[Mohit.Kumar]

She moaned amidst her tears as she bucked her hips to meet his strokes mid way. Whether he heard or not, his tempo increased till a continuous vulgar, squishy sound from her pussy joined the chorus of her moans and his steady grunts. One final lunge and he released his load of cum deep into her chut.

He kept repeating as he collapsed on top of her. His monster cock spat the seed that wade her pussy with the hot fluid. She had passed out a moment earlier under the onslaught of his cock and her own final release and did not hear all this.

[Mohit.Kumar]

When she came to, Chaitali was lying in the back seat of a moving truck which was speeding through the night. She smelt the rain soaked streets and as she sat up and gathered her saree to cover herself, the assistant of the truck driver turned around and asked and smiled wickedly, “Madam ap kaha jana chahti ho?"