27-07-2026, 05:22 PM
Chapter 48: Sarah (Act 3)
The man's hands moved with deliberate slowness, unbuckling his belt and lowering his pants to reveal his thick, girthy cock. He spat into his palm, slicking himself up before guiding the woman’s trembling hand to his shaft. Her breath hitched, her reluctance evident in the way her fingers hesitated, but she obeyed nonetheless.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly. “Just like that. Nice and slow.”
With only the moonlight casting a pale glow, the woman began to stroke him, her movements tentative at first. The man let out a soft groan, his head tilting back as he savored the sensation. “Fuck, you’ve got a good grip,” he muttered, his tone laced with crude approval.
“Can’t you… finish faster?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her cheeks flushed with shame.
He chuckled darkly, his voice thick with arousal. “I paid good money for this, darling. I’m not rushing it.” He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. “Besides, I want to enjoy every second of you.”
As her hand continued to move in a steady rhythm, he suddenly reached for the hem of her blouse. “Lift it up,” he commanded, his voice firm.
She froze, her eyes widening in alarm. “No, that’s that’s not part of the deal. I can’t.”
His expression hardened, and he gripped her wrist, stopping her hand mid-stroke. “I paid you two hundred bucks. I want to see what I’m working with here. You think I’m gonna cum just from your hand? I need something more. Lift it.”
Her chest heaved as she hesitated, torn between her pride and her desperation. With trembling hands, she slowly lifted her blouse, revealing a black bra that barely contained her ample breasts.
The man’s eyes lit up with hunger. “Damn,” he breathed, his voice thick with lust. “You’re fucking stacked.” His hands moved on their own accord, reaching out to cup her breasts through the fabric.
She flinched, her voice breaking as she pleaded, “Please… don’t touch them. Just let me finish this.” Her words were desperate, but he was already lost in the sensation.
“Oh no, sweetheart,” he said, his voice dripping with wicked intent. “You’re not getting off that easy. These tits are too perfect to ignore.” He squeezed her breasts firmly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he groaned with pleasure.
She tried to pull away, but his grip was unyielding. “Stop… please,” she begged, her voice trembling with fear and anger.
“Shhh,” he cooed, his tone both soothing and menacing. “You’re doing so well. Just keep stroking me while I play with these beauties. I’m close, I promise.”
He slid his hands under her bra cups, pulling them down to expose her full, round breasts. They were firm and bouncy, the moonlight highlighting their perfect shape. He moaned in delight as he began to fondle them, kneading and squeezing with greedy abandon.
“God, they’re even better than I imagined,” he whispered, his voice low and husky. He pinched her nipples, rolling them between his fingers as he groaned again. “You’re driving me crazy, sweetheart. Just keep going.”
She bit her lip, tears brimming in her eyes as she continued to jerk him off, her movements mechanical and devoid of pleasure. Meanwhile, his hands roamed freely over her breasts, exploring every inch with a hunger that bordered on obsession.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he muttered, his voice thick with lust. “I could do this all night.”
She closed her eyes, trying to block out the sight of him mauling her body. “Just… finish,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “Please.”
He smirked, his hands still working her breasts as he leaned in closer. “Not yet, darling. Not yet.”
Rahim watched from the shadows, his heart pounding in his chest. He felt paralyzed, torn between stepping in and saving her or staying hidden to avoid escalating the situation. The woman’s quiet sobs and the man’s lecherous moans filled the air, creating a scene that was both horrifying and mesmerizing.
The man’s breathing became ragged as he thrust into her hand, his grip tightening on her breasts. “That’s it… that’s it…” he groaned, his voice trembling with urgency. “I’m so close… don’t stop…”
The man's hands moved with deliberate slowness, unbuckling his belt and lowering his pants to reveal his thick, girthy cock. He spat into his palm, slicking himself up before guiding the woman’s trembling hand to his shaft. Her breath hitched, her reluctance evident in the way her fingers hesitated, but she obeyed nonetheless.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly. “Just like that. Nice and slow.”
With only the moonlight casting a pale glow, the woman began to stroke him, her movements tentative at first. The man let out a soft groan, his head tilting back as he savored the sensation. “Fuck, you’ve got a good grip,” he muttered, his tone laced with crude approval.
“Can’t you… finish faster?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her cheeks flushed with shame.
He chuckled darkly, his voice thick with arousal. “I paid good money for this, darling. I’m not rushing it.” He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. “Besides, I want to enjoy every second of you.”
As her hand continued to move in a steady rhythm, he suddenly reached for the hem of her blouse. “Lift it up,” he commanded, his voice firm.
She froze, her eyes widening in alarm. “No, that’s that’s not part of the deal. I can’t.”
His expression hardened, and he gripped her wrist, stopping her hand mid-stroke. “I paid you two hundred bucks. I want to see what I’m working with here. You think I’m gonna cum just from your hand? I need something more. Lift it.”
Her chest heaved as she hesitated, torn between her pride and her desperation. With trembling hands, she slowly lifted her blouse, revealing a black bra that barely contained her ample breasts.
The man’s eyes lit up with hunger. “Damn,” he breathed, his voice thick with lust. “You’re fucking stacked.” His hands moved on their own accord, reaching out to cup her breasts through the fabric.
She flinched, her voice breaking as she pleaded, “Please… don’t touch them. Just let me finish this.” Her words were desperate, but he was already lost in the sensation.
“Oh no, sweetheart,” he said, his voice dripping with wicked intent. “You’re not getting off that easy. These tits are too perfect to ignore.” He squeezed her breasts firmly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he groaned with pleasure.
She tried to pull away, but his grip was unyielding. “Stop… please,” she begged, her voice trembling with fear and anger.
“Shhh,” he cooed, his tone both soothing and menacing. “You’re doing so well. Just keep stroking me while I play with these beauties. I’m close, I promise.”
He slid his hands under her bra cups, pulling them down to expose her full, round breasts. They were firm and bouncy, the moonlight highlighting their perfect shape. He moaned in delight as he began to fondle them, kneading and squeezing with greedy abandon.
“God, they’re even better than I imagined,” he whispered, his voice low and husky. He pinched her nipples, rolling them between his fingers as he groaned again. “You’re driving me crazy, sweetheart. Just keep going.”
She bit her lip, tears brimming in her eyes as she continued to jerk him off, her movements mechanical and devoid of pleasure. Meanwhile, his hands roamed freely over her breasts, exploring every inch with a hunger that bordered on obsession.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he muttered, his voice thick with lust. “I could do this all night.”
She closed her eyes, trying to block out the sight of him mauling her body. “Just… finish,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “Please.”
He smirked, his hands still working her breasts as he leaned in closer. “Not yet, darling. Not yet.”
Rahim watched from the shadows, his heart pounding in his chest. He felt paralyzed, torn between stepping in and saving her or staying hidden to avoid escalating the situation. The woman’s quiet sobs and the man’s lecherous moans filled the air, creating a scene that was both horrifying and mesmerizing.
The man’s breathing became ragged as he thrust into her hand, his grip tightening on her breasts. “That’s it… that’s it…” he groaned, his voice trembling with urgency. “I’m so close… don’t stop…”
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