her hips, holding her firmly in place as he tossed his shirt aside and unbuckled his belt with haste. Janina heard the clink of metal as he undid the buckle, then the rustle of fabric as he slid his pants and briefs down, freeing his hard cock. Her eyes widened in the mirror as she saw him fully nude, thick and pulsing with need, a sight that sent a jolt of both fear and arousal through her.
She knew what was coming and tried to turn around, her voice trembling. “Rahim, stop. You’ll regret this...” But he didn’t let her move. His hands gripped her hips with an iron hold, forcing her to face the mirror. His eyes were wild, drunk with lust and desperation. He needed this release, and he wasn’t letting her out of his sight.
“I need to be inside you,” he growled, his voice dripping with desire. “I can’t stop now.”
In the mirror, Janina’s reflection stared back at her huge tits swaying freely, nipples stiff and protruding, her ass round and inviting. Rahim’s breathing was ragged, his gaze fixated on her body. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled, his voice thick with need. His hands slid up to cup her breasts, squeezing them roughly, making her gasp. “I’ve wanted this for so long from our time in the shop”
Janina’s mind was a whirlwind of guilt and desire. She tried again to protest, her voice shaky. “Rahim, please...this isn’t right. We can’t...” But he cut her off, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered lecherous remarks that sent shivers down her spine.
“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “Your tits bouncing, your ass begging for my cock. You want this as much as I do.” His words were crude, almost degrading, but they awakened something primal in her. She could feel herself growing wetter despite her attempts to resist.
Stop it, Rahim,” she pleaded, though her voice lacked conviction. “I’m ovulating....”
But Rahim was past that. “No,” he said firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument. His cock pressed against her entrance, and Janina’s nails dug into the edge of the basin as she braced herself for what was coming. It had been months since she’d last been intimate, and while guilt twisted in her stomach, a flicker of anticipation surged through her. She couldn’t believe this was happening… but then came the silence.
Rahim paused, his breath hitching as he tried to push forward, but something wasn’t right. His cock, which had been hard and ready moments ago, began to soften. He froze, his grip on her hips tightening as he muttered under his breath, “What the hell?”
Janina turned her head slightly, her voice trembling. “Rahim? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” he snapped, his tone sharp with frustration. He stepped back slightly, and Janina could hear the faint sound of him stroking himself, trying to will his body to cooperate. His breathing grew ragged, but it was no use. His cock remained stubbornly limp.
His hands moved to her breasts, squeezing them roughly in a desperate attempt to reignite his arousal. “Damn it,” he growled, his voice laced with irritation and embarrassment.
Janina turned around fully now, her eyes widening as she saw the state he was in. Rahim stood there, his face flushed, his cock soft against his thigh. Her cheeks burned with a mix of awkwardness and pity. “Rahim…” she started, her voice hesitant.
“This doesn’t usually happen,” he muttered, his tone defensive but tinged with shame. He ran a hand through his hair, his eyes darting away from hers. “I don’t know what’s going on.”
Janina reached for her dress, pulling it back up to cover herself as she avoided his gaze. “Maybe… maybe it’s for the best,” she said softly, though her voice lacked conviction. “This was a mistake. We both know that.”
Rahim shook his head, his frustration still evident. “It’s not a mistake. I want this. I want you.”
She looked at him then, her eyes filled with a mixture of sympathy and resolve. “Rahim, you have a wife. A life. This isn’t who you are.”
He opened his mouth to argue but stopped himself. Instead, he let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumping. “I just… I needed this. I needed you.”
Janina took a step back, her arms crossed protectively over her chest. “You’re upset—about Lina, about everything and you’re looking for an escape. But this isn’t the way, Rahim.”
He stared at her, his expression softening as the weight of her words sank in. “You’re right,” he admitted quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m sorry.”
She nodded, her eyes sad but understanding. “You need to figure things out with her. What happened tonight… it shouldn’t have happened.”
There was a long pause before Rahim spoke again, his voice tentative. “Do you think… do you think we could meet again? Not like this, but… just to talk?”
Janina shook her head firmly. “No, Rahim. You need to focus on your marriage. I’m not here to homewreck it.” He flinched at her words, guilt etching across his face. “I didn’t mean....”
“I know,” she interrupted gently. “But it’s time for me to go.”
Janina quickly finished dressing, avoiding eye contact as she moved toward the door. Rahim stood there, still half-naked, watching her with a mixture of regret and longing.
“Janina,” he said softly as she reached for the door handle.
She paused but didn’t turn around. “Take care of yourself, Rahim.” And with that, she slipped out of the bathroom, leaving him standing alone in the dimly lit room, his mind a whirlwind of emotions he couldn’t quite sort through.
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