9 hours ago
Scene 10
Kabir's body was taut with pleasure, his hands gripping the sofa cushions.
Kabir: "Oh, yes. I have clicked so many models, but you… you are the hottest I have ever seen. Come, sit now." Oh, haan. Maine itni models ki tasveerein kheenchi hain, lekin tum… tum sabse hot ho jo maine dekhi hain. Aao, ab baitho.
Samrat slowly pulled away from Kabir's penis, a triumphant smirk on his face. He sat back on his heels, giving them space, his gaze eagerly fixed on his wife.
Samrat: "You heard him, my love. Go on." Tumne suna use, meri jaan. Jao.
Ananya looked down at Kabir, a look of pure power in her eyes. She slowly rose from her leaning position and, with deliberate grace, swung her leg over his lap, straddling him. She hovered over him for a moment, teasingly, before slowly lowering herself onto his erection.
A loud, guttural groan was ripped from Kabir’s throat as she took him fully inside her.
Ananya: "Is this a good angle for you, artist?" Kya yeh angle tumhare liye theek hai, kalakaar?
Kabir: "Perfect...As I am fucking her… Samrat… you touch her. I want to see you touching her." Ekdum sahi… Samrat… use chhuo. Main tumhein use chhoote hue dekhna chahta hoon.
Samrat needed no further encouragement. He moved in behind Ananya, his hands immediately finding her breasts, squeezing them gently as he began to kiss the nape of her neck. Ananya moaned, arching her back as she began to move her hips in a slow, hypnotic rhythm.
Samrat: "Always so beautiful, Ananya. So responsive." Hamesha itni khoobsurat, Ananya. Itni responsive.
Ananya: "Just keep touching me. Both of you. Don't stop." Bas mujhe chhoote raho. Tum dono. Rukna mat.
Kabir's body was taut with pleasure, his hands gripping the sofa cushions.
Kabir: "Oh, yes. I have clicked so many models, but you… you are the hottest I have ever seen. Come, sit now." Oh, haan. Maine itni models ki tasveerein kheenchi hain, lekin tum… tum sabse hot ho jo maine dekhi hain. Aao, ab baitho.
Samrat slowly pulled away from Kabir's penis, a triumphant smirk on his face. He sat back on his heels, giving them space, his gaze eagerly fixed on his wife.
Samrat: "You heard him, my love. Go on." Tumne suna use, meri jaan. Jao.
Ananya looked down at Kabir, a look of pure power in her eyes. She slowly rose from her leaning position and, with deliberate grace, swung her leg over his lap, straddling him. She hovered over him for a moment, teasingly, before slowly lowering herself onto his erection.
A loud, guttural groan was ripped from Kabir’s throat as she took him fully inside her.
Ananya: "Is this a good angle for you, artist?" Kya yeh angle tumhare liye theek hai, kalakaar?
Kabir: "Perfect...As I am fucking her… Samrat… you touch her. I want to see you touching her." Ekdum sahi… Samrat… use chhuo. Main tumhein use chhoote hue dekhna chahta hoon.
Samrat needed no further encouragement. He moved in behind Ananya, his hands immediately finding her breasts, squeezing them gently as he began to kiss the nape of her neck. Ananya moaned, arching her back as she began to move her hips in a slow, hypnotic rhythm.
Samrat: "Always so beautiful, Ananya. So responsive." Hamesha itni khoobsurat, Ananya. Itni responsive.
Ananya: "Just keep touching me. Both of you. Don't stop." Bas mujhe chhoote raho. Tum dono. Rukna mat.
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