12-12-2025, 07:38 PM
I closed the final distance and kissed his lips passionately, giving him my taste, my soft mouth opening against his filthy, cracked lips, my tongue sliding slow and deliberate past them, licking the inside of his mouth, curling around his tongue, sucking it gently, sharing my breath, my saliva, my desperation in a deep, wet, hungry kiss that lasted seconds but felt like eternity, my boobs crushed against his chest, mangalsutra chain tickling his skin, my pussy mound grinding against his cock over the saree as the kiss deepened, tongues dancing filthy and urgent, my moan vibrating into his mouth.
I pulled back just enough to whisper frantic, lips still on his, “Stop him… or lose my pussy forever…”
He dropped the knife.
Lust won.
He lunged at the tall thief, grabbing his arm, “Wait! Stop!”
The tall thief spun, confused, crowbar in hand.
The deal was on.
My pussy had saved the 2 lakhs.
For now.
The negotiation would decide the terms, my body for my son’s future.
I stood trembling, yellow saree disheveled, boobs aching from his squeezes, pussy wet with fear and relief, ready to pay the price.
The shorter thief looked at me, eyes burning, cock still hard.
The tall thief demanded, “What the fuck?”
The shorter one pointed at me, “She offers her pussy instead… fuck her… leave the money…”
The tall thief's eyes shifted to my boobs, my ass cheeks, my deep navel.
He lowered the crowbar.
The seduction had spread.
My pussy would have to satisfy both to save the cash.
My son’s tomorrow depended on how well I fucked these thieves.
I swallowed hard, tears drying, voice steady, “Yes… fuck my pussy… take my boobs… but leave the cupboard alone…”
The deal was sealed.
My body the currency.
The 2 lakhs safe.
My pussy the savior.
The night was just beginning.
The tall thief spun around, crowbar still in hand, face twisted in rage and confusion.
“What the fuck are you doing? The cupboard is open! Grab the money and let’s go!” he barked, stepping toward the bundles inside.
The shorter thief stood frozen, cock straining hard in his pants, eyes locked on me, breathing heavy, the taste of my passionate kiss still on his filthy lips.
I saw my chance.
I moved fast, stepped between them, and hugged his short thief, crushing my boobs against his chest over the yellow blouse, mangalsutra chain brushing his neck, my hand sliding down to rub his cock through his pants.
The tall thief yelled, “Don’t listen to this whore! With 2 lakhs we can buy ten pussies better than hers! Grab the cash and run!”
I ignored him, turned fully to the shorter thief, looked deep into his eyes, voice low and dripping with raw promise, “He is wrong. With money you buy whores. Cheap whores who fake moans. Me? I am a hot beautiful wife. My pussy is real. My boobs are full for you. I know exactly how to make your cock happy. I will ride you slow, milk your balls dry, let you cum inside my pussy again and again. No whore will ever give you what I can.”
The shorter thief groaned, cock twitching under my rubbing hand, eyes dropping to my boobs, then to my deep navel, then to the shape of my ass cheeks under the yellow saree.
The tall thief stepped closer, grabbed his partner’s shoulder, “Snap out of it! She is playing you! We need that money! Get the fuck out of here with me!”
I did not stop.
I grabbed the shorter thief’s hand, placed it on my left boob over the yellow blouse, made him squeeze my nipple, and whispered, “Feel how hard my nipple is for you? Only for you. I know what your body wants. I will suck your cock, swallow your cum, spread my pussy lips and beg you to fuck me deep. He cannot give you this. Only I can.”
The shorter thief’s eyes glazed with lust, hand squeezing my boob harder, cock leaking through his pants.
The tall thief yelled louder, “Don’t fall for her! She is just a desperate bitch! Money now, pussies later!”
I smiled filthy at the shorter thief, voice husky, “He is scared because he knows no paid pussy will ever feel like mine. Come to the bed… let me show you…”
I stepped back slowly toward the double bed, eyes locked on the shorter thief, and began removing my yellow saree in a teasing way.
I pulled the pallu off my shoulder slow, let it slide down my boobs, revealing the yellow blouse hugging my boobs tight, mangalsutra swinging free.
I unwrapped the saree from my waist, layer by layer, turning so he saw the shape of my ass cheeks under the petticoat, until the yellow saree pooled at my feet.
I stood in yellow blouse and petticoat, boobs heaving, deep navel naked, mangalsutra resting between my boobs.
“Come to the bed…” I whispered again, voice dripping sex.
The shorter thief took one step toward me, drooling, cock throbbing visibly in his pants.
The tall thief grabbed his arm hard, “We need that money! Don’t be stupid!”
I ignored him, began unhooking my yellow blouse, one hook at a time, slow and deliberate.
First hook—top of my boobs exposed, white bra peeking.
Second hook—more cleavage, mangalsutra chain falling deeper between my boobs.
Third hook—white bra fully visible, cups hugging my boobs, nipples dark and hard against the white bra.
The shorter thief stared, mouth open, drool literally dripping from his filthy lips, cock jumping, totally tempted, body shaking with need.
The tall thief tried hard, grabbed his partner’s shoulders, shook him, “Don’t look! She is tricking you! Grab the cash!”
I was desperate.
The 2 lakhs were seconds from vanishing.
I removed the yellow blouse completely, let it drop, stood in white bra and petticoat, boobs rising and falling, mangalsutra shining between them.
Then I reached for the white nada of my yellow petticoat, pulled the knot loose slow, teasing, “I am about to remove my petticoat… you will see my maroon panties hugging my pussy and ass cheeks… all for you… come… fuck me… save the money…”
The shorter thief groaned loud, eyes locked on my hands, cock jumping, totally tempted, body shaking with need.
The tall thief tried hard, grabbed his partner’s shoulders, shook him, “Don’t look! She is tricking you! Grab the cash!”
But the shorter thief’s eyes never left me.
My petticoat string dangled loose.
One pull and it would fall.
My pussy in maroon panties would be his reward.
The tall thief’s voice cracked with panic.
The shorter thief’s cock ruled him now.
My seduction held the 2 lakhs by a thread.
My body the only weapon left.
I smiled filthy, voice pure sin, “Choose me… choose my pussy…”
The shorter thief took another step toward the bed.
The tall thief cursed.
The cupboard door hung open.
The bundles waited.
My pussy waited.
The final battle for my son’s future raged between money and lust.
And I was winning.
The tall thief’s face turned red with fury, crowbar gripped tight in his fist, eyes darting between the open cupboard bundles and his partner staring at me like a starving dog.
“You idiot! The money is right here! Grab it and run!” he roared, stepping closer to the cupboard.
The shorter thief stood frozen, cock throbbing visibly in his pants, eyes locked on my half-naked body, drool shining on his filthy lips.
I knew this was the climax.
One wrong move and the 2 lakhs were gone forever.
My son’s degree, his future, everything rested on breaking the shorter thief completely, right now.
I let the loose white nada of my yellow petticoat dangle, teasing, then pulled it slow.
The petticoat loosened, slid down my hips, revealed my maroon panties hugging my pussy and ass cheeks tight, the maroon panties soaked at the front where my pussy had leaked during the struggle.
I stepped out of the petticoat, kicked it aside, stood in only white bra and maroon panties, boobs heaving in the white bra, mangalsutra swinging between them, pussy mound outlined clearly under the maroon panties, ass cheeks round and naked except for the thin maroon strip disappearing between them.
The shorter thief groaned loud, hand dropping to rub his cock through his pants, eyes wide, totally lost.
The tall thief lunged forward, grabbed his partner’s arm hard, shook him, “Look at me! The money! We take the 2 lakhs and leave this bitch!”
I moved faster.
I reached behind my back, unhooked my white bra slow, let the straps slide down my shoulders, held the cups in place with one arm across my boobs, teasing, “You want these boobs? Full, real, nipples hard only for you…”
The shorter thief nodded dumbly, cock jumping in his pants.
I let the white bra fall.
My boobs spilled free, heavy, nipples dark and erect, mangalsutra chain resting in the valley between them.
I cupped my boobs with both hands, squeezed them together, lifted them toward him, “Come… suck my nipples… bite them… they are yours…”
The shorter thief took two steps toward me, drooling harder, hand rubbing his cock frantically.
The tall thief slapped his partner’s face, grabbed his cheeks, forced eye contact, “Wake up! She is nothing! Money now!”
I was beyond desperate.
The 2 lakhs were inches from the tall thief’s hands.
I hooked my fingers into the waistband of my maroon panties, pulled them down slow, inch by inch, revealing my pussy lips shaved smooth, wet and glistening, clit swollen.
I let the maroon panties drop to my ankles, stepped out naked except for the mangalsutra shining between my boobs.
I turned, bent slightly, spread my ass cheeks with both hands, showed him my asshole and pussy from behind, then turned back, spread my pussy lips with two fingers, showing the pink inside, whispering raw and filthy, “This pussy… this asshole… all for you… fuck me any way you want… cum inside me… but save my son’s money…”
The shorter thief broke.
He shoved the tall thief hard, roared, “Fuck the money! I want her pussy!”
The tall thief stumbled back, crowbar clattering to the floor.
The shorter thief lunged at me, grabbed my naked boobs, squeezed hard, mouth crashing onto mine, filthy lips devouring me.
I had won.
The 2 lakhs were safe.
My naked body the price.
The tall thief stood stunned, watching his partner grab my ass cheeks, rub his cock against my naked pussy, lost to lust.
I pulled the shorter thief toward the bed, lay back naked, spread my legs wide, pussy lips open, mangalsutra resting between my boobs, and whispered, “Fuck me… take me… the money stays…”
The seduction climax sealed the deal.
My pussy victorious.
My son’s 2 lakhs untouched.
The tall thief cursed, but the shorter one was already between my thighs, cock out, ready to claim his prize.
The night of payment began.
My body for my son’s future.
I spread wider, ready to give everything.
I pulled back just enough to whisper frantic, lips still on his, “Stop him… or lose my pussy forever…”
He dropped the knife.
Lust won.
He lunged at the tall thief, grabbing his arm, “Wait! Stop!”
The tall thief spun, confused, crowbar in hand.
The deal was on.
My pussy had saved the 2 lakhs.
For now.
The negotiation would decide the terms, my body for my son’s future.
I stood trembling, yellow saree disheveled, boobs aching from his squeezes, pussy wet with fear and relief, ready to pay the price.
The shorter thief looked at me, eyes burning, cock still hard.
The tall thief demanded, “What the fuck?”
The shorter one pointed at me, “She offers her pussy instead… fuck her… leave the money…”
The tall thief's eyes shifted to my boobs, my ass cheeks, my deep navel.
He lowered the crowbar.
The seduction had spread.
My pussy would have to satisfy both to save the cash.
My son’s tomorrow depended on how well I fucked these thieves.
I swallowed hard, tears drying, voice steady, “Yes… fuck my pussy… take my boobs… but leave the cupboard alone…”
The deal was sealed.
My body the currency.
The 2 lakhs safe.
My pussy the savior.
The night was just beginning.
The tall thief spun around, crowbar still in hand, face twisted in rage and confusion.
“What the fuck are you doing? The cupboard is open! Grab the money and let’s go!” he barked, stepping toward the bundles inside.
The shorter thief stood frozen, cock straining hard in his pants, eyes locked on me, breathing heavy, the taste of my passionate kiss still on his filthy lips.
I saw my chance.
I moved fast, stepped between them, and hugged his short thief, crushing my boobs against his chest over the yellow blouse, mangalsutra chain brushing his neck, my hand sliding down to rub his cock through his pants.
The tall thief yelled, “Don’t listen to this whore! With 2 lakhs we can buy ten pussies better than hers! Grab the cash and run!”
I ignored him, turned fully to the shorter thief, looked deep into his eyes, voice low and dripping with raw promise, “He is wrong. With money you buy whores. Cheap whores who fake moans. Me? I am a hot beautiful wife. My pussy is real. My boobs are full for you. I know exactly how to make your cock happy. I will ride you slow, milk your balls dry, let you cum inside my pussy again and again. No whore will ever give you what I can.”
The shorter thief groaned, cock twitching under my rubbing hand, eyes dropping to my boobs, then to my deep navel, then to the shape of my ass cheeks under the yellow saree.
The tall thief stepped closer, grabbed his partner’s shoulder, “Snap out of it! She is playing you! We need that money! Get the fuck out of here with me!”
I did not stop.
I grabbed the shorter thief’s hand, placed it on my left boob over the yellow blouse, made him squeeze my nipple, and whispered, “Feel how hard my nipple is for you? Only for you. I know what your body wants. I will suck your cock, swallow your cum, spread my pussy lips and beg you to fuck me deep. He cannot give you this. Only I can.”
The shorter thief’s eyes glazed with lust, hand squeezing my boob harder, cock leaking through his pants.
The tall thief yelled louder, “Don’t fall for her! She is just a desperate bitch! Money now, pussies later!”
I smiled filthy at the shorter thief, voice husky, “He is scared because he knows no paid pussy will ever feel like mine. Come to the bed… let me show you…”
I stepped back slowly toward the double bed, eyes locked on the shorter thief, and began removing my yellow saree in a teasing way.
I pulled the pallu off my shoulder slow, let it slide down my boobs, revealing the yellow blouse hugging my boobs tight, mangalsutra swinging free.
I unwrapped the saree from my waist, layer by layer, turning so he saw the shape of my ass cheeks under the petticoat, until the yellow saree pooled at my feet.
I stood in yellow blouse and petticoat, boobs heaving, deep navel naked, mangalsutra resting between my boobs.
“Come to the bed…” I whispered again, voice dripping sex.
The shorter thief took one step toward me, drooling, cock throbbing visibly in his pants.
The tall thief grabbed his arm hard, “We need that money! Don’t be stupid!”
I ignored him, began unhooking my yellow blouse, one hook at a time, slow and deliberate.
First hook—top of my boobs exposed, white bra peeking.
Second hook—more cleavage, mangalsutra chain falling deeper between my boobs.
Third hook—white bra fully visible, cups hugging my boobs, nipples dark and hard against the white bra.
The shorter thief stared, mouth open, drool literally dripping from his filthy lips, cock jumping, totally tempted, body shaking with need.
The tall thief tried hard, grabbed his partner’s shoulders, shook him, “Don’t look! She is tricking you! Grab the cash!”
I was desperate.
The 2 lakhs were seconds from vanishing.
I removed the yellow blouse completely, let it drop, stood in white bra and petticoat, boobs rising and falling, mangalsutra shining between them.
Then I reached for the white nada of my yellow petticoat, pulled the knot loose slow, teasing, “I am about to remove my petticoat… you will see my maroon panties hugging my pussy and ass cheeks… all for you… come… fuck me… save the money…”
The shorter thief groaned loud, eyes locked on my hands, cock jumping, totally tempted, body shaking with need.
The tall thief tried hard, grabbed his partner’s shoulders, shook him, “Don’t look! She is tricking you! Grab the cash!”
But the shorter thief’s eyes never left me.
My petticoat string dangled loose.
One pull and it would fall.
My pussy in maroon panties would be his reward.
The tall thief’s voice cracked with panic.
The shorter thief’s cock ruled him now.
My seduction held the 2 lakhs by a thread.
My body the only weapon left.
I smiled filthy, voice pure sin, “Choose me… choose my pussy…”
The shorter thief took another step toward the bed.
The tall thief cursed.
The cupboard door hung open.
The bundles waited.
My pussy waited.
The final battle for my son’s future raged between money and lust.
And I was winning.
The tall thief’s face turned red with fury, crowbar gripped tight in his fist, eyes darting between the open cupboard bundles and his partner staring at me like a starving dog.
“You idiot! The money is right here! Grab it and run!” he roared, stepping closer to the cupboard.
The shorter thief stood frozen, cock throbbing visibly in his pants, eyes locked on my half-naked body, drool shining on his filthy lips.
I knew this was the climax.
One wrong move and the 2 lakhs were gone forever.
My son’s degree, his future, everything rested on breaking the shorter thief completely, right now.
I let the loose white nada of my yellow petticoat dangle, teasing, then pulled it slow.
The petticoat loosened, slid down my hips, revealed my maroon panties hugging my pussy and ass cheeks tight, the maroon panties soaked at the front where my pussy had leaked during the struggle.
I stepped out of the petticoat, kicked it aside, stood in only white bra and maroon panties, boobs heaving in the white bra, mangalsutra swinging between them, pussy mound outlined clearly under the maroon panties, ass cheeks round and naked except for the thin maroon strip disappearing between them.
The shorter thief groaned loud, hand dropping to rub his cock through his pants, eyes wide, totally lost.
The tall thief lunged forward, grabbed his partner’s arm hard, shook him, “Look at me! The money! We take the 2 lakhs and leave this bitch!”
I moved faster.
I reached behind my back, unhooked my white bra slow, let the straps slide down my shoulders, held the cups in place with one arm across my boobs, teasing, “You want these boobs? Full, real, nipples hard only for you…”
The shorter thief nodded dumbly, cock jumping in his pants.
I let the white bra fall.
My boobs spilled free, heavy, nipples dark and erect, mangalsutra chain resting in the valley between them.
I cupped my boobs with both hands, squeezed them together, lifted them toward him, “Come… suck my nipples… bite them… they are yours…”
The shorter thief took two steps toward me, drooling harder, hand rubbing his cock frantically.
The tall thief slapped his partner’s face, grabbed his cheeks, forced eye contact, “Wake up! She is nothing! Money now!”
I was beyond desperate.
The 2 lakhs were inches from the tall thief’s hands.
I hooked my fingers into the waistband of my maroon panties, pulled them down slow, inch by inch, revealing my pussy lips shaved smooth, wet and glistening, clit swollen.
I let the maroon panties drop to my ankles, stepped out naked except for the mangalsutra shining between my boobs.
I turned, bent slightly, spread my ass cheeks with both hands, showed him my asshole and pussy from behind, then turned back, spread my pussy lips with two fingers, showing the pink inside, whispering raw and filthy, “This pussy… this asshole… all for you… fuck me any way you want… cum inside me… but save my son’s money…”
The shorter thief broke.
He shoved the tall thief hard, roared, “Fuck the money! I want her pussy!”
The tall thief stumbled back, crowbar clattering to the floor.
The shorter thief lunged at me, grabbed my naked boobs, squeezed hard, mouth crashing onto mine, filthy lips devouring me.
I had won.
The 2 lakhs were safe.
My naked body the price.
The tall thief stood stunned, watching his partner grab my ass cheeks, rub his cock against my naked pussy, lost to lust.
I pulled the shorter thief toward the bed, lay back naked, spread my legs wide, pussy lips open, mangalsutra resting between my boobs, and whispered, “Fuck me… take me… the money stays…”
The seduction climax sealed the deal.
My pussy victorious.
My son’s 2 lakhs untouched.
The tall thief cursed, but the shorter one was already between my thighs, cock out, ready to claim his prize.
The night of payment began.
My body for my son’s future.
I spread wider, ready to give everything.
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