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Deepa’s body was a live wire of tension on the marital king-sized bed. Her smooth arms remained raised submissively above her head, fingers clutching the pillow so tightly her knuckles had turned white. Sweat glistened in the hollows of her smooth underarms, trickling slowly down the sides of her heavy breasts. Her chest rose and fell in rapid, shallow bursts, making the red lace bra — now pulled down beneath her breasts — push her full, round tits upward like an obscene offering. Her dark nipples stood painfully erect, swollen and shiny from Johnny’s earlier teasing.
Her soft tummy quivered nonstop, the deep navel filled with a tiny pool of sweat that sparkled under the bedroom light. Lower still, her thick golden thighs were spread wide apart, completely at Johnny’s mercy. Her freshly shaved pussy was obscenely exposed — puffy outer lips glistening, inner folds parted and dripping, her swollen clit peeking out desperately from its hood. Clear arousal leaked steadily from her hole, forming a growing wet spot on the bedsheet beneath her ass. The scent of her arousal hung heavy in the air.
Johnny knelt between her legs like a predator savoring his meal. He had all the time in the world, and he knew it. His rough hands rested on the insides of her thighs, thumbs stroking the sensitive skin in slow, lazy circles, keeping her spread open.
He leaned in close, his hot breath fanning directly over her soaked cunt.
Deepa’s breath caught sharply in her throat. “Haaaa…” Her hips twitched, but his strong grip held her firmly in place.
“Relax, baby,” Johnny murmured, voice low and velvety. “We’re going to take this very, very slow today. I want you to feel every single second. I want your mind to burn with shame while your body begs for more.”
He started with the lightest possible touch — the very tip of his tongue tracing the outer edge of her left pussy lip in one long, excruciatingly slow stroke. Then he repeated it on the right lip. No pressure. No hurry. Just wet, teasing contact that made her folds flutter.
Deepa’s breath hitched again. “Johnny… please… don’t tease me like this…”
Johnny looked up at her flushed face, eyes locking with hers. “Why not, Deepa? Your husband is probably sitting in his office right now, proudly telling everyone about his big tender win. And here you are — lying naked on his bed with your legs spread for another man. Tell me… does that thought make your cunt throb harder?”
He followed the question with another slow, flat lick — this time from the bottom of her slit all the way up, stopping just short of her clit. The wet sound was loud and obscene in the quiet room.
“Slurrrp…”
Deepa’s tummy fluttered violently. A fresh gush of juices leaked out. “Ahhh… haaa… don’t say that…”
Johnny smiled against her flesh. He sucked one swollen outer lip gently into his mouth, rolling it slowly between his lips while his tongue stroked the sensitive skin inside. He released it with a wet pop, then did the same to the other lip, taking his time, savoring her taste.
“Answer me honestly, bhabi,” he whispered, his breath hot against her dripping entrance. “When Charan comes home tonight and wants to fuck you again, will you be thinking about my tongue? Will you close your eyes and remember how a younger man made your married pussy leak like this?”
He pushed the very tip of his tongue inside her hole — just the tip — and swirled it slowly in shallow circles, tasting her deepest nectar without giving any real penetration.
Deepa’s breath caught violently in her throat. Her raised arms trembled. “Haaaa… Johnny… stop asking these things… it’s so wrong… I feel so ashamed…”
But her pussy clenched hard around his invading tongue tip, pushing out more slick fluid that he eagerly lapped up.
Johnny withdrew his tongue and replaced it with one thick finger. He slid it inside her with agonizing slowness — inch by inch — until it was buried deep. Then he held it completely still, letting her feel the fullness without any movement.
“Feel that?” he asked softly. “Just one finger and you’re already fluttering around it like a desperate slut. Now imagine if it was my thick 9-inch cock instead. Would you cum faster than you do with your husband?”
He began the slowest possible thrusting — pulling his finger out almost completely, then sliding it back in with deliberate care, curling it gently against her front wall on every inward stroke. At the same time, his tongue returned to her clit, giving it the lightest, laziest circles imaginable.
Deepa’s entire body was on fire. Sweat poured down her sides. Her navel glittered brighter. Her heavy breasts bounced slightly with every ragged breath. Her smooth underarms shone wetly.
“Johnny… haaa… please… faster… I can’t bear this slow teasing…” she whimpered, voice cracking with humiliation and need.
Johnny chuckled softly against her clit. “No, baby. This is how I want you — burning slowly, dripping, ashamed, and completely aware of what a cheating whore you’ve become. Tell me the truth while I lick you. Whose tongue feels better on your married cunt — mine or Charan’s?”
He sucked her clit gently between his lips and pulsed softly, while his finger continued its maddeningly slow, deep strokes inside her.
Deepa’s head thrashed on the pillow. Tears of shame streamed down her cheeks even as her hips tried to chase his mouth. “Yours… oh god… yours feels better… haaa… I hate myself for saying it…”
Johnny rewarded her honesty with a slightly firmer suck on her clit, but still kept the overall pace torturously slow. He added a second finger, stretching her gradually, scissoring them open inside her while his tongue continued its lazy circles.
“Such a good girl,” he praised between licks. “Now tell me… when you squirted on my cock the other day, did you feel guilty? Or did it feel better than any orgasm your husband has ever given you?”
He curled both fingers firmly against her G-spot and held them there, applying steady pressure without thrusting, while his tongue flicked her clit in slow, deliberate strokes.
Deepa’s breath kept catching in her throat. Her thighs shook uncontrollably. “It… it felt better… much better… haaaa… I’m so ashamed… please let me cum… I’m burning inside…”
Johnny pulled his fingers out almost completely, then pushed them back in with the same slow, controlled motion. He alternated between long, flat licks covering her entire slit and gentle sucking on her clit. Every movement was calculated to keep her right on the edge without pushing her over.
“Look at your body, Deepa,” he murmured, voice thick with lust. “Arms up like a surrendered slut. Tits bouncing. Tummy shivering. Pussy dripping all over your husband’s bed. Every time I ask you a question, your cunt clenches harder around my fingers. You love being exposed like this, don’t you? You love knowing that at any moment the door could open and Charan could walk in and see his faithful wife getting her married pussy eaten by the man who blackmailed her brother.”
Deepa sobbed openly now, the combination of filthy questions, slow burning teasing, and the constant fear of discovery driving her mad with arousal and guilt.
“Johnny… please… I can’t take anymore… haaa… I’m going crazy…”
But Johnny had no intention of speeding up. He kept the pace deliberately slow and intense — fingers sliding in and out with long, deep strokes, tongue working her clit in lazy, wet circles, mouth occasionally sucking her swollen lips or dipping into her leaking hole.
He continued asking hot, erotic questions between every slow lick and thrust, forcing her to confront her shameful transformation with every word:
“Does your husband know his wife’s pussy gets wetter for a rowdy than for him?”
“When he kisses you tonight, will you still taste my tongue on your lips?”
“Tell me, Deepa… if I asked you to spread your legs for me every single day while Charan is at work, would you obey like the obedient married slut you’ve become?”
Each question was delivered with another long, slow lick or a deep, curling stroke of his fingers. The slow burning seduction stretched on and on, building the fire inside Deepa higher and higher without mercy.
Her heart continued its frantic rhythm — LUB DUB… LUB DUB… LUB DUB…
Her body was drenched in sweat. Her raised arms ached. Her pussy throbbed and leaked endlessly. Shame, guilt, fear, and unbearable arousal twisted together into one overwhelming storm.
Johnny looked up at her tear-streaked, desperate face with a dark, satisfied smile.
“We still have a long way to go, baby,” he whispered against her dripping cunt. “I’m going to keep you right on this edge for a very long time… until you’re begging me to ruin you completely on your husband’s bed.”
The slow, intense, gripping teasing continued — relentless, filthy, and mercilessly slow — while the unlocked door and the real world outside waited like a ticking bomb.
Deepa was completely lost in the burning flames of her own shameful surrender.
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Deepa was a trembling, dripping mess on the marital bed. Her smooth arms still raised submissively above her head, underarms shining with sweat. Her soft tummy quivered violently, deep navel glittering. Her freshly shaved pussy leaked continuously, the inner thighs slick and shiny. Every slow lick and filthy question from Johnny had pushed her closer and closer to the edge without letting her fall.
Johnny finally pulled his fingers out of her dripping hole with a wet sound. He crawled up her body slowly, his muscular frame hovering over her voluptuous curves. His eyes locked onto her heavy, heaving breasts — full, round, and begging for attention. The red bra was still pushed down beneath them, framing the soft creamy flesh beautifully.
“Such big, beautiful tits,” he murmured huskily. “I’ve been thinking about these since the day you slapped me. Time to give them proper attention.”
He lowered his head and started with the slowest, most sensual licking. His hot tongue traced the underside of her left breast in long, wet strokes — from the outer curve all the way to the deep valley of her cleavage. He repeated it on the right breast, savoring the salty taste of her sweat. Deepa’s breath caught sharply in her throat with every slow pass.
“Haaaa…”
Johnny took his time. He kissed the soft flesh all around her nipples in lazy circles, never touching the stiff peaks yet. His stubble grazed her sensitive skin, sending electric sparks straight to her core. He licked the deep cleavage slowly, tongue dipping between her breasts, then moved back to circle the areola of her left nipple with feather-light strokes.
Deepa’s raised arms trembled harder. “Johnny… please… not so slow… I can’t control…”
But he ignored her plea. He finally took her left nipple into his mouth — not sucking hard, but with gentle, rhythmic pulsing. He sucked softly, then released, then sucked again, his tongue flicking the stiff bud inside his mouth. At the same time, his hand cupped her right breast, thumb rolling the nipple in slow, maddening circles.
Deepa’s breath kept catching in her throat. “Ahhh… haaa… oh god…”
Johnny switched breasts, giving the right nipple the same slow, passionate treatment — sucking, licking, occasionally grazing his teeth very lightly over the sensitive tip. He alternated between both breasts for long, unhurried minutes, making them shiny with his saliva, swollen and aching. He even gently chewed on her nipples with his lips and teeth — not painful, but firm enough to make her back arch off the bed.
Deepa could no longer control herself. The slow burning on her breasts, combined with the earlier teasing on her pussy, pushed her over the edge without any direct touch on her clit.
Her body suddenly tensed. Her raised arms shook violently. Her tummy fluttered wildly.
“Haaaaaaa… Johnny… I’m… I’m cumming… ahhhhhh!!”
A powerful orgasm ripped through her even though he was only sucking her nipples. Her pussy clenched hard, gushing fresh juices onto the bedsheet in rhythmic spasms. Her heavy breasts bounced in his mouth as her body convulsed. She moaned loudly, shamefully, unable to stop the broken cries escaping her throat while her arms stayed raised as ordered.
Johnny kept sucking gently through her orgasm, prolonging it until her body finally went limp, breathing heavily, tears streaming down her cheeks.
He pulled back slightly, lips shiny, and looked at her flushed face with a satisfied smirk.
“Good girl. You came just from me sucking your big tits. Now… get on your knees and suck my cock.”
Deepa’s eyes widened in fresh shame. She shook her head weakly, still panting. “No… Johnny… please… I’ve never done that for anyone except my husband… I can’t…”
Johnny’s expression hardened slightly, though his voice remained low and commanding. “I said suck my cock, Deepa. You’re already lying naked on your husband’s bed with your pussy dripping for me. Don’t act like a faithful wife now. Get on your knees.”
She hesitated for a long moment, shame burning her face. But the memory of the lock-up, Rahul’s bruises, and the power Johnny held over her family made her obey. With trembling limbs, she lowered her arms and slowly got on her knees on the bed, facing him.
Johnny stood up beside the bed and unzipped his jeans, pulling out his thick 9-inch cock. It was rock-hard, heavily veined, and already leaking precum from the swollen head.
Deepa stared at it with wide eyes, her breath catching again. It looked so much bigger and thicker than Charan’s.
Johnny gripped the base and brought the head close to her full lips. “Open your mouth, bhabi. Suck it slowly. Show me how grateful you are for saving your brother.”
With tears of humiliation in her eyes, Deepa parted her lips and took the thick head into her warm mouth. She started sucking gently, her tongue swirling around the head in hesitant circles. Johnny groaned softly, one hand resting on the back of her head, guiding her but not forcing.
“That’s it… good girl. Take more. Suck it like you mean it.”
Deepa obeyed, taking more of his thick shaft into her mouth, sucking with slow, wet movements. Her cheeks hollowed as she worked him, saliva dripping down her chin. The taste was strong and masculine. Shame flooded her, but she continued, bobbing her head slowly while her heavy breasts swayed beneath her.
Johnny watched her with dark pleasure. “Look at you… the respectable housewife sucking cock on her marital bed. Your husband would die if he saw this.”
After several minutes of her slow, reluctant sucking, Johnny pulled his cock out of her mouth with a wet pop. He pushed her gently onto her back again and climbed between her spread thighs.
He rubbed the thick head of his cock up and down her soaked slit — slow, teasing strokes that coated him in her juices.
“Beg for it, Deepa,” he whispered.
“Please… Johnny… fuck me…” she whimpered, voice broken.
He pushed the head inside her slowly — stretching her tight married pussy inch by inch. Deepa’s breath caught in her throat as he filled her. When he was fully buried, balls-deep inside her, he stayed still for a long moment, letting her feel every throbbing inch.
Then he began to fuck her — gently at first. Long, slow, deep strokes that dragged against every sensitive spot inside her. His hands gripped her soft waist, thumbs pressing into her flesh as he rolled his hips in controlled, passionate rhythm.
Deepa moaned loudly, her arms wrapping around his back. “Haaaa… so deep… ahhh…”
Johnny gradually increased the intensity. His strokes became harder, faster, rougher. The bed started creaking loudly under his powerful thrusts. Skin slapped against skin. Her heavy breasts bounced wildly with every rough stroke.
He pounded her relentlessly now — deep, hard thrusts that hit her cervix again and again.
Deepa came the first time with a loud cry. “I’m cumming… haaaaa… Johnny… I’m cumming!!”
Her pussy clenched violently around his thick cock, squirting hot juices around his shaft as her body shook.
Johnny didn’t stop. He fucked her through her orgasm with even rougher strokes, gripping her hips tightly.
A second, even stronger orgasm ripped through her just minutes later. “Ahhhhhh… again… I’m cumming again… oh god!!”
Her walls fluttered and milked him hard. Johnny groaned deeply and buried himself to the hilt, flooding her married womb with thick, hot ropes of cum.
They both collapsed, breathing heavily, bodies slick with sweat. Johnny’s cock remained buried inside her, twitching as the last drops spilled.
Deepa lay beneath him, completely spent, tears of shame and overwhelming pleasure mixing on her cheeks. The slow burning seduction had turned into raw, intense fucking — and she had cum harder than she ever had with her husband.
The risk of the unlocked door still hung in the air.
Johnny kissed her neck softly and whispered, “This is only the beginning, my sweet bhabi. I’ll be back soon.”
He finally pulled out, leaving her pussy gaping and leaking his cum onto the marital bedsheet.
Deepa could only lie there, destroyed and dripping, wondering how much more of her soul she would lose to this dangerous man.
Her soft tummy quivered nonstop, the deep navel filled with a tiny pool of sweat that sparkled under the bedroom light. Lower still, her thick golden thighs were spread wide apart, completely at Johnny’s mercy. Her freshly shaved pussy was obscenely exposed — puffy outer lips glistening, inner folds parted and dripping, her swollen clit peeking out desperately from its hood. Clear arousal leaked steadily from her hole, forming a growing wet spot on the bedsheet beneath her ass. The scent of her arousal hung heavy in the air.
Johnny knelt between her legs like a predator savoring his meal. He had all the time in the world, and he knew it. His rough hands rested on the insides of her thighs, thumbs stroking the sensitive skin in slow, lazy circles, keeping her spread open.
He leaned in close, his hot breath fanning directly over her soaked cunt.
Deepa’s breath caught sharply in her throat. “Haaaa…” Her hips twitched, but his strong grip held her firmly in place.
“Relax, baby,” Johnny murmured, voice low and velvety. “We’re going to take this very, very slow today. I want you to feel every single second. I want your mind to burn with shame while your body begs for more.”
He started with the lightest possible touch — the very tip of his tongue tracing the outer edge of her left pussy lip in one long, excruciatingly slow stroke. Then he repeated it on the right lip. No pressure. No hurry. Just wet, teasing contact that made her folds flutter.
Deepa’s breath hitched again. “Johnny… please… don’t tease me like this…”
Johnny looked up at her flushed face, eyes locking with hers. “Why not, Deepa? Your husband is probably sitting in his office right now, proudly telling everyone about his big tender win. And here you are — lying naked on his bed with your legs spread for another man. Tell me… does that thought make your cunt throb harder?”
He followed the question with another slow, flat lick — this time from the bottom of her slit all the way up, stopping just short of her clit. The wet sound was loud and obscene in the quiet room.
“Slurrrp…”
Deepa’s tummy fluttered violently. A fresh gush of juices leaked out. “Ahhh… haaa… don’t say that…”
Johnny smiled against her flesh. He sucked one swollen outer lip gently into his mouth, rolling it slowly between his lips while his tongue stroked the sensitive skin inside. He released it with a wet pop, then did the same to the other lip, taking his time, savoring her taste.
“Answer me honestly, bhabi,” he whispered, his breath hot against her dripping entrance. “When Charan comes home tonight and wants to fuck you again, will you be thinking about my tongue? Will you close your eyes and remember how a younger man made your married pussy leak like this?”
He pushed the very tip of his tongue inside her hole — just the tip — and swirled it slowly in shallow circles, tasting her deepest nectar without giving any real penetration.
Deepa’s breath caught violently in her throat. Her raised arms trembled. “Haaaa… Johnny… stop asking these things… it’s so wrong… I feel so ashamed…”
But her pussy clenched hard around his invading tongue tip, pushing out more slick fluid that he eagerly lapped up.
Johnny withdrew his tongue and replaced it with one thick finger. He slid it inside her with agonizing slowness — inch by inch — until it was buried deep. Then he held it completely still, letting her feel the fullness without any movement.
“Feel that?” he asked softly. “Just one finger and you’re already fluttering around it like a desperate slut. Now imagine if it was my thick 9-inch cock instead. Would you cum faster than you do with your husband?”
He began the slowest possible thrusting — pulling his finger out almost completely, then sliding it back in with deliberate care, curling it gently against her front wall on every inward stroke. At the same time, his tongue returned to her clit, giving it the lightest, laziest circles imaginable.
Deepa’s entire body was on fire. Sweat poured down her sides. Her navel glittered brighter. Her heavy breasts bounced slightly with every ragged breath. Her smooth underarms shone wetly.
“Johnny… haaa… please… faster… I can’t bear this slow teasing…” she whimpered, voice cracking with humiliation and need.
Johnny chuckled softly against her clit. “No, baby. This is how I want you — burning slowly, dripping, ashamed, and completely aware of what a cheating whore you’ve become. Tell me the truth while I lick you. Whose tongue feels better on your married cunt — mine or Charan’s?”
He sucked her clit gently between his lips and pulsed softly, while his finger continued its maddeningly slow, deep strokes inside her.
Deepa’s head thrashed on the pillow. Tears of shame streamed down her cheeks even as her hips tried to chase his mouth. “Yours… oh god… yours feels better… haaa… I hate myself for saying it…”
Johnny rewarded her honesty with a slightly firmer suck on her clit, but still kept the overall pace torturously slow. He added a second finger, stretching her gradually, scissoring them open inside her while his tongue continued its lazy circles.
“Such a good girl,” he praised between licks. “Now tell me… when you squirted on my cock the other day, did you feel guilty? Or did it feel better than any orgasm your husband has ever given you?”
He curled both fingers firmly against her G-spot and held them there, applying steady pressure without thrusting, while his tongue flicked her clit in slow, deliberate strokes.
Deepa’s breath kept catching in her throat. Her thighs shook uncontrollably. “It… it felt better… much better… haaaa… I’m so ashamed… please let me cum… I’m burning inside…”
Johnny pulled his fingers out almost completely, then pushed them back in with the same slow, controlled motion. He alternated between long, flat licks covering her entire slit and gentle sucking on her clit. Every movement was calculated to keep her right on the edge without pushing her over.
“Look at your body, Deepa,” he murmured, voice thick with lust. “Arms up like a surrendered slut. Tits bouncing. Tummy shivering. Pussy dripping all over your husband’s bed. Every time I ask you a question, your cunt clenches harder around my fingers. You love being exposed like this, don’t you? You love knowing that at any moment the door could open and Charan could walk in and see his faithful wife getting her married pussy eaten by the man who blackmailed her brother.”
Deepa sobbed openly now, the combination of filthy questions, slow burning teasing, and the constant fear of discovery driving her mad with arousal and guilt.
“Johnny… please… I can’t take anymore… haaa… I’m going crazy…”
But Johnny had no intention of speeding up. He kept the pace deliberately slow and intense — fingers sliding in and out with long, deep strokes, tongue working her clit in lazy, wet circles, mouth occasionally sucking her swollen lips or dipping into her leaking hole.
He continued asking hot, erotic questions between every slow lick and thrust, forcing her to confront her shameful transformation with every word:
“Does your husband know his wife’s pussy gets wetter for a rowdy than for him?”
“When he kisses you tonight, will you still taste my tongue on your lips?”
“Tell me, Deepa… if I asked you to spread your legs for me every single day while Charan is at work, would you obey like the obedient married slut you’ve become?”
Each question was delivered with another long, slow lick or a deep, curling stroke of his fingers. The slow burning seduction stretched on and on, building the fire inside Deepa higher and higher without mercy.
Her heart continued its frantic rhythm — LUB DUB… LUB DUB… LUB DUB…
Her body was drenched in sweat. Her raised arms ached. Her pussy throbbed and leaked endlessly. Shame, guilt, fear, and unbearable arousal twisted together into one overwhelming storm.
Johnny looked up at her tear-streaked, desperate face with a dark, satisfied smile.
“We still have a long way to go, baby,” he whispered against her dripping cunt. “I’m going to keep you right on this edge for a very long time… until you’re begging me to ruin you completely on your husband’s bed.”
The slow, intense, gripping teasing continued — relentless, filthy, and mercilessly slow — while the unlocked door and the real world outside waited like a ticking bomb.
Deepa was completely lost in the burning flames of her own shameful surrender.
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Deepa was a trembling, dripping mess on the marital bed. Her smooth arms still raised submissively above her head, underarms shining with sweat. Her soft tummy quivered violently, deep navel glittering. Her freshly shaved pussy leaked continuously, the inner thighs slick and shiny. Every slow lick and filthy question from Johnny had pushed her closer and closer to the edge without letting her fall.
Johnny finally pulled his fingers out of her dripping hole with a wet sound. He crawled up her body slowly, his muscular frame hovering over her voluptuous curves. His eyes locked onto her heavy, heaving breasts — full, round, and begging for attention. The red bra was still pushed down beneath them, framing the soft creamy flesh beautifully.
“Such big, beautiful tits,” he murmured huskily. “I’ve been thinking about these since the day you slapped me. Time to give them proper attention.”
He lowered his head and started with the slowest, most sensual licking. His hot tongue traced the underside of her left breast in long, wet strokes — from the outer curve all the way to the deep valley of her cleavage. He repeated it on the right breast, savoring the salty taste of her sweat. Deepa’s breath caught sharply in her throat with every slow pass.
“Haaaa…”
Johnny took his time. He kissed the soft flesh all around her nipples in lazy circles, never touching the stiff peaks yet. His stubble grazed her sensitive skin, sending electric sparks straight to her core. He licked the deep cleavage slowly, tongue dipping between her breasts, then moved back to circle the areola of her left nipple with feather-light strokes.
Deepa’s raised arms trembled harder. “Johnny… please… not so slow… I can’t control…”
But he ignored her plea. He finally took her left nipple into his mouth — not sucking hard, but with gentle, rhythmic pulsing. He sucked softly, then released, then sucked again, his tongue flicking the stiff bud inside his mouth. At the same time, his hand cupped her right breast, thumb rolling the nipple in slow, maddening circles.
Deepa’s breath kept catching in her throat. “Ahhh… haaa… oh god…”
Johnny switched breasts, giving the right nipple the same slow, passionate treatment — sucking, licking, occasionally grazing his teeth very lightly over the sensitive tip. He alternated between both breasts for long, unhurried minutes, making them shiny with his saliva, swollen and aching. He even gently chewed on her nipples with his lips and teeth — not painful, but firm enough to make her back arch off the bed.
Deepa could no longer control herself. The slow burning on her breasts, combined with the earlier teasing on her pussy, pushed her over the edge without any direct touch on her clit.
Her body suddenly tensed. Her raised arms shook violently. Her tummy fluttered wildly.
“Haaaaaaa… Johnny… I’m… I’m cumming… ahhhhhh!!”
A powerful orgasm ripped through her even though he was only sucking her nipples. Her pussy clenched hard, gushing fresh juices onto the bedsheet in rhythmic spasms. Her heavy breasts bounced in his mouth as her body convulsed. She moaned loudly, shamefully, unable to stop the broken cries escaping her throat while her arms stayed raised as ordered.
Johnny kept sucking gently through her orgasm, prolonging it until her body finally went limp, breathing heavily, tears streaming down her cheeks.
He pulled back slightly, lips shiny, and looked at her flushed face with a satisfied smirk.
“Good girl. You came just from me sucking your big tits. Now… get on your knees and suck my cock.”
Deepa’s eyes widened in fresh shame. She shook her head weakly, still panting. “No… Johnny… please… I’ve never done that for anyone except my husband… I can’t…”
Johnny’s expression hardened slightly, though his voice remained low and commanding. “I said suck my cock, Deepa. You’re already lying naked on your husband’s bed with your pussy dripping for me. Don’t act like a faithful wife now. Get on your knees.”
She hesitated for a long moment, shame burning her face. But the memory of the lock-up, Rahul’s bruises, and the power Johnny held over her family made her obey. With trembling limbs, she lowered her arms and slowly got on her knees on the bed, facing him.
Johnny stood up beside the bed and unzipped his jeans, pulling out his thick 9-inch cock. It was rock-hard, heavily veined, and already leaking precum from the swollen head.
Deepa stared at it with wide eyes, her breath catching again. It looked so much bigger and thicker than Charan’s.
Johnny gripped the base and brought the head close to her full lips. “Open your mouth, bhabi. Suck it slowly. Show me how grateful you are for saving your brother.”
With tears of humiliation in her eyes, Deepa parted her lips and took the thick head into her warm mouth. She started sucking gently, her tongue swirling around the head in hesitant circles. Johnny groaned softly, one hand resting on the back of her head, guiding her but not forcing.
“That’s it… good girl. Take more. Suck it like you mean it.”
Deepa obeyed, taking more of his thick shaft into her mouth, sucking with slow, wet movements. Her cheeks hollowed as she worked him, saliva dripping down her chin. The taste was strong and masculine. Shame flooded her, but she continued, bobbing her head slowly while her heavy breasts swayed beneath her.
Johnny watched her with dark pleasure. “Look at you… the respectable housewife sucking cock on her marital bed. Your husband would die if he saw this.”
After several minutes of her slow, reluctant sucking, Johnny pulled his cock out of her mouth with a wet pop. He pushed her gently onto her back again and climbed between her spread thighs.
He rubbed the thick head of his cock up and down her soaked slit — slow, teasing strokes that coated him in her juices.
“Beg for it, Deepa,” he whispered.
“Please… Johnny… fuck me…” she whimpered, voice broken.
He pushed the head inside her slowly — stretching her tight married pussy inch by inch. Deepa’s breath caught in her throat as he filled her. When he was fully buried, balls-deep inside her, he stayed still for a long moment, letting her feel every throbbing inch.
Then he began to fuck her — gently at first. Long, slow, deep strokes that dragged against every sensitive spot inside her. His hands gripped her soft waist, thumbs pressing into her flesh as he rolled his hips in controlled, passionate rhythm.
Deepa moaned loudly, her arms wrapping around his back. “Haaaa… so deep… ahhh…”
Johnny gradually increased the intensity. His strokes became harder, faster, rougher. The bed started creaking loudly under his powerful thrusts. Skin slapped against skin. Her heavy breasts bounced wildly with every rough stroke.
He pounded her relentlessly now — deep, hard thrusts that hit her cervix again and again.
Deepa came the first time with a loud cry. “I’m cumming… haaaaa… Johnny… I’m cumming!!”
Her pussy clenched violently around his thick cock, squirting hot juices around his shaft as her body shook.
Johnny didn’t stop. He fucked her through her orgasm with even rougher strokes, gripping her hips tightly.
A second, even stronger orgasm ripped through her just minutes later. “Ahhhhhh… again… I’m cumming again… oh god!!”
Her walls fluttered and milked him hard. Johnny groaned deeply and buried himself to the hilt, flooding her married womb with thick, hot ropes of cum.
They both collapsed, breathing heavily, bodies slick with sweat. Johnny’s cock remained buried inside her, twitching as the last drops spilled.
Deepa lay beneath him, completely spent, tears of shame and overwhelming pleasure mixing on her cheeks. The slow burning seduction had turned into raw, intense fucking — and she had cum harder than she ever had with her husband.
The risk of the unlocked door still hung in the air.
Johnny kissed her neck softly and whispered, “This is only the beginning, my sweet bhabi. I’ll be back soon.”
He finally pulled out, leaving her pussy gaping and leaking his cum onto the marital bedsheet.
Deepa could only lie there, destroyed and dripping, wondering how much more of her soul she would lose to this dangerous man.
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