12-10-2025, 02:31 PM
My palms were flat on the crisp, white sheets. I was bent over the bed. I turned my head to look behind me. My gaze found Ranjeet.
He was not wasting any time. His fingers moved swiftly. He undid the button of his trousers. He did not bother with his underwear. He just pushed everything down in one smooth, urgent motion. His pants and underwear pooled around his ankles. He kicked them away. They landed in a heap on the floor.
His cock was now on full display. It was strong. It was stout. It was uncut.
A slow, wicked smile touched my lips.
He noticed my smile. His own grin was pure, masculine pride.
"Look, darling," he said. His voice was a low, possessive growl. "He's very eager to meet you."
His right hand closed around his length. He gave it a single, slow stroke. His eyes never left mine. He walked towards me. He did not break his gaze.
He stopped just behind me. His free hand caressed my bare back. His touch was a trail of fire. His fingers found the button of my jeans. I heard the soft pop as it came undone. Then I heard the slow, deliberate rasp of the zipper.
He pushed the heavy denim down. It slid over my hips. It stopped at my calves. The skinny jeans were tight. I helped him then. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other. He rolled the denim off each of my legs.
I was wearing only my coffee-colored panties. The delicate lace panel was on full display. His breath hitched. It was a sharp, appreciative sound.
He hooked his fingers into the waistband. He did not rush. He slid them down my legs slowly. He was savoring the reveal. The panties fell to the floor. They joined my jeans in a soft heap.
I was now completely naked before him- wet,vulnerable and waiting.
His foot nudged mine firmly, and his deep voice came out like a command, dripping with raw dominance. “Spread your legs, baby… open that sweet pussy for me.”
Like I was his to command, I obeyed instantly, parting my legs wide, my body trembling with anticipation and surrender.
“That’s my good little slut,” he growled approvingly, his voice thick with lust. He shifted behind me, his strong hands gripping my hips as he aligned the swollen head of his cock against my slick entrance, the heat of it teasing my wet folds.
Just as he started to push forward, I froze, realizing he wasn’t wearing a condom. My hand shot to his taut belly, pressing against the hard muscle to stop him. “Wait,” I gasped.
He pulled back slightly, irritation flashing in his dark eyes. “What the fuck’s wrong now?” he snapped, his voice rough with need.
“Condom, please,” I said, my voice firm but shaking from the intensity between us.
He let out an annoyed growl, his jaw tight. “Fuck you and your damn condoms,” he muttered, but then he nodded toward the nightstand. “They’re in the drawer. Grab one, quick.”
I reached over, my fingers fumbling as I yanked open the drawer. Inside, I found a few condom packets scattered among other things. I grabbed one, the foil cool against my heated skin.
I reached back with the condom packet in my trembling hand, offering it to Ranjeet, but he shook his head, a wicked glint in his dark eyes. “I’m not doing that, my sexy girl,” he growled, his voice thick with filthy promise. “You put it on me.”
I frowned, a mix of surprise and heat flooding my cheeks as I straightened up, my body still buzzing from his touch. With slightly shaky fingers, I tore open the foil packet, the sharp rip echoing in the charged silence between us.
“Roll it on too, baby,” he said, his tone low and commanding, a smirk curling his lips as he watched me like a predator sizing up his prey.
I reached for his cock, my fingers wrapping around its thick, pulsing length, hot and heavy in my hand. My breath hitched as I positioned the condom ring at the tip, ready to roll it down, but he stopped me with a firm grip on my wrist. His eyes burned into mine, dark and demanding.
“With your mouth, babe,” he ordered, his voice a rough growl that sent a fresh wave of wetness between my thighs. Before I could respond, he pushed me down gently but firmly, guiding me to my knees on the floor. My heart raced as I looked up at him, his towering frame and hard cock right in front of my face, the air thick with his raw dominance.
“Show me how much you want it,” he murmured, his hand tangling in my hair, tugging just enough to make me moan softly. “Put that pretty mouth to work and get me ready to fuck you.”
My lips parted, a mix of nerves and excitement coursing through me as I leaned forward, the condom still in my hand, ready to obey his dirty command.
I had a red colored cherry flavour lubricated condom in my right hand. I held his thick cock with my left hand and stroked it gently. My fingers were wrapped around his hard shaft, and with my thumb, I gently glided the tender cowl of his dark foreskin back, fully exposing the glistening, purple head.
A single, perfect bead of precum trembled at the slit. I leaned in, my tongue darting out to lick it away. The taste was intoxicating-a sharp, salty tang layered over a deep, primal musk. It was the taste of him, undiluted and raw.
A low, guttural growl ripped from his chest. That was all the encouragement I needed. I gave him a quick, greedy suck, taking the entire head into the hot, wet cavern of my mouth, my tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge before pulling back with a soft pop.
"Fuck... yes," he groaned, his hips jerking forward involuntarily.
Then, I returned to my task. I took the red condom ring, slick with its own lubricant, and pressed it against his tip again. I sealed my lips around it and began to slide down, the suction and pressure of my mouth expertly unfurling the latex. The taste was a strange, sudden shock-an artificial strawberry sweetness that mingled with the salty musk of his skin. It was a bizarre and thrilling combination.
My free hand followed my mouth's descent, smoothing the red sheath down his entire pulsing length until he was fully encased.
When I was done, his entire length was sealed in a slick, bright red layer, ready for me. I stayed there for a moment, my lips still brushing against his base, the sweet, synthetic taste of strawberry still on my tongue.
He didn't let me linger. He yanked my head back by my hair, not painfully, but with an undeniable authority that forced me to look up at him. His face was a mask of pure, savage lust, his eyes burning with an intensity that stole my breath.
Ranjeet’s commanding voice cut through the haze of my desire. “Get up,” he growled, his tone dripping with raw dominance. He pulled me to my feet with a firm tug, his strong hands spinning me around until my back faced him.
With a gentle but insistent push, he bent me forward, my palms pressing into the soft mattress, my body exposed and trembling. His grip shifted to my thigh, rough fingers digging into my flesh as he lifted one leg, hooking it onto the bed. My foot sank into the sheets, leaving me spread wide open, my dripping pussy vulnerable and aching for him.
His hands clamped onto my waist, possessive and unyielding, as he positioned himself behind me. I felt the thick, hot head of his condom-covered cock nudge against my slick entrance, teasing my sensitive folds. “Alright, my sweety,” he rasped, his voice thick with lust, “I’m gonna claim that tight pussy of yours now… gonna fuck you so deep you’ll feel me for days.”
“Aahhhhh!” I moaned, my eyes fluttering shut as he started to slide his cock inside me, slow and deliberate, stretching my wet pussy with every inch. The sensation was electric, my walls clutching his thick length, the friction sending waves of pleasure crashing through my body, making my toes curl and my breath hitch.
He pushed deeper, unrelenting, until he was buried to the hilt, his crotch pressed flush against my ass. I gasped, overwhelmed by how full I felt, his cock throbbing inside me. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his hands tightening on my waist, fingers biting into my skin.
Then he started to move. He pulled out halfway, the slow drag of his cock making me whimper, before thrusting back in, deep and deliberate. He set a slow, torturous rhythm, each stroke measured but powerful, hitting every sensitive spot inside me. My heart pounded wildly in my chest, my hands gripping the bedsheets so tightly my knuckles turned white. My head dropped forward, my thick braid sliding over my shoulder to brush against the bed, swaying with each of his thrusts.
His low, guttural moans filled the air, mixing with my own desperate sounds. “Goddamn, Nabila, this pussy feels so fucking good wrapped around my cock,” he growled, one hand sliding up to grip my hip harder, the other reaching forward to tug lightly on my braid, pulling my head back just enough to make me arch. “Moan louder for me, baby. Let me hear how much you love getting fucked like this.”
I couldn’t help it-my moans grew louder, raw and needy, as his slow, deep thrusts drove me wild, my pussy clenching tighter around him with every move. “Ranjeet… oh, fuck, don’t stop,” I gasped, my voice trembling, lost in the pleasure of being completely his.
Ranjeet kept fucking me in a steady, relentless rhythm, his thick cock sliding in and out of my soaked pussy, the slick, wet heat of my walls gripping him tightly with every thrust. The air was heavy with the musky scent of our arousal, laced with the salty tang of sweat clinging to our skin.
Each deep push sent electric jolts of pleasure surging through me, my body trembling, my heart racing with a desperate need for him. My hands clawed at the bedsheets, twisting the cool, soft cotton, my knuckles white as I anchored myself against the overwhelming sensation.
Then, with a powerful thrust, he buried his entire length inside me, his cock pulsing hot and heavy against my tight walls, stretching me to my limits. He paused, letting me feel every throbbing inch of him, and I was panting hard, my chest heaving with ragged breaths, each one loud in the charged silence of the room.
The leg propped on the bed ached, the muscle straining in its awkward angle, the dull pain mingling with the fire of pleasure that made my clit throb and my core clench around him, my soul laid bare to his touch.
He sensed my discomfort, his rough hands sliding to my thigh, calloused fingers digging into my soft, trembling flesh as he gently lifted my leg off the bed and set it on the cool hardwood floor, the smooth surface grounding me.
“Can’t let my gorgeous girl hurt when I’m this deep in you,” he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly growl that vibrated against my ear, sending shivers down my spine and straight to my heart.
He leaned forward, his broad chest pressing against my back, the coarse fabric of his shirt scbanging my sweat-slicked skin, tethering me to him in a way that felt like he was claiming my very existence.
His strong hands gripped my upper arms, pulling me upright until my back was flush against his hard, muscular frame, his cock still buried deep inside me, pulsing with heat, making my pussy quiver and drip with need. In that moment, I felt utterly his, my heart pounding with a mix of surrender and fierce love.
His arms slid beneath my underarms, wrapping tightly around my breasts, his forearms crossing just below my neck in a possessive, almost suffocating hold that pinned me against him, as if he could fuse our bodies into one. The heat of his skin, the faint scratch of his arm hair, and the steady thud of his heartbeat against my back overwhelmed me, syncing with the wild, erratic thump of my own pulse. My braid swayed against my shoulder, the coarse strands brushing my collarbone, tickling my overheated skin, a small sensation that grounded me in the storm of our connection.
My golden hoop earrings swayed wildly with each thrust, brushing against my jaw, the cool metal a stark contrast to the heat of my flushed skin. The delicate necklace around my throat bounced against my collarbone, the small pendant tapping rhythmically against my chest, mirroring the pounding of my heart.
With that, he started moving again, his hips jerking with a fierce, desperate intensity. He pulled his cock out almost completely, the slow, torturous drag leaving my pussy aching and empty, my walls clenching with need, before he slammed back in, his hips smacking against my ass with a loud, wet slap that echoed in the room.
The force jolted my body, making my hoop earrings swing wildly and my necklace bounced harder, the pendant tapping against my sweat-dampened chest.
“Aahhhhh!” I moaned, my voice breaking into a raw, pleading cry, my eyes squeezing shut as pleasure and a sharp edge of pain surged through me, my heart aching with how much I needed him, loved him.
He fucked me like I was his entire world, wild and unrestrained, each thrust savage and deep, his cock hitting spots inside me that made my vision blur with stars.
The room filled with the obscene, wet sounds of our bodies colliding, the rhythmic slap of skin on skin mingling with my frantic moans and his low, guttural groans, each sound a testament to our shared hunger.
“Fuck, you take this dick so fucking well, Nabila,” he snarled, his hands tightening on my arms, fingers digging into my skin hard enough to leave marks I’d wear like badges of his love.
One hand slid up to grip my chin, tilting my head back roughly so he could see my face, his thumb brushing over my parted lips, slick with saliva. “Look at you, moaning like my perfect little M***i slut. You love this, don’t you? Love me fucking your dripping pussy until you can’t think straight.”
The term “M***i slut” hit me like a spark, igniting a complex rush of emotions-shock at the raw, filthy edge of it, but also a strange, thrilling pride at being claimed so boldly. My cheeks flushed hotter, a mix of embarrassment and arousal, my heart skipping as I embraced the dirty intimacy of it.
I leaned into his touch, my lips brushing his thumb as I moaned, “ Ohhhh…., Ranjeet……” My voice was raw, shaking with a blend of defiance and surrender, my pussy clenching tighter around him as if to prove my words, my body trembling with the intensity of our bond.
“Harder… Ranjeet… please, fuck your M***i slut harder, make her feel you forever!” I cried, tears spilling down my cheeks, not from shame but from the overwhelming love and desire that consumed me. My hands clawed at his hips, nails digging deeper, desperate to anchor myself to him, to etch this moment into my soul.
“That’s my fucking awesome,” he growled, his thrusts turning even more ferocious, his cock slamming into me with a relentless rhythm that made my legs tremble and my pussy throb, slick and swollen around him.
“Scream for me, Nabila. Let the whole fucking world hear how much you love this cock tearing your tight cunt apart, how much you love being mine.”
My moans escalated into desperate, broken screams, each thrust driving me closer to the edge, my body and soul completely surrendered to his wild, possessive fucking. His arms held me like he’d never let go, his lips brushing my neck with every rough thrust, the faint taste of my sweat on his tongue as he claimed every inch of me.
“I love you, Ranjeet,” I whispered through my cries, my voice barely audible but heavy with truth, my heart laid bare as he fucked me into oblivion, binding us together in a fire that felt like it could burn forever.
He was not wasting any time. His fingers moved swiftly. He undid the button of his trousers. He did not bother with his underwear. He just pushed everything down in one smooth, urgent motion. His pants and underwear pooled around his ankles. He kicked them away. They landed in a heap on the floor.
His cock was now on full display. It was strong. It was stout. It was uncut.
A slow, wicked smile touched my lips.
He noticed my smile. His own grin was pure, masculine pride.
"Look, darling," he said. His voice was a low, possessive growl. "He's very eager to meet you."
His right hand closed around his length. He gave it a single, slow stroke. His eyes never left mine. He walked towards me. He did not break his gaze.
He stopped just behind me. His free hand caressed my bare back. His touch was a trail of fire. His fingers found the button of my jeans. I heard the soft pop as it came undone. Then I heard the slow, deliberate rasp of the zipper.
He pushed the heavy denim down. It slid over my hips. It stopped at my calves. The skinny jeans were tight. I helped him then. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other. He rolled the denim off each of my legs.
I was wearing only my coffee-colored panties. The delicate lace panel was on full display. His breath hitched. It was a sharp, appreciative sound.
He hooked his fingers into the waistband. He did not rush. He slid them down my legs slowly. He was savoring the reveal. The panties fell to the floor. They joined my jeans in a soft heap.
I was now completely naked before him- wet,vulnerable and waiting.
His foot nudged mine firmly, and his deep voice came out like a command, dripping with raw dominance. “Spread your legs, baby… open that sweet pussy for me.”
Like I was his to command, I obeyed instantly, parting my legs wide, my body trembling with anticipation and surrender.
“That’s my good little slut,” he growled approvingly, his voice thick with lust. He shifted behind me, his strong hands gripping my hips as he aligned the swollen head of his cock against my slick entrance, the heat of it teasing my wet folds.
Just as he started to push forward, I froze, realizing he wasn’t wearing a condom. My hand shot to his taut belly, pressing against the hard muscle to stop him. “Wait,” I gasped.
He pulled back slightly, irritation flashing in his dark eyes. “What the fuck’s wrong now?” he snapped, his voice rough with need.
“Condom, please,” I said, my voice firm but shaking from the intensity between us.
He let out an annoyed growl, his jaw tight. “Fuck you and your damn condoms,” he muttered, but then he nodded toward the nightstand. “They’re in the drawer. Grab one, quick.”
I reached over, my fingers fumbling as I yanked open the drawer. Inside, I found a few condom packets scattered among other things. I grabbed one, the foil cool against my heated skin.
I reached back with the condom packet in my trembling hand, offering it to Ranjeet, but he shook his head, a wicked glint in his dark eyes. “I’m not doing that, my sexy girl,” he growled, his voice thick with filthy promise. “You put it on me.”
I frowned, a mix of surprise and heat flooding my cheeks as I straightened up, my body still buzzing from his touch. With slightly shaky fingers, I tore open the foil packet, the sharp rip echoing in the charged silence between us.
“Roll it on too, baby,” he said, his tone low and commanding, a smirk curling his lips as he watched me like a predator sizing up his prey.
I reached for his cock, my fingers wrapping around its thick, pulsing length, hot and heavy in my hand. My breath hitched as I positioned the condom ring at the tip, ready to roll it down, but he stopped me with a firm grip on my wrist. His eyes burned into mine, dark and demanding.
“With your mouth, babe,” he ordered, his voice a rough growl that sent a fresh wave of wetness between my thighs. Before I could respond, he pushed me down gently but firmly, guiding me to my knees on the floor. My heart raced as I looked up at him, his towering frame and hard cock right in front of my face, the air thick with his raw dominance.
“Show me how much you want it,” he murmured, his hand tangling in my hair, tugging just enough to make me moan softly. “Put that pretty mouth to work and get me ready to fuck you.”
My lips parted, a mix of nerves and excitement coursing through me as I leaned forward, the condom still in my hand, ready to obey his dirty command.
I had a red colored cherry flavour lubricated condom in my right hand. I held his thick cock with my left hand and stroked it gently. My fingers were wrapped around his hard shaft, and with my thumb, I gently glided the tender cowl of his dark foreskin back, fully exposing the glistening, purple head.
A single, perfect bead of precum trembled at the slit. I leaned in, my tongue darting out to lick it away. The taste was intoxicating-a sharp, salty tang layered over a deep, primal musk. It was the taste of him, undiluted and raw.
A low, guttural growl ripped from his chest. That was all the encouragement I needed. I gave him a quick, greedy suck, taking the entire head into the hot, wet cavern of my mouth, my tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge before pulling back with a soft pop.
"Fuck... yes," he groaned, his hips jerking forward involuntarily.
Then, I returned to my task. I took the red condom ring, slick with its own lubricant, and pressed it against his tip again. I sealed my lips around it and began to slide down, the suction and pressure of my mouth expertly unfurling the latex. The taste was a strange, sudden shock-an artificial strawberry sweetness that mingled with the salty musk of his skin. It was a bizarre and thrilling combination.
My free hand followed my mouth's descent, smoothing the red sheath down his entire pulsing length until he was fully encased.
When I was done, his entire length was sealed in a slick, bright red layer, ready for me. I stayed there for a moment, my lips still brushing against his base, the sweet, synthetic taste of strawberry still on my tongue.
He didn't let me linger. He yanked my head back by my hair, not painfully, but with an undeniable authority that forced me to look up at him. His face was a mask of pure, savage lust, his eyes burning with an intensity that stole my breath.
Ranjeet’s commanding voice cut through the haze of my desire. “Get up,” he growled, his tone dripping with raw dominance. He pulled me to my feet with a firm tug, his strong hands spinning me around until my back faced him.
With a gentle but insistent push, he bent me forward, my palms pressing into the soft mattress, my body exposed and trembling. His grip shifted to my thigh, rough fingers digging into my flesh as he lifted one leg, hooking it onto the bed. My foot sank into the sheets, leaving me spread wide open, my dripping pussy vulnerable and aching for him.
His hands clamped onto my waist, possessive and unyielding, as he positioned himself behind me. I felt the thick, hot head of his condom-covered cock nudge against my slick entrance, teasing my sensitive folds. “Alright, my sweety,” he rasped, his voice thick with lust, “I’m gonna claim that tight pussy of yours now… gonna fuck you so deep you’ll feel me for days.”
“Aahhhhh!” I moaned, my eyes fluttering shut as he started to slide his cock inside me, slow and deliberate, stretching my wet pussy with every inch. The sensation was electric, my walls clutching his thick length, the friction sending waves of pleasure crashing through my body, making my toes curl and my breath hitch.
He pushed deeper, unrelenting, until he was buried to the hilt, his crotch pressed flush against my ass. I gasped, overwhelmed by how full I felt, his cock throbbing inside me. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his hands tightening on my waist, fingers biting into my skin.
Then he started to move. He pulled out halfway, the slow drag of his cock making me whimper, before thrusting back in, deep and deliberate. He set a slow, torturous rhythm, each stroke measured but powerful, hitting every sensitive spot inside me. My heart pounded wildly in my chest, my hands gripping the bedsheets so tightly my knuckles turned white. My head dropped forward, my thick braid sliding over my shoulder to brush against the bed, swaying with each of his thrusts.
His low, guttural moans filled the air, mixing with my own desperate sounds. “Goddamn, Nabila, this pussy feels so fucking good wrapped around my cock,” he growled, one hand sliding up to grip my hip harder, the other reaching forward to tug lightly on my braid, pulling my head back just enough to make me arch. “Moan louder for me, baby. Let me hear how much you love getting fucked like this.”
I couldn’t help it-my moans grew louder, raw and needy, as his slow, deep thrusts drove me wild, my pussy clenching tighter around him with every move. “Ranjeet… oh, fuck, don’t stop,” I gasped, my voice trembling, lost in the pleasure of being completely his.
Ranjeet kept fucking me in a steady, relentless rhythm, his thick cock sliding in and out of my soaked pussy, the slick, wet heat of my walls gripping him tightly with every thrust. The air was heavy with the musky scent of our arousal, laced with the salty tang of sweat clinging to our skin.
Each deep push sent electric jolts of pleasure surging through me, my body trembling, my heart racing with a desperate need for him. My hands clawed at the bedsheets, twisting the cool, soft cotton, my knuckles white as I anchored myself against the overwhelming sensation.
Then, with a powerful thrust, he buried his entire length inside me, his cock pulsing hot and heavy against my tight walls, stretching me to my limits. He paused, letting me feel every throbbing inch of him, and I was panting hard, my chest heaving with ragged breaths, each one loud in the charged silence of the room.
The leg propped on the bed ached, the muscle straining in its awkward angle, the dull pain mingling with the fire of pleasure that made my clit throb and my core clench around him, my soul laid bare to his touch.
He sensed my discomfort, his rough hands sliding to my thigh, calloused fingers digging into my soft, trembling flesh as he gently lifted my leg off the bed and set it on the cool hardwood floor, the smooth surface grounding me.
“Can’t let my gorgeous girl hurt when I’m this deep in you,” he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly growl that vibrated against my ear, sending shivers down my spine and straight to my heart.
He leaned forward, his broad chest pressing against my back, the coarse fabric of his shirt scbanging my sweat-slicked skin, tethering me to him in a way that felt like he was claiming my very existence.
His strong hands gripped my upper arms, pulling me upright until my back was flush against his hard, muscular frame, his cock still buried deep inside me, pulsing with heat, making my pussy quiver and drip with need. In that moment, I felt utterly his, my heart pounding with a mix of surrender and fierce love.
His arms slid beneath my underarms, wrapping tightly around my breasts, his forearms crossing just below my neck in a possessive, almost suffocating hold that pinned me against him, as if he could fuse our bodies into one. The heat of his skin, the faint scratch of his arm hair, and the steady thud of his heartbeat against my back overwhelmed me, syncing with the wild, erratic thump of my own pulse. My braid swayed against my shoulder, the coarse strands brushing my collarbone, tickling my overheated skin, a small sensation that grounded me in the storm of our connection.
My golden hoop earrings swayed wildly with each thrust, brushing against my jaw, the cool metal a stark contrast to the heat of my flushed skin. The delicate necklace around my throat bounced against my collarbone, the small pendant tapping rhythmically against my chest, mirroring the pounding of my heart.
With that, he started moving again, his hips jerking with a fierce, desperate intensity. He pulled his cock out almost completely, the slow, torturous drag leaving my pussy aching and empty, my walls clenching with need, before he slammed back in, his hips smacking against my ass with a loud, wet slap that echoed in the room.
The force jolted my body, making my hoop earrings swing wildly and my necklace bounced harder, the pendant tapping against my sweat-dampened chest.
“Aahhhhh!” I moaned, my voice breaking into a raw, pleading cry, my eyes squeezing shut as pleasure and a sharp edge of pain surged through me, my heart aching with how much I needed him, loved him.
He fucked me like I was his entire world, wild and unrestrained, each thrust savage and deep, his cock hitting spots inside me that made my vision blur with stars.
The room filled with the obscene, wet sounds of our bodies colliding, the rhythmic slap of skin on skin mingling with my frantic moans and his low, guttural groans, each sound a testament to our shared hunger.
“Fuck, you take this dick so fucking well, Nabila,” he snarled, his hands tightening on my arms, fingers digging into my skin hard enough to leave marks I’d wear like badges of his love.
One hand slid up to grip my chin, tilting my head back roughly so he could see my face, his thumb brushing over my parted lips, slick with saliva. “Look at you, moaning like my perfect little M***i slut. You love this, don’t you? Love me fucking your dripping pussy until you can’t think straight.”
The term “M***i slut” hit me like a spark, igniting a complex rush of emotions-shock at the raw, filthy edge of it, but also a strange, thrilling pride at being claimed so boldly. My cheeks flushed hotter, a mix of embarrassment and arousal, my heart skipping as I embraced the dirty intimacy of it.
I leaned into his touch, my lips brushing his thumb as I moaned, “ Ohhhh…., Ranjeet……” My voice was raw, shaking with a blend of defiance and surrender, my pussy clenching tighter around him as if to prove my words, my body trembling with the intensity of our bond.
“Harder… Ranjeet… please, fuck your M***i slut harder, make her feel you forever!” I cried, tears spilling down my cheeks, not from shame but from the overwhelming love and desire that consumed me. My hands clawed at his hips, nails digging deeper, desperate to anchor myself to him, to etch this moment into my soul.
“That’s my fucking awesome,” he growled, his thrusts turning even more ferocious, his cock slamming into me with a relentless rhythm that made my legs tremble and my pussy throb, slick and swollen around him.
“Scream for me, Nabila. Let the whole fucking world hear how much you love this cock tearing your tight cunt apart, how much you love being mine.”
My moans escalated into desperate, broken screams, each thrust driving me closer to the edge, my body and soul completely surrendered to his wild, possessive fucking. His arms held me like he’d never let go, his lips brushing my neck with every rough thrust, the faint taste of my sweat on his tongue as he claimed every inch of me.
“I love you, Ranjeet,” I whispered through my cries, my voice barely audible but heavy with truth, my heart laid bare as he fucked me into oblivion, binding us together in a fire that felt like it could burn forever.
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