01-03-2026, 05:01 PM
Chapter-70:
Khurram looked at her with a silent question and saw her lips twitching.
"Take me from here", a straight request...her bottom lip was bitten.
"Kiss me again", Khurram growled back.
Tanvi didn’t wait for a second. Her lips crushed against his large lips, slobbering him once again.
She crooned at the old man, when she felt him lifting her one more time, turning back, he took the next steps...forward...upstairs...
She trembled as goosebumps filled her entire body...with anticipation...he was taking her to his home...to his bedroom...to fulfill what she wanted...
A distressed whimper of contentment came out of her throat when she heard the voice in her head hollering her pussy's glee by knowing that the bulge she set her eyes the moment she saw underneath the newspaper...the very day she stole a glance on his mammoth manhood...she was going to get it...
She thought that cold lizards were creeping from both of her splayed feet that hung at both sides of the brawny old man's hips with every step he took upward...to her destination...
It was just like her subconscious imagined and lusted for...without her heart's acknowledgement...
At last!
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They were on the small veranda outside her home, the same place where she sucked Dattu in his sleep, at the very same place where Sanjoth and Safiya had sex. Between her struggle, she realized with a relief that the corridor was dark, the light came out from her slightly open door, the rest, silent and still, no one around.
And the worse, she was still hung in mid-air, balanced by the vile old man, grinning from ear to ear at her misery, and adding the fact that, her cunt sank another inch down on his wretchedly thick cock, making her wince with pain, and shudder with pleasure.
She was exposed to the core.
Now, without any remote chance of help.
Absolutely exposed to her entirety, in all it's vulgarity, to whole world to see her having sex, being fucked, or rather she fucking another man other than her husband.
"Khurramji, pleeease, I beg you...you took my everything, I beg you to stop, I will do anything but take me from here, pleeeeese", she cried and tears smothered his neck.
"Well, you like being on display, don't you, slut? You like this...I can feel your damn cunt, bitch, you are not asking to take you away, you are begging to be fucked, like this, outside, for everyone to see you, fucking me...a man who is not your husband...you want to show everyone how much of a slut you really are, don't you, bitch?", he growled back as he pulled her up a bit, and brought her down in one swift motion of his arms.
His curses didn't go inside her head.
Tanvi shuddered as her cunt loosened a bit and then tightened over his girth, again. Deep inside she knew that he was telling the truth. Her carnally depraved subconscious literally made her cunt clench and unclench on his shaft, making it a fact...an unspoken fact of truth.
"Bitch", Khurram grunted between his teeth and walked a bit forward and slowly sat on the steps that went upto his apartment.
With tears smoking her eyes, Tanvi looked sideways, the steps that went down to the parking lot, where the Auto brought her kids daily, where Dattu brought milk everyday, and then behind her, another set of steps descended to the mini-jungle, to the running trail that she ran everyday, opening to the very same area where a turn sideways opened to Mehta's apartment.
Tanvi shivered with humiliated embarrassment and helpless pleasure when she felt her feet touching the steps as Khurram sat on his ass. The cold cement at her feet sent her into another set of shudders.
"Move it, slut. If you are good enough, then I will take you inside. Otherwise, anyone...listen to me properly, anyone walking in will hear you and catch you fucking me. I have nothing to lose, if you feel the same, then be here. If you want me to take you inside, fuck me as I like...you know me well", he kept holding her legs through her under-thighs with his two large palms spreading her ass-cheeks, wide, to a point that she felt he was about to split her into two.
She was fully aware a while ago about her trapped situation. There was nothing or no one to turn to for help.
Using her last bit of energy, Tanvi pushed down on her feet, and lifted herself up...sliding herself up from where she was firmly placed on Khurram's lap. Her throat went dry and before her throat could release the painful whimper, she felt herself sitting back, gliding down, on his slippery thing, it was her own body-weight that forced her actions.
"Arrrggh, YESS", Khurram grunted loudly as he held her ass spread and wide, as much as he could to ensure the motion of her body helped him to penetrate more of her.
Tanvi couldn’t help anything. She knew it was a lost case. Though she reeled with the exposure, she didn't want to get caught. Without prompting, she caught his face into a tight grip, and slanting her head to side, opened her mouth wide, and clamped it on his slightly spread lips...into a kiss...a carnal...a viciously animal kiss.
Khurram, though expected it to happen, didn't think that the young mother would cave in so quickly. He returned her kiss, with equal vigor. He, himself was shocked that Tanvi didn't sprang away from him when he took her outside. It was a test, and she surpassed all his guesses. From what he gathered so far, he had seen the mobile photo of a fair bodied woman running naked in the Complex a few months earlier and guessed it to be Tanvi. When he made her strip at the gym to take some liberties, he guessed the naked streak that she held, but never in his wildest dream did he thought she would turn into a wild-cat by witnessing how she kissed him.
The odd couple were literally in heat.
Tanvi couldn’t stop pulling her long and lizard-like tongue out from Khurram's mouth as he pulled and pushed her to bounce on his shaft. It was slow, but the effect was there. Her feet helped to make every bounce count. Each time she dropped down, her cunt tried to take more of his length inside her.
Despite all her tries, she couldn't stop her body, her pussy from stopping to respond...
Tanvi grunted into the old man's mouth with added frustration of disappointment. Swearing silently between their combined moans and whines, Tanvi fumbled her body over his froth coated shaft and the way it was pointed straight and angled directly into her hole made her suffocate and unable to breathe properly. She clamped her legs around Khurram's naked waistline, adding more friction, creating more stress, and finally she felt that she was answering the wild call of her sinning pussy.
Suddenly, Tanvi pulled away from the kiss. Her bounces ceased into nothingness.
Khurram looked at her with a silent question and saw her lips twitching.
"Take me from here", a straight request...her bottom lip was bitten.
"Kiss me again", Khurram growled back.
Tanvi didn’t wait for a second. Her lips crushed against his large lips, slobbering him once again.
She crooned at the old man, when she felt him lifting her one more time, turning back, he took the next steps...forward...upstairs...she trembled as goosebumps filled her entire body...with anticipation...he was taking her to his home...to his bedroom...to fulfill what she wanted...what her cunt called in since the moment she set her eyes on his bulge...underneath the newspaper...the day she stole a glance on his mammoth manhood...she was going to get it...just as her subconscious imagined without her heart's acknowledgement...at last!
Khurram took extremely calculated steps upwards carrying the one woman balanced to his hips with her pussy tied to his cock. He looked into the dreamy green eyes that were hardly open to take another image of the female who defied him all through but now, was tied to his cock. Her grudge and hostility long disappeared and replaced by the very same emotion that reflected from his face...animal lust...her long tongue that danced inside his mouth was the very oath of testimony about her lost sex-battle.
He was deliberate to ensure his slow pace so that to avoid pulling her away from her reverie. Khurram opened the main door, without breaking their kiss, he walked into his bedroom where the dark walls gave the aura of unlimited sex that awaited...for the young mother.
Despite her eyes half-closed, Tavni shuddered as if the dark bedroom gave her cold blisters all over...but, somewhere deep inside her pussy, a space screeched it's desperate hunger to be tainted and soiled to completeness by the old man...
Khurram leaned his upper body and placed her slowly over the dark mattress.
The very moment that Tanvi expected the old man to pounce on her, the exact opposite happened. She was bewildered, confused, lost and more than everything, gravely disappointed! "Why!! Why!!! Why NOOOTT???", she heard herself shouting at Khurram.
Khurram pulled his shaft out of her in a quick move leaving her confused and at the edge of crying. She whimpered when the large old man pulled her shoulders and placed her in a way till she was fully splayed and splooted over the large mattress. It made her upper body and torso balance on her folded elbows. Upper-half of her body was now half-sitting, allowing her to closely capture every move he made...or was about to make...on her young body...
Khurram looked like a wild predator to her scared eyes...as if he was about to pounce on her...his poor prey.
Tanvi heard him grunting as he lowered his weight onto the young wife, pinning her in place.
She mewled and whined softly and never realized her legs parting to offer his welcome.
“I wanted you here, Tanvi, just like how I imagined a thousand times, since the first day you walked into this house with that Banana Muffin of yours, I wanted you just like this, your legs spread for me, waiting and begging me to lick...and FUCK...you all over", Khurram whispered into her ear as he extended his tongue and rolled it's pointed edge up and down her neck.
Tanvi couldn't say anything, and failed to find audible words. But her body responded, trying to swirl herself away from his grasp, overwhelmed by the erotic sensations from her leaking pussy. Despite that minor movement, she just remained how she was, on her elbows, sweaty and fair breasts heaving at his gaze, her deep red-colored nipples engorged to a bursting point of hardness.
Hearing what Khurram whispered into her ears brought those exact images inside her head immediately. She saw herself walking and entering Khurram's home for the first time carrying the Banana Muffins that she baked. The next image in her head made her groan...it was of the old man himself...shoving one of her Banana Muffins and ramming into her spread pussy...and the next moment...like a real wild animal, tearing eating that muffin soaked and drenched with her pussy liquids like a man possessed...
Just by imagining that, Tanvi's eyes closed automatically below Khurram as her train of thoughts were questioning why the wretched old man did not do this to her on the first day itself..."Why Not?"...would she have said no...maybe yes....if that happened already then all this torture she was enduring would have ceased to exist and she would've already been the most disgraced wife walking on the earth already...her grunts turned into moans with all such thoughts.
She wanted to escape...She wanted to stay...Somehow her body started to revolt but with that action her legs spread further wide that was in direct conflict to what she felt...confused...baffled and convoluted at her emotional and physical duress.
But, Khurram held her in place. And the only thing she managed to do was rubbing her pussy against his hardness that was now wedged between their bodies.
Khurram, using his long arms, slowly moved her hands up, and pinned to stretch both hands over her head, while his tongue licked down her shoulder blades and danced all around her ears, face, chin, cheek, nose, back on her neck. With the pace of a wild dog, his mouth found her breasts and she felt his grip on her hands becoming less and while she struggled to breath few gulps of air, she felt his large hands starting massaging each one of her breasts and simultaneously, with his mouth, Khurram flicked her nipples by catching those raspberry colored nubbins between his thick lips and tongue into hard squishes.
Tanvi's brain left the last brink of consciousness with the kind of physical pleasure the old man was delivering on her body and the only thing she could do was to continue grinding her wet hole against his cock. It was so close, but too far at the same time...Tanvi was miserably aching to scold him for not inserting this tool back inside her, she wanted to feel the filling girth of that inhuman penis piercing her dirty-hole once again. Instead her hands moved from both sides and slowly held the back of his bald head...her fingers trailed all over it's slick skin...with a dirty howl of pleasured moan....she watched him mauling and persecuting her nipples, again and again.
With the most beautiful set of breasts and reddened nipples he had ever seen, free to use and abuse as he wanted to, Khurram dived back to her soft mounds, taking one nipple at a time into his mouth, swirling it with his tongue, and moving to other, without stopping at her protesting and welcoming ones.
With seconds, her red colored nipples stood proud and thrusting towards his mouth with blood engorged hardness, as if her nipples were challenging him for a duel...Tanvi's chest shimmered with yellowish-golden luminescence as the outcoming of Khurram's slobbering saliva that he coated and covered her entire upper torso till neck.
“Aaarghmmm”, Tanvi groaned as Khurram's rough tongue scbangd over her soft areolas and then moved to the underside of her breasts and tickled her rib-cage that forced her eyes to close, almost losing herself with intoxicating pleasure.
Khurram took turns feasting sloppily over both of Tanvi's breasts...just like how he told her earlier...not leaving a single inch un-licked. He sucked, slavered and suckled until her both breasts, and sides were soaked with his saliva. With a satisfied grunt, he worked his way down to her navel. The moment he found her belly-button, he pointed his tongue and pushed. A loud groan along with a shudder made Tanvi jolt when she found a new pleasure point of her body being unlocked. He thrusted in and out of her tiny hole, soaking and smothering it and all around her waist.
Then he stopped.
Tanvi's eyes fluttered open and she pushed on her elbows up a bit to check why he stopped.
Khurram stopped to see her reaction, her face, to check if she had surrendered.
Tanvi couldn’t move even if she wanted to, and she didn't protest. With clear vision of Khurram's large head moving towards it's target, her shock knew no bounds but her legs automatically spread wider...wider...she clearly saw how her legs lifted up, spreading to both sides, in slow motion, allowing, silently permitting, as if she was completely drugged by the dirty old man...and the groan she heard in her half-sex-crazed state told her clearly that the wretched old man was about to tear away the last line of her life's defenses.
Yet, her legs spread wider in primal reflex to accept the wicked old man...once again...
Without breaking their eye-lock, Khurram lowered his head between her legs and started to lick her pussy lips. It was slow for first few licks, then his thick tongue started to move from the starting point of her asshole right to the end where her clit stood engorged, out of it's sensitive sheath, thrusted out from her wet pubic hair...his slurps stimulated every single nerve-ending of her pussy and clitoris. Every flick on it made her open and close her eyes with pleasure-filled muffled groans.
Tanvi whimpered with a half-raged tone at Khurram for his slow pace that he was exercising to lick circles around the inside walls of her pussy. She thrusted her hips up to aid him when he reached his left hand around her thigh and pressed his thumb to connect with her clit along with another few gentle rubs on it's slithery surface.
“Mmmm-ooh-hhhmmm”, Tanvi cried as her hips buckled with her thighs closing hard around his bald-head. "Sooo-good", a dirty voice inside her head screamed, making her face redden with shame.
She questioned herself on why she was giggling like a teenager but that giggle intensified her girlish muffles to grow to higher pitch.
“Oooh...mmmm”, Tanvi whimpered, with both her hands still holding Khurram's head, bucked her hips up and down on his dark mattress to match Khurram's pace of lapping her pussy.
His face dropped further down and his tongue pushed forward to enter the young mother's soaked and smothered pussy...driving onto her married-hole...ramming straight into it. Khurram's tongue went and thrusted deeper in Tanvi's pussy-hole. Each time he made that shove, she jerked at the intrusion with a sharp cry, and when he retracted his tongue she mewled with disappointed grunt in feedback. Listening to his young slut's whining and whimpers, Khurram pushed back in...retracted again. He repeated the process till Tanvi's hips started to rock against his mouth, seeking his tongue. He mimicked fucking her pussy with his tongue.
Tanvi felt her legs go numb and her toes curl along with a long groan of satisfied surprise when her orgasm hit to release a torrent of transparent cum onto Khurram's face...mouth...tongue. Her brain had travelled too far from reality to care anymore. When she opened her mouth to protest at being prodded, his tongue drove further into her pussy depth, like a small sized cock, making her cry to get caught in mid-way of her appreciating moan.
"Ooooh-God", her throat allowed a moan of hunger. Khurram suppressed a winning groan when she saw Tanvi's tongue obscenely hanging outwards as if she wanted to taste the liquid that the old man was churning out of her pussy. Tanvi couldn't stop the force of her orgasm when his large size fingers, pinched her clit slowly and released it, she saw stars, and her hips drove up in absolute crazed speed to release what she held...despite her best efforts, she grunted with frustration as it didn't arrive...
"Ooooooh-gaaaaaawd", she hollered as loud as she could, without any care of what she was doing, who she was with, and to whom she kept her legs spread like a characterless woman, to whose mouth did she locked her pussy against, and her cries clearly conveying that she was completely unwilling to let go of the sensational orgasmic bliss she underwent. Tanvi held her arms extended to the maximum it could stretch to both sides, hands digging into Khurram's dark bedsheet. She gripped the sheet like her life depended on that grip as her orgasm ricocheted through her entire body like a gun's barrel, sporadically bucking every time when Khurram lashed her cunt with his tongue...through and between her orgasmic release.
Khurram's face was soaked with her pussy liquids. He knew she was ready and he didn’t intend to miss this window of opportunity he’d worked so hard to create. It was time to finally throw patience to the winds and reward himself for all the painful planning and tiresome efforts with which he’d played this game up to this point. He withdrew his tongue and slowly reclined back while looking at the gloriously spent woman below and in front of his face. The once rebellious and protesting wife of another man, laying naked on his bed, whimpering and squirming with the heat of the pleasure he just finished delivering to her, and the same woman who was now ready with her wide-spread legs...welcoming him silently...beckoning him with her glazed green eyes to take ownership of her body with an approving moan which came out of her chest wholeheartedly...
Hearing her groan with that silent 'ask', Khurram leaned forward and prepared to mount the beautiful Japanese-Indian woman who failed to stop that silent plea.
Tanvi's mind slowly moved out from her orgasm, finally taking in her surroundings again. She saw Khurram almost on top of her.
“Tell me, tell me you want this, bitch”, Khurram said as he moved onto the bed between her legs. "Tell me"
Tanvi wanted to shout at the old man for not fucking her mindlessly, as he did earlier. Instead, he was asking her to beg him to fuck her, her entire body trembled and she felt her elbows losing it's energy when she struggled to find words.
A ray of hope glimmered in her head when she saw the giant man lining up his majestic python against her pussy, between her absolutely spread legs.
Still, from one side of her brain, Tanvi heard her voice screaming to run back to her home, to shut the door of her house, to be done and away from this madness. Yet, she laid where she was, her eyes widened with shock when she saw her knees bending, feet lifting up, welcoming the vile old man, with all her willingness.
Tanvi almost screamed when she looked between her legs, where the menacingly large cock was lined up and about to creep it's way back into her, once again. Her face was painted with lust. She felt his large cock-head pushing, teasing the entrance to her pleasure hole.
“Do it, Khurramji", a low, whispering voice came out of her along with a moan as her eyes closed back with her lush black hair resting over his dark bed.
"Say it. Tell me again”, Khurram growled and paused his movements.
The pause from the old man...the maddening pause...it made Tanvi's anger inflame to another notch...she cried out of frustration.
“I...don’t”, her words came out tight, breathless, and her hips betrayed her again, bucking harder and trying to make contact with his cock-head. "So close", the same annoying voice echoed inside her head.
Khurram grinned wickedly and shifted the angle of his hips, and when she thrusted her hips up in response, his thick penis-head slipped a bit lower, sliding past her clit, past the soft petals of her flesh and barely traced into her pussy entrance.
The sudden stretch and the intense burn made her whimper, with her legs catching the large man's hips, in an auto-instinct.
“Aaargggh…”, she hissed, her hands flying to his chest, though she didn’t push him away. There were no words, only silent approval. She wanted it...she was desperate...her pussy cried and caterwauled to be taken...
Khurram's grin widened. "That's it, slut...take it...it's yours"
"Naaaaaah", Tanvi gasped, it was so close, yet so far. Her hips bucked, hard, and her lips bit against each other, with another loud cry leaving her chest. The only voice she heard in her head was the old man's....His words "it's yours"...clung and echoed like a boomerang all through her head, from head to toe and back.
The python was hers now...all hers!
Khurram laughed in a low growl. "It was a win", he heard his voice repeating in his head.
With the last of her resistance slipping away, Khurram pushed her onto her back completely to a relaxed stance...her beautiful legs sploot upwards in an inviting mode. He loomed over her, his penis poised at her entrance, his large body looking down at her heaving chest.
“Look at me”, he growled again.
Her eyes flicked up, meeting him. Heat flared in his gaze, with a dominance that rooted her to the bed. The rest of the world vanished; there was only the weight of him between her thighs, the scent of sex, thick in the air around them, and the severe pounding inside her head. Tanvi's breath caught. She didn’t nod, she didn’t say yes, she couldn't...but, her thighs parted and opened further more...leaving the hold off and away from his hips...allowing him a free reign!
Khurram moved a bit, pushing his hips forward, but this time, the stretch of her violated pussy created a gluttral groan from both...the burn of her stretch created a fire of immense heat inside her violated pussy like it was a molten volcanic liquid that came from the deepest core of her woman-hole!
Khurram pushed his length into the completely subdued wife, cutting her off in her final protest.
Her breath got stuck. Her pussy screamed at the intrusion but welcomed the painful sensations that his cock made inside it.
Khurram ensured to use his muscular power to lodge his penis to penetrate the same length that was inside her earlier, with one thrust, with that one powerful stroke, his cock was inside Tanvi, once again!
For a split-second, Khurram sat on his shins, with a winning grin on his face as he looked down to their jointly connected place, where his cock was firmly buried, deep inside the beautiful young mother of two children...his wish literally coming true with all it's fulfillment.
The way he forced his shaft got her into pain of immeasurable limits, but it was a freakingly pain from pleasure-heaven, for some unknown reason, her body enjoyed it, her cunt was overjoyed. In the most primal form, it was the hurt of a woman who took a man without any care to the entire world.
After a minute of allowing her time to breathe, Khurram moved slightly, very little.
Tanvi choked herself as she felt suffocated beyond anything that she experienced to that time. It wondered her poor brain on why each time the old man filled her it felt like his thing was tearing her into pieces. Possibly due to the way she was previously held up standing over the old man, her back was not supported with a comforting cushion behind her like this time.
She was bothered and shocked beyond words about the fact that Khurram milked her pussy with his fingers to it's fullest and thus, there wasn't anything left inside her, making her woman-hole vacuum to get stuffed to it's brim. She felt his penis entering and reaching areas of her pussy that were never touched by any other man's thing, and her entire vaginal nerve endings screamed with pleasure...and pain...yet she heard the damning voice inside her head howling for more!
“Mmmmmm", Tanvi yelped in a muffled cry, and looked up at the old man who was tearing her to the last remaining core with a primal expression. His penis remained unmoving while she forcefully rolled her hips on it, trying to coax him...begging him silently...to fuck her.
Tanvi groaned and howled under him, frustrated, wanting more of his cock but also taking time to get accustomed to the size of the phallus that invaded her. Khurram enjoyed the way Tanvi's cunt was milking his cock. Before she could realize and react, Khurram pulled his hips back, pulling almost all of his cock out of her and then slammed it back into her...one blow...one...heavyweight...inhuman forced blow...
“Oh-Gaaaaawd”, Tanvi screeched and her arms gripped Khurram's hands to find some leverage from the pain she felt with the animalistic intrusion.
Khurram slowly pulled back and made another hard thrust into Tanvi, driving the same length that he penetrated in his last blow, eliciting deeper groans from both of them. He continued his slow backward movement, making the young mother fully aware of what his cock was doing to her poor pussy, reshaping it, remoulding it, and finally owning her and sudden bolts of thrusts back into her.
Tanvi's legs went up behind him and wrapped around his waist, pulling the old man closer and deeper into her with every thrust he delivered.
“Ugh...ugh...ufff...mmm...ugh”, Tanvi's groans turned it's tone into the blissful moans of a woman in pleasure. With each of the old man's hard thrusts, her voice grew high and higher. Both recognised it, one with shame and other with glee. She was going to release what Khurram churned from her pussy...again...another orgasm. The very recognition confused her to the core as how and why hee body, her pussy was responding in such a way to the man whom she hated so much...more than that...he was forcing himself on her...yet, she accepted it happening...utter and complete surrender...
“Cum now, bitch. Cum on my cock, NOWW!”, Khurram roared as he sent one more heavy thrust into her, digging as deep as her hole would permit. Hitting all the fiery nerves inside her torn pussy. His voice and ask sent her over the last edge that was holding on. Her brain exploded with pleasure as her cunt gripped his shaft as her pussy released it's cum once again. She reeled by the orgasm that was not stopping...it just came out...like bullets moving out of it's barrel...never ceasing...and recoiling back to launch another blast...
Despite her pussy clenching hard over Khurram's girth and length, he continued to push through her contractions, fucking her right through her culmination.
Tanvi's entire body convulsed and contorted as her pussy punishingly propelled her juices...her legs shuddered like she was getting electrocuted...her cries were so loud and wanton that made Khurram feel whether she was in her senses or turned into another being...
Finally, once she felt her orgasm subsiding a little bit, Khurram pulled back until just his penis-head remained inside her, with a devilish grin, he thrust into her as hard as he could, once again trying to lodge him entirely into her, but couldn't...he wasn't happy, but nailing the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen, was more that enough to fill his appetite.
Her nails dug into his biceps, her legs clamped tight behind his ass. Khurram took this opportunity by leaning forward, pressing his lips against her partially opened mouth. During that orgasmic bliss, Tanvi accepted his lips and tongue like she kissed her husband, Sanjoth during their closer days, kiss of passion, kiss with tenderness. Her long tongue ran inside the old man's sloppy cavity. She found his tongue and twirled over it, sucked over it's boneless strength, silently as if she was asking his permission to kiss harder.
All the while they kissed, Tanvi lost into their kiss, while Khuram continued his slow deliberate pace of pounding and pulling her cunt with his cock.
“Mmmmm", Tanvi moaned and crooned around his tongue, completely forgetting how and why she was embracing the old man like he was her long lost lover. She was forced to turn her head sideways, when Khurram pulled away from their kiss and planted soft nibbles on her upturned neck. The perverseness of their mutual combination killed inside her head yet she groaned and willingly accepted him to pleasure her body...pleasure her pussy...like no one did to her...ever!
Khurram was ready for the final phase.
Khurram looked at her with a silent question and saw her lips twitching.
"Take me from here", a straight request...her bottom lip was bitten.
"Kiss me again", Khurram growled back.
Tanvi didn’t wait for a second. Her lips crushed against his large lips, slobbering him once again.
She crooned at the old man, when she felt him lifting her one more time, turning back, he took the next steps...forward...upstairs...
She trembled as goosebumps filled her entire body...with anticipation...he was taking her to his home...to his bedroom...to fulfill what she wanted...
A distressed whimper of contentment came out of her throat when she heard the voice in her head hollering her pussy's glee by knowing that the bulge she set her eyes the moment she saw underneath the newspaper...the very day she stole a glance on his mammoth manhood...she was going to get it...
She thought that cold lizards were creeping from both of her splayed feet that hung at both sides of the brawny old man's hips with every step he took upward...to her destination...
It was just like her subconscious imagined and lusted for...without her heart's acknowledgement...
At last!
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They were on the small veranda outside her home, the same place where she sucked Dattu in his sleep, at the very same place where Sanjoth and Safiya had sex. Between her struggle, she realized with a relief that the corridor was dark, the light came out from her slightly open door, the rest, silent and still, no one around.
And the worse, she was still hung in mid-air, balanced by the vile old man, grinning from ear to ear at her misery, and adding the fact that, her cunt sank another inch down on his wretchedly thick cock, making her wince with pain, and shudder with pleasure.
She was exposed to the core.
Now, without any remote chance of help.
Absolutely exposed to her entirety, in all it's vulgarity, to whole world to see her having sex, being fucked, or rather she fucking another man other than her husband.
"Khurramji, pleeease, I beg you...you took my everything, I beg you to stop, I will do anything but take me from here, pleeeeese", she cried and tears smothered his neck.
"Well, you like being on display, don't you, slut? You like this...I can feel your damn cunt, bitch, you are not asking to take you away, you are begging to be fucked, like this, outside, for everyone to see you, fucking me...a man who is not your husband...you want to show everyone how much of a slut you really are, don't you, bitch?", he growled back as he pulled her up a bit, and brought her down in one swift motion of his arms.
His curses didn't go inside her head.
Tanvi shuddered as her cunt loosened a bit and then tightened over his girth, again. Deep inside she knew that he was telling the truth. Her carnally depraved subconscious literally made her cunt clench and unclench on his shaft, making it a fact...an unspoken fact of truth.
"Bitch", Khurram grunted between his teeth and walked a bit forward and slowly sat on the steps that went upto his apartment.
With tears smoking her eyes, Tanvi looked sideways, the steps that went down to the parking lot, where the Auto brought her kids daily, where Dattu brought milk everyday, and then behind her, another set of steps descended to the mini-jungle, to the running trail that she ran everyday, opening to the very same area where a turn sideways opened to Mehta's apartment.
Tanvi shivered with humiliated embarrassment and helpless pleasure when she felt her feet touching the steps as Khurram sat on his ass. The cold cement at her feet sent her into another set of shudders.
"Move it, slut. If you are good enough, then I will take you inside. Otherwise, anyone...listen to me properly, anyone walking in will hear you and catch you fucking me. I have nothing to lose, if you feel the same, then be here. If you want me to take you inside, fuck me as I like...you know me well", he kept holding her legs through her under-thighs with his two large palms spreading her ass-cheeks, wide, to a point that she felt he was about to split her into two.
She was fully aware a while ago about her trapped situation. There was nothing or no one to turn to for help.
Using her last bit of energy, Tanvi pushed down on her feet, and lifted herself up...sliding herself up from where she was firmly placed on Khurram's lap. Her throat went dry and before her throat could release the painful whimper, she felt herself sitting back, gliding down, on his slippery thing, it was her own body-weight that forced her actions.
"Arrrggh, YESS", Khurram grunted loudly as he held her ass spread and wide, as much as he could to ensure the motion of her body helped him to penetrate more of her.
Tanvi couldn’t help anything. She knew it was a lost case. Though she reeled with the exposure, she didn't want to get caught. Without prompting, she caught his face into a tight grip, and slanting her head to side, opened her mouth wide, and clamped it on his slightly spread lips...into a kiss...a carnal...a viciously animal kiss.
Khurram, though expected it to happen, didn't think that the young mother would cave in so quickly. He returned her kiss, with equal vigor. He, himself was shocked that Tanvi didn't sprang away from him when he took her outside. It was a test, and she surpassed all his guesses. From what he gathered so far, he had seen the mobile photo of a fair bodied woman running naked in the Complex a few months earlier and guessed it to be Tanvi. When he made her strip at the gym to take some liberties, he guessed the naked streak that she held, but never in his wildest dream did he thought she would turn into a wild-cat by witnessing how she kissed him.
The odd couple were literally in heat.
Tanvi couldn’t stop pulling her long and lizard-like tongue out from Khurram's mouth as he pulled and pushed her to bounce on his shaft. It was slow, but the effect was there. Her feet helped to make every bounce count. Each time she dropped down, her cunt tried to take more of his length inside her.
Despite all her tries, she couldn't stop her body, her pussy from stopping to respond...
Tanvi grunted into the old man's mouth with added frustration of disappointment. Swearing silently between their combined moans and whines, Tanvi fumbled her body over his froth coated shaft and the way it was pointed straight and angled directly into her hole made her suffocate and unable to breathe properly. She clamped her legs around Khurram's naked waistline, adding more friction, creating more stress, and finally she felt that she was answering the wild call of her sinning pussy.
Suddenly, Tanvi pulled away from the kiss. Her bounces ceased into nothingness.
Khurram looked at her with a silent question and saw her lips twitching.
"Take me from here", a straight request...her bottom lip was bitten.
"Kiss me again", Khurram growled back.
Tanvi didn’t wait for a second. Her lips crushed against his large lips, slobbering him once again.
She crooned at the old man, when she felt him lifting her one more time, turning back, he took the next steps...forward...upstairs...she trembled as goosebumps filled her entire body...with anticipation...he was taking her to his home...to his bedroom...to fulfill what she wanted...what her cunt called in since the moment she set her eyes on his bulge...underneath the newspaper...the day she stole a glance on his mammoth manhood...she was going to get it...just as her subconscious imagined without her heart's acknowledgement...at last!
Khurram took extremely calculated steps upwards carrying the one woman balanced to his hips with her pussy tied to his cock. He looked into the dreamy green eyes that were hardly open to take another image of the female who defied him all through but now, was tied to his cock. Her grudge and hostility long disappeared and replaced by the very same emotion that reflected from his face...animal lust...her long tongue that danced inside his mouth was the very oath of testimony about her lost sex-battle.
He was deliberate to ensure his slow pace so that to avoid pulling her away from her reverie. Khurram opened the main door, without breaking their kiss, he walked into his bedroom where the dark walls gave the aura of unlimited sex that awaited...for the young mother.
Despite her eyes half-closed, Tavni shuddered as if the dark bedroom gave her cold blisters all over...but, somewhere deep inside her pussy, a space screeched it's desperate hunger to be tainted and soiled to completeness by the old man...
Khurram leaned his upper body and placed her slowly over the dark mattress.
The very moment that Tanvi expected the old man to pounce on her, the exact opposite happened. She was bewildered, confused, lost and more than everything, gravely disappointed! "Why!! Why!!! Why NOOOTT???", she heard herself shouting at Khurram.
Khurram pulled his shaft out of her in a quick move leaving her confused and at the edge of crying. She whimpered when the large old man pulled her shoulders and placed her in a way till she was fully splayed and splooted over the large mattress. It made her upper body and torso balance on her folded elbows. Upper-half of her body was now half-sitting, allowing her to closely capture every move he made...or was about to make...on her young body...
Khurram looked like a wild predator to her scared eyes...as if he was about to pounce on her...his poor prey.
Tanvi heard him grunting as he lowered his weight onto the young wife, pinning her in place.
She mewled and whined softly and never realized her legs parting to offer his welcome.
“I wanted you here, Tanvi, just like how I imagined a thousand times, since the first day you walked into this house with that Banana Muffin of yours, I wanted you just like this, your legs spread for me, waiting and begging me to lick...and FUCK...you all over", Khurram whispered into her ear as he extended his tongue and rolled it's pointed edge up and down her neck.
Tanvi couldn't say anything, and failed to find audible words. But her body responded, trying to swirl herself away from his grasp, overwhelmed by the erotic sensations from her leaking pussy. Despite that minor movement, she just remained how she was, on her elbows, sweaty and fair breasts heaving at his gaze, her deep red-colored nipples engorged to a bursting point of hardness.
Hearing what Khurram whispered into her ears brought those exact images inside her head immediately. She saw herself walking and entering Khurram's home for the first time carrying the Banana Muffins that she baked. The next image in her head made her groan...it was of the old man himself...shoving one of her Banana Muffins and ramming into her spread pussy...and the next moment...like a real wild animal, tearing eating that muffin soaked and drenched with her pussy liquids like a man possessed...
Just by imagining that, Tanvi's eyes closed automatically below Khurram as her train of thoughts were questioning why the wretched old man did not do this to her on the first day itself..."Why Not?"...would she have said no...maybe yes....if that happened already then all this torture she was enduring would have ceased to exist and she would've already been the most disgraced wife walking on the earth already...her grunts turned into moans with all such thoughts.
She wanted to escape...She wanted to stay...Somehow her body started to revolt but with that action her legs spread further wide that was in direct conflict to what she felt...confused...baffled and convoluted at her emotional and physical duress.
But, Khurram held her in place. And the only thing she managed to do was rubbing her pussy against his hardness that was now wedged between their bodies.
Khurram, using his long arms, slowly moved her hands up, and pinned to stretch both hands over her head, while his tongue licked down her shoulder blades and danced all around her ears, face, chin, cheek, nose, back on her neck. With the pace of a wild dog, his mouth found her breasts and she felt his grip on her hands becoming less and while she struggled to breath few gulps of air, she felt his large hands starting massaging each one of her breasts and simultaneously, with his mouth, Khurram flicked her nipples by catching those raspberry colored nubbins between his thick lips and tongue into hard squishes.
Tanvi's brain left the last brink of consciousness with the kind of physical pleasure the old man was delivering on her body and the only thing she could do was to continue grinding her wet hole against his cock. It was so close, but too far at the same time...Tanvi was miserably aching to scold him for not inserting this tool back inside her, she wanted to feel the filling girth of that inhuman penis piercing her dirty-hole once again. Instead her hands moved from both sides and slowly held the back of his bald head...her fingers trailed all over it's slick skin...with a dirty howl of pleasured moan....she watched him mauling and persecuting her nipples, again and again.
With the most beautiful set of breasts and reddened nipples he had ever seen, free to use and abuse as he wanted to, Khurram dived back to her soft mounds, taking one nipple at a time into his mouth, swirling it with his tongue, and moving to other, without stopping at her protesting and welcoming ones.
With seconds, her red colored nipples stood proud and thrusting towards his mouth with blood engorged hardness, as if her nipples were challenging him for a duel...Tanvi's chest shimmered with yellowish-golden luminescence as the outcoming of Khurram's slobbering saliva that he coated and covered her entire upper torso till neck.
“Aaarghmmm”, Tanvi groaned as Khurram's rough tongue scbangd over her soft areolas and then moved to the underside of her breasts and tickled her rib-cage that forced her eyes to close, almost losing herself with intoxicating pleasure.
Khurram took turns feasting sloppily over both of Tanvi's breasts...just like how he told her earlier...not leaving a single inch un-licked. He sucked, slavered and suckled until her both breasts, and sides were soaked with his saliva. With a satisfied grunt, he worked his way down to her navel. The moment he found her belly-button, he pointed his tongue and pushed. A loud groan along with a shudder made Tanvi jolt when she found a new pleasure point of her body being unlocked. He thrusted in and out of her tiny hole, soaking and smothering it and all around her waist.
Then he stopped.
Tanvi's eyes fluttered open and she pushed on her elbows up a bit to check why he stopped.
Khurram stopped to see her reaction, her face, to check if she had surrendered.
Tanvi couldn’t move even if she wanted to, and she didn't protest. With clear vision of Khurram's large head moving towards it's target, her shock knew no bounds but her legs automatically spread wider...wider...she clearly saw how her legs lifted up, spreading to both sides, in slow motion, allowing, silently permitting, as if she was completely drugged by the dirty old man...and the groan she heard in her half-sex-crazed state told her clearly that the wretched old man was about to tear away the last line of her life's defenses.
Yet, her legs spread wider in primal reflex to accept the wicked old man...once again...
Without breaking their eye-lock, Khurram lowered his head between her legs and started to lick her pussy lips. It was slow for first few licks, then his thick tongue started to move from the starting point of her asshole right to the end where her clit stood engorged, out of it's sensitive sheath, thrusted out from her wet pubic hair...his slurps stimulated every single nerve-ending of her pussy and clitoris. Every flick on it made her open and close her eyes with pleasure-filled muffled groans.
Tanvi whimpered with a half-raged tone at Khurram for his slow pace that he was exercising to lick circles around the inside walls of her pussy. She thrusted her hips up to aid him when he reached his left hand around her thigh and pressed his thumb to connect with her clit along with another few gentle rubs on it's slithery surface.
“Mmmm-ooh-hhhmmm”, Tanvi cried as her hips buckled with her thighs closing hard around his bald-head. "Sooo-good", a dirty voice inside her head screamed, making her face redden with shame.
She questioned herself on why she was giggling like a teenager but that giggle intensified her girlish muffles to grow to higher pitch.
“Oooh...mmmm”, Tanvi whimpered, with both her hands still holding Khurram's head, bucked her hips up and down on his dark mattress to match Khurram's pace of lapping her pussy.
His face dropped further down and his tongue pushed forward to enter the young mother's soaked and smothered pussy...driving onto her married-hole...ramming straight into it. Khurram's tongue went and thrusted deeper in Tanvi's pussy-hole. Each time he made that shove, she jerked at the intrusion with a sharp cry, and when he retracted his tongue she mewled with disappointed grunt in feedback. Listening to his young slut's whining and whimpers, Khurram pushed back in...retracted again. He repeated the process till Tanvi's hips started to rock against his mouth, seeking his tongue. He mimicked fucking her pussy with his tongue.
Tanvi felt her legs go numb and her toes curl along with a long groan of satisfied surprise when her orgasm hit to release a torrent of transparent cum onto Khurram's face...mouth...tongue. Her brain had travelled too far from reality to care anymore. When she opened her mouth to protest at being prodded, his tongue drove further into her pussy depth, like a small sized cock, making her cry to get caught in mid-way of her appreciating moan.
"Ooooh-God", her throat allowed a moan of hunger. Khurram suppressed a winning groan when she saw Tanvi's tongue obscenely hanging outwards as if she wanted to taste the liquid that the old man was churning out of her pussy. Tanvi couldn't stop the force of her orgasm when his large size fingers, pinched her clit slowly and released it, she saw stars, and her hips drove up in absolute crazed speed to release what she held...despite her best efforts, she grunted with frustration as it didn't arrive...
"Ooooooh-gaaaaaawd", she hollered as loud as she could, without any care of what she was doing, who she was with, and to whom she kept her legs spread like a characterless woman, to whose mouth did she locked her pussy against, and her cries clearly conveying that she was completely unwilling to let go of the sensational orgasmic bliss she underwent. Tanvi held her arms extended to the maximum it could stretch to both sides, hands digging into Khurram's dark bedsheet. She gripped the sheet like her life depended on that grip as her orgasm ricocheted through her entire body like a gun's barrel, sporadically bucking every time when Khurram lashed her cunt with his tongue...through and between her orgasmic release.
Khurram's face was soaked with her pussy liquids. He knew she was ready and he didn’t intend to miss this window of opportunity he’d worked so hard to create. It was time to finally throw patience to the winds and reward himself for all the painful planning and tiresome efforts with which he’d played this game up to this point. He withdrew his tongue and slowly reclined back while looking at the gloriously spent woman below and in front of his face. The once rebellious and protesting wife of another man, laying naked on his bed, whimpering and squirming with the heat of the pleasure he just finished delivering to her, and the same woman who was now ready with her wide-spread legs...welcoming him silently...beckoning him with her glazed green eyes to take ownership of her body with an approving moan which came out of her chest wholeheartedly...
Hearing her groan with that silent 'ask', Khurram leaned forward and prepared to mount the beautiful Japanese-Indian woman who failed to stop that silent plea.
Tanvi's mind slowly moved out from her orgasm, finally taking in her surroundings again. She saw Khurram almost on top of her.
“Tell me, tell me you want this, bitch”, Khurram said as he moved onto the bed between her legs. "Tell me"
Tanvi wanted to shout at the old man for not fucking her mindlessly, as he did earlier. Instead, he was asking her to beg him to fuck her, her entire body trembled and she felt her elbows losing it's energy when she struggled to find words.
A ray of hope glimmered in her head when she saw the giant man lining up his majestic python against her pussy, between her absolutely spread legs.
Still, from one side of her brain, Tanvi heard her voice screaming to run back to her home, to shut the door of her house, to be done and away from this madness. Yet, she laid where she was, her eyes widened with shock when she saw her knees bending, feet lifting up, welcoming the vile old man, with all her willingness.
Tanvi almost screamed when she looked between her legs, where the menacingly large cock was lined up and about to creep it's way back into her, once again. Her face was painted with lust. She felt his large cock-head pushing, teasing the entrance to her pleasure hole.
“Do it, Khurramji", a low, whispering voice came out of her along with a moan as her eyes closed back with her lush black hair resting over his dark bed.
"Say it. Tell me again”, Khurram growled and paused his movements.
The pause from the old man...the maddening pause...it made Tanvi's anger inflame to another notch...she cried out of frustration.
“I...don’t”, her words came out tight, breathless, and her hips betrayed her again, bucking harder and trying to make contact with his cock-head. "So close", the same annoying voice echoed inside her head.
Khurram grinned wickedly and shifted the angle of his hips, and when she thrusted her hips up in response, his thick penis-head slipped a bit lower, sliding past her clit, past the soft petals of her flesh and barely traced into her pussy entrance.
The sudden stretch and the intense burn made her whimper, with her legs catching the large man's hips, in an auto-instinct.
“Aaargggh…”, she hissed, her hands flying to his chest, though she didn’t push him away. There were no words, only silent approval. She wanted it...she was desperate...her pussy cried and caterwauled to be taken...
Khurram's grin widened. "That's it, slut...take it...it's yours"
"Naaaaaah", Tanvi gasped, it was so close, yet so far. Her hips bucked, hard, and her lips bit against each other, with another loud cry leaving her chest. The only voice she heard in her head was the old man's....His words "it's yours"...clung and echoed like a boomerang all through her head, from head to toe and back.
The python was hers now...all hers!
Khurram laughed in a low growl. "It was a win", he heard his voice repeating in his head.
With the last of her resistance slipping away, Khurram pushed her onto her back completely to a relaxed stance...her beautiful legs sploot upwards in an inviting mode. He loomed over her, his penis poised at her entrance, his large body looking down at her heaving chest.
“Look at me”, he growled again.
Her eyes flicked up, meeting him. Heat flared in his gaze, with a dominance that rooted her to the bed. The rest of the world vanished; there was only the weight of him between her thighs, the scent of sex, thick in the air around them, and the severe pounding inside her head. Tanvi's breath caught. She didn’t nod, she didn’t say yes, she couldn't...but, her thighs parted and opened further more...leaving the hold off and away from his hips...allowing him a free reign!
Khurram moved a bit, pushing his hips forward, but this time, the stretch of her violated pussy created a gluttral groan from both...the burn of her stretch created a fire of immense heat inside her violated pussy like it was a molten volcanic liquid that came from the deepest core of her woman-hole!
Khurram pushed his length into the completely subdued wife, cutting her off in her final protest.
Her breath got stuck. Her pussy screamed at the intrusion but welcomed the painful sensations that his cock made inside it.
Khurram ensured to use his muscular power to lodge his penis to penetrate the same length that was inside her earlier, with one thrust, with that one powerful stroke, his cock was inside Tanvi, once again!
For a split-second, Khurram sat on his shins, with a winning grin on his face as he looked down to their jointly connected place, where his cock was firmly buried, deep inside the beautiful young mother of two children...his wish literally coming true with all it's fulfillment.
The way he forced his shaft got her into pain of immeasurable limits, but it was a freakingly pain from pleasure-heaven, for some unknown reason, her body enjoyed it, her cunt was overjoyed. In the most primal form, it was the hurt of a woman who took a man without any care to the entire world.
After a minute of allowing her time to breathe, Khurram moved slightly, very little.
Tanvi choked herself as she felt suffocated beyond anything that she experienced to that time. It wondered her poor brain on why each time the old man filled her it felt like his thing was tearing her into pieces. Possibly due to the way she was previously held up standing over the old man, her back was not supported with a comforting cushion behind her like this time.
She was bothered and shocked beyond words about the fact that Khurram milked her pussy with his fingers to it's fullest and thus, there wasn't anything left inside her, making her woman-hole vacuum to get stuffed to it's brim. She felt his penis entering and reaching areas of her pussy that were never touched by any other man's thing, and her entire vaginal nerve endings screamed with pleasure...and pain...yet she heard the damning voice inside her head howling for more!
“Mmmmmm", Tanvi yelped in a muffled cry, and looked up at the old man who was tearing her to the last remaining core with a primal expression. His penis remained unmoving while she forcefully rolled her hips on it, trying to coax him...begging him silently...to fuck her.
Tanvi groaned and howled under him, frustrated, wanting more of his cock but also taking time to get accustomed to the size of the phallus that invaded her. Khurram enjoyed the way Tanvi's cunt was milking his cock. Before she could realize and react, Khurram pulled his hips back, pulling almost all of his cock out of her and then slammed it back into her...one blow...one...heavyweight...inhuman forced blow...
“Oh-Gaaaaawd”, Tanvi screeched and her arms gripped Khurram's hands to find some leverage from the pain she felt with the animalistic intrusion.
Khurram slowly pulled back and made another hard thrust into Tanvi, driving the same length that he penetrated in his last blow, eliciting deeper groans from both of them. He continued his slow backward movement, making the young mother fully aware of what his cock was doing to her poor pussy, reshaping it, remoulding it, and finally owning her and sudden bolts of thrusts back into her.
Tanvi's legs went up behind him and wrapped around his waist, pulling the old man closer and deeper into her with every thrust he delivered.
“Ugh...ugh...ufff...mmm...ugh”, Tanvi's groans turned it's tone into the blissful moans of a woman in pleasure. With each of the old man's hard thrusts, her voice grew high and higher. Both recognised it, one with shame and other with glee. She was going to release what Khurram churned from her pussy...again...another orgasm. The very recognition confused her to the core as how and why hee body, her pussy was responding in such a way to the man whom she hated so much...more than that...he was forcing himself on her...yet, she accepted it happening...utter and complete surrender...
“Cum now, bitch. Cum on my cock, NOWW!”, Khurram roared as he sent one more heavy thrust into her, digging as deep as her hole would permit. Hitting all the fiery nerves inside her torn pussy. His voice and ask sent her over the last edge that was holding on. Her brain exploded with pleasure as her cunt gripped his shaft as her pussy released it's cum once again. She reeled by the orgasm that was not stopping...it just came out...like bullets moving out of it's barrel...never ceasing...and recoiling back to launch another blast...
Despite her pussy clenching hard over Khurram's girth and length, he continued to push through her contractions, fucking her right through her culmination.
Tanvi's entire body convulsed and contorted as her pussy punishingly propelled her juices...her legs shuddered like she was getting electrocuted...her cries were so loud and wanton that made Khurram feel whether she was in her senses or turned into another being...
Finally, once she felt her orgasm subsiding a little bit, Khurram pulled back until just his penis-head remained inside her, with a devilish grin, he thrust into her as hard as he could, once again trying to lodge him entirely into her, but couldn't...he wasn't happy, but nailing the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen, was more that enough to fill his appetite.
Her nails dug into his biceps, her legs clamped tight behind his ass. Khurram took this opportunity by leaning forward, pressing his lips against her partially opened mouth. During that orgasmic bliss, Tanvi accepted his lips and tongue like she kissed her husband, Sanjoth during their closer days, kiss of passion, kiss with tenderness. Her long tongue ran inside the old man's sloppy cavity. She found his tongue and twirled over it, sucked over it's boneless strength, silently as if she was asking his permission to kiss harder.
All the while they kissed, Tanvi lost into their kiss, while Khuram continued his slow deliberate pace of pounding and pulling her cunt with his cock.
“Mmmmm", Tanvi moaned and crooned around his tongue, completely forgetting how and why she was embracing the old man like he was her long lost lover. She was forced to turn her head sideways, when Khurram pulled away from their kiss and planted soft nibbles on her upturned neck. The perverseness of their mutual combination killed inside her head yet she groaned and willingly accepted him to pleasure her body...pleasure her pussy...like no one did to her...ever!
Khurram was ready for the final phase.
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