[Steel]

Rakesh grabbed both of Laila's arms from behind, pulling back to force her up, her back arched, her lips panting and moaning as he slammed into her, his hips moving with a perpetual pounding force.

Laila found her words again, although by this point they were half moans, dripping with pleasure. 'I was... G0d... I was right about you in college, you monster! I knew I should stay away from you."

Rakesh thrust forward, then stopped, holding there, deep inside, stretching Laila's married cunt to its limit. "That's right," he said savagely. "You really tried your best to avoid me. And you failed."

He withdrew his cock, slimy with Laila's eager arousal. Laila whined, "No! Not yet, you bastard! I was so fucking close!"

Rakesh flashed her a cocky grin, gesturing to the table with a nod. "Get up there. I want to take you up close and personal."

Laila rolled her eyes, but hurried to obey, jumping up onto the table, laying back, and spreading her legs, revealing a pussy leaking with desire and turned pink already from Rakesh's powerful thrusts. "Ok," she said impatiently, reaching down to rub herself, keeping herself on the edge of pleasure. "Fuck me."

Rakesh jumped up onto the table as well, and loomed over Laila, his wicked cock inches from her pussy. 'I don't know..." he teased with infuriating smugness, "convince me."

Kusha panted harshly behind the curtain, her eyes focused on Rakesh's thick, dripping cock. It looked like a weapon, with an obvious purpose to pierce, to inject, to invade. A symbol of masculine brutality and dominance. A tool he used to trample over feminine pride and purity. Kusha slipped the fabric to the side as her hand moved with wet noises between her thighs, her mind clouded over with lust. A huge part of her was still horrified by the sight, but right now, in her secret dim hiding place, she allowed herself to run wild, knowing that no one would ever know.

"Ugh..." growled Laila, her face a picture of horny frustration.

Do it, urged Kusha mentally. Shut him down. Show him what you really think of him.

But the next words out of Laila's mouth were meek and hesitant. "P-please," she said, her eyes looking away as her face blushed deeply. "Please fuck me, Rocky."

"You know what I need to hear if that's what you want,' said Rakesh in a taunting voice, rubbing his cock head all over her pussy. Her hips squirmed forward, desperate for more, but Rakesh wouldn't give Laila what she wanted. Not yet.

Laila's voice was a humiliated whimper as she said looking into his eyes, "Please... Daddy. Please fuck your little married slut's pussy."