Adultery The Making of a Slut from a Wife - Shazia

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"Mmmm... ahhh... Mmmm... " Shazia moaned loudly into his mouth, completely trapped.
Rohan saw that Shazia’s eyes were closed while she was moaning. He broke the kiss and dropped her onto the center of the massive, plush bed. He didn't lay her down gently. He dropped her.
 
She bounced on the thick, plush mattress, her body sinking into the softness, her hair fanning out across the pristine white duvet. Her saree was bunched around her waist, her bare legs splayed open, the soaked crotch of her red lace panties visible for an instant before she instinctively pressed her thighs together. Her blouse, strained and disheveled, barely contained the heaving mass of her breasts. She looked up at him—this handsome, predatory, wealthy stranger who had cornered her in his room—and she knew, with absolute certainty, what was about to happen.
 
Rohan stood at the foot of the bed. His eyes swept over her body—the exposed thighs, the bunched saree, the deep, shadowed cleavage—and his hands moved to his shirt unbuttoning it fully. He yanked it open revealing his chest.
 
Shazia stared. She couldn't help it. His body was magnificent—not the bulky, gym-sculpted mass of a bodybuilder, but the lean, defined, functional physique of a man who took care of himself. His chest was broad and smooth, the pectorals sharply defined, a faint trail of dark hair running down the center of his abdomen and disappearing beneath his waistband. His shoulders were wide, his arms corded with lean muscle. A light sheen of sweat glistened on his skin, catching the dim light.
 
He unbuckled his belt. The leather slid through the metal clasp with a sharp, decisive hiss. He unzipped his trousers and pushed them down, along with his underwear, stepping out of them with the casual, unhurried confidence of a man who was completely comfortable in his own skin.
 
His cock sprang free—thick, dark, and heavily veined. The shaft curved slightly upward, pulsing with trapped blood, the swollen purple head glistening with a bead of clear pre-cum. It was not the largest she had seen—Verma had been thicker—but it was substantial, intimidating, and undeniably, achingly ready.