01-03-2026, 05:05 PM
Chapter-71:
Khurram noted that Tanvi had reached a place of no return. He saw it in her glazed green ocean that was locked into his eyes.
Tanvi's subconscious was already in terms with her reality as she looked up to the bronzed large man preparing himself to what she was expecting...all her worries...all her loathing...all her defenses...gone out of her...
It was time!
Khurram, with a move like a wild animal, pulled back from their kiss and slowly released his cock from her pussy to stand on his legs, leaning in front of her. A sickening wet squelch came from her pussy as he removed his engorged, swollen, deep brown-purple shaft from her pussy and stood for a moment looking at the ruin.
Tanvi lay below him, hardly unable to figure out what he was doing with her, and unable to take a proper breath. She was a whimpering mess of a woman, her once chaste hole was now ruined...to a worthless female hole....
Not allowing her additional moments to process her wrongdoing, Khurram lunged and snatched her ankles in a bruising grip. He dragged her body across the large, dark mattress like she was nothing but another set of cloth, and with a savage display of power, he hauled her until her tailbone hit the very edge of the bed...that too...did not last for few seconds...with a groan, he flipped her over.
Within the next few seconds, Tanvi was on the very same bed, dark bedsheet staring back at her, face down, hips upturned, and groaning while trying desperately to balance herself on her elbows and stomach...her spine arched into a helpless, vulnerable curve, exposing her most private, utmost protected, and now sinning depths of hollow-holes completely unguarded and upturned at the old, vile man's disposal...her hips trembled like her ass and pussy was given for his inspection...it was a new unknown position to the timid and chaste young mother...
Khurram's face turned into a beast look, as he looked at the marvellous arch and perfectly round ass staring back at him with a statement..."fuck me"
Khurram's eyes drowned in a flood of filthy and vulgar lust that hammered his skull and forced his cock to jolt hard. The sight below was that extreme. Tanvi's golden-yellow skin, flushed against the dark room and bedspread created a contrast such that his vision went foggy and damp for a moment. This was the single-most erotic dream he held for all this while, and as her athletic and perfectly curved ass arched up to him...presenting herself like a poor animal at it's sacrificial altar...the last of his animal instincts that he controlled through that night started to vanish...he felt the heat of his blood rushing through the veins of his large shaft and screaming at him to ram into this perfect specimen of female anatomy and shatter her into an agonizing and convulsing piece of meat...a slut...for him...
Khurram's hands travelled up high, his large fingers slowly dug into the tender muscles of feet, then with a possessive and bruising force, he kneaded her ankles and rolled his hands over her muscular calves. He got what he wanted...finally...the woman of his carnal dreams...wife of another man...ready for being taken...by him...begging silently at him...to fuck her...slowly, and with maximum care, his hands moved up, caressing and squishing her thighs, and finally to the summit...to rest on her firm, round moulds of her buttocks, exerting mild pressure with his pull that silently conveyed to her of what he was asking for. His fingers sank deep into her ass-cheeks and slowly pulled them apart with a controlling and commanding outward tug.
With another muffled whimper, Tanvi felt her hips giving way...to her shameful remorse, her body moved back to thrust her hips towards him...to where he wanted her to be...to her absolute and crushing shame, she was clear about her body's...her pussy's betrayal...yet again...her hips moved to make her spine automatically arch and dip lower to the mattress in an auto-instinct to the man who was holding her ass with an unquestionable ownership.
Khurram was lost in unhindered primal lust that rose from his deepest depraved core. The view of the golden skinned woman made his eyes watered and foggy. Though he held, squeezed and bitten it before, the view she presented with the perfectly structured curve of her ass was hypnotic and carnally bewitching. All he wanted that moment was to drive his cock and ram into her, but he withheld the urge. He wanted her to know her place, and at the same time, once he was finished, she was to beg for more...and more.
The master plan of making her his sex slave was in perfect motion. His smile broadened when he saw her hips bucking slowly...
She was ready!
Khurram aligned his swollen cock-head right at the entrance of her vaginal hole. With the heavenly arch she offered, he saw how her pussy was already agape...waiting...shamelessly waiting for him to tear it apart...again...to be split into two...she wished during those suffocating moments that the old man just did that...split her into two pieces...she groaned with a complaining tone...
Hearing her whining and mild encouraging approval, Khurram pushed his shaft into her...tearing her...just like how she wished to happen...his cock went inside of her...spreading her vaginal hole over his gargantuan cock...
Despite the severe agony she went through again, a part of her brain shouted at her asking why she was enjoying this animal...she wasn't supposed to...this was not an act of a chaste woman...not of a wife...and especially not of a mother...why...the question loomed over her but the blissful burn of getting penetrated by a man made that part of her brain to blacken out...she saw that moral question getting replaced with her primal need to get fucked...it was the physical torment that got upperhand...
Tanvi groaned as the thickest part of his thing went inside. Holding it there, he leaned forward to reach her ears. "Do you want more?"
His voice fell inside her head like a hammer hitting a nail.
“It’s, hhmmmm...huuge”, Tanvi grumbled against the dark bedsheet as Khurram, not waiting for her answer, slid a few more inches of his monstrosity into her.
Tanvi groaned as she felt the girth slowly stretching her vaginal cavern. Between her forced blinks, she thought Safiya was standing at the door, watching them, watching her...accepting and allowing her husband taking a poor woman, ramming his old cock into another man's wife, forcing his oversized cock into a young mother, defining her...claiming her...leaving the older woman speechless...
Suddenly, Tanvi pushed back to the force behind her while staring into Safiya's dumbstruck gaze to show how a younger woman can derive pleasure from a man other than her own husband...the carnal thrill of cheating her marriage with a man whose wife watching her helplessly...it made yet another jolt on Tanvi's hips!
“I think you made a big mistake of not telling me the truth", as he murmured into her ear, Khurram pushed another inch into the young mother.
Tanvi had to clutch and grip the bedsheets inside her fists as her head dropped down and hit the mattress, hard...but the fact that her hips pushing back to his cock wasn’t lost on both Khurram and Tanvi.
"You are mine, Tanvi...after this, you will never, ever spread your filthy cunt to anyone other than me, bitch", Khurram grunted once again into her ear and slid further of his length inside...his cock penetrated her hole a bit more than all this while...and she felt it...the pain...the searing pleasure filled pain of being split open...there was nothing she could do...other that remaining on her elbows, and allowing him to do whatever he wished to do with her...an absolute fuck toy! The very thought sent shivers through her spine along with the painful expansion of her pussy.
"Slap!"
"Oooouuuww, Khuurrraaam...jiiiiiii", an inhuman shriek came out from her lungs while her pale yellow ass-cheeks burned with pain and fire and immediately created deep red color welts where his hands thundered on her soft skin.
Khurram, using both his hands, landed another full-blown and powerful slap over her upturned buttocks. As his palms were larger than normal sized, her entire ass-cheeks bounced and reddened immediately...
Without allowing her time to retaliate, Khurram gripped her hips and bulbous ass-cheeks with his large hands and pulled her back, stretching her pussy, inserting his cock to its maximum possible length inside her, slamming his hips and hitting her ass to stop her from wobbling...
Tanvi lost her breath. Her body lost it's control. Her mind went black. Her eyes clamped shut...
Khurram moved with precision. He rammed against her ass as hard and as fast as he could. He wanted to ensure her memory got etched with what she was going through. Also, he wanted her to start enjoying the forceful sex, because that was what he marvelled at...listening to the cries, the protests, the anger, from the women he had sex with. He was hellbound to ensure the young mother would beg him to be taken forcibly again, through her life, after he was done with her.
His slut!
His own, personal bitch!
The very thought of having the exotic woman at his fingertips made his cock jerk and expanded exponentially, the veins on his cock throbbed with blood rush, Khurram's scrotum contracted to churn it's milk...
Tanvi gasped and fought for air, as the girth of the sex-crazed old man was filling her insides to an impossible expansion of her poor pussy. The way his cock filled exponentially inside her forced her to fall into a delirious state of carnal numbness. The way he held her body, the method he used to hold her hips and clutched her wide ass while thrusting in and out was something that she never experienced with Sanjoth. Feeling his cock as she was bent in this new position, she thought that her body would crack open into Khurram's shaft as he menacingly crushed every centimeter of her soft pussy walls.
She sensed her woman-hole becoming more drenched and slippery like it was trying to match every pump that he forced into her...stretching it...moulding her married pussy into something she never knew existed...
With her pussy boiling up to another massive orgasm, Khurram removed his left hand and pushed her shoulders down and hard against the soft mattress. Along with it, using his right hand, he pushed her lower back further down, making her ass make yet another bend to the extremely arched position, he forced her pussy to expand more than it already was.
His next plunge was so savage that it squeezed the last of her air to escape out of her lungs and pushed out with a cry of suffocating agony...not from pain...her cry came out of her with a tone of pure lust that was music to the mad man behind her!
The next moments were pure assault!
An absolute shift of sex for Tanvi who never experienced such brutal fuck in her entire life!
A complete opposite of what she knew of sex, how it should be, finding out finally of how her body could succumb to such a pleasure that she never knew existed!
Tanvi's whole body was on fire as it responded to the way Khurram was treating it apart, piece by piece, fraction by fraction. His relentless positioning drove her into a bitch who carried only one emotion...lust for copulation. With his hand on her shoulders, forcing her down to the dark bed, she felt helpless to stop him. An image of a savage, and brutal animal pounding came into her blackened head.
“Oh, fuck”, Tanvi finally cursed loudly into the mattress. She bit her lips for spilling that bad word.
"Khurrrammmjiiiii", she yelled and then moaned loudly.
"Mmmm...uuurgghhh...aaah", Tanvi moaned as Khurram relentlessly fucked her from behind. She couldn't believe it to be a reality that she was inside the vintage smelling apartment of the dirty old man, in Khurram's bedroom, on his dark, unkempt bed. She surrendered herself to him and he slid his cock into her from behind.
Khurram stared down at her with his usual angry look before he planted a sloppy kiss on her shoulder blade, next to her neck, close to her earlobe, making her shudder.
Tanvi's tempo was picking up, it wasn't slow anymore. She tried her best to match his pace, ecstasy spreading across her face as his girthy cock slid into her velvety folds like a snake entering and exiting it's cave. Her ass was so firm and bouncy that it felt like he was really fucking her ass-cheeks, not her cunt. Khurram was steady on his pace. He wanted her to partake with the same steam of what he held when he planned to start the overdrive. Her legs were spread wide, her knees bent, her ass up into an erotic arch that was a vision he never wanted to forget, her head slammed down to his mattress, her hands spread to both sides clutching the dark bed sheet and yelping for dear life.
Tanvi wanted to kiss. Use her lips on anything...anyone...Despite being molested and fucked without permission, she wanted to kiss the mad old man. Her mouth parted to release louder groans, her tongue thrusted out as if trying to find his mouth. When she felt Khurram's left hand next to her face, without asking, without a trace of shame, she slurped his thumb inside her mouth. Her tongue danced along it's thickness, like she did over his penis-head. She sucked his thumb like how she sucked his cock.
Suddenly, Khurram was next to her ear. "Take all of me, slut"
“Mmmmm”, Tanvi crooned in a soft voice while writhing under the old man, in his bedroom, on his dark mattress. It was too much for the poor, young mother to take it all in. Despite a tiny ray of remorse of what she was doing, her body responded through her legs, widening further, with a slow thrust backward...meeting his hips...his cock...his damned...wretched...yet magnificent cock!
Tanvi couldn't believe how good the new position felt. His thick cock dragged punishingly against her g-spot, making her body to arch further, bend against gravity, and the next moment, another toxic wave of fire engulfed her. Terrified of how the painful intrusion turned into a pleasure beyond her imagination made Tanvi to grunt and protest back a bit...and failed...Khurram's grip on her shoulder and lower back was unyielding.
She bit her lip, trying miserably to contain her moans, but the heat that flooded inside her pussy made it impossible to hold...loud groans of sinful pleasure released along with her body jolting sporadically. A fleeting thought ray passed through her head questioning if she was the very same person who was a wife and a mother!!! That tiny pinch of guilt created an agitation of dirty liquid to crowd inside her razed-down pussy.
Khurram, standing where he was, lifted his left leg and planted that foot on the bed, in direct conjunction to her left ass and thighs. It gave yet another advantage on his angle. The next thrust forced into her pussy by adding one more inch inside of her...and the only thing that Tanvi could do was to cry and yelp mindlessly, loudly, screaming his name and begging to stop...yet her pleas didn't get any direct answer.
"Don't...ooooh-gaaaawd...mmmm, I...I...I am cummmmingggg", she cried again as her pussy walls crushed against his girth, holding him, trapping him, milking him...Tanvi felt comfort, despite being taken without her permission, during those mad moments, the friction of Khurram's powerful muscles against her naked skin gave a sort of carnal comfort to her.
Suddenly, she used her left hand to go back and clutch his ankle...into a grip that Khurram thought he'd lose his balance...then he grinned...she was about to cum...again...
“Bitch, you are so fucking tight", Khurram growled and was mesmerised while wondering at his ability to break this Goddess...till that evening, she fought him with all her spirits...and now, she was screaming his name to make her cum.
"Aaaagghhh-Gooood-hmmmm", Tanvi's vision turned into nothingness. The intense heat that spread her insides covered every part of her pussy, it came from a place that was unknown to her, but it came forth...it was a relentless pressure that was stopped by the punishing inserts that the old man continued.
She felt herself losing all her energy and collapsed onto his dark bed.
Khurram drove into her again, and this time, he felt the gush of her liquid forcing his cock to pull out...but he buried himself inside her, holding her, making her realize that her jolting pussy was not going to get released soon.
Khurram thought of maximising his pleasure. It would've been best if he could climb on top of her, allowing him all the leverage to pump his entire length inside...tearing all her defences, then deciding against it...it was for another time...
Taniv screamed as the next orgasm rocked her tormented pussy. Khurram continued his rapid thrusts into her cunt. Every movement deliberately aimed to generate multiple orgasms to punish her body and it did...Her nerves went on fire...her entire body was under the spell of his devious tool.
“Mmmm", Khurram leaned again to reach her ear...and snarled behind her.
“I can't get this enough. I wish I would've dragged you here the very day you came here with the sweets, horny bitch"
Hearing him swearing, through her closed eyes, inside her blackened head, Tanvi saw the same apartment, the day she walked into the very apartment with a bowl of Kheer and freshly baked Banana Muffins, prepared to get introduced with the elderly couple. Her cunt spat another burp of dirty cum juice at the very thought of Khurram dragging her then and fucking mindlessly as he was doing to her now. She felt her body losing all it's power, energy draining away. Slowly, her thrusting motion ceased. Her head was filled with endorphins of the after-glow from yet another mind-shattering orgasm. She lost count of how many times the crazed old man made her torn pussy to blast it's sinul liquid.
With another needy moan, she turned her head sideways and planted a soft kiss on the large toe that was close to her face.
Then the pain returned.
But it wasn't from her groin.
Khurram had her silky, black hair in his wrist and was pulling her up, from behind!
Khurram pulled her till he saw her hand leaving his ankle and pushing both palms on the mattress creating a whole new arch over her entire back. He held her in that position for a moment, to let her come to terms with the new position. Her body was bent backwards in a way that she had no leverage on the bed, as his hold on her hair was too powerful. Her throat curved out and made her mouth wide open and tongue hanging out with a silent scream...
Using his leg placed on the bed, Khurram started to move again behind the violated young mother. The hold on her hair held her in place. Each of his thrust made her obscenely crushed buttocks to juggle and bounce matching her painful groans.
“Please...pleeeggghhh...aaah”, Tanvi tried to shout and only a muffle came out of her chest. Her breasts were thrusted forward and wobbled with every pump that her cunt received from behind. "Mmmm...oouh..gghaah...stop...stoopp...pleeeaaaghh"
“Bitch”, Khurram shouted from behind as he rode her like a bull, a real bull punishing it's massive phallus into a poor female.
Tanvi couldn’t contain or control anything. She was a puppet, just a tool that the old man moulded into a pleasure machine.
Between his thrusts, Khurram watched the toned body of the young wife and her fantastically shaped ass that was pushing back to his cock, despite how contorted he held her in the new position. It seemed like her pussy was seeking more of him. An evil smile came to his lips as he looked at the whole was actively rocking back to his cock, desperately trying to gulp more of it, as much as physically possible.
With a devilish grin and glee from the carnal world, along with a winning feeling, he saw the hot bodied Goddess breaking piece by piece...he was remoulding her innocence to start craving for his savage sex. To make the matter worse for her, Tanvi...who, without realizing it...was participating in everything he was making her do.
“Aaaagghhh”, Tanvi felt dizzy and head started to spin. The blood rush due to the contorted position triggered it. The worst effect was, despite her vision fading, yet another warmth started to spread inside her sinful hole. It felt like everything around her started to turn black, except her cunt that burned with fire.
A jolt!
Her body shuddered into a frozen still!
A carnal, subhuman scream came out from her throat, along with her pussy lips clenching and unclenching in a frenzied pace over Khurram's girth!
Her body lost it's weight and fell on the bed like a dead weight, passed out.
Laughing like a maniac, Khurram pulled out from the broken young mother and scooped her in his long arms to place her firmly and spread her to her back once again on the large bed. He clearly saw that Tanvi was breathing heavily, but she was not consciously aware that she was being moved. She crooned and moaned with every move he made on her.
Her legs were spread again into a sploot...wide and with an open invitation to the wretched old man to take her as his woman!
Slowly, with deliberate pace, Khurram climbed on his bed, and opened her legs, slowly...holding her by ankles, he spread her legs wide and placed them stretched out. Looking down, he saw her drenched pussy, the pitch black pubic hair wet all around and glistening with her juices.
Her clit stood proud, still up and swollen large...just like her nipples...straight up...pointed...vibrating with every breath she took in and released.
With another slow move, he lifted her hips a bit, and pushed his hard cock, once again to split her soaked sex.
Tanvi moaned in her exhausted and delirious state when she felt the girth entering her married orifice, once again. Her subconscious mind tried hard to come into terms of how her small hole could fit in the damning size inside it. But the very images of his tool deriving orgasms that upped one after another made her legs spread wider, automatically.
“Hmmmmm”, Tanvi crooned to the old man, as if appreciating him for every unholy thing he did to her.
Khurram moved his hips forward, slow and deliberate, while ensuring that the beautiful piece of female anatomy wouldn't react badly. He wanted to make this an experience for him, not for her, for him. With a soft grunt, he sunk the rest of his length into the beautiful mother. The dark room and the rest of the world were silent except for the sloshy noises of their genitals. He slowed his thrusts, but kept his pace steady. Never giving her room to gather any sense of normalcy.
“Aaahmmmm", Tanvi moaned from beneath. Khurram leaned forward and hooked her with his hand into a tight embrace and planted a sloppy kiss on her parted mouth and felt her lips opening up and sucking his tongue like a woman possessed.
“Fuck, your pussy is too good. I am about to cum in you", Khurram whispered to her ear. He immediately noticed how the young woman responded to it. Her hips rose slightly off the mattress...she was silently asking for more.
“Ummmmm”, Tanvi moaned back to the old man. It was the tone he was waiting for...her permission...finally!
The thought of him filling her...she felt herself losing her consciousness with that single thought...
“I think you'll be begging me for more nights like this, wouldn't you?", Khurram grumbled into her ear again.
Instead of replying, Tanvi folded her legs, knees bent, and wrapped her legs around Khurram's hips.
Within the next few seconds, the odd lovers were locked into synchronised moves. Each time he made a thrust into her, she pushed up, taking more of him. Once again, his engorged cock-head scbangd against her g-spot, creating shudders in her body. Tremors of carnal passion overtook the poor woman. She crooned her moans into his waiting ears.
“Mmmmm….don’t stop", Tanvi whimpered with a request to the old man to not stop...
Khurram felt her pussy gripping his girth, she was about to cum, again. He was also close.
"I am going to fuck you, again, every day and every night, you are my slut now, you hear me Tanvi? My own bitch...you will spread these legs only to me...only for me...you are mine...and I am going to cum inside you...now...and always...always", he whispered the reality into her half-dead mind. Placing the fact into her head...
“Oh-God-Khurramjiii", Tanvi moaned back. She knew what she heard would not be her reality...but the moment...it asked for her to accept...she felt like she belonged to him...to the vile old man whom she loathed...hated...yes, she was where she was supposed to be...taking what was rightfully hers...the thoughts triggered something in her.
"Cum for me, Khurramji...Cum for me"
Tanvi hollered as she actively pushed back against him...rapid movements from her hips. Her pussy turned into a lock over his girth, clamping it to the length that he pushed inside of her. All she wanted during those blissful moments was his cum...the heavy load of his thick, smokey cum to fill her pussy.
She was painfully fully aware that nothing would stop him...or them...with that thought, she engulfed him into a tight embrace and kissed...thrusting her long tongue deep into his mouth...hips turning into vicious thrust to match his pace...
Khurram wanted the moments of euphoria to continue, to eat her alive, drive both of them into the world of pleasure, then he felt it inside him...he was about to cum as well.
“I’m about to cum, Tanvi”, Khurram whispered to her between their passionate kisses and mouth-smothering. "I'm going to give you my gift", he grunted heavily into her ear like he was telling her a secret.
Her hands gripped his vast upper back, her nails digging into his shoulder blades.
“Oh-God”, she moaned into his mouth. “Cum for me, Khurramji. Cum inside me. Cum for me”
As the words left her mouth, Tanvi felt her pussy gushing, a painful swell, it was not her...it was him...his cock expanded further inside as her cunt started to squish it's contents as he clearly understood she got ready to accept his cum.
"Fuck", Khurram grunted back as the pressure of her orgasm made his cock to expand even larger inside her.
His hips jerked, hard.
Her hips plummeted, in a frenzy.
Moans and grunts became one between their sloppy smooch of primal need.
A twitch!
Her body jolted at it.
She felt a new heat filling inside her pussy.
An unknown heat!
Khurram made a hard shove and held!
His cock started it's downpour.
Tanvi sensed his shaft pulsing and throbbing inside her. She felt filled, beyond anything she ever felt. Not even like when she carried her two children. This was a different, completely different filling. She heard little burps from her pussy each time Khurram pushed into her.
When he thrusted again, she felt his thing twitching, and releasing more liquid. Topping his torrents, her own cunt was releasing her cum along as well. In less than a few seconds, her cunt started overflowing. Without finding any gap to release between his girth and her clenched pussy, their combined liquids had to find a passage, with each outward pull, their cum poured outside...yet, both of them felt her soft petals of her pussy milking him to the last drop he deposited inside her.
“Aaaarghh...fuck”, Khurram let out a primal growl as he felt his balls finally felt drained.
“Take it all, slut!”, he continued his punishingly savage onslaught on the poor young and helpless woman.
“Mmmmmmm", Tanvi whimpered as she held the old man in her embrace, feeling her own release and his downpour taking her lust to another level of ecstatic comfort. She allowed the numbing sensations that overtook her body as the final throes of her orgasm washed over. It felt amazing, suffocating and moreover content. It was more intense than she had ever experienced. She wanted to stay in that pleasure plateau forever, but her exhausted body and blacked mid pulled her into a deep slumber.
Khurram held her in his arms, close, placing soft kisses to her face, neck and lips while remaining connected with the young mother for a few minutes before withdrawing.
Slowly, without disturbing her, he flopped over onto his side of the bed. With a deep grunt of satisfaction, he remained lying next to her, with the knowing that he won, with complete understanding that every bit of what he planned became a final reality. He closed his eyes thinking about his next actions...with the naked and spent Goddess who slept next to him...without care where she was...with whom she was sharing her bed with.
Tanvi woke up with a start. She sat up on the large, dark bed in an auto-reflex. As she blinked her eyes to open, her brain brought every bit of the previous night into her head. She turned sideways and with horror, found the heavy-set old man sleeping with his semi-hard penis, naked, just like her.
She jolted again when she recognized the sound that woke her.
"It was Dattu! Her milkman, he was outside her home, at the parking lot, calling her to collect the daily milk supply", Tanvi felt a hard pain of panic inside her stomach and as she looked down, an audible gasp left her lips.
She was half-seated, naked, on the wet and dark bedsheet that was soaked with their combined juices. The very thought that she slept through on that filthy liquid made her stomach clench with suffocation.
To her utter shock of life, she wasn’t feeling shame or regret, it was disgust that she felt on the fact that everything she imagined and wished to not happen, actually happened.
Another ring from Dattu's cycle made her stand up. Then she realized she was naked, and had nothing to wear. The images of how Khurram brought her to his home made her eyes close with embarrassment.
"Wear it", Khurram's heavy voice made her look at him.
Tanvi saw the old man nodding at a discarded tee-shirt on a side table. Without talking and avoiding further eye contact, she took the tee and wore it over her head. To her relief, it reached below her ass, giving her a reasonable shield of cover, if one can call it that. She rushed out, almost sprinting.
Tanvi stopped at the bedroom door, when she heard the old man calling her name. She tilted to turn her head, and met his eyes.
"Shave yourself, Tanvi. I can't have your pussy hair in my mouth tonight", he grunted loudly with a grin that almost made her feel to puke right where she stood.
"This...will never happen", she grumbled back and turned to walk out.
"Yes, it will...YOU will be back for more, slut!", Tanvi heard the rumble of his voice as she walked out of the apartment.
Khurram noted that Tanvi had reached a place of no return. He saw it in her glazed green ocean that was locked into his eyes.
Tanvi's subconscious was already in terms with her reality as she looked up to the bronzed large man preparing himself to what she was expecting...all her worries...all her loathing...all her defenses...gone out of her...
It was time!
Khurram, with a move like a wild animal, pulled back from their kiss and slowly released his cock from her pussy to stand on his legs, leaning in front of her. A sickening wet squelch came from her pussy as he removed his engorged, swollen, deep brown-purple shaft from her pussy and stood for a moment looking at the ruin.
Tanvi lay below him, hardly unable to figure out what he was doing with her, and unable to take a proper breath. She was a whimpering mess of a woman, her once chaste hole was now ruined...to a worthless female hole....
Not allowing her additional moments to process her wrongdoing, Khurram lunged and snatched her ankles in a bruising grip. He dragged her body across the large, dark mattress like she was nothing but another set of cloth, and with a savage display of power, he hauled her until her tailbone hit the very edge of the bed...that too...did not last for few seconds...with a groan, he flipped her over.
Within the next few seconds, Tanvi was on the very same bed, dark bedsheet staring back at her, face down, hips upturned, and groaning while trying desperately to balance herself on her elbows and stomach...her spine arched into a helpless, vulnerable curve, exposing her most private, utmost protected, and now sinning depths of hollow-holes completely unguarded and upturned at the old, vile man's disposal...her hips trembled like her ass and pussy was given for his inspection...it was a new unknown position to the timid and chaste young mother...
Khurram's face turned into a beast look, as he looked at the marvellous arch and perfectly round ass staring back at him with a statement..."fuck me"
Khurram's eyes drowned in a flood of filthy and vulgar lust that hammered his skull and forced his cock to jolt hard. The sight below was that extreme. Tanvi's golden-yellow skin, flushed against the dark room and bedspread created a contrast such that his vision went foggy and damp for a moment. This was the single-most erotic dream he held for all this while, and as her athletic and perfectly curved ass arched up to him...presenting herself like a poor animal at it's sacrificial altar...the last of his animal instincts that he controlled through that night started to vanish...he felt the heat of his blood rushing through the veins of his large shaft and screaming at him to ram into this perfect specimen of female anatomy and shatter her into an agonizing and convulsing piece of meat...a slut...for him...
Khurram's hands travelled up high, his large fingers slowly dug into the tender muscles of feet, then with a possessive and bruising force, he kneaded her ankles and rolled his hands over her muscular calves. He got what he wanted...finally...the woman of his carnal dreams...wife of another man...ready for being taken...by him...begging silently at him...to fuck her...slowly, and with maximum care, his hands moved up, caressing and squishing her thighs, and finally to the summit...to rest on her firm, round moulds of her buttocks, exerting mild pressure with his pull that silently conveyed to her of what he was asking for. His fingers sank deep into her ass-cheeks and slowly pulled them apart with a controlling and commanding outward tug.
With another muffled whimper, Tanvi felt her hips giving way...to her shameful remorse, her body moved back to thrust her hips towards him...to where he wanted her to be...to her absolute and crushing shame, she was clear about her body's...her pussy's betrayal...yet again...her hips moved to make her spine automatically arch and dip lower to the mattress in an auto-instinct to the man who was holding her ass with an unquestionable ownership.
Khurram was lost in unhindered primal lust that rose from his deepest depraved core. The view of the golden skinned woman made his eyes watered and foggy. Though he held, squeezed and bitten it before, the view she presented with the perfectly structured curve of her ass was hypnotic and carnally bewitching. All he wanted that moment was to drive his cock and ram into her, but he withheld the urge. He wanted her to know her place, and at the same time, once he was finished, she was to beg for more...and more.
The master plan of making her his sex slave was in perfect motion. His smile broadened when he saw her hips bucking slowly...
She was ready!
Khurram aligned his swollen cock-head right at the entrance of her vaginal hole. With the heavenly arch she offered, he saw how her pussy was already agape...waiting...shamelessly waiting for him to tear it apart...again...to be split into two...she wished during those suffocating moments that the old man just did that...split her into two pieces...she groaned with a complaining tone...
Hearing her whining and mild encouraging approval, Khurram pushed his shaft into her...tearing her...just like how she wished to happen...his cock went inside of her...spreading her vaginal hole over his gargantuan cock...
Despite the severe agony she went through again, a part of her brain shouted at her asking why she was enjoying this animal...she wasn't supposed to...this was not an act of a chaste woman...not of a wife...and especially not of a mother...why...the question loomed over her but the blissful burn of getting penetrated by a man made that part of her brain to blacken out...she saw that moral question getting replaced with her primal need to get fucked...it was the physical torment that got upperhand...
Tanvi groaned as the thickest part of his thing went inside. Holding it there, he leaned forward to reach her ears. "Do you want more?"
His voice fell inside her head like a hammer hitting a nail.
“It’s, hhmmmm...huuge”, Tanvi grumbled against the dark bedsheet as Khurram, not waiting for her answer, slid a few more inches of his monstrosity into her.
Tanvi groaned as she felt the girth slowly stretching her vaginal cavern. Between her forced blinks, she thought Safiya was standing at the door, watching them, watching her...accepting and allowing her husband taking a poor woman, ramming his old cock into another man's wife, forcing his oversized cock into a young mother, defining her...claiming her...leaving the older woman speechless...
Suddenly, Tanvi pushed back to the force behind her while staring into Safiya's dumbstruck gaze to show how a younger woman can derive pleasure from a man other than her own husband...the carnal thrill of cheating her marriage with a man whose wife watching her helplessly...it made yet another jolt on Tanvi's hips!
“I think you made a big mistake of not telling me the truth", as he murmured into her ear, Khurram pushed another inch into the young mother.
Tanvi had to clutch and grip the bedsheets inside her fists as her head dropped down and hit the mattress, hard...but the fact that her hips pushing back to his cock wasn’t lost on both Khurram and Tanvi.
"You are mine, Tanvi...after this, you will never, ever spread your filthy cunt to anyone other than me, bitch", Khurram grunted once again into her ear and slid further of his length inside...his cock penetrated her hole a bit more than all this while...and she felt it...the pain...the searing pleasure filled pain of being split open...there was nothing she could do...other that remaining on her elbows, and allowing him to do whatever he wished to do with her...an absolute fuck toy! The very thought sent shivers through her spine along with the painful expansion of her pussy.
"Slap!"
"Oooouuuww, Khuurrraaam...jiiiiiii", an inhuman shriek came out from her lungs while her pale yellow ass-cheeks burned with pain and fire and immediately created deep red color welts where his hands thundered on her soft skin.
Khurram, using both his hands, landed another full-blown and powerful slap over her upturned buttocks. As his palms were larger than normal sized, her entire ass-cheeks bounced and reddened immediately...
Without allowing her time to retaliate, Khurram gripped her hips and bulbous ass-cheeks with his large hands and pulled her back, stretching her pussy, inserting his cock to its maximum possible length inside her, slamming his hips and hitting her ass to stop her from wobbling...
Tanvi lost her breath. Her body lost it's control. Her mind went black. Her eyes clamped shut...
Khurram moved with precision. He rammed against her ass as hard and as fast as he could. He wanted to ensure her memory got etched with what she was going through. Also, he wanted her to start enjoying the forceful sex, because that was what he marvelled at...listening to the cries, the protests, the anger, from the women he had sex with. He was hellbound to ensure the young mother would beg him to be taken forcibly again, through her life, after he was done with her.
His slut!
His own, personal bitch!
The very thought of having the exotic woman at his fingertips made his cock jerk and expanded exponentially, the veins on his cock throbbed with blood rush, Khurram's scrotum contracted to churn it's milk...
Tanvi gasped and fought for air, as the girth of the sex-crazed old man was filling her insides to an impossible expansion of her poor pussy. The way his cock filled exponentially inside her forced her to fall into a delirious state of carnal numbness. The way he held her body, the method he used to hold her hips and clutched her wide ass while thrusting in and out was something that she never experienced with Sanjoth. Feeling his cock as she was bent in this new position, she thought that her body would crack open into Khurram's shaft as he menacingly crushed every centimeter of her soft pussy walls.
She sensed her woman-hole becoming more drenched and slippery like it was trying to match every pump that he forced into her...stretching it...moulding her married pussy into something she never knew existed...
With her pussy boiling up to another massive orgasm, Khurram removed his left hand and pushed her shoulders down and hard against the soft mattress. Along with it, using his right hand, he pushed her lower back further down, making her ass make yet another bend to the extremely arched position, he forced her pussy to expand more than it already was.
His next plunge was so savage that it squeezed the last of her air to escape out of her lungs and pushed out with a cry of suffocating agony...not from pain...her cry came out of her with a tone of pure lust that was music to the mad man behind her!
The next moments were pure assault!
An absolute shift of sex for Tanvi who never experienced such brutal fuck in her entire life!
A complete opposite of what she knew of sex, how it should be, finding out finally of how her body could succumb to such a pleasure that she never knew existed!
Tanvi's whole body was on fire as it responded to the way Khurram was treating it apart, piece by piece, fraction by fraction. His relentless positioning drove her into a bitch who carried only one emotion...lust for copulation. With his hand on her shoulders, forcing her down to the dark bed, she felt helpless to stop him. An image of a savage, and brutal animal pounding came into her blackened head.
“Oh, fuck”, Tanvi finally cursed loudly into the mattress. She bit her lips for spilling that bad word.
"Khurrrammmjiiiii", she yelled and then moaned loudly.
"Mmmm...uuurgghhh...aaah", Tanvi moaned as Khurram relentlessly fucked her from behind. She couldn't believe it to be a reality that she was inside the vintage smelling apartment of the dirty old man, in Khurram's bedroom, on his dark, unkempt bed. She surrendered herself to him and he slid his cock into her from behind.
Khurram stared down at her with his usual angry look before he planted a sloppy kiss on her shoulder blade, next to her neck, close to her earlobe, making her shudder.
Tanvi's tempo was picking up, it wasn't slow anymore. She tried her best to match his pace, ecstasy spreading across her face as his girthy cock slid into her velvety folds like a snake entering and exiting it's cave. Her ass was so firm and bouncy that it felt like he was really fucking her ass-cheeks, not her cunt. Khurram was steady on his pace. He wanted her to partake with the same steam of what he held when he planned to start the overdrive. Her legs were spread wide, her knees bent, her ass up into an erotic arch that was a vision he never wanted to forget, her head slammed down to his mattress, her hands spread to both sides clutching the dark bed sheet and yelping for dear life.
Tanvi wanted to kiss. Use her lips on anything...anyone...Despite being molested and fucked without permission, she wanted to kiss the mad old man. Her mouth parted to release louder groans, her tongue thrusted out as if trying to find his mouth. When she felt Khurram's left hand next to her face, without asking, without a trace of shame, she slurped his thumb inside her mouth. Her tongue danced along it's thickness, like she did over his penis-head. She sucked his thumb like how she sucked his cock.
Suddenly, Khurram was next to her ear. "Take all of me, slut"
“Mmmmm”, Tanvi crooned in a soft voice while writhing under the old man, in his bedroom, on his dark mattress. It was too much for the poor, young mother to take it all in. Despite a tiny ray of remorse of what she was doing, her body responded through her legs, widening further, with a slow thrust backward...meeting his hips...his cock...his damned...wretched...yet magnificent cock!
Tanvi couldn't believe how good the new position felt. His thick cock dragged punishingly against her g-spot, making her body to arch further, bend against gravity, and the next moment, another toxic wave of fire engulfed her. Terrified of how the painful intrusion turned into a pleasure beyond her imagination made Tanvi to grunt and protest back a bit...and failed...Khurram's grip on her shoulder and lower back was unyielding.
She bit her lip, trying miserably to contain her moans, but the heat that flooded inside her pussy made it impossible to hold...loud groans of sinful pleasure released along with her body jolting sporadically. A fleeting thought ray passed through her head questioning if she was the very same person who was a wife and a mother!!! That tiny pinch of guilt created an agitation of dirty liquid to crowd inside her razed-down pussy.
Khurram, standing where he was, lifted his left leg and planted that foot on the bed, in direct conjunction to her left ass and thighs. It gave yet another advantage on his angle. The next thrust forced into her pussy by adding one more inch inside of her...and the only thing that Tanvi could do was to cry and yelp mindlessly, loudly, screaming his name and begging to stop...yet her pleas didn't get any direct answer.
"Don't...ooooh-gaaaawd...mmmm, I...I...I am cummmmingggg", she cried again as her pussy walls crushed against his girth, holding him, trapping him, milking him...Tanvi felt comfort, despite being taken without her permission, during those mad moments, the friction of Khurram's powerful muscles against her naked skin gave a sort of carnal comfort to her.
Suddenly, she used her left hand to go back and clutch his ankle...into a grip that Khurram thought he'd lose his balance...then he grinned...she was about to cum...again...
“Bitch, you are so fucking tight", Khurram growled and was mesmerised while wondering at his ability to break this Goddess...till that evening, she fought him with all her spirits...and now, she was screaming his name to make her cum.
"Aaaagghhh-Gooood-hmmmm", Tanvi's vision turned into nothingness. The intense heat that spread her insides covered every part of her pussy, it came from a place that was unknown to her, but it came forth...it was a relentless pressure that was stopped by the punishing inserts that the old man continued.
She felt herself losing all her energy and collapsed onto his dark bed.
Khurram drove into her again, and this time, he felt the gush of her liquid forcing his cock to pull out...but he buried himself inside her, holding her, making her realize that her jolting pussy was not going to get released soon.
Khurram thought of maximising his pleasure. It would've been best if he could climb on top of her, allowing him all the leverage to pump his entire length inside...tearing all her defences, then deciding against it...it was for another time...
Taniv screamed as the next orgasm rocked her tormented pussy. Khurram continued his rapid thrusts into her cunt. Every movement deliberately aimed to generate multiple orgasms to punish her body and it did...Her nerves went on fire...her entire body was under the spell of his devious tool.
“Mmmm", Khurram leaned again to reach her ear...and snarled behind her.
“I can't get this enough. I wish I would've dragged you here the very day you came here with the sweets, horny bitch"
Hearing him swearing, through her closed eyes, inside her blackened head, Tanvi saw the same apartment, the day she walked into the very apartment with a bowl of Kheer and freshly baked Banana Muffins, prepared to get introduced with the elderly couple. Her cunt spat another burp of dirty cum juice at the very thought of Khurram dragging her then and fucking mindlessly as he was doing to her now. She felt her body losing all it's power, energy draining away. Slowly, her thrusting motion ceased. Her head was filled with endorphins of the after-glow from yet another mind-shattering orgasm. She lost count of how many times the crazed old man made her torn pussy to blast it's sinul liquid.
With another needy moan, she turned her head sideways and planted a soft kiss on the large toe that was close to her face.
Then the pain returned.
But it wasn't from her groin.
Khurram had her silky, black hair in his wrist and was pulling her up, from behind!
Khurram pulled her till he saw her hand leaving his ankle and pushing both palms on the mattress creating a whole new arch over her entire back. He held her in that position for a moment, to let her come to terms with the new position. Her body was bent backwards in a way that she had no leverage on the bed, as his hold on her hair was too powerful. Her throat curved out and made her mouth wide open and tongue hanging out with a silent scream...
Using his leg placed on the bed, Khurram started to move again behind the violated young mother. The hold on her hair held her in place. Each of his thrust made her obscenely crushed buttocks to juggle and bounce matching her painful groans.
“Please...pleeeggghhh...aaah”, Tanvi tried to shout and only a muffle came out of her chest. Her breasts were thrusted forward and wobbled with every pump that her cunt received from behind. "Mmmm...oouh..gghaah...stop...stoopp...pleeeaaaghh"
“Bitch”, Khurram shouted from behind as he rode her like a bull, a real bull punishing it's massive phallus into a poor female.
Tanvi couldn’t contain or control anything. She was a puppet, just a tool that the old man moulded into a pleasure machine.
Between his thrusts, Khurram watched the toned body of the young wife and her fantastically shaped ass that was pushing back to his cock, despite how contorted he held her in the new position. It seemed like her pussy was seeking more of him. An evil smile came to his lips as he looked at the whole was actively rocking back to his cock, desperately trying to gulp more of it, as much as physically possible.
With a devilish grin and glee from the carnal world, along with a winning feeling, he saw the hot bodied Goddess breaking piece by piece...he was remoulding her innocence to start craving for his savage sex. To make the matter worse for her, Tanvi...who, without realizing it...was participating in everything he was making her do.
“Aaaagghhh”, Tanvi felt dizzy and head started to spin. The blood rush due to the contorted position triggered it. The worst effect was, despite her vision fading, yet another warmth started to spread inside her sinful hole. It felt like everything around her started to turn black, except her cunt that burned with fire.
A jolt!
Her body shuddered into a frozen still!
A carnal, subhuman scream came out from her throat, along with her pussy lips clenching and unclenching in a frenzied pace over Khurram's girth!
Her body lost it's weight and fell on the bed like a dead weight, passed out.
Laughing like a maniac, Khurram pulled out from the broken young mother and scooped her in his long arms to place her firmly and spread her to her back once again on the large bed. He clearly saw that Tanvi was breathing heavily, but she was not consciously aware that she was being moved. She crooned and moaned with every move he made on her.
Her legs were spread again into a sploot...wide and with an open invitation to the wretched old man to take her as his woman!
Slowly, with deliberate pace, Khurram climbed on his bed, and opened her legs, slowly...holding her by ankles, he spread her legs wide and placed them stretched out. Looking down, he saw her drenched pussy, the pitch black pubic hair wet all around and glistening with her juices.
Her clit stood proud, still up and swollen large...just like her nipples...straight up...pointed...vibrating with every breath she took in and released.
With another slow move, he lifted her hips a bit, and pushed his hard cock, once again to split her soaked sex.
Tanvi moaned in her exhausted and delirious state when she felt the girth entering her married orifice, once again. Her subconscious mind tried hard to come into terms of how her small hole could fit in the damning size inside it. But the very images of his tool deriving orgasms that upped one after another made her legs spread wider, automatically.
“Hmmmmm”, Tanvi crooned to the old man, as if appreciating him for every unholy thing he did to her.
Khurram moved his hips forward, slow and deliberate, while ensuring that the beautiful piece of female anatomy wouldn't react badly. He wanted to make this an experience for him, not for her, for him. With a soft grunt, he sunk the rest of his length into the beautiful mother. The dark room and the rest of the world were silent except for the sloshy noises of their genitals. He slowed his thrusts, but kept his pace steady. Never giving her room to gather any sense of normalcy.
“Aaahmmmm", Tanvi moaned from beneath. Khurram leaned forward and hooked her with his hand into a tight embrace and planted a sloppy kiss on her parted mouth and felt her lips opening up and sucking his tongue like a woman possessed.
“Fuck, your pussy is too good. I am about to cum in you", Khurram whispered to her ear. He immediately noticed how the young woman responded to it. Her hips rose slightly off the mattress...she was silently asking for more.
“Ummmmm”, Tanvi moaned back to the old man. It was the tone he was waiting for...her permission...finally!
The thought of him filling her...she felt herself losing her consciousness with that single thought...
“I think you'll be begging me for more nights like this, wouldn't you?", Khurram grumbled into her ear again.
Instead of replying, Tanvi folded her legs, knees bent, and wrapped her legs around Khurram's hips.
Within the next few seconds, the odd lovers were locked into synchronised moves. Each time he made a thrust into her, she pushed up, taking more of him. Once again, his engorged cock-head scbangd against her g-spot, creating shudders in her body. Tremors of carnal passion overtook the poor woman. She crooned her moans into his waiting ears.
“Mmmmm….don’t stop", Tanvi whimpered with a request to the old man to not stop...
Khurram felt her pussy gripping his girth, she was about to cum, again. He was also close.
"I am going to fuck you, again, every day and every night, you are my slut now, you hear me Tanvi? My own bitch...you will spread these legs only to me...only for me...you are mine...and I am going to cum inside you...now...and always...always", he whispered the reality into her half-dead mind. Placing the fact into her head...
“Oh-God-Khurramjiii", Tanvi moaned back. She knew what she heard would not be her reality...but the moment...it asked for her to accept...she felt like she belonged to him...to the vile old man whom she loathed...hated...yes, she was where she was supposed to be...taking what was rightfully hers...the thoughts triggered something in her.
"Cum for me, Khurramji...Cum for me"
Tanvi hollered as she actively pushed back against him...rapid movements from her hips. Her pussy turned into a lock over his girth, clamping it to the length that he pushed inside of her. All she wanted during those blissful moments was his cum...the heavy load of his thick, smokey cum to fill her pussy.
She was painfully fully aware that nothing would stop him...or them...with that thought, she engulfed him into a tight embrace and kissed...thrusting her long tongue deep into his mouth...hips turning into vicious thrust to match his pace...
Khurram wanted the moments of euphoria to continue, to eat her alive, drive both of them into the world of pleasure, then he felt it inside him...he was about to cum as well.
“I’m about to cum, Tanvi”, Khurram whispered to her between their passionate kisses and mouth-smothering. "I'm going to give you my gift", he grunted heavily into her ear like he was telling her a secret.
Her hands gripped his vast upper back, her nails digging into his shoulder blades.
“Oh-God”, she moaned into his mouth. “Cum for me, Khurramji. Cum inside me. Cum for me”
As the words left her mouth, Tanvi felt her pussy gushing, a painful swell, it was not her...it was him...his cock expanded further inside as her cunt started to squish it's contents as he clearly understood she got ready to accept his cum.
"Fuck", Khurram grunted back as the pressure of her orgasm made his cock to expand even larger inside her.
His hips jerked, hard.
Her hips plummeted, in a frenzy.
Moans and grunts became one between their sloppy smooch of primal need.
A twitch!
Her body jolted at it.
She felt a new heat filling inside her pussy.
An unknown heat!
Khurram made a hard shove and held!
His cock started it's downpour.
Tanvi sensed his shaft pulsing and throbbing inside her. She felt filled, beyond anything she ever felt. Not even like when she carried her two children. This was a different, completely different filling. She heard little burps from her pussy each time Khurram pushed into her.
When he thrusted again, she felt his thing twitching, and releasing more liquid. Topping his torrents, her own cunt was releasing her cum along as well. In less than a few seconds, her cunt started overflowing. Without finding any gap to release between his girth and her clenched pussy, their combined liquids had to find a passage, with each outward pull, their cum poured outside...yet, both of them felt her soft petals of her pussy milking him to the last drop he deposited inside her.
“Aaaarghh...fuck”, Khurram let out a primal growl as he felt his balls finally felt drained.
“Take it all, slut!”, he continued his punishingly savage onslaught on the poor young and helpless woman.
“Mmmmmmm", Tanvi whimpered as she held the old man in her embrace, feeling her own release and his downpour taking her lust to another level of ecstatic comfort. She allowed the numbing sensations that overtook her body as the final throes of her orgasm washed over. It felt amazing, suffocating and moreover content. It was more intense than she had ever experienced. She wanted to stay in that pleasure plateau forever, but her exhausted body and blacked mid pulled her into a deep slumber.
Khurram held her in his arms, close, placing soft kisses to her face, neck and lips while remaining connected with the young mother for a few minutes before withdrawing.
Slowly, without disturbing her, he flopped over onto his side of the bed. With a deep grunt of satisfaction, he remained lying next to her, with the knowing that he won, with complete understanding that every bit of what he planned became a final reality. He closed his eyes thinking about his next actions...with the naked and spent Goddess who slept next to him...without care where she was...with whom she was sharing her bed with.
Tanvi woke up with a start. She sat up on the large, dark bed in an auto-reflex. As she blinked her eyes to open, her brain brought every bit of the previous night into her head. She turned sideways and with horror, found the heavy-set old man sleeping with his semi-hard penis, naked, just like her.
She jolted again when she recognized the sound that woke her.
"It was Dattu! Her milkman, he was outside her home, at the parking lot, calling her to collect the daily milk supply", Tanvi felt a hard pain of panic inside her stomach and as she looked down, an audible gasp left her lips.
She was half-seated, naked, on the wet and dark bedsheet that was soaked with their combined juices. The very thought that she slept through on that filthy liquid made her stomach clench with suffocation.
To her utter shock of life, she wasn’t feeling shame or regret, it was disgust that she felt on the fact that everything she imagined and wished to not happen, actually happened.
Another ring from Dattu's cycle made her stand up. Then she realized she was naked, and had nothing to wear. The images of how Khurram brought her to his home made her eyes close with embarrassment.
"Wear it", Khurram's heavy voice made her look at him.
Tanvi saw the old man nodding at a discarded tee-shirt on a side table. Without talking and avoiding further eye contact, she took the tee and wore it over her head. To her relief, it reached below her ass, giving her a reasonable shield of cover, if one can call it that. She rushed out, almost sprinting.
Tanvi stopped at the bedroom door, when she heard the old man calling her name. She tilted to turn her head, and met his eyes.
"Shave yourself, Tanvi. I can't have your pussy hair in my mouth tonight", he grunted loudly with a grin that almost made her feel to puke right where she stood.
"This...will never happen", she grumbled back and turned to walk out.
"Yes, it will...YOU will be back for more, slut!", Tanvi heard the rumble of his voice as she walked out of the apartment.
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