[Suresh@123]

Swati’s only answer was another helpless moan. Her deep oval navel tightened. Her soft underarms were damp with fresh sweat. Every nerve felt oversensitive after the previous intense climax, and his teasing was building the pressure again far too quickly.
He slowed his fingers almost to a stop, just resting them deep inside her, pressing lightly.
“If I stop right now,” he asked, “will you still fire me tomorrow?”
Swati’s eyes widened. The sudden lack of movement made the emptiness feel sharp. Her hips lifted slightly on their own, chasing his fingers.
“Don’t… don’t stop…” she whispered before she could stop herself.
Khan raised an eyebrow, still smiling.
“So you don’t want me to stop… but you still want to fire me? Which one is it, Madam?”
He started moving his fingers again — slow, deep, curling strokes that rubbed firmly against her G-spot. At the same time his thumb pressed harder on her clit.
Swati’s back arched. A louder moan tore from her throat.
“Ahhh… Khan… please…”
“Please what?” he asked calmly. “Please stop so you can fire me? Or please keep fingering this wet cunt until you cum again?”
Her mind was a mess of anger, shame, and rising pleasure. She tried to hold onto the threat, but every skilled stroke of his fingers made the words harder to form.
“I… I will fire you…” she forced out, her voice shaking. “If you… insult him again… but… ahhhh… right now… don’t stop…”



















“I… I will fire you…” she forced out, her voice shaking. “If you… insult him again… but… ahhhh… right now… don’t stop…”
Khan laughed softly, the sound low and satisfied.
“Honest at last. So you will let me keep playing with this dripping pussy… as long as I don’t talk about your husband. Is that the deal, Madam?”
He thrust his fingers deeper and faster for a few moments, making her cry out, then slowed again to a teasing pace.
Swati could only nod weakly, her eyes half-closed, her body already climbing toward another peak.
“Say it,” he pressed. “Say you want your driver’s fingers inside you.”
Her face burned hotter. The proud part of her still resisted, but the pleasure was winning.
“I… want it…” she whispered, almost inaudible.
“Louder.”
“I want your fingers… inside me…” she moaned, her hips moving against his hand. “Please… keep going… ahhh…”
Khan rewarded her by increasing the pressure and speed, rubbing her clit in tight circles while his fingers fucked her with steady, deep strokes.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “And tomorrow? Will you still fire the man who is making you shake like this?”
Swati’s answer came out broken and desperate as another wave of pleasure built rapidly.
“I don’t know… just… don’t stop… please, Khan… don’t stop…”
Her body was once again trembling, panting, and completely open under his hand. The threat of firing him hung in the air, but it was growing weaker with every skilled thrust of his fingers and every soft, teasing question he asked..

The tigress was still angry…
but she was also dripping, moaning, and begging for more...







Khan’s two thick fingers continued their slow, deep strokes inside Swati’s dripping cunt. He watched her flushed face carefully as her body kept trembling on the wet sheets. Then he decided to push the teasing further.
He leaned down and began licking the swollen, sensitive ring of her ass while his fingers still worked inside her pussy. The sudden wet heat of his tongue on that tight entrance made Swati’s whole body jerk hard.
“Hhhmmmmm—!” she cried out, her back arching.
Khan licked slowly, circling the sensitive rim with the tip of his tongue, then pressing flat and dragging across it. At the same time he kept fingering her cunt with steady, curling strokes. The dual sensation was intense and overwhelming.
He lifted his mouth just enough to speak, his warm breath brushing against her wet skin.
“Tell me, Madam… can I scold that husband of yours now?”
Swati’s answer came out broken and shaky.
“N-no… don’t… ahhh… don’t talk about him like… hhhmmmm…”
Khan only smiled and returned his tongue to her ass ring, licking more firmly while his fingers pushed deeper into her cunt. Then, very slowly, he pressed one thick finger against the tight entrance of her ass and began to push it inside.
Swati’s eyes flew open wide. A sharp, new stretch mixed with the wet licking and the fingers in her pussy.
“Nooooo… Khan… that’s… ahhhh… too much…” she moaned, her voice cracking.
But her body did not pull away. Her hips twitched and pushed back slightly against his hand. Fresh juices flooded around the fingers still buried in her cunt.
Khan pushed the finger in her ass deeper, slow and steady, until it was fully inside. He began to move both hands together — two fingers thrusting in her dripping pussy, one finger slowly fucking her tight ass, while his tongue returned to lick around the stretched rim.
The dual penetration and the wet licking made Swati’s mind spin.
“Hhhmmmmm… aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh…” she moaned loudly, her voice high and broken.