Adultery The Making of a Slut from a Wife - Shazia

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Shazia felt a fresh, heavy wave of wet heat completely soak her panties. She loved this. The filthy game. The digital chase. She wanted to hear more of what he would do to her.
 
Shazia: Puja? (Worship?)
Vickie_Photos: Haan. Main tumhare poore jism pe juice lagaunga... phir tumhari poori jism se juice ko chatunga. (Yes. I will pour juice on your body. Then, I will lick the juice fully from your entire body.)
 
The explicit words sent a violent shiver down her spine. Her hand was already moving faster, sliding down, down, under the wet lace of her panties. She was soaking wet. She couldn't resist teasing him further.
Shazia: Aisa karoge kya? (Will you do like that?)
Vickie_Photos: Pehle tumhare dono mamme ko choosunga... jab tak main tumhaara doodh na pee loon. Phir tumhari nipples kaatunga... jab tak woh laal na ho jaaye. (First, I'll suck both of your melons... until I've drunk your breast milk. Then I'll bite your nipples... until they turn red.)
 
Shazia’s mind immediately recollected her brutal, wet experience with Verma in Room 508 when the billionaire aggressively sucked her boobs. Her nipples hardened instantly, her sensitive areolas vividly recollecting the dominant man’s sucking pressure on them.
Shazia: Aahh... dard hoga. (Aahh... that will hurt.)
Vickie_Photos: Sex mein dard aur mazaa dono hai na, meri jaan. (There is both pleasure and pain in sex, isn’t it my love.)
Vickie_Photos: Phir main tumhari gehri naabhi mein apni jeebh daalunga... use uske andar chaaro taraf ghumaunga. (Then I'll put my tongue in your deep navel... swirl it around on all four sides inside.)
Vickie_Photos: Tumhe hila hila kar pareshan karunga. (I'll make you squirm and writhe.)
Shazia: Nahi... bas karo… (No... stop it.)
Vickie_Photos: Sharam chhod na. Main tujhe puri thara phelunga ki tumhari dimakh kaam nahi karega. (Leave shyness. I'll fuck your brains out so hard your mind won't work.)
Vickie_Photos: Tumhare chuche chooste hue, teri naabhi chat the hue, main tumhe apni godi mein bithaunga. (After sucking your tits, licking your navel, I'll make you sit on my lap.)
Vickie_Photos: Tumhari gaand par haath pherakar, useh thappar marunga. (I'll run my hands over your ass, I'll spank it.)
 
Her fingers were moving frantically now, rubbing tight, fast circles over her highly swollen clit as she read his filthy words.
Shazia: Kyun? (Why?)
Vickie_Photos: Kyon ke tumhari gand bahuth sexy hai. (Because your ass is very sexy.)
Vickie_Photos: Phir main tumhe bistar pe patak dunga... tangein khol kar tumhara pura badan dekhunga. (Then I'll throw you on the bed... I'll spread your legs wide and look at your entire naked body.)
Shazia: Nahi... yeh galat hai. (No... this is wrong.)
Vickie_Photos: Galat nahi hai. Tere pati tujhe mujhse chudhwane ke liye hi toh bejega. (It's not wrong. Your husband will be sending you to be fucked by me)
Vickie_Photos: Main teri geeli choot ka soch kar pareshan ho raha hoon... aur tu keh rahi hai galat hai? (I'm going crazy thinking of your dripping wet pussy... and you're saying it's wrong?)
Shazia: Aap... aap aise kaise keh sakte ho? (You... how can you say such things?)
Vickie_Photos: Aise hi keh sakta hoon. Ab apni ungliyon se hi iska ilaaj karna padega. (I can say it just like that. Now you'll have to treat this with your own fingers.)
Vickie_Photos: Ek picture bhej raha hoon... dekho.. dekh ke mujhe bathao kaisa laga. (I'm sending a picture... look at it and tell me how it feels.)