[Steel]

Kusha almost gasped. She could hear it... the moment that Laila broke. The tone of reluctant submission threading through her voice. Despite her defiance, despite her anger, despite her disdain for Rakesh, this is where she ended up. Spreading her thighs wide and begging for his cock in a sweet voice. Calling him "daddy", just like he predicted.

This was apparently the correct answer. Rakesh slid forward, deep into Laila's pussy, making her throw her head back with a deep, satisfied moan. His hips began pumping forward, swinging wide in and out, revealing a large cock ploughing her. He then leaned forward to capture his slut in a deep kiss, pinning her to the padded table with mouth and cock. Kusha pumped two fingers in and out of her throbbing pussy as she watched, soaking in the twisted, terrifying scene of a proud woman humbled. Despite Rakesh and Laila fucking in deep, intimate missionary, it still didn't look like love-making to Kusha. It looked like Rakesh was claiming Laila. Marking his territory. Reminding her who she belonged to.

As if responding to Kusha's thoughts, Rakesh pulled away from the kiss, his hips still pumping deeply and powerfully. "Who do you belong to, slut? Who owns this pussy?"

"You!! Aghhhh….." gasped Laila, her fingers clawing at Rakesh's thick, strong back. "To you, Daddy! I belong to you."

"Whose cock do you prefer? Who is better?" Demanded Rakesh in a rough voice, reaching down to play with Laila's jiggling breasts, holding himself up with one hand.

"Yours, Daddy," moaned Laila, her hips swirling upward into Rakesh's every stroke, her voice delirious with pleasure, all traces of hate and defiance gone. "You're bigger and ahhhh…. stronger than him!"

"Than who?" demanded Rakesh sharply.

"D-don't make me say it, Daddy,' whined Laila. "It's too mean!"

Rakesh's hips stopped for a moment. He silently stared down at Laila with a cruel grin as she writhed beneath him, desperate for his cock. Finally, with a groan of frustration, she squeezed her eyes shut and said, "Fine! You're bigger and more manly than my husband. You're better than... than... my Peanut-Pati Puneet."

Kusha could hear the humiliation in Laila's voice from being forced to say Rakesh's degrading, childish nickname for her husband, but could hear the pleasure there too. The pleasure of being forced to submit. Of being forced to betray her cuckolded husband once again.

Rakesh surged forward, rougher and harder than ever before. Laila's thick legs locked around his waist as her fingers scrabbled at his back, desperate to get him closer. Rakesh was a wild beast, Laila a bitch in heat, their sex was raw and explosive, as he was taking Laila in a way that Kusha had never been taken. Seeing Laila broken and transformed into submission and service was deeply frightening to Kusha... but also deeply erotic. She watched with bated breath, one hand rubbing her wet pussy while another snuck up to tweak and pinch a nipple that protruded the fabric. She needed to see the climax of this twisted exchange.

Rakesh thrust into Laila, deep and hard, both gasping and writhing together now as they hurtled toward orgasm. "When?" grunted Rakesh into Laila's ear, just loud enough Kusha to hear over the wet slapping of their bodies. "When are you going to let me breed you? You know what I want Laila."

"Nooo!" moaned Laila desperately, shaking her head back and forth even as her pussy eagerly accepted another man's cock. "You can't, Daddy! That would really, really be too much! We... Ohhhh Gooddddd! We would never be able to take that back! Puneet would never say yes!"