14-08-2026, 09:55 PM
Sushma’s eyes went wide, glazed with a liquid heat, her breath coming in short, jagged hitches. She looked up at me, her face flushed a deep crimson, her lips swollen and glistening. "Aman, please!" she gasped, her voice a desperate, velvet plea. "He's right there... the head of it is just... touching me... I can feel it pulsing against my clit. I need him to bury it! Please, beg him to fuck me!"
I felt a surge of raw, electric heat, my own cock throbbing with a frantic intensity. The power dynamic had shifted, and the "liberal" trust I had cultivated was now a catalyst for a different kind of submission. "Please," I groaned, the word tearing from my throat. "Please fuck her. Please stretch her pussy open with that thick cock. I want to see you use her until she can't take any more."
The stranger let out a low, dark chuckle, his thumb grazing the swollen lip of her cunt, smearing the thick, creamy juices across her skin. "Better. But I can feel your hesitation, Aman. I want to hear you tell me how much of a slut she is for this. I want you to tell me why she deserves to be stretched wide by a stranger's prick."
Sushma’s hips gave a frantic, involuntary twitch, her pussy clamping shut in a desperate attempt to draw him back in. She looked up at me, her eyes hooded and liquid, her voice a broken, needy rasp. "He's so much thicker than you, Aman... I can still feel the ghost of him inside me, and it’s making my cunt throb with a hunger you just can't satisfy."
I felt a surge of heat, a mixture of inadequacy and an overwhelming, electric arousal. "She's a slut," I groaned, my voice raw. "She's a soaking wet little slut who needs a real cock to fill her up."
"That's the way," the stranger rumbled. He didn't just thrust; he launched himself forward, burying his massive length in one singular, brutal motion that seemed to bottom out against her very core.
Sushma’s head snapped back, a guttural, jagged scream tearing from her throat as her pussy was forced open, the wet, slapping sound of his balls hitting her thighs echoing through the silent gallery. "Oh god! Yes! Stretch me! Split me open!" she wailed, her fingers clawing at the polished floor.
I felt a surge of raw, electric heat, my own cock throbbing with a frantic intensity. The power dynamic had shifted, and the "liberal" trust I had cultivated was now a catalyst for a different kind of submission. "Please," I groaned, the word tearing from my throat. "Please fuck her. Please stretch her pussy open with that thick cock. I want to see you use her until she can't take any more."
The stranger let out a low, dark chuckle, his thumb grazing the swollen lip of her cunt, smearing the thick, creamy juices across her skin. "Better. But I can feel your hesitation, Aman. I want to hear you tell me how much of a slut she is for this. I want you to tell me why she deserves to be stretched wide by a stranger's prick."
Sushma’s hips gave a frantic, involuntary twitch, her pussy clamping shut in a desperate attempt to draw him back in. She looked up at me, her eyes hooded and liquid, her voice a broken, needy rasp. "He's so much thicker than you, Aman... I can still feel the ghost of him inside me, and it’s making my cunt throb with a hunger you just can't satisfy."
I felt a surge of heat, a mixture of inadequacy and an overwhelming, electric arousal. "She's a slut," I groaned, my voice raw. "She's a soaking wet little slut who needs a real cock to fill her up."
"That's the way," the stranger rumbled. He didn't just thrust; he launched himself forward, burying his massive length in one singular, brutal motion that seemed to bottom out against her very core.
Sushma’s head snapped back, a guttural, jagged scream tearing from her throat as her pussy was forced open, the wet, slapping sound of his balls hitting her thighs echoing through the silent gallery. "Oh god! Yes! Stretch me! Split me open!" she wailed, her fingers clawing at the polished floor.
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