03-08-2026, 10:59 PM
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Ustad carried her through the doorway without putting her down.
The moment they crossed the threshold he kicked the door shut behind them. The solid wood slammed with a heavy, final thud that rattled the frame. He did not reach for the latch. He walked straight to the narrow cot, floorboards creaking hard under his weight, and dropped Monica onto the thin mattress from a short height.
She landed on her back with a sharp bounce. The red silk saree spread out under her in messy folds. Her hair fanned across the pillow. For a second she lay there looking up at him
Then he climbed onto the cot.
One knee on either side of her thighs, pinning her legs closed. The mattress dipped hard under his weight. Monica’s hands came up against his chest, but there was no real resistance in them. Her eyes were still hazy from the gaanja and liquor, lips slightly swollen from the courtyard kiss.
Ustad’s hands shot to the front of her blouse!!!
He did not try to open the hooks. He grabbed the two edges of the fabric near her collarbone in both fists and yanked outward with sudden, brutal force.
The first hooks exploded open with sharp, violent pops.
Monica’s breath caught in her throat.
He did not pause. He yanked again, harder, ripping the remaining hooks free in a continuous, savage series of tearing sounds. The blouse split down the middle with a loud, ugly rip as the fabric gave way under his strength. The blouse was ruined in less than three seconds — torn wide open, exposing the black bra and the deep swell of her cleavage.
Monica stared up at him, heaving.
“You fucking animal—That Blouse was new…..Your Taiji gave me in the morning…..”
Ustad laughed. Saliva dripping from his hungry mouth. He grabbed the torn halves of the blouse, yanked them down her arms with the same rough force, and pulled the entire thing free. He crumpled the blouse in one fist and threw it hard toward the corner of the room.
Now only the bra remained.
Ustad laughed like a hyena…
Monica was shocked at Ustad’ raw force. As Ustad stared at her Bra filled tits, Monica snapped “ Ustad …No .wait ..you are not going to tear off my Bra.. it’s fucking expensive ..you chutiya!!”
Ustad laughed hard!
He hooked two thick fingers under the centre of the bra and yanked upward in one sharp, powerful motion. Luckily it did not tear but The hook gave away instantly… The delicate fashionable Bra was not meant for a savage like Ustad! The straps slid down her shoulders. The cups flipped up and over her breasts, freeing them completely.
Her heavy 36Ds tits spilled out obscenely into the cool air of the room — flushed, full, and soft, the dark nipples already tight and raised. They settled against her ribs, rising and falling with every rapid breath.
Ustad stared down at them, breathing hard.
Then he lowered his head and took the right breast into his mouth.
He opened wide and sucked as much of the soft, heavy flesh as he could fit, tongue pressing hard against the nipple, cheeks hollowing deeply. The wet, loud sound of suction filled the small room at once.
Monica’s back arched hard off the cot.
“Ahhh— fuck… Ustad—”
He sucked without mercy — deep, strong, continuous pulls that drew the nipple and a large portion of her breast into his mouth. Spit quickly made the skin shiny. He released her with a wet pop only to latch on again harder, then moved to the left breast and repeated the same hungry, open-mouthed suction.
Monica’s moans grew louder, higher, almost continuous.
“Nnngh… ahhh… you’re going to leave marks… you bastard… ahhh—”
He spat directly onto the right nipple, watched the thick drop run down the full curve of her breast, then smeared it with his thumb before sucking it back into his mouth with a loud, filthy sound. He did the same to the other side. The room filled with the wet, obscene noises of his mouth working her tits — long, deep pulls, soft bites, the rough scbang of his stubble against the sensitive underside of each breast.
“ Ustad ..ahhh.. stop biting with your teeth …madarchod…aahh “
Monica’s hands pushed weakly at his shoulders. Her moans kept spilling out, broken and shameless.
Monica’s head rolled to the side, mouth open, eyes glassy from the high and the overwhelming sensation. Even as the moans tore out of her, she was just lost in absolute pleasure of the merciless boobs suck.
Ustad finally released her breast with a last wet, dragging suck. Both nipples were dark, stiff, and shiny with spit. Red marks from his teeth and stubble already showed on the soft skin.
“Happy now…?” she breathed. “Or are you going to keep using them until I can’t wear anything tomorrow…”
The moment they crossed the threshold he kicked the door shut behind them. The solid wood slammed with a heavy, final thud that rattled the frame. He did not reach for the latch. He walked straight to the narrow cot, floorboards creaking hard under his weight, and dropped Monica onto the thin mattress from a short height.
She landed on her back with a sharp bounce. The red silk saree spread out under her in messy folds. Her hair fanned across the pillow. For a second she lay there looking up at him
Then he climbed onto the cot.
One knee on either side of her thighs, pinning her legs closed. The mattress dipped hard under his weight. Monica’s hands came up against his chest, but there was no real resistance in them. Her eyes were still hazy from the gaanja and liquor, lips slightly swollen from the courtyard kiss.
Ustad’s hands shot to the front of her blouse!!!
He did not try to open the hooks. He grabbed the two edges of the fabric near her collarbone in both fists and yanked outward with sudden, brutal force.
The first hooks exploded open with sharp, violent pops.
Monica’s breath caught in her throat.
He did not pause. He yanked again, harder, ripping the remaining hooks free in a continuous, savage series of tearing sounds. The blouse split down the middle with a loud, ugly rip as the fabric gave way under his strength. The blouse was ruined in less than three seconds — torn wide open, exposing the black bra and the deep swell of her cleavage.
Monica stared up at him, heaving.
“You fucking animal—That Blouse was new…..Your Taiji gave me in the morning…..”
Ustad laughed. Saliva dripping from his hungry mouth. He grabbed the torn halves of the blouse, yanked them down her arms with the same rough force, and pulled the entire thing free. He crumpled the blouse in one fist and threw it hard toward the corner of the room.
Now only the bra remained.
Ustad laughed like a hyena…
Monica was shocked at Ustad’ raw force. As Ustad stared at her Bra filled tits, Monica snapped “ Ustad …No .wait ..you are not going to tear off my Bra.. it’s fucking expensive ..you chutiya!!”
Ustad laughed hard!
He hooked two thick fingers under the centre of the bra and yanked upward in one sharp, powerful motion. Luckily it did not tear but The hook gave away instantly… The delicate fashionable Bra was not meant for a savage like Ustad! The straps slid down her shoulders. The cups flipped up and over her breasts, freeing them completely.
Her heavy 36Ds tits spilled out obscenely into the cool air of the room — flushed, full, and soft, the dark nipples already tight and raised. They settled against her ribs, rising and falling with every rapid breath.
Ustad stared down at them, breathing hard.
Then he lowered his head and took the right breast into his mouth.
He opened wide and sucked as much of the soft, heavy flesh as he could fit, tongue pressing hard against the nipple, cheeks hollowing deeply. The wet, loud sound of suction filled the small room at once.
Monica’s back arched hard off the cot.
“Ahhh— fuck… Ustad—”
He sucked without mercy — deep, strong, continuous pulls that drew the nipple and a large portion of her breast into his mouth. Spit quickly made the skin shiny. He released her with a wet pop only to latch on again harder, then moved to the left breast and repeated the same hungry, open-mouthed suction.
Monica’s moans grew louder, higher, almost continuous.
“Nnngh… ahhh… you’re going to leave marks… you bastard… ahhh—”
He spat directly onto the right nipple, watched the thick drop run down the full curve of her breast, then smeared it with his thumb before sucking it back into his mouth with a loud, filthy sound. He did the same to the other side. The room filled with the wet, obscene noises of his mouth working her tits — long, deep pulls, soft bites, the rough scbang of his stubble against the sensitive underside of each breast.
“ Ustad ..ahhh.. stop biting with your teeth …madarchod…aahh “
Monica’s hands pushed weakly at his shoulders. Her moans kept spilling out, broken and shameless.
Monica’s head rolled to the side, mouth open, eyes glassy from the high and the overwhelming sensation. Even as the moans tore out of her, she was just lost in absolute pleasure of the merciless boobs suck.
Ustad finally released her breast with a last wet, dragging suck. Both nipples were dark, stiff, and shiny with spit. Red marks from his teeth and stubble already showed on the soft skin.
“Happy now…?” she breathed. “Or are you going to keep using them until I can’t wear anything tomorrow…”
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