09-08-2026, 07:57 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-08-2026, 08:03 AM by SilverArrow. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
Ustad pulled his cock from her mouth with a slow, wet drag.
A thick string of honey and spit stretched from Monica’s swollen lower lip to the shiny head before it finally broke and fell onto her chin. She lay there breathing hard, lips glistening, the upper curves of her heavy breasts smeared with the sticky golden mess. Her eyes were still hazy from the high, but the familiar spark of defiance was already flickering back to life.
Ustad didn’t give her time to recover.
He climbed over her in one heavy movement, knees forcing her thighs apart, and dropped his full weight down so she was completely trapped beneath him. His dark eyes moved hungrily over the ruined blouse, the spit-and-honey-covered tits, the red saree still tangled around her waist.
Monica’s hands shot up and shoved hard against his chest.
“Ustad… get off me. Right now. You’ve had good fun. That’s enough.”
He ignored the words. His hands went straight to the folds of her saree.
Monica twisted her hips sharply, trying to throw him off.
“Don’t you dare touch the saree. I’m serious, you bastard— leave it alone!”
Ustad grabbed the red saree at her waist and yanked. The fabric resisted for a second. Monica kicked out with one leg, her heel catching him in the side, but he had her pinned so thoroughly that the kick barely moved him. He pulled harder, dragging the long length of the saree out from under her body in rough, continuous tugs. The saree slid across her bare skin as he stripped it away completely.
“Stop it— Ustad, I mean it! You can’t strip me like this… you animal— let go of it!”
She kicked again, harder this time, but his knees kept her thighs spread and his weight kept her upper body locked in place. He crumpled the entire saree in both hands and threw it aside like it was nothing. The saree landed in a careless heap on the floor near the wall.
Monica’s breathing quickened, chest rising and falling fast.
“You absolute bastard…get off me.. Right now!”
Monica looked breath-taking sexy only in her Bra and petticoat. Her round deep navel hole with slight folds of fat across her waist made her so irresistibly hot. Ustad had never witnessed a sexier navel hole in his life. He knew he could suck and put his cock inside that navel hole and fuck her navel hole for hours and hours. He could not believe his luck with this fuck meat of a wife of his best friend. He had secretly envied and abused Rakesh so much for having got Monica, a woman he wanted to fuck for lifetime. To fuck her so hard and so dirtily that his best friend’s sexy randi wife starts to worship the raw filthy cock of him!
There was nothing that could stop Ustad tonight. Ustad was already reaching for her white petticoat which did not seem to be a difficult cloth to get rid of. Only that Monica still tried to protect her modesty. She was so turned on and dripping wet yet she could not get terms of being completely naked in front of her husband’s best friend.
Her hands flew down to stop him, grabbing at his wrists.
“Don’t. Don’t you fucking dare touch that. I’m warning you, Ustad—”
The thin cotton drawstring of the petticoat was still tied at her waist. But barely …it would be easily unknotted soon….
Ustad easily overpowered her grip, hooked two thick fingers under the string, and pulled. The knot gave away instantly. Monica twisted and tried to resist, but he simply shifted his weight and pinned her harder to the mattress. Monica was literally overpowered and pinned down in seconds. Such was the animalistic raw brute strength of Ustad. Monica realized his diet of red meat everyday made him such a crazy monster, impossible to stop him if he decides going… but she secretly loved so much of this… She loved that crazy brute overpowering that Ustad did within seconds buckling her down…She could not believe any other man can even come close to Ustad in terms of strength.. She did not even think of her husband Rakesh in the same breath…..
Still Monica tried rather pretended to protect whatever Modesty was left…
“I said stop! You’re not taking that off— Ustad, I’m serious, don’t—!”
He grabbed the waistband of the petticoat with both hands and yanked the petticoat down in one continuous, hungry motion — past her hips, over her thighs, off her legs completely. The petticoat was gone in a fraction of second. Such was the mood Ustad had got into. Monica was stunned …. She saw in horror how the soft fabric bunched and then came free. He didn’t even glance at it as he tossed it in the same direction as the saree. It joined the growing pile of ruined clothes on the floor.
Monica was left in only her black lace bra (still shoved up above her breasts) and a pair of tiny black panties.
Monica knew her panties were pure provocation. Thin side-strings sat low on her hips. A small triangle of sheer lace at the front clung wetly to the soft mound of her pussy, the fabric so fine it barely hid anything. At the back there was almost nothing — just two thin strings framing the full, round cheeks of her ass. The design was deliberately slutty, the kind of expensive, shameless lingerie only a woman as bold as Monica would pack for a village wedding. Against her fair skin the black panty looked even more obscene. A dark wet patch had already spread between her thighs.
Ustad went completely still, staring down at what he had uncovered.
Monica was breathing hard
“ Ustad ….are you just crazy ? You fucking got me naked!”
Ustad’s hands slid under her thighs and pushed them even wider, eyes locked on the tiny black panty like he wanted to tear it apart with his teeth.
“Woow….Who the fuck packs something this tiny for a village? You have quite a collection…”
Monica just lay restlessly under Ustad’s mounting weight silently enjoying the humiliation her body was going through, She just wondered “ Gawd ..He is just so rough …I will still make him really earn what he is getting in...I will make a drama which makes things difficult for him..Let the bastard earn me…
” Monica thought in a twisted sequence of defiance and pretence!
Monica’s lips curved in a defiant little smirk even as a flush spread across her chest. She tried to close her legs, but his knees kept them open.
Ustad smirked “ Monica ..your collection of Bra and Panties I am sure will be one of the sluttiest in entire Delhi, where do you buy these from ?”
“Ustad just stop whatever you are trying to do….Just don’t forget I am still your best friend’s wife…. ”
Ustad gave a low, rough laugh and leaned down until his face was inches from hers. His thick, still-hard cock pressed heavily against the soft skin of her inner thigh.
“My best friend will soon become my worst enemy when he gets to know how his wife is naked under my big fat Lund”
“ Ustad you aren’t doing anything..I warn you”
Monica’s fingers dug hard into his forearms, nails biting skin, but her voice stayed cool, mocking, and completely unapologetic even in her helplessness.
“Now get. Off. Or I swear I’ll make you regret it.”
Ustad’s fingers hooked into the thin side-string of the panties and pulled it taut against her hip.
Monica’s eyes flashed..
“Ustad. I’m serious. Don’t you fucking dare pull that— don’t—”
He pulled.
Ustad’s fingers tightened on the thin side-string of the panties.
Before Monica could finish her warning he yanked — hard and fast. The delicate black panties gave with almost no resistance. The tiny triangle tore free from her hips in one swift, brutal motion. Cool air hit her completely bare skin.
Monica’s hands shot down instinctively, trying to cover the soft, exposed mound between her thighs
“Madarchod…! What the fuck do you think you’re doing”
The sharp curse burst out of her, raw and furious, but Ustad had already tossed the ruined panties aside. He grabbed both her wrists, forced them up above her head, and pinned them there with one large hand while he looked down at what he had uncovered.
Monica lay completely naked beneath him except for the black bra still shoved up above her breasts.
Her cunt was smooth — cleanly shaved, like most fashion loving modern women She liked shaving her private parts … She regularly did it and that gave her all the confidence to wear such tiny undergarments! She had got into the habit of shaving her cunt since college and once the news of her shaved cunt got out, most men were desperate to fuck her!
Her soft outer lips slightly parted and already glistening with thick wetness. The pink inner folds were visible, swollen and slick, a thin trail of arousal running down toward the cleft of her ass. Her thick, meaty thighs were spread wide by his knees, the soft inner skin trembling. When she tried to twist away, the full, round cheeks of her ass pressed into the mattress, the deep cleft between them on clear, shameless display. Everything about her body looked heavy, ripe, and obscenely exposed under the dim light of the room.
Ustad stared for a long moment, breathing hard, eyes dark with open hunger.
Then he reached for the tiny black panties he had just ripped off. He brought the damp, warm crotch straight to his nose and inhaled deeply, openly, obscenely — a long, filthy breath that made Monica’s stomach tighten.
“Where do you buy these from?” he asked, voice thick and casual, like he was discussing the weather while she lay naked and pinned. “I asked you once. Will you answer properly now?”
Monica was still trying to yank her wrists free, face flushed with a mix of rage, shock, and the residual high. Her voice came out sharp, playful, and cutting all at once.
“What kind of sick question is that, you bastard? Obviously I don’t sit at home stitching my own lingerie. I buy them from a store. Happy now, madarchod?”
Ustad kept the panties pressed to his face for another long second, breathing in the thick scent of her arousal, before lowering them slowly.
“And how expensive?”
Monica let out a short, disbelieving laugh
“A bomb. Almost three thousand for the set. Why the fuck does it matter to you?”
Ustad laughed,
“Three thousand!!!!! You pay three thousand rupees for being literally naked underneath…What a waste sweetie!”
Monica’s eyes flashed. Even pinned and stripped, the playful bite in her voice stayed intact.
“You’re not doing fucking commentary on my lingerie choices, asshole”
Ustad’s mouth curved into a dark, satisfied smile.
“I have better plans for making these expensive little panties productive.”
Before she could react he stretched the thin, still-damp waistband of the panties and looped it tightly around both her wrists. He pulled the fabric taut, then tied the other end firmly to the wooden upper edge of the cot. The elastic bit into her skin just enough to hold. Monica’s arms were stretched above her head, wrists bound with her own ruined lingerie, leaving her completely open and unable to cover a single inch of herself.
She stared up at the makeshift restraint, stunned,
“Kya… what the fuck are you doing, Chutiya ? Untie me right now—!”
Her voice was sharp, breathless, and still full of biting, playful defiance even as the reality of her position sank in — completely naked, wrists tied with her own three-thousand-rupee panties, legs forced open under her husband’s best friend, cunt fully exposed and dripping.
“Now you can’t hide anything,” he said quietly, voice thick with ownership. “And I can take my fucking time with every inch of you.”
Monica tugged hard at the panty-restraints, the tiny lace stretching but not giving. A flush of heat and humiliation spread across her chest,
A thick string of honey and spit stretched from Monica’s swollen lower lip to the shiny head before it finally broke and fell onto her chin. She lay there breathing hard, lips glistening, the upper curves of her heavy breasts smeared with the sticky golden mess. Her eyes were still hazy from the high, but the familiar spark of defiance was already flickering back to life.
Ustad didn’t give her time to recover.
He climbed over her in one heavy movement, knees forcing her thighs apart, and dropped his full weight down so she was completely trapped beneath him. His dark eyes moved hungrily over the ruined blouse, the spit-and-honey-covered tits, the red saree still tangled around her waist.
Monica’s hands shot up and shoved hard against his chest.
“Ustad… get off me. Right now. You’ve had good fun. That’s enough.”
He ignored the words. His hands went straight to the folds of her saree.
Monica twisted her hips sharply, trying to throw him off.
“Don’t you dare touch the saree. I’m serious, you bastard— leave it alone!”
Ustad grabbed the red saree at her waist and yanked. The fabric resisted for a second. Monica kicked out with one leg, her heel catching him in the side, but he had her pinned so thoroughly that the kick barely moved him. He pulled harder, dragging the long length of the saree out from under her body in rough, continuous tugs. The saree slid across her bare skin as he stripped it away completely.
“Stop it— Ustad, I mean it! You can’t strip me like this… you animal— let go of it!”
She kicked again, harder this time, but his knees kept her thighs spread and his weight kept her upper body locked in place. He crumpled the entire saree in both hands and threw it aside like it was nothing. The saree landed in a careless heap on the floor near the wall.
Monica’s breathing quickened, chest rising and falling fast.
“You absolute bastard…get off me.. Right now!”
Monica looked breath-taking sexy only in her Bra and petticoat. Her round deep navel hole with slight folds of fat across her waist made her so irresistibly hot. Ustad had never witnessed a sexier navel hole in his life. He knew he could suck and put his cock inside that navel hole and fuck her navel hole for hours and hours. He could not believe his luck with this fuck meat of a wife of his best friend. He had secretly envied and abused Rakesh so much for having got Monica, a woman he wanted to fuck for lifetime. To fuck her so hard and so dirtily that his best friend’s sexy randi wife starts to worship the raw filthy cock of him!
There was nothing that could stop Ustad tonight. Ustad was already reaching for her white petticoat which did not seem to be a difficult cloth to get rid of. Only that Monica still tried to protect her modesty. She was so turned on and dripping wet yet she could not get terms of being completely naked in front of her husband’s best friend.
Her hands flew down to stop him, grabbing at his wrists.
“Don’t. Don’t you fucking dare touch that. I’m warning you, Ustad—”
The thin cotton drawstring of the petticoat was still tied at her waist. But barely …it would be easily unknotted soon….
Ustad easily overpowered her grip, hooked two thick fingers under the string, and pulled. The knot gave away instantly. Monica twisted and tried to resist, but he simply shifted his weight and pinned her harder to the mattress. Monica was literally overpowered and pinned down in seconds. Such was the animalistic raw brute strength of Ustad. Monica realized his diet of red meat everyday made him such a crazy monster, impossible to stop him if he decides going… but she secretly loved so much of this… She loved that crazy brute overpowering that Ustad did within seconds buckling her down…She could not believe any other man can even come close to Ustad in terms of strength.. She did not even think of her husband Rakesh in the same breath…..
Still Monica tried rather pretended to protect whatever Modesty was left…
“I said stop! You’re not taking that off— Ustad, I’m serious, don’t—!”
He grabbed the waistband of the petticoat with both hands and yanked the petticoat down in one continuous, hungry motion — past her hips, over her thighs, off her legs completely. The petticoat was gone in a fraction of second. Such was the mood Ustad had got into. Monica was stunned …. She saw in horror how the soft fabric bunched and then came free. He didn’t even glance at it as he tossed it in the same direction as the saree. It joined the growing pile of ruined clothes on the floor.
Monica was left in only her black lace bra (still shoved up above her breasts) and a pair of tiny black panties.
Monica knew her panties were pure provocation. Thin side-strings sat low on her hips. A small triangle of sheer lace at the front clung wetly to the soft mound of her pussy, the fabric so fine it barely hid anything. At the back there was almost nothing — just two thin strings framing the full, round cheeks of her ass. The design was deliberately slutty, the kind of expensive, shameless lingerie only a woman as bold as Monica would pack for a village wedding. Against her fair skin the black panty looked even more obscene. A dark wet patch had already spread between her thighs.
Ustad went completely still, staring down at what he had uncovered.
Monica was breathing hard
“ Ustad ….are you just crazy ? You fucking got me naked!”
Ustad’s hands slid under her thighs and pushed them even wider, eyes locked on the tiny black panty like he wanted to tear it apart with his teeth.
“Woow….Who the fuck packs something this tiny for a village? You have quite a collection…”
Monica just lay restlessly under Ustad’s mounting weight silently enjoying the humiliation her body was going through, She just wondered “ Gawd ..He is just so rough …I will still make him really earn what he is getting in...I will make a drama which makes things difficult for him..Let the bastard earn me…
” Monica thought in a twisted sequence of defiance and pretence!
Monica’s lips curved in a defiant little smirk even as a flush spread across her chest. She tried to close her legs, but his knees kept them open.
Ustad smirked “ Monica ..your collection of Bra and Panties I am sure will be one of the sluttiest in entire Delhi, where do you buy these from ?”
“Ustad just stop whatever you are trying to do….Just don’t forget I am still your best friend’s wife…. ”
Ustad gave a low, rough laugh and leaned down until his face was inches from hers. His thick, still-hard cock pressed heavily against the soft skin of her inner thigh.
“My best friend will soon become my worst enemy when he gets to know how his wife is naked under my big fat Lund”
“ Ustad you aren’t doing anything..I warn you”
Monica’s fingers dug hard into his forearms, nails biting skin, but her voice stayed cool, mocking, and completely unapologetic even in her helplessness.
“Now get. Off. Or I swear I’ll make you regret it.”
Ustad’s fingers hooked into the thin side-string of the panties and pulled it taut against her hip.
Monica’s eyes flashed..
“Ustad. I’m serious. Don’t you fucking dare pull that— don’t—”
He pulled.
Ustad’s fingers tightened on the thin side-string of the panties.
Before Monica could finish her warning he yanked — hard and fast. The delicate black panties gave with almost no resistance. The tiny triangle tore free from her hips in one swift, brutal motion. Cool air hit her completely bare skin.
Monica’s hands shot down instinctively, trying to cover the soft, exposed mound between her thighs
“Madarchod…! What the fuck do you think you’re doing”
The sharp curse burst out of her, raw and furious, but Ustad had already tossed the ruined panties aside. He grabbed both her wrists, forced them up above her head, and pinned them there with one large hand while he looked down at what he had uncovered.
Monica lay completely naked beneath him except for the black bra still shoved up above her breasts.
Her cunt was smooth — cleanly shaved, like most fashion loving modern women She liked shaving her private parts … She regularly did it and that gave her all the confidence to wear such tiny undergarments! She had got into the habit of shaving her cunt since college and once the news of her shaved cunt got out, most men were desperate to fuck her!
Her soft outer lips slightly parted and already glistening with thick wetness. The pink inner folds were visible, swollen and slick, a thin trail of arousal running down toward the cleft of her ass. Her thick, meaty thighs were spread wide by his knees, the soft inner skin trembling. When she tried to twist away, the full, round cheeks of her ass pressed into the mattress, the deep cleft between them on clear, shameless display. Everything about her body looked heavy, ripe, and obscenely exposed under the dim light of the room.
Ustad stared for a long moment, breathing hard, eyes dark with open hunger.
Then he reached for the tiny black panties he had just ripped off. He brought the damp, warm crotch straight to his nose and inhaled deeply, openly, obscenely — a long, filthy breath that made Monica’s stomach tighten.
“Where do you buy these from?” he asked, voice thick and casual, like he was discussing the weather while she lay naked and pinned. “I asked you once. Will you answer properly now?”
Monica was still trying to yank her wrists free, face flushed with a mix of rage, shock, and the residual high. Her voice came out sharp, playful, and cutting all at once.
“What kind of sick question is that, you bastard? Obviously I don’t sit at home stitching my own lingerie. I buy them from a store. Happy now, madarchod?”
Ustad kept the panties pressed to his face for another long second, breathing in the thick scent of her arousal, before lowering them slowly.
“And how expensive?”
Monica let out a short, disbelieving laugh
“A bomb. Almost three thousand for the set. Why the fuck does it matter to you?”
Ustad laughed,
“Three thousand!!!!! You pay three thousand rupees for being literally naked underneath…What a waste sweetie!”
Monica’s eyes flashed. Even pinned and stripped, the playful bite in her voice stayed intact.
“You’re not doing fucking commentary on my lingerie choices, asshole”
Ustad’s mouth curved into a dark, satisfied smile.
“I have better plans for making these expensive little panties productive.”
Before she could react he stretched the thin, still-damp waistband of the panties and looped it tightly around both her wrists. He pulled the fabric taut, then tied the other end firmly to the wooden upper edge of the cot. The elastic bit into her skin just enough to hold. Monica’s arms were stretched above her head, wrists bound with her own ruined lingerie, leaving her completely open and unable to cover a single inch of herself.
She stared up at the makeshift restraint, stunned,
“Kya… what the fuck are you doing, Chutiya ? Untie me right now—!”
Her voice was sharp, breathless, and still full of biting, playful defiance even as the reality of her position sank in — completely naked, wrists tied with her own three-thousand-rupee panties, legs forced open under her husband’s best friend, cunt fully exposed and dripping.
“Now you can’t hide anything,” he said quietly, voice thick with ownership. “And I can take my fucking time with every inch of you.”
Monica tugged hard at the panty-restraints, the tiny lace stretching but not giving. A flush of heat and humiliation spread across her chest,
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