Adultery NISHA:: A Hot Spy -Female Investigator Officer - Secret mission

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The room was still heavy with the scent of their earlier heat when Pandey shifted over her again. Nisha lay on her back now, dark hair spread across the pillow, chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths. Her full 36-inch breasts—heavy, soft, milk-swollen jugs—rose and fell with every inhale. The soft curve of her stomach, the deep shadow of her navel, the still-slick lips of her cunt… all of it was his to play with.
He did not rush.
He started at her navel.
His tongue circled the tight little dip slowly, wet and deliberate. He licked the rim, then dipped inside, tasting the faint salt of her skin. Nisha’s stomach fluttered hard.
“Ahhhhh… Pandey ji…”
He sucked gently on the soft skin around her navel, then licked deeper, swirling his tongue in lazy circles. One hand slid up to cup a heavy breast, thumb brushing the stiff nipple. She arched.
My husband never did this, the thought flashed through her mind, sharp and shameful and hot. Never licked me like I was something to be tasted for hours. Minister is a gem… a real gem of skills towards a woman…
Pandey’s mouth moved higher. He took one full, milk-heavy jug into his mouth and sucked. Hard. The soft flesh yielded, filling his mouth. His tongue flicked the nipple, then he suckled deeply, drawing on her like he wanted the milk itself.
“Ohhhh—Goddddd—” Nisha’s cry was loud, broken. Her hands flew to his hair. “Ahhhhh… your mouth… so hot…”
He switched to the other breast, sucking just as greedily, while his fingers pinched and rolled the wet nipple he had just left. Milk-sweet skin, heavy soft flesh, the way her body jerked every time he pulled hard with his lips—he took his time. Long, wet, noisy sucks. Tongue swirling. Teeth grazing just enough to make her whimper.
“Haaaaaa… haaaaa… mmmmmm—don’t stop sucking my milk jugs—ahhhhh—”
Husband never sucked them like this, she thought wildly, eyes half-closed. Never made them ache so good. Minister knows… he knows exactly how to make a woman wet and stupid…
When both breasts were glistening, nipples dark and swollen from his mouth, he kissed his way back down. Over her ribs. Across her trembling stomach. He licked her navel again, slower this time, then lower, until his breath ghosted over her cunt.
He spread her thighs wide.
The first long, flat lick from the bottom of her slit all the way up to her clit made her cry out.
“Ahhhhhh—!”....










wide.
The first long, flat lick from the bottom of her slit all the way up to her clit made her cry out.
“Ahhhhhh—!”
He did not tease gently. He licked her vigorously—hot, wet, relentless. Tongue spearing between her folds, then flattening to drag hard over her clit. He sucked the swollen bud between his lips and flicked it fast.
“Ohhhh Goddddd—your tongue—ahhhhh—so good—”
He pushed two fingers into her cunt while he licked, curling them, fucking her with them in time with his mouth. The wet sounds were filthy. Her hips bucked. He pinned them down and kept going—licking, sucking, finger-fucking her without mercy.
The first orgasm hit her hard and sudden.
“AHHHHHH—I’m cumming—ohhh fuck—ahhhhhh!”
Her cunt clenched around his fingers, thighs shaking violently against his shoulders. He did not stop. He licked her through it, slower now, but still firm, still sucking her clit while her body jerked and her cries turned into broken sobs of pleasure....






When the last tremor faded he started again—tongue circling her clit, two fingers still buried deep, then three. He fucked her with his hand while he ate her like a man starving.
“Oghhhhh Goddddd—too sensitive—ahhhhh—I can’t—”
But she could. The second orgasm crashed over her even harder. Her back arched clean off the bed. A raw, loud scream tore from her throat as her cunt gushed around his fingers.
“YESSSSS—AHHHHH—I’m cumming again—ohhh God—your mouth—ahhhhhh!”
Only when she was limp and trembling, cunt pulsing and dripping, did he rise over her. His thick cock slapped against her wet folds. He rubbed the fat head up and down her slit, coating himself, teasing her open.
Then he pushed in.
One long, deep thrust.
“OHHHHH GGODDDDDD—!”
Nisha’s eyes flew wide. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream that quickly became sound.
“Ohhhhjjjjjj—biggggg—I can’t take it—ahhhhhhh!”
He sank all the way to the root, stretching her tight cunt wide around his thick shaft. She was soaked from the two orgasms, but still so snug it made both of them groan. He held still, buried deep, letting her feel every inch.
“Is it bigger than your husband’s?” he asked, voice low and rough, hips giving a slow, grinding roll.
Nisha only moaned, eyes squeezed shut, lips parted.
“Ahhhhh… haaaaa… mmmmmm…”
He pulled almost all the way out, then thrust back in hard and deep.
“OHHHHH—!”
“I asked you something, Nisha.” Another deep stroke. “Is my cock bigger than your husband’s?”
Still only moans. Loud, broken, shameless, but no words.
He smiled darkly. While he fucked her in long, heavy strokes—pulling out until just the head remained, then slamming back in to the hilt—he slipped one hand between them. His fingers found her still-swollen clit and rubbed in tight, firm circles.
Her whole body jerked.
“Ahhhhhh—yes—yes—yes—!” The words ripped out of her on a high, desperate cry. “Yours is bigger—ahhhhh—much bigger than my hubby’s—ohhh Goddddd—”. But she got ashamed of her answer.. How a conservative married woman being a cop... How I told that nasty answers.... "" she thought..
Pandey laughed, low and satisfied, and fucked her harder.
“I know, Nisha. You’re so fucking tight. I knew your husband’s cock was small. That’s why this pretty cunt never got stretched properly.” He drove in deep, grinding against her cervix. “Now I will do it. I’ll stretch you the way you need.”
“AHHHHHH—yes—stretch ing paining oghhhhh ahhhhh—your big cock—ohhhjjjj—”
He fucked her with deep, powerful strokes, pulling all the way out so she felt the sudden emptiness, then thrusting back in to the root in one brutal push. The different sensation—full, empty, full again—made her sob with pleasure....














“It feels so weird—ahhhhh—so different—ohhh God—every time you pull out and push back in—ahhhhhh!”
Her hips began to move with him, meeting his thrusts, cunt greedy and wet. He leaned down and sucked one heavy milk jug back into his mouth while he pounded her, tongue flicking the nipple in time with his cock.
“Haaaaaa—haaaaaa—suck my milk—fuck my cunt—ahhhhh—both together—ohhh yes—”
My husband never fucked me like this, the thought burned through her as another deep thrust punched a cry from her throat. Never made me feel so full… never sucked my breasts while he used my cunt… Minister is a gem… a dangerous, skilled gem…
Pandey kept the rhythm ruthless and deep—full withdrawal, hard thrust, grind, repeat—while his mouth worked her breasts and his fingers occasionally returned to her clit to keep her on the edge.
“Tell me again,” he ordered against her wet nipple. “Whose cock is bigger?”
“Yours—ahhhhh—yours is so much bigger—I can’t take it but I want it—ohhh Goddddd—ruin my cunt with your big cock—”
He gave her exactly that. Long, deep, punishing strokes that forced loud, continuous cries from her throat. Every time he buried himself to the hilt she sobbed. Every time he pulled out she whimpered at the loss. Her hands clutched his back, nails digging in, body rolling up to meet him.
“Yes—yes—fuck me deeper—ahhhhh—I can feel you in my stomach—so biggggg—”
He shifted angle, hitting the spot that made her vision white out, and rubbed her clit at the same time. Her third orgasm of the night tore through her without warning.
“AHHHHHHH—I’m cumming—ohhh fuck—your big cock is making me cum so hard—ahhhhhh!”
Her cunt clamped down on him in tight, rhythmic waves. He fucked her through it, never slowing, sucking hard on her breast, until she was a trembling, moaning mess beneath him.
Still he did not stop.
He kept driving into her, deep and relentless, pulling all the way out and slamming back in, making her feel every thick inch again and again while she gasped and cried and moved with him, completely lost in the skill of the man who was ruining her for anyone else.
“Oghhhhh Goddddd… biggggg… I can’t take it… but don’t stop… never stop… ahhhhhh…”
And Pandey, smiling against her milk-wet breast, only fucked her deeper......




After intense fucking... She is in high breathing.. Haa. Haa taking breath... Then Pandey pulled out of her cunt with a wet, filthy sound and immediately flipped her over. Strong hands gripped her hips and guided her up onto her hands and knees. Nisha’s heavy milk jugs hung and swayed beneath her. Her dark hair fell forward. Her ass—soft, round, still faintly pink from earlier handling—was raised high in the air, presented.
She tried to crawl forward, voice shaky and breathless.
“Enough… Pandey ji… enough now… I will go…”
He pressed one firm hand between her shoulder blades, keeping her down, and leaned over her back so his mouth was close to her ear.
“It is not enough, Nisha. It is now only started. This is the beginning. I still have to explore all your holes… and I have to do more experiments on this soft body of yours.”
“Not now… please… not now…” she pleaded, but even as the words left her lips her back arched and her hips pushed back toward him. Her cunt was still dripping, thighs glistening. Her body was already betraying every protest her mouth tried to make.
My words say stop… but everything between my legs is still open and wet for him… husband never made me feel this shameless…
Pandey’s palm came down hard on her right ass cheek.
Slap.
“Ahhh—!”
Then the left.
Slap.
“Ahhhhh—Pandey ji—!”
He did not stop at two. He gave her several more firm, stinging slaps, watching the soft flesh jiggle and turn a deeper pink. Each impact pulled a louder cry from her throat. Her arms trembled. She clutched the bedsheets tightly in both fists.
When her ass was nicely warmed and glowing, he placed both hands on her cheeks and slowly separated them. Wide. Fully open. Cool air touched the tiny, puckered hole nestled between them.
He stared.
“Wow… Nisha… what a tight little hole this one is.” His voice was thick with appreciation. “So tiny… so beautiful… I think you are pure virgin here. A rare, untouched hole.”
Shame flooded her face and chest. She tried to close her legs but he held her open.
“And your useless hubby… he doesn’t even know about this pretty hole, does he?”
Anger flared hot through the shame. She twisted her head back, eyes flashing.
“Shut up, Pandey ji! Hold your tongue! Don’t you dare talk bad and shame my hubby like that!”













Pandey’s lips curved into a slow, cunning smile. He did not argue. Instead he leaned in, opened his mouth, and dragged his long, wet tongue straight up the inner valley of her ass—from just above her dripping cunt, over the tight ring, and higher.
The unexpected contact made her entire body jolt.
“Hmmmm—mmmh—!”
He kept his tongue right there, flat and hot against the virgin hole, and began to circle it. Slow at first. Wet. Deliberate. Tracing the tight rim again and again.
“Hhhhhhmmmmm… haaaaaaaa…” The moan tore out of her, low and shocked. She had never felt anything like it. The intimate, forbidden heat of a man’s tongue directly on that place made her arms shake.
“What—Pandey ji—what are you doing there…?”
He laughed softly against her skin, the vibration traveling straight into her.
“You only told me to hold my tongue… so I am holding my tongue. Right here. Near your tight little ass hole. I am obeying your orders, madam.”
Then he stopped teasing and licked her properly.
Vigorously.