9 hours ago
Scene 11
Samrat’s hands roamed her body, his lips on her shoulder, while Kabir’s hands gripped her waist, pulling her down fucking her harder with each of her movements. The pleasure was cresting, becoming an unbearable, exquisite wave. Ananya threw her head back, her eyes wild.
Ananya: "Fuck me, Kabir. Fuck me harder! Samrat… take our photos." Chodo mujhe, Kabir. Aur zor se chodo! Samrat… hamari photos lo.
For a heartbeat, the rhythm stuttered. Kabir’s eyes widened, and he let out a guttural groan, obeying instantly as his hips drove up to meet hers with renewed, savage force. Samrat pulled back, his face a mask of utter shock that quickly melted into a wide, exhilarated grin.
Samrat: "My god, yes. Fucking brilliant." Hey bhagwan, haan. Fucking kamaal hai.
He scrambled off the sofa, his movements urgent. He snatched Kabir’s camera from the table where it lay forgotten, his hands surprisingly steady as he lifted it to his eye. The lens focused, framing his wife as she rode another man.
CLICK.
The sound was a gunshot in the room, electrifying all of them.
Kabir: "Like this? Is this hard enough for you?" Aise? Yeh kaafi zor se hai tumhare liye?
Ananya: "Yes! Oh god, yes! Don't stop!" Haan! Oh bhagwan, haan! Rukna mat!
Samrat moved around them, his voice taking on the commanding tone of a director.
Samrat: "Ananya, look at me! Let me see your face! Kabir, grab her ass. Harder!" Ananya, mujhe dekho! Mujhe apna chehra dekhne do! Kabir, uski gaand pakdo. Aur zor se!
CLICK. CLICK-CLICK.
Kabir’s hands clamped down on her buttocks, his fingers digging into her flesh as he hammered into her. Ananya cried out, her eyes locking with the camera lens, with her husband behind it. The sight, the sound, the feeling—it was all blurring into one overwhelming sensory explosion.
Ananya: "I'm close, I'm so close!" Main kareeb hoon, main bahut kareeb hoon!
Kabir: "Me too… fuck…" Main bhi… fuck…
Samrat: "Hold it… hold that expression, Ananya! Yes! Climax for me now! Show me everything!" Roko… wahi expression rakho, Ananya! Haan! Ab mere liye climax karo! Mujhe sab kuch dikhao!
Samrat’s hands roamed her body, his lips on her shoulder, while Kabir’s hands gripped her waist, pulling her down fucking her harder with each of her movements. The pleasure was cresting, becoming an unbearable, exquisite wave. Ananya threw her head back, her eyes wild.
Ananya: "Fuck me, Kabir. Fuck me harder! Samrat… take our photos." Chodo mujhe, Kabir. Aur zor se chodo! Samrat… hamari photos lo.
For a heartbeat, the rhythm stuttered. Kabir’s eyes widened, and he let out a guttural groan, obeying instantly as his hips drove up to meet hers with renewed, savage force. Samrat pulled back, his face a mask of utter shock that quickly melted into a wide, exhilarated grin.
Samrat: "My god, yes. Fucking brilliant." Hey bhagwan, haan. Fucking kamaal hai.
He scrambled off the sofa, his movements urgent. He snatched Kabir’s camera from the table where it lay forgotten, his hands surprisingly steady as he lifted it to his eye. The lens focused, framing his wife as she rode another man.
CLICK.
The sound was a gunshot in the room, electrifying all of them.
Kabir: "Like this? Is this hard enough for you?" Aise? Yeh kaafi zor se hai tumhare liye?
Ananya: "Yes! Oh god, yes! Don't stop!" Haan! Oh bhagwan, haan! Rukna mat!
Samrat moved around them, his voice taking on the commanding tone of a director.
Samrat: "Ananya, look at me! Let me see your face! Kabir, grab her ass. Harder!" Ananya, mujhe dekho! Mujhe apna chehra dekhne do! Kabir, uski gaand pakdo. Aur zor se!
CLICK. CLICK-CLICK.
Kabir’s hands clamped down on her buttocks, his fingers digging into her flesh as he hammered into her. Ananya cried out, her eyes locking with the camera lens, with her husband behind it. The sight, the sound, the feeling—it was all blurring into one overwhelming sensory explosion.
Ananya: "I'm close, I'm so close!" Main kareeb hoon, main bahut kareeb hoon!
Kabir: "Me too… fuck…" Main bhi… fuck…
Samrat: "Hold it… hold that expression, Ananya! Yes! Climax for me now! Show me everything!" Roko… wahi expression rakho, Ananya! Haan! Ab mere liye climax karo! Mujhe sab kuch dikhao!
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