Niharika's Forbidden Never Ending Hunger(Scene 9 - 10 Videos - 1 Image)

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Scene 7

I pressed wet cheek flat against cold, hard wood of my own bedroom door. My tears falling silent on clean floor tiles. I spent ten years working day and night to build safe, good home for Niharika and daughter Mrunal. But right now, only thing mine was painful, throbbing pain in tight trousers.

Heavy, violent rhythm started.

Thud... Smack... Thud... Smack.

It was loud, wet sound of heavy, soft flesh hitting rough, stringy muscle. My pure wife not lying on back. I could tell by heavy, strong sound of hits. Niharika was on top of him. She bouncing thick, wide hips down on dirty street carpenter with scary, uneducated force.

Our costly, solid wood bedframe screaming. Creak-CRACK. Creak-CRACK.

"Oh... God... Madam..." Madhav’s voice fully broken, groaning loud and deep from chest. He sounded like man crushed by pure, soft wealth, loving every second of pain. "You are too heavy... too tight..."

"Am I, Madhav?" Niharika’s voice came through wood. It was no whisper. It was loud, shameless, breathless gasp. She moaning louder with every heavy bounce. "Ah! Yes... feel how much pure Indian woman you inside now. My high educated husband touches me like glass. But you... ah!... your dirty street heat stretching me fully wide open."

Smack. Smack. Smack. Rhythm got faster. Wet, dirty rub of bodies so loud it covered ceiling fan noise.

I put soft hands over mouth to stop loud sobs. My heart shattering. I took her to hospital when she gave birth. I massaged her tired feet. But she never screamed like this for me.

"Madam... my hands..." Madhav begged, voice shaking with pure, raw lust. "Please... let me touch your heavy chest. They bouncing so hard above my face... I dying, madam..."

Heavy, violent bouncing suddenly slowed to deep, painful grind.

"You starving for them, no?" Niharika moaned, voice full of cruel, motherly control. "You want to taste what my husband’s money feeds. Open your dirty mouth, Madhav. I lowering my heavy 38DD chest right on your face."

Through door, I heard sharp, wet gasp of Madhav taking her in.

Slurp... shhhk... suck. Sound was fully filthy. It was loud, wet, animal sound of starving man sucking heavy, soft peaks of my wife’s full breasts.

"Ahhhh! Yes! Bite it!" Niharika screamed. She fully losing mind. "Drink from me! Drain all pure, warm milk I saving! Suck my heavy chest like wild street dog, Madhav!"

I fully still on floor. My erection so hard like iron burning against stomach. My gentle, sensitive mind horrified, disgusted, fully broken by big disrespect on marital bed. But body hopeless caught by sound of her dark, bad pleasure.

Bed started shaking violent again. Niharika bouncing faster, moans turning loud, continuous, rough cries. Madhav grunting like animal, rough hands slapping loud on her wide, soft hips to pull her down harder.

"Madam... I can't..." Madhav suddenly roared, voice fully raw and scared. "I going to release... I have to pull out... I will ruin your clean sheets..."

"No!" Niharika screamed back, voice full of total, high control. "Do not dare pull out of me! You dirty, low-class carpenter, and you do exact what I order!"

"Madam, please—!"

"Give it to me!" she yelled, voice breaking into fully mad, breaking moan of pure end. "I want your cheap, dirty street heat fully inside me! Ruin me! Fill my pure, traditional body right now, Madhav! Ahhhhh!"

Loud, deep, fully broken roar came from Madhav’s throat. Heavy bedframe slammed one final, brutal time against wall and stopped.

Only sound of their very loud, wet, rough breathing left.

I sat on cold floor outside locked door, fully destroyed. Pure mother of my child just forced dirty, unwashed labourer to fully claim her inside, giving him ultimate, bad gift she swore only to me. My tears fell silent, mixing with dust on floor, while body shook violent with hardest, most breaking physical want of whole life.