Adultery Wife's Submission to husband's Enemy

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She came then — violently — thighs clamping his wrist, back bowing off the bed, a wailing, sobbing scream

that went on and on: “I’M COMING… ON ICE… FOR YOU… AHHHHHHHHHH!”

Karthik watched every second — cock jerking untouched, tears on his cheeks.

Vikram rose. Dropped his pants.

Ten thick, veined inches sprang free — dripping.

He positioned her on hands and knees — facing the camera directly.

“Look at your pathetic husband while I fuck you,” he growled.

Shailaja lifted her head. Eyes locked on Karthik’s humiliated face on the screen.

Vikram entered her in one brutal stroke — her pussy still chilled inside from the ice, the sudden heat of his

cock making her scream louder than ever: “TOO BIG… TOO DEEP… AHHHHHH… SPLITTING ME…

AAAAAAHHHHHH!”

He fucked her hard — relentless — hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back so her breasts bounced

wildly, mangalsutra swinging, navel still glistening with meltwater trails.

“Tell him,” Vikram snarled.

“I love his cock…” she sobbed between screams. “So much bigger than yours… filling every inch… the ice

made me so fucking sensitive… I can feel every vein… every thrust… AHHHH… I’M HIS SLUT NOW…

AAAAAAHHHH!”

Karthik sobbed openly — cock leaking steadily.

Vikram flipped her onto her back.

Legs hooked over his shoulders — deep, punishing angle.

He pounded straight down — brutal cervix kisses — each one forcing a fresh scream from her: “DEEPER… HIT

IT… AHHHH… BREAK ME… AAAAAAHHHH!”

He grabbed another ice cube.

Pressed it between her breasts while he fucked her — letting it melt and run in cold rivers over her stomach,

pooling in her navel again.

She came again — screaming his name by mistake — “VIKRAM… YES… FUCK… AHHHHHHHH!”

He didn’t stop.

Flipped her sideways — spooning position — one leg lifted high.

Fucked her from behind while reaching around to rub a fresh ice cube directly on her clit.

The dual sensation — hot cock stretching her, freezing pressure on her clit — made her scream continuously

— hoarse, shattered wails that filled both rooms.

Karthik begged — voice cracking: “Please… let me come… please…”

Vikram looked straight into the camera.

“Come now, cuck,” he commanded. “Kneeling on your floor like a dog while I breed your wife again — while

the last ice melts inside her cunt and mixes with my cum.”

Karthik’s body jerked violently.

Thick ropes shot across the carpet — untouched — while he sobbed.

Vikram slammed deep one final time — grinding — and emptied inside her with a low groan.

Shailaja shattered again — longest scream of the night — body convulsing, pussy pulsing, milking every drop

while cold meltwater and hot cum leaked out around his shaft.

When he finally pulled out, a thick, obscene river followed — pearly white swirled with clear, chilled traces.

Shailaja collapsed — trembling, wrecked, still whimpering.

Vikram brushed sweat-soaked hair from her face.

“Round four,” he murmured. “On your back again. Legs wide. I want your husband to watch me fuck his bride

until she can’t scream anymore.”

She looked up at him — eyes glassy, lips parted, body shivering from cold and overstimulation.

“Yes…” she whispered hoarsely.

The monitor still showed Karthik — kneeling, spent, cock softening in a pool of his own cum, face streaked

with tears.

Vikram smiled at the camera.

“Stay there,” he told Karthik. “Don’t move. Don’t touch yourself again. Just watch.”

He reached for another ice cube.

And began again.

Outside, Gurgaon glittered coldly.

Inside, the night stretched on — screams, ice, and utter surrender.











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