25-10-2025, 04:01 PM
Saga 10 - Scene 3 - Husband + Wife + Usman
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Usman’s cock filled Dipa completely as he slammed into her against the sofa armrest. She cried out, her head thrown back, her hands gripping his shoulders.
Dipa: Oh baby… what an amazing feeling! Fuck! Yes! Just like that! I am dripping so much right now… leaking everywhere… my cunt is flooding for your cock!
Usman was pumping his thick rod inside her, holding her firmly by her hips, controlling her movements. Dipa's eyes were closed tightly, lost in total bliss.
Her releases weren't just simple orgasms anymore; they were multiplying, waves of intense pleasure crashing over her with every second, every thrust. She was feeling sensations she hadn't felt before, deeper, sharper, almost painful in their intensity.
Usman: Yeah, you like that, don't you? My old cock stretching your pretty cunt. Feels good knowing I was just eating your shithole? Does that make you wetter?
Dipa: Yes! Oh God, yes! Knowing your tongue was in my ass… and now your cock is in my pussy… it’s making me crazy! Fuck me harder, Usman! Pound this slut cunt!
Usman: Fucking whore. You love being used. Love being filled. Look at you… dripping like a leaky faucet… Is this how you got wet for those beggars too? Do you drip like this when they shove their dirty dicks inside you?
Dipa: Only… only for you… like this… ahhh… you own me… you own this cunt… fill it… please…
Usman: I own every fucking hole on your body. Your mouth, your tits, your cunt, your shithole. All mine. I can do whatever I want with them. Understand?
Dipa: Yes… understand… please… deeper… hit my womb… make me feel you all the way inside…
He changed the angle, lifting her leg higher, driving into her with a new ferocity. She screamed, a raw, animal sound.
Usman: Like that? Feel that? That’s me branding you. Making you mine. Every time your pathetic husband fucks you, you’ll feel my cock instead. You’ll wish it was me stretching you out.
Dipa: Yes… always… only you… please… I’m going to cum again… don’t stop… fuck me through it!
Usman: Oh yeah? You gonna cum on my cock again, you dirty bitch? Let me feel it. Squeeze me! Milk my cock with that tight cunt!
Her orgasm hit her like a physical blow, her body convulsing violently around him, her inner muscles clamping down on his shaft. He roared, pumping into her faster, harder, pushing her over the edge again and again.
Usman: Fucking cunt feels so good… gripping my cock… milking me… you were made for this… made to be fucked like a whore…
Dipa: (sobbing, gasping) Yes… please… cum in me… fill me… breed me… please, Usman… give me your load…
Usman: Not yet… not until you beg properly… tell me what you are…
Dipa: I’m… I’m your whore… your slut… your cunt… please… master… please cum in my pussy…
Usman: Good girl… almost there… almost ready to give my whore her reward…
He was pounding into her with a final, desperate intensity, his own climax building. She was screaming, lost, utterly broken and ecstatic beneath him. The room was filled with the sounds of their fucking, the wet slapping of flesh, her high-pitched cries, his low growls.
Suddenly, Sameer detached himself from the doorway of the dressing room. Stepping into the dim light, trembling, his face a mask of rage, despair, and an agonizing, undeniable arousal.
Sameer. He stood there, watching them, his eyes hollow, his breathing ragged. He looked at his wife, pinned beneath this gangster, screaming for his cum, utterly lost in her degradation. A single tear tracked through the sweat on his cheek. He opened his mouth, and a single, broken word came out, choked with a universe of pain and twisted pleasure.
Sameer: Whore.
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Usman’s cock filled Dipa completely as he slammed into her against the sofa armrest. She cried out, her head thrown back, her hands gripping his shoulders.
Dipa: Oh baby… what an amazing feeling! Fuck! Yes! Just like that! I am dripping so much right now… leaking everywhere… my cunt is flooding for your cock!
Usman was pumping his thick rod inside her, holding her firmly by her hips, controlling her movements. Dipa's eyes were closed tightly, lost in total bliss.
Her releases weren't just simple orgasms anymore; they were multiplying, waves of intense pleasure crashing over her with every second, every thrust. She was feeling sensations she hadn't felt before, deeper, sharper, almost painful in their intensity.
Usman: Yeah, you like that, don't you? My old cock stretching your pretty cunt. Feels good knowing I was just eating your shithole? Does that make you wetter?
Dipa: Yes! Oh God, yes! Knowing your tongue was in my ass… and now your cock is in my pussy… it’s making me crazy! Fuck me harder, Usman! Pound this slut cunt!
Usman: Fucking whore. You love being used. Love being filled. Look at you… dripping like a leaky faucet… Is this how you got wet for those beggars too? Do you drip like this when they shove their dirty dicks inside you?
Dipa: Only… only for you… like this… ahhh… you own me… you own this cunt… fill it… please…
Usman: I own every fucking hole on your body. Your mouth, your tits, your cunt, your shithole. All mine. I can do whatever I want with them. Understand?
Dipa: Yes… understand… please… deeper… hit my womb… make me feel you all the way inside…
He changed the angle, lifting her leg higher, driving into her with a new ferocity. She screamed, a raw, animal sound.
Usman: Like that? Feel that? That’s me branding you. Making you mine. Every time your pathetic husband fucks you, you’ll feel my cock instead. You’ll wish it was me stretching you out.
Dipa: Yes… always… only you… please… I’m going to cum again… don’t stop… fuck me through it!
Usman: Oh yeah? You gonna cum on my cock again, you dirty bitch? Let me feel it. Squeeze me! Milk my cock with that tight cunt!
Her orgasm hit her like a physical blow, her body convulsing violently around him, her inner muscles clamping down on his shaft. He roared, pumping into her faster, harder, pushing her over the edge again and again.
Usman: Fucking cunt feels so good… gripping my cock… milking me… you were made for this… made to be fucked like a whore…
Dipa: (sobbing, gasping) Yes… please… cum in me… fill me… breed me… please, Usman… give me your load…
Usman: Not yet… not until you beg properly… tell me what you are…
Dipa: I’m… I’m your whore… your slut… your cunt… please… master… please cum in my pussy…
Usman: Good girl… almost there… almost ready to give my whore her reward…
He was pounding into her with a final, desperate intensity, his own climax building. She was screaming, lost, utterly broken and ecstatic beneath him. The room was filled with the sounds of their fucking, the wet slapping of flesh, her high-pitched cries, his low growls.
Suddenly, Sameer detached himself from the doorway of the dressing room. Stepping into the dim light, trembling, his face a mask of rage, despair, and an agonizing, undeniable arousal.
Sameer. He stood there, watching them, his eyes hollow, his breathing ragged. He looked at his wife, pinned beneath this gangster, screaming for his cum, utterly lost in her degradation. A single tear tracked through the sweat on his cheek. He opened his mouth, and a single, broken word came out, choked with a universe of pain and twisted pleasure.
Sameer: Whore.
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