01-06-2026, 11:04 AM
Rohan continued, weaving the narrative seamlessly. "Ye sunogi toh tumhe samajh aayega ki ek aam mard ka dikhawa kitna khokhla hota hai," (Listen to this and you will understand how hollow a normal man's pretense is,) Rohan purred, tightening his psychological grip.
"Ek bohot strict, conservative aadmi tha, bilkul tumhare Iqbal ki tarah. Usne mujhe ek deal ke silsile mein apne ghar dinner par bulaya tha. Uski biwi ne jaan-boojh kar ek bohot hi patli, deep-neck blouse wali saree pehni thi. Use sajne aur mardon ki nazron mein nanga hone ka ek chupa hua shauk tha... bilkul tumhari tarah." (There was a very strict, conservative man, exactly like your Iqbal. He invited me to his house for dinner regarding a deal. His wife had deliberately worn a very thin saree with a deep-neck blouse. She had a hidden fetish for dressing up and getting exposed in the eyes of men... exactly like you.)
Shazia bit her lower lip, a warm flush of guiltless pride spreading across her chest. She didn't deny it. Instead, she leaned deeper into the phone, her voice dropping to a filthy, seductive whisper, completely embracing her helplessness against powerful men.
"Kya karoon... main khud ko rok hi nahi paati," (What to do... I just can't stop myself,) she confessed, her voice dripping with wet lust. "Jab bhi aap jaise kisi taqatwar, high-class mard ki bhookhi nazrein mere jism ko ghoorti hain... toh mujhe apna nanga jism aur dikhane ka mann karta hai." (Whenever the hungry eyes of a powerful, high-class man like you stare at my body... I feel like showing my naked body even more.)
She paused, letting her dark, arrogant realization take over.
"Kisi saste, aam aadmi ya kamzor mard ke saamne nanga hone se lakh guna behtar hai... ki main aap jaise asli mard ki nazron ke saamne apne jism ki poori numaish karun," (It is a hundred thousand times better to fully exhibit my body in front of the eyes of a real man like you... rather than getting naked in front of some cheap, ordinary, or weak man,) she purred, actively degrading her own husband's status. "Ek aam mard ko toh aurat ka jism handle karna bhi nahi aata. Main chahti hoon ki mera jism aap jaisa koi alpha male dekhe... jo meri khoobsurti ko ek jaanwar ki tarah bhogna jaanta ho." (An ordinary man doesn't even know how to handle a woman's body. I want an alpha male like you to see my body... someone who knows how to consume my beauty like an animal.)
"Mujhe pata hai," (I know,) Rohan chuckled darkly, thoroughly enjoying how she was actively crushing her husband's worth to feed his alpha ego. "Wo aurat bhi bilkul waisi hi thi. Usne mujhe dekhte hi bhaamp liya tha ki main uske pathi se kahin zyada taqatwar aur high-class hoon." (That woman was exactly like that too. The moment she saw me, she sensed that I was much more powerful and high-class than her husband.)
He paused, letting the psychological weight of his words sink in.
"Isliye, wo poori shaam apne fattu pati ko nazar-andaaz karke, sirf meri bhookhi nazron ko apne jism par kheenchna chahti thi," (Therefore, all evening, ignoring her coward husband, she only wanted to draw my hungry eyes onto her body,) Rohan explained, perfectly aligning the woman's motives with Shazia's elitist desires. "Jab wo dinner table par khana serve karne aayi, toh usne jaan-boojh kar apna pallu gira diya. Saree ka kapda itna patla tha ki uski bhari janghein aur gaand ka shape saaf dikh raha tha..." (When she came to the dinner table to serve food, she deliberately dropped her pallu. The fabric of the saree was so thin that the shape of her heavy thighs and ass was clearly visible...)
“…Usne apni saree kamar se itni neechi baandhi thi ki na sirf uski gehri naabhi, balki uske pet ka nichla hissa bhi poora nanga tha. Jab wo mudti, toh uska poora gora, nanga peeth mere saamne hota. Wo jaan-boojh kar mere saamne aise jhuk rahi thi ki uske deep blouse se uske bhari mamme aadhe bahar aa jayein. Wo chahti thi ki main uske jism ke ek-ek inch ko apni bhookhi nazron se kha jaun." (…She had tied her saree so low on her waist that not only her deep navel, but her lower stomach was also completely bare. When she turned, her entire fair, naked back would be in front of me. She was deliberately bending in front of me in such a way that her heavy tits would come half out of her deep blouse. She wanted me to eat every single inch of her body with my hungry eyes.)
"Par uska mard... wo andar se fattu aur insecure tha," (But her man... he was a coward and insecure from the inside,) Rohan continued, his voice laced with disgust for the husband. "Wo darr ke maare baar-baar usko tok raha tha—'pallu theek karo', 'seene ko dhak kar rakho'. Wo apni aurat ki khoobsurti ko duniya se chhupakar rakhna chahta tha, taaki usse zyada taqatwar kisi mard ki nazar uski biwi par na pade. Kyunki wo jaanta tha ki jis din kisi aur taqatwar mard ne uski aurat ko dekh liya... wo mard uski biwi ko uske bistar se utha le jayega." (Out of fear, he kept scolding her—'fix your pallu', 'keep your chest covered'. He wanted to hide his woman's beauty from the world, so that no man stronger than him would lay eyes on his wife. Because he knew that the day another powerful man saw his woman... that man would take his wife away from his bed.)
"Uff... bilkul Iqbal jaise..." (Uff... exactly like Iqbal...) Shazia murmured, her slick fingers pausing on her swollen clit as she drew the direct, undeniable comparison. "Phir kya hua? Aapne uske ghar mein kya kiya?" (Then what happened? What did you do in his house?)
"Jab wo mere bagal mein khadi hokar jhukte hue dessert serve kar rahi thi, toh maine jaan-boojh kar apna haath uski nangi kamar se neeche sarka kar uski bhari gaand par rakh diya," (When she was standing next to me, bending over to serve dessert, I deliberately slid my hand down her bare waist and placed it on her heavy ass,) Rohan detailed, his voice dripping with arrogant dominance.
"Usne mujhe roka nahi. Uski bajaye, usne meri taraf dekh kar ek gandi muskaan di... jisne mujhe poori tarah confirm kar diya ki wo meri randi banne ke liye taiyaar thi," (She didn't stop me. Instead, she looked at me and gave a dirty smile... which completely confirmed to me that she was ready to be my slut,) he growled smoothly, letting Shazia absorb the sheer shamelessness of it.
"Ye ishara milte hi, maine ek second bhi waste nahi kiya. Maine uski nangi kamar ko dono haathon se poori taqat se jakda aur use zor se kheench kar seedha apni godh mein bitha liya." (Getting this signal, I didn't waste a single second. I grabbed her bare waist with both hands with full force and pulled her hard to sit directly on my lap.)
Shazia’s breathing hitched, her own body burning as she visualized the sheer, unapologetic alpha dominance.
"Jab wo meri godh mein aakar giri, toh uske deep blouse ke andar uske bhari mamme buri tarah uchhal pade. Uski mulayam, bhari janghein aur uski badi gaand ka poora wazan theek mere lund ke upar dab gaya," (When she fell onto my lap, her heavy tits bounced violently inside her deep blouse. The entire weight of her soft, heavy thighs and her big ass pressed right over my cock,) Rohan described, painting a filthy, tactile picture. "Mera ek haath uske nange pet ko kaske jakde hue tha, aur doosra haath uski janghon ko masal raha tha. Uski saansein tez ho gayi thi. Wo darrne ki bajaye mere upar aur pighal rahi thi, aur uski naram gaand ki garmi mere kapdon ke aar-paar mujhe pagal kar rahi thi..." (One of my hands was tightly gripping her bare stomach, and the other hand was kneading her thighs. Her breathing had quickened. Instead of getting scared, she was melting over me even more, and the heat of her soft ass through my clothes was driving me crazy...)
"Uska pati gusse se uth khada hua. Uski biwi darr gayi thi aur uthne ki koshish kar rahi thi. Par maine use kass ke pakda, uske pati ki aankhon mein dekha aur kaha—'Apni aukaat mein raho. Agar kal subah deal ka contract chahiye, toh chupchaap bahar hall mein jaakar TV dekho aur humara wait karo.'" (Her husband stood up in anger. His wife got scared and tried to get up. But I held her tight, looked into her husband's eyes and said—'Stay in your limits. If you want the deal's contract tomorrow morning, quietly go out to the hall, watch TV and wait for us.')
"Sach?... aapne uske pati ko aisa bola… uske hi ghar mein aisa kiya uski biwi ke saath?" (Really?... you said this to her husband... did this to his wife in their own house?) Shazia panted, her vaginal walls spasming. The filthy thought of actively rebelling against Iqbal right in their own living room was intensely intoxicating.
"Haan," (Yes,) Rohan growled smoothly. "Par wahan se jaane se pehle, uss mard ne ek aakhri baar ek umeed se apni biwi ki taraf dekha. Ushe umeed thi ki uski aurat chillaegi, mera virodh karegi aur mujhe dhakka degi." (But before leaving from there, that man looked at his wife one last time with a hope. He hoped that his woman would scream, would resist me and push me away.)
Rohan let out a dark, mocking laugh.
"Par jab usne ek aakhri umeed se palat kar dekha, toh uski biwi meri godh mein hi baithi thi," (But when he looked back with a final hope, his wife was sitting right there on my lap,) Rohan described, his voice thick with the memory of that dirty victory.
"Uski aankhon ke theek saamne, mere haath uski aurat ki nangi kamar aur bhari janghon ko buri tarah masal rahe the. Aur uski aurat mujhe dhakka dene ke bajaye, apni dono baahein mere gale mein daal di thi. Apne pati ko wahan khada dekhte hue hi, usne apna chehra meri taraf ghumaya, aur mere honton se apne honth jod kar ek deep, geela smooch shuru kar diya." (Right in front of his eyes, my hands were brutally kneading his woman's bare waist and heavy thighs. And instead of pushing me away, she had wrapped both her arms around my neck. Even while seeing her husband standing there, she turned her face towards me, and joining her lips with mine, started a deep, wet smooch.)
"Mere lund ki garmi aur mere haathon ki taqat ke aage wo poori tarah surrender kar chuki thi," (She had completely surrendered to the heat of my cock and the power of my hands,) Rohan growled. "Apni hi aurat ko kisi aur taqatwar mard ki baahon mein is tarah pighalte aur uske honth chooste dekhna, uss fattu mard ki sabse badi haar thi. Ek shabd kahe bina, apni mardangi ko uss deep kiss ke aage wahan dher hote dekh kar, wo chup-chaap apna sar jhuka kar hall mein chala gaya." (Seeing his own woman melting in another powerful man's arms like this and sucking his lips, was that coward man's biggest defeat. Without saying a word, seeing his masculinity piled up in ruins there in front of that deep kiss, he quietly went away to the hall with his head bowed down.)
"Aur pata hai uske jaane ke baad kya hua?" (And you know what happened after he left?) Rohan purred, bringing the focus back to the woman's liberation. "Apne mard ko mere aage itna bebas aur haara hua dekh kar uss aurat ka darr poori tarah khatam ho gaya. Usko ehsaas ho gaya ki ab us par koi rok-tok nahi hai. Phir wahi aurat, jo kuch der pehle darr kar pallu theek kar rahi thi, usne poori tarah azaad hokar, ek randi ki tarah khud mere saamne apni saree khol di." (Seeing her man so helpless and defeated in front of me, that woman's fear completely vanished. She realized that now there were no restrictions on her. Then that same woman, who was scared and fixing her pallu a while ago, became completely free and, like a whore, opened her saree herself in front of me.)
"Uski nangi, gori chhaati mere haathon mein thi. Maine uski bra phaad di aur uske bhari mammo ko buri tarah dabaya," (Her naked, fair chest was in my hands. I tore her bra and squeezed her heavy tits brutally,) Rohan growled. "Uski naabhi mein teri tarah hi ek gehri, jaan-lewa kashish thi. Maine uski naabhi mein dessert girayi aur use chaat-chaat kar uski tangein dining table par hi hawa mein utha di, aur bina kisi reham ke apna mota lund uski geeli choot mein poora ghused diya." (Her navel had a deep, lethal attraction just like yours. I dropped dessert in her navel and licking it, I lifted her legs in the air right on the dining table, and without any mercy, shoved my thick cock completely into her wet pussy.)
"K-kya...?" (W-what...?) Shazia sobbed out a dirty moan, two fingers now sliding deep inside her soaking wet hole, actively fucking herself as she listened to the raw degradation.
"Mera lund andar ghuste hi usne maze aur dard se ek lambi cheekh maari. Wo aurat ab poori tarah azaad thi," (As soon as my cock went inside, she let out a long scream of pleasure and pain. That woman was now completely free,) Rohan continued. "Main jitni jaanwaron ki tarah taqat lagakar jhatke maar raha tha, wo utni hi besharmi se mere lund par uchhal rahi thi aur khulke maze le rahi thi. Wo jaan-boojh kar zor-zor se siskiyan le rahi thi taaki uska pati sun sake. Mere har jhatke ke saath uske mamme hawa mein uchhal rahe the, aur wo maze se pagal hokar apne nakhun meri peeth mein gaad rahi thi." (With whatever animal-like force I was thrusting, she was bouncing on my cock with equal shamelessness and openly enjoying it. She was deliberately moaning loudly so her husband could hear. With every thrust of mine, her tits were bouncing in the air, and going crazy with pleasure, she was digging her nails into my back.)
"Aur jab mera kaam poora hua, toh wo aurat haanfhte hue mere seene par gir padi. Usne apne pati ko poori tarah bhula kar, meri aankhon mein dekha aur kaha ki who aaj tak pyaasi thi... aur aaj pehli baar kisi asli mard ne usse poori tarah satisfy kiya hai. Maine uski aag bujha di.'" (And when my work was done, that woman fell panting onto my chest. Completely forgetting her husband, she looked into my eyes and said that she was thirsty until today... today for the first time a real man has completely satisfied her. I put out her fire.')
Rohan let out a dark, mocking laugh.
"Aur wo mard, jo poore mohalle mein apni izzat aur mardangi ka dikhawa karta tha... uski mardangi sirf dikhawa thi. Wo bahar hall mein sofa par baitha, kaanpte hue apni biwi ki cheekhein sun raha tha. Aur jab subah uske mard ko deal mili, toh wo bohot khush thaa ki uski biwi kisi kaam toh aayi." (And that man, who showed off his respect and masculinity in the whole neighborhood... his masculinity was just a show. He was sitting on the sofa out in the hall, shivering, listening to his wife's screams. And when her man got the deal in the morning, he was very happy that his wife was at least of some use.)
"Ek bohot strict, conservative aadmi tha, bilkul tumhare Iqbal ki tarah. Usne mujhe ek deal ke silsile mein apne ghar dinner par bulaya tha. Uski biwi ne jaan-boojh kar ek bohot hi patli, deep-neck blouse wali saree pehni thi. Use sajne aur mardon ki nazron mein nanga hone ka ek chupa hua shauk tha... bilkul tumhari tarah." (There was a very strict, conservative man, exactly like your Iqbal. He invited me to his house for dinner regarding a deal. His wife had deliberately worn a very thin saree with a deep-neck blouse. She had a hidden fetish for dressing up and getting exposed in the eyes of men... exactly like you.)
Shazia bit her lower lip, a warm flush of guiltless pride spreading across her chest. She didn't deny it. Instead, she leaned deeper into the phone, her voice dropping to a filthy, seductive whisper, completely embracing her helplessness against powerful men.
"Kya karoon... main khud ko rok hi nahi paati," (What to do... I just can't stop myself,) she confessed, her voice dripping with wet lust. "Jab bhi aap jaise kisi taqatwar, high-class mard ki bhookhi nazrein mere jism ko ghoorti hain... toh mujhe apna nanga jism aur dikhane ka mann karta hai." (Whenever the hungry eyes of a powerful, high-class man like you stare at my body... I feel like showing my naked body even more.)
She paused, letting her dark, arrogant realization take over.
"Kisi saste, aam aadmi ya kamzor mard ke saamne nanga hone se lakh guna behtar hai... ki main aap jaise asli mard ki nazron ke saamne apne jism ki poori numaish karun," (It is a hundred thousand times better to fully exhibit my body in front of the eyes of a real man like you... rather than getting naked in front of some cheap, ordinary, or weak man,) she purred, actively degrading her own husband's status. "Ek aam mard ko toh aurat ka jism handle karna bhi nahi aata. Main chahti hoon ki mera jism aap jaisa koi alpha male dekhe... jo meri khoobsurti ko ek jaanwar ki tarah bhogna jaanta ho." (An ordinary man doesn't even know how to handle a woman's body. I want an alpha male like you to see my body... someone who knows how to consume my beauty like an animal.)
"Mujhe pata hai," (I know,) Rohan chuckled darkly, thoroughly enjoying how she was actively crushing her husband's worth to feed his alpha ego. "Wo aurat bhi bilkul waisi hi thi. Usne mujhe dekhte hi bhaamp liya tha ki main uske pathi se kahin zyada taqatwar aur high-class hoon." (That woman was exactly like that too. The moment she saw me, she sensed that I was much more powerful and high-class than her husband.)
He paused, letting the psychological weight of his words sink in.
"Isliye, wo poori shaam apne fattu pati ko nazar-andaaz karke, sirf meri bhookhi nazron ko apne jism par kheenchna chahti thi," (Therefore, all evening, ignoring her coward husband, she only wanted to draw my hungry eyes onto her body,) Rohan explained, perfectly aligning the woman's motives with Shazia's elitist desires. "Jab wo dinner table par khana serve karne aayi, toh usne jaan-boojh kar apna pallu gira diya. Saree ka kapda itna patla tha ki uski bhari janghein aur gaand ka shape saaf dikh raha tha..." (When she came to the dinner table to serve food, she deliberately dropped her pallu. The fabric of the saree was so thin that the shape of her heavy thighs and ass was clearly visible...)
“…Usne apni saree kamar se itni neechi baandhi thi ki na sirf uski gehri naabhi, balki uske pet ka nichla hissa bhi poora nanga tha. Jab wo mudti, toh uska poora gora, nanga peeth mere saamne hota. Wo jaan-boojh kar mere saamne aise jhuk rahi thi ki uske deep blouse se uske bhari mamme aadhe bahar aa jayein. Wo chahti thi ki main uske jism ke ek-ek inch ko apni bhookhi nazron se kha jaun." (…She had tied her saree so low on her waist that not only her deep navel, but her lower stomach was also completely bare. When she turned, her entire fair, naked back would be in front of me. She was deliberately bending in front of me in such a way that her heavy tits would come half out of her deep blouse. She wanted me to eat every single inch of her body with my hungry eyes.)
"Par uska mard... wo andar se fattu aur insecure tha," (But her man... he was a coward and insecure from the inside,) Rohan continued, his voice laced with disgust for the husband. "Wo darr ke maare baar-baar usko tok raha tha—'pallu theek karo', 'seene ko dhak kar rakho'. Wo apni aurat ki khoobsurti ko duniya se chhupakar rakhna chahta tha, taaki usse zyada taqatwar kisi mard ki nazar uski biwi par na pade. Kyunki wo jaanta tha ki jis din kisi aur taqatwar mard ne uski aurat ko dekh liya... wo mard uski biwi ko uske bistar se utha le jayega." (Out of fear, he kept scolding her—'fix your pallu', 'keep your chest covered'. He wanted to hide his woman's beauty from the world, so that no man stronger than him would lay eyes on his wife. Because he knew that the day another powerful man saw his woman... that man would take his wife away from his bed.)
"Uff... bilkul Iqbal jaise..." (Uff... exactly like Iqbal...) Shazia murmured, her slick fingers pausing on her swollen clit as she drew the direct, undeniable comparison. "Phir kya hua? Aapne uske ghar mein kya kiya?" (Then what happened? What did you do in his house?)
"Jab wo mere bagal mein khadi hokar jhukte hue dessert serve kar rahi thi, toh maine jaan-boojh kar apna haath uski nangi kamar se neeche sarka kar uski bhari gaand par rakh diya," (When she was standing next to me, bending over to serve dessert, I deliberately slid my hand down her bare waist and placed it on her heavy ass,) Rohan detailed, his voice dripping with arrogant dominance.
"Usne mujhe roka nahi. Uski bajaye, usne meri taraf dekh kar ek gandi muskaan di... jisne mujhe poori tarah confirm kar diya ki wo meri randi banne ke liye taiyaar thi," (She didn't stop me. Instead, she looked at me and gave a dirty smile... which completely confirmed to me that she was ready to be my slut,) he growled smoothly, letting Shazia absorb the sheer shamelessness of it.
"Ye ishara milte hi, maine ek second bhi waste nahi kiya. Maine uski nangi kamar ko dono haathon se poori taqat se jakda aur use zor se kheench kar seedha apni godh mein bitha liya." (Getting this signal, I didn't waste a single second. I grabbed her bare waist with both hands with full force and pulled her hard to sit directly on my lap.)
Shazia’s breathing hitched, her own body burning as she visualized the sheer, unapologetic alpha dominance.
"Jab wo meri godh mein aakar giri, toh uske deep blouse ke andar uske bhari mamme buri tarah uchhal pade. Uski mulayam, bhari janghein aur uski badi gaand ka poora wazan theek mere lund ke upar dab gaya," (When she fell onto my lap, her heavy tits bounced violently inside her deep blouse. The entire weight of her soft, heavy thighs and her big ass pressed right over my cock,) Rohan described, painting a filthy, tactile picture. "Mera ek haath uske nange pet ko kaske jakde hue tha, aur doosra haath uski janghon ko masal raha tha. Uski saansein tez ho gayi thi. Wo darrne ki bajaye mere upar aur pighal rahi thi, aur uski naram gaand ki garmi mere kapdon ke aar-paar mujhe pagal kar rahi thi..." (One of my hands was tightly gripping her bare stomach, and the other hand was kneading her thighs. Her breathing had quickened. Instead of getting scared, she was melting over me even more, and the heat of her soft ass through my clothes was driving me crazy...)
"Uska pati gusse se uth khada hua. Uski biwi darr gayi thi aur uthne ki koshish kar rahi thi. Par maine use kass ke pakda, uske pati ki aankhon mein dekha aur kaha—'Apni aukaat mein raho. Agar kal subah deal ka contract chahiye, toh chupchaap bahar hall mein jaakar TV dekho aur humara wait karo.'" (Her husband stood up in anger. His wife got scared and tried to get up. But I held her tight, looked into her husband's eyes and said—'Stay in your limits. If you want the deal's contract tomorrow morning, quietly go out to the hall, watch TV and wait for us.')
"Sach?... aapne uske pati ko aisa bola… uske hi ghar mein aisa kiya uski biwi ke saath?" (Really?... you said this to her husband... did this to his wife in their own house?) Shazia panted, her vaginal walls spasming. The filthy thought of actively rebelling against Iqbal right in their own living room was intensely intoxicating.
"Haan," (Yes,) Rohan growled smoothly. "Par wahan se jaane se pehle, uss mard ne ek aakhri baar ek umeed se apni biwi ki taraf dekha. Ushe umeed thi ki uski aurat chillaegi, mera virodh karegi aur mujhe dhakka degi." (But before leaving from there, that man looked at his wife one last time with a hope. He hoped that his woman would scream, would resist me and push me away.)
Rohan let out a dark, mocking laugh.
"Par jab usne ek aakhri umeed se palat kar dekha, toh uski biwi meri godh mein hi baithi thi," (But when he looked back with a final hope, his wife was sitting right there on my lap,) Rohan described, his voice thick with the memory of that dirty victory.
"Uski aankhon ke theek saamne, mere haath uski aurat ki nangi kamar aur bhari janghon ko buri tarah masal rahe the. Aur uski aurat mujhe dhakka dene ke bajaye, apni dono baahein mere gale mein daal di thi. Apne pati ko wahan khada dekhte hue hi, usne apna chehra meri taraf ghumaya, aur mere honton se apne honth jod kar ek deep, geela smooch shuru kar diya." (Right in front of his eyes, my hands were brutally kneading his woman's bare waist and heavy thighs. And instead of pushing me away, she had wrapped both her arms around my neck. Even while seeing her husband standing there, she turned her face towards me, and joining her lips with mine, started a deep, wet smooch.)
"Mere lund ki garmi aur mere haathon ki taqat ke aage wo poori tarah surrender kar chuki thi," (She had completely surrendered to the heat of my cock and the power of my hands,) Rohan growled. "Apni hi aurat ko kisi aur taqatwar mard ki baahon mein is tarah pighalte aur uske honth chooste dekhna, uss fattu mard ki sabse badi haar thi. Ek shabd kahe bina, apni mardangi ko uss deep kiss ke aage wahan dher hote dekh kar, wo chup-chaap apna sar jhuka kar hall mein chala gaya." (Seeing his own woman melting in another powerful man's arms like this and sucking his lips, was that coward man's biggest defeat. Without saying a word, seeing his masculinity piled up in ruins there in front of that deep kiss, he quietly went away to the hall with his head bowed down.)
"Aur pata hai uske jaane ke baad kya hua?" (And you know what happened after he left?) Rohan purred, bringing the focus back to the woman's liberation. "Apne mard ko mere aage itna bebas aur haara hua dekh kar uss aurat ka darr poori tarah khatam ho gaya. Usko ehsaas ho gaya ki ab us par koi rok-tok nahi hai. Phir wahi aurat, jo kuch der pehle darr kar pallu theek kar rahi thi, usne poori tarah azaad hokar, ek randi ki tarah khud mere saamne apni saree khol di." (Seeing her man so helpless and defeated in front of me, that woman's fear completely vanished. She realized that now there were no restrictions on her. Then that same woman, who was scared and fixing her pallu a while ago, became completely free and, like a whore, opened her saree herself in front of me.)
"Uski nangi, gori chhaati mere haathon mein thi. Maine uski bra phaad di aur uske bhari mammo ko buri tarah dabaya," (Her naked, fair chest was in my hands. I tore her bra and squeezed her heavy tits brutally,) Rohan growled. "Uski naabhi mein teri tarah hi ek gehri, jaan-lewa kashish thi. Maine uski naabhi mein dessert girayi aur use chaat-chaat kar uski tangein dining table par hi hawa mein utha di, aur bina kisi reham ke apna mota lund uski geeli choot mein poora ghused diya." (Her navel had a deep, lethal attraction just like yours. I dropped dessert in her navel and licking it, I lifted her legs in the air right on the dining table, and without any mercy, shoved my thick cock completely into her wet pussy.)
"K-kya...?" (W-what...?) Shazia sobbed out a dirty moan, two fingers now sliding deep inside her soaking wet hole, actively fucking herself as she listened to the raw degradation.
"Mera lund andar ghuste hi usne maze aur dard se ek lambi cheekh maari. Wo aurat ab poori tarah azaad thi," (As soon as my cock went inside, she let out a long scream of pleasure and pain. That woman was now completely free,) Rohan continued. "Main jitni jaanwaron ki tarah taqat lagakar jhatke maar raha tha, wo utni hi besharmi se mere lund par uchhal rahi thi aur khulke maze le rahi thi. Wo jaan-boojh kar zor-zor se siskiyan le rahi thi taaki uska pati sun sake. Mere har jhatke ke saath uske mamme hawa mein uchhal rahe the, aur wo maze se pagal hokar apne nakhun meri peeth mein gaad rahi thi." (With whatever animal-like force I was thrusting, she was bouncing on my cock with equal shamelessness and openly enjoying it. She was deliberately moaning loudly so her husband could hear. With every thrust of mine, her tits were bouncing in the air, and going crazy with pleasure, she was digging her nails into my back.)
"Aur jab mera kaam poora hua, toh wo aurat haanfhte hue mere seene par gir padi. Usne apne pati ko poori tarah bhula kar, meri aankhon mein dekha aur kaha ki who aaj tak pyaasi thi... aur aaj pehli baar kisi asli mard ne usse poori tarah satisfy kiya hai. Maine uski aag bujha di.'" (And when my work was done, that woman fell panting onto my chest. Completely forgetting her husband, she looked into my eyes and said that she was thirsty until today... today for the first time a real man has completely satisfied her. I put out her fire.')
Rohan let out a dark, mocking laugh.
"Aur wo mard, jo poore mohalle mein apni izzat aur mardangi ka dikhawa karta tha... uski mardangi sirf dikhawa thi. Wo bahar hall mein sofa par baitha, kaanpte hue apni biwi ki cheekhein sun raha tha. Aur jab subah uske mard ko deal mili, toh wo bohot khush thaa ki uski biwi kisi kaam toh aayi." (And that man, who showed off his respect and masculinity in the whole neighborhood... his masculinity was just a show. He was sitting on the sofa out in the hall, shivering, listening to his wife's screams. And when her man got the deal in the morning, he was very happy that his wife was at least of some use.)
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