11-12-2025, 05:58 PM
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He hesitated for one heartbeat one thin moment of doubt then reminded himself why he was doing this.
Vishal leaned in, still pressing his hard bulge snug against Vani’s ass.
Vishal: Then, ma’am…”
His voice was barely a whisper, but heavy enough to sink into her spine.
Vani’s breath hitched.
Vani: “E-excuse me…”
Her voice fluttered a protest twisted with something dangerously close to a moan.He didn’t give her time to gather her strength.He caught her cheek, turned her face toward him, and crashed his mouth onto her soft red lips.She stiffened shocked her hands pushing lightly at his chest for the first few seconds. But soon the heat took her over. Their breaths tangled. Saliva mixed. Her lips trembled under his. She tried to hold back the sound rising in her throat.A faint, “…ahh…” escaped her despite herself.
While their mouths locked, his rough hand slid down, cupping her ass through the red pencil skirt bold, hungry, claiming. Her hesitation cracked. Her body shivered in a way she hadn’t allowed in so long not since before marriage, not since any man had touched her like this.
He lifted her easily, guiding her down onto the table.Papers slid to the floor.
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She lay there breathless, cheeks burning with shame and want, her skirt riding high up her thighs. Her heavy breasts rose and fell, the tight white shirt straining. She turned her face to the side, unable to meet his gaze embarrassed, guilty, aroused. A married woman… nearly twice his age… trembling for him.Vishal drank in every inch of her.His hand found the hem of her skirt and pushed it higher.[img]<a href=[/img]![[Image: TA-2025-12-11-12-04-44-Punjabivol-2833987269-0.png]](https://i.ibb.co/LDxxF0pT/TA-2025-12-11-12-04-44-Punjabivol-2833987269-0.png)
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Vani: “Vishal… what are you doing…?”
Her voice cracked a blend of fear, lust, and helpless confusion.
He didn’t answer. He didn’t need to.His eyes said everything dark, hungry, sure.He exposed the edge of her pink panties… soaked through. A thin string of wetness clung to the fabric.His cock throbbed painfully at the sight.
Vishal: “I’ve been waiting for this, Vani ma’am… You know that. Every time we touched… every time you trembled.”
She shook her head weakly, but her body betrayed her completely.He slid her panties aside didn’t remove them, just bared what he wanted.Her pussy glistened, wet enough that the fabric clung to her before peeling away.
His fingers dipped between her folds, rubbing that slick, swollen heat then pushed two fingers inside her in one slow, deliberate thrust.Vani gasped sharply, covering her mouth with her hand. They were still in the office. The building was quiet.Her eyes squeezed shut as the wet squelch shlup echoed too loudly.
It had been almost a year since her husband touched her.And twenty years since any other man.
Vishal watched his fingers disappear inside her, the wetness coating him to the knuckle.
Vishal: “Look at this… seems like I gave it a little too much.”
Vani: “…shut up…”
Her cheeks flamed humiliated, burning, needy.
He didn’t let up.His other hand grabbed those breasts the ones every man in the office secretly fantasized about. His fingers sank into the soft weight, groping hard. She arched instinctively.
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Vani: “S-stop… ahh… mmm…”
He squeezed harder, his thumb brushing her nipple through the bra. His other hand stayed on her thigh, dangerously close to her soaked slit.
Vishal: “You’re not just a competent manager, ma’am… you’re a woman who’s been starved of pleasure.”
She tried to glare, but her lip trembled. Her fair cheeks were flushed pink. Her hands pushed weakly at his wrist, but every touch of his sent another throb between her legs.
Vani: “You… you can’t do this…”
Her voice strengthened barely.
She jerked his hand off her breast, trying to gather control.
Vani: “Stop it. You can’t.”
He paused but only for a breath.
His thumb brushed her cheek.
Vishal: “Strange… you’re suddenly worried about me, ma’am?”
Vani: “Stop this nonsense.”
He smirked.
Vishal: “Disappointed me, honestly. With a body this youthful? I can’t help being greedy.”
He picked up a pen from the table pressed the cool tip softly to her breast, tracing downward along the curve of her shirt, along her waist, her navel… inching toward her skirt.Her thighs squeezed shut, but the heat in her eyes betrayed her.
Inside her mind, she was screaming at herself to stop.To pull back.To run.But every time he touched her, the fire in her body flared stronger.Her pussy throbbed.Her breath went shallow.Her heart pounded in her ears.
Vani: “…stop it…”
She pushed him away harder this time.She rose, adjusting her skirt with trembling hands.
Vani: “After hearing you talk like this… I’ve lost all my respect.”
She turned toward the door, heart hammering.
Vani: “I’ll leave first. You come out later.”
Because in her mind, she knew the truth
If he touched her again, even once more… she wouldn’t have the strength left to stop.
Vishal leaned in, still pressing his hard bulge snug against Vani’s ass.
Vishal: Then, ma’am…”
His voice was barely a whisper, but heavy enough to sink into her spine.
Vani’s breath hitched.
Vani: “E-excuse me…”
Her voice fluttered a protest twisted with something dangerously close to a moan.He didn’t give her time to gather her strength.He caught her cheek, turned her face toward him, and crashed his mouth onto her soft red lips.She stiffened shocked her hands pushing lightly at his chest for the first few seconds. But soon the heat took her over. Their breaths tangled. Saliva mixed. Her lips trembled under his. She tried to hold back the sound rising in her throat.A faint, “…ahh…” escaped her despite herself.
While their mouths locked, his rough hand slid down, cupping her ass through the red pencil skirt bold, hungry, claiming. Her hesitation cracked. Her body shivered in a way she hadn’t allowed in so long not since before marriage, not since any man had touched her like this.
He lifted her easily, guiding her down onto the table.Papers slid to the floor.
[img]<a href=[/img]
She lay there breathless, cheeks burning with shame and want, her skirt riding high up her thighs. Her heavy breasts rose and fell, the tight white shirt straining. She turned her face to the side, unable to meet his gaze embarrassed, guilty, aroused. A married woman… nearly twice his age… trembling for him.Vishal drank in every inch of her.His hand found the hem of her skirt and pushed it higher.[img]<a href=[/img]
" />Vani: “Vishal… what are you doing…?”
Her voice cracked a blend of fear, lust, and helpless confusion.
He didn’t answer. He didn’t need to.His eyes said everything dark, hungry, sure.He exposed the edge of her pink panties… soaked through. A thin string of wetness clung to the fabric.His cock throbbed painfully at the sight.
Vishal: “I’ve been waiting for this, Vani ma’am… You know that. Every time we touched… every time you trembled.”
She shook her head weakly, but her body betrayed her completely.He slid her panties aside didn’t remove them, just bared what he wanted.Her pussy glistened, wet enough that the fabric clung to her before peeling away.
His fingers dipped between her folds, rubbing that slick, swollen heat then pushed two fingers inside her in one slow, deliberate thrust.Vani gasped sharply, covering her mouth with her hand. They were still in the office. The building was quiet.Her eyes squeezed shut as the wet squelch shlup echoed too loudly.
It had been almost a year since her husband touched her.And twenty years since any other man.
Vishal watched his fingers disappear inside her, the wetness coating him to the knuckle.
Vishal: “Look at this… seems like I gave it a little too much.”
Vani: “…shut up…”
Her cheeks flamed humiliated, burning, needy.
He didn’t let up.His other hand grabbed those breasts the ones every man in the office secretly fantasized about. His fingers sank into the soft weight, groping hard. She arched instinctively.
[img]<a href=[/img]
" />Vani: “S-stop… ahh… mmm…”
He squeezed harder, his thumb brushing her nipple through the bra. His other hand stayed on her thigh, dangerously close to her soaked slit.
Vishal: “You’re not just a competent manager, ma’am… you’re a woman who’s been starved of pleasure.”
She tried to glare, but her lip trembled. Her fair cheeks were flushed pink. Her hands pushed weakly at his wrist, but every touch of his sent another throb between her legs.
Vani: “You… you can’t do this…”
Her voice strengthened barely.
She jerked his hand off her breast, trying to gather control.
Vani: “Stop it. You can’t.”
He paused but only for a breath.
His thumb brushed her cheek.
Vishal: “Strange… you’re suddenly worried about me, ma’am?”
Vani: “Stop this nonsense.”
He smirked.
Vishal: “Disappointed me, honestly. With a body this youthful? I can’t help being greedy.”
He picked up a pen from the table pressed the cool tip softly to her breast, tracing downward along the curve of her shirt, along her waist, her navel… inching toward her skirt.Her thighs squeezed shut, but the heat in her eyes betrayed her.
Inside her mind, she was screaming at herself to stop.To pull back.To run.But every time he touched her, the fire in her body flared stronger.Her pussy throbbed.Her breath went shallow.Her heart pounded in her ears.
Vani: “…stop it…”
She pushed him away harder this time.She rose, adjusting her skirt with trembling hands.
Vani: “After hearing you talk like this… I’ve lost all my respect.”
She turned toward the door, heart hammering.
Vani: “I’ll leave first. You come out later.”
Because in her mind, she knew the truth
If he touched her again, even once more… she wouldn’t have the strength left to stop.
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