11-05-2026, 04:14 AM
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Tara shook her head, her hair falling across her face as pleasure built inside her. “No one makes me come,” she admitted, the words torn from her throat. “Not like this.”
Selvam’s thrusts grew harder, deeper, the camera capturing every moment of her submission. He angled the phone to show his cock disappearing into her pussy, the latex condom stretched to its limit around his thick shaft.
“Is this what you needed?” he growled, his voice rough with desire. “A real man to fill you up?”
“Yes,” Tara gasped, her body responding to his words with shameful eagerness. “God, yes.”
The camera moved, capturing her face again... her lips parted, her eyes half-closed, her expression a mixture of pleasure and desperation. Selvam’s thumb brushed the screen, zooming in on her features as she came apart beneath him.
“Does your husband know how wet you get for other men?” Selvam asked, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Does he know his wife is a cheating slut?”
Tara’s breath caught at the words, her body responding with a fresh pulse of heat between her legs. The degradation should have offended her, but instead it only heightened her arousal.
“No,” she whispered, the word barely audible. “He doesn’t know.
Selvam’s pace increased, his hips slapping against her ass with each powerful thrust. The sound filled the bedroom, captured perfectly by the phone’s microphone.
“Tell me about the first time you thought about cheating,” he demanded, his voice steady despite the intensity of his movements. “Was it with me? Or was there someone else?”
Tara’s mind flashed to the countless men who had watched her Instagram posts, who had left thirsty comments beneath her photos. But none of them had been real, not like this.
“You,” she admitted, her voice breaking as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. “When you came to see the house. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
Selvam’s laugh was dark, satisfied. He angled the camera to show his cock disappearing into her pussy, the latex stretched to a point it was beginning to tearing. The latex was stretched so thin around his shaft that Tara could feel the sensation of the condom beginning to split at the base.
“Look at that,” Selvam said, his voice rough with satisfaction. “The condom can’t handle me. Just like you.”
Tara’s eyes widened as she felt the latex condom tear further, the thin material splitting along the side of his cock. “It’s breaking,” she gasped, her voice caught between panic and desire.
Selvam didn’t slow his pace. Instead, he thrust harder, driving his cock deeper into her pussy. The condom continued to tear, the latex bunching around the base of his shaft as more of his bare skin entered her.
“Should I stop?” he asked, his voice steady despite the intensity of his movements.
Tara shook her head, unable to form words. The risk should have terrified her, but instead it sent a fresh wave of heat through her body. She wanted to feel him... all of him, without barriers, without protection.
“Keep going,” she whispered, her voice breaking as pleasure built inside her. “I want to feel you.”
Selvam’s thrusts grew harder, deeper, the torn condom now completely useless. Tara could feel the difference immediately... the heat of his bare cock, the way it stretched her more completely without the latex barrier. It was better, so much better than before
“That’s it,” Selvam groaned, his fingers digging into her hips. “Take all of me.”
The camera continued to record, capturing every moment of their transgression. Tara’s face contorted with pleasure as Selvam pounded into her, his cock now completely bare inside her pussy. The risk of pregnancy should have terrified her, but instead it only heightened her arousal.
“Does it feel better without the condom?” Selvam asked, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Tell me how it feels to take my bare cock.”
“Yes,” Tara moaned, her voice breaking. “It’s so much better. So much fuller.”
Selvam’s pace increased, his hips slapping against her ass with each powerful thrust. The sound of skin against skin filled the bedroom, wet and obscene. The camera captured it all... her face, her body, the way she took him completely.
“Your husband doesn’t know what he’s missing, does he?” Selvam growled, his voice rough with desire. “Doesn’t know how to make you feel this full.”
Tara shook her head, unable to form words as pleasure built to an unbearable peak. Her body was responding to his words, to his cock, to the absolute certainty that she was doing something forbidden, something that could change everything.
Tara felt Selvam pull back slightly, his cock still buried inside her. The camera moved, angling down toward where their bodies joined.
“The condom is completely destroyed.” his voice rough with satisfaction.
The remains of the latex hung limply around the base of his shaft like a torn rubber band. The once-tight ring now dangled uselessly, bunched and shredded where it had split along the side. Thin strips of torn material clung to his dark skin, the white latex a stark contrast against his mahogany flesh. It looked like someone had tried to wrap a rubber band around a tree trunk and failed spectacularly.
“Let me show you,” Selvam said, pulling out completely.
Tara gasped at the sudden emptiness. She watched as Selvam gripped his cock with one hand, the torn condom dangling pathetically from the base. He held the camera close, zooming in on the damage. The latex was completely split along one side, the tear running from the base halfway up the shaft. The material had stretched so thin in places that it was nearly transparent.
“See that?” he asked, his thumb tracing the edge of the tear. “Mohan’s condom couldn’t handle me.”
Selvam’s thrusts grew harder, deeper, the camera capturing every moment of her submission. He angled the phone to show his cock disappearing into her pussy, the latex condom stretched to its limit around his thick shaft.
“Is this what you needed?” he growled, his voice rough with desire. “A real man to fill you up?”
“Yes,” Tara gasped, her body responding to his words with shameful eagerness. “God, yes.”
The camera moved, capturing her face again... her lips parted, her eyes half-closed, her expression a mixture of pleasure and desperation. Selvam’s thumb brushed the screen, zooming in on her features as she came apart beneath him.
“Does your husband know how wet you get for other men?” Selvam asked, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Does he know his wife is a cheating slut?”
Tara’s breath caught at the words, her body responding with a fresh pulse of heat between her legs. The degradation should have offended her, but instead it only heightened her arousal.
“No,” she whispered, the word barely audible. “He doesn’t know.
Selvam’s pace increased, his hips slapping against her ass with each powerful thrust. The sound filled the bedroom, captured perfectly by the phone’s microphone.
“Tell me about the first time you thought about cheating,” he demanded, his voice steady despite the intensity of his movements. “Was it with me? Or was there someone else?”
Tara’s mind flashed to the countless men who had watched her Instagram posts, who had left thirsty comments beneath her photos. But none of them had been real, not like this.
“You,” she admitted, her voice breaking as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. “When you came to see the house. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
Selvam’s laugh was dark, satisfied. He angled the camera to show his cock disappearing into her pussy, the latex stretched to a point it was beginning to tearing. The latex was stretched so thin around his shaft that Tara could feel the sensation of the condom beginning to split at the base.
“Look at that,” Selvam said, his voice rough with satisfaction. “The condom can’t handle me. Just like you.”
Tara’s eyes widened as she felt the latex condom tear further, the thin material splitting along the side of his cock. “It’s breaking,” she gasped, her voice caught between panic and desire.
Selvam didn’t slow his pace. Instead, he thrust harder, driving his cock deeper into her pussy. The condom continued to tear, the latex bunching around the base of his shaft as more of his bare skin entered her.
“Should I stop?” he asked, his voice steady despite the intensity of his movements.
Tara shook her head, unable to form words. The risk should have terrified her, but instead it sent a fresh wave of heat through her body. She wanted to feel him... all of him, without barriers, without protection.
“Keep going,” she whispered, her voice breaking as pleasure built inside her. “I want to feel you.”
Selvam’s thrusts grew harder, deeper, the torn condom now completely useless. Tara could feel the difference immediately... the heat of his bare cock, the way it stretched her more completely without the latex barrier. It was better, so much better than before
“That’s it,” Selvam groaned, his fingers digging into her hips. “Take all of me.”
The camera continued to record, capturing every moment of their transgression. Tara’s face contorted with pleasure as Selvam pounded into her, his cock now completely bare inside her pussy. The risk of pregnancy should have terrified her, but instead it only heightened her arousal.
“Does it feel better without the condom?” Selvam asked, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Tell me how it feels to take my bare cock.”
“Yes,” Tara moaned, her voice breaking. “It’s so much better. So much fuller.”
Selvam’s pace increased, his hips slapping against her ass with each powerful thrust. The sound of skin against skin filled the bedroom, wet and obscene. The camera captured it all... her face, her body, the way she took him completely.
“Your husband doesn’t know what he’s missing, does he?” Selvam growled, his voice rough with desire. “Doesn’t know how to make you feel this full.”
Tara shook her head, unable to form words as pleasure built to an unbearable peak. Her body was responding to his words, to his cock, to the absolute certainty that she was doing something forbidden, something that could change everything.
Tara felt Selvam pull back slightly, his cock still buried inside her. The camera moved, angling down toward where their bodies joined.
“The condom is completely destroyed.” his voice rough with satisfaction.
The remains of the latex hung limply around the base of his shaft like a torn rubber band. The once-tight ring now dangled uselessly, bunched and shredded where it had split along the side. Thin strips of torn material clung to his dark skin, the white latex a stark contrast against his mahogany flesh. It looked like someone had tried to wrap a rubber band around a tree trunk and failed spectacularly.
“Let me show you,” Selvam said, pulling out completely.
Tara gasped at the sudden emptiness. She watched as Selvam gripped his cock with one hand, the torn condom dangling pathetically from the base. He held the camera close, zooming in on the damage. The latex was completely split along one side, the tear running from the base halfway up the shaft. The material had stretched so thin in places that it was nearly transparent.
“See that?” he asked, his thumb tracing the edge of the tear. “Mohan’s condom couldn’t handle me.”
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