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Once again, Neeru’s foul, reeking mouth was pressed against mine. He was kissing and sucking my lips with intense, aggressive force; his thick, dark lips crushed my delicate, pink ones. The pungent, fetid stench of his breath, a noxious blend of cigarettes, paan, sweat, and grime, assaulted my nostrils. I endured it. My eyes were half-closed, yet a strange, surging heat spread through my body.

My heavy, firm boobs, tightly confined within my brassiere, were pressed hard against his dark, sweat-drenched chest. His rigid, erect Lund (cock) pushed against my stomach. Having already ejaculated into my mouth earlier, it was now fully engorged and burning hot, pressing firmly below my navel as if desperate to fuck me. If it were up to that Lund (cock), it would have started thrusting right into my very navel. Crafted by Maitri Patel.
 
As I let him suck on my lips with his thick, filthy mouth, I wondered:
 
"Who knows what else this animal might do to me!" But for some reason, I felt no fear of him, nor was I particularly repulsed by his sordid actions. I did, however, feel myself sinking deeper and deeper into the depths of filth.
 
At that moment, only one thought echoed in my mind: the night was far from over, and the task at hand was yet to be completed.
 
Neeru lay on my bed, and I was sprawled across his chest. His hands rested on my fair waist; as he caressed my back, he kept kissing my cheeks and lips. My eyes were fixed on his grimy, dark face, and I wondered:
 
“Why? Why do I keep enduring all these vile things he does?” My husband, Saud, had never once touched my body with his feet. Yet today, this vile, filthy, and utterly low-class scavenger had not only rubbed his feet against my body but had even compelled me to lick them. I was bewildered, why was I yielding to his every demand without him having to use any force at all?
 
I had even sucked his grimy, blackened, filth-encrusted feet, and yet, strangely, no hatred stirred within me. Like a truly devoted and loyal wife, I simply wanted to fulfill his desires and bring him happiness. I wanted him to do whatever he pleased with me, to indulge himself completely, leaving no wish unfulfilled that a wife could satisfy. Edited Sauni Patel.
 
Despite everything I had done and accepted, I refused to acknowledge that I was actually enjoying these acts with Neeru. I would not admit that the stench of sweat and the foul odor emanating from this wretched, filthy man were awakening some strange sensation deep within me. How could I possibly accept that I found pleasure in becoming a slave to a man of such a low social standing? Yet, such are the strange, twisted ways of fate.
 
Neeru might have claimed me as his "wife" merely in jest, but my body and heart had truly come to accept him as my husband, my groom. Perhaps that is why my entire being yearned to please this dark, grimy, and wretched groom of mine. I wanted him to use my body exactly as he wished, and that is precisely what he was doing.
 
As I drifted back to reality, I noticed Neeru gazing deep into my eyes as he said,
 
“My bride, my lady… here, suck this.” Saying this, Neeru stuck out her blackish-yellow, filthy tongue. Under the guidance of Funlover.
 
I shook my head in refusal and said, “No, Neeru… please… just stop now… don’t force me to do this.” But Neeru ignored what I said. He placed his hand behind my head and began pulling my face toward his. My entire body was a slave to him; with just a gentle nudge, my lips brushed against his tongue.
 
Neeru’s filthy tongue was kissing my lips once again. My lips were pressed together, but he began to push his tongue between them. I looked into his eyes, and my lips parted on their own accord. Once more, his tongue was between my lips.
 
He began to swirl his thick, foul tongue inside my mouth. It entwined with mine, sucking on it. His saliva mingled with my own. The bitter, grimy residue of *paan* and cigarettes on his tongue seeped all the way down my throat.
 
Neeru held me even tighter against his chest. His hard Lund (cock) pressed firmly against my stomach, inching closer to my Choot (pussy) with every movement. My bra could barely contain my boobs; my hardened nipples pushed the fabric outward.
 
I thrust my own tongue into his filthy mouth. My breathing grew rapid. Hot, wet juices flowed from my Choot (pussy), dampening my thighs.
 
Neeru gripped my waist even more firmly and whispered into my ear,
 
“Madam… my bride… tonight, you are entirely mine. I will fuck you as much as I desire… just surrender your beautiful body to me, quietly…”
 
I said nothing. I simply closed my eyes and pushed my tongue even deeper into the mouth of my filthy, dark-skinned groom.
 
The night was still very long… and There was still a lot of work left to be done.
 
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