21-01-2026, 07:23 PM
Thank you all.. Update will tonight....
A twist will be followed with update.... as it lead to double bang...
A twist will be followed with update.... as it lead to double bang...
Adultery Husband's mistake -Wife's bang bang
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21-01-2026, 09:26 PM
Thank you friends....
After a hot fuck by Rahul,
The room was still thick with tension, air stale from sex and fear. Adithi sat straight-backed on the bed now,
And later two hours.. Athidi sit silently in room and cried a lot due to guilt....
Her face was composed—too composed. The earlier tears had
dried minutes ago.
Kamal remained in the armchair, wrists freshly freed but shoulders hunched. His eyes hadn’t left her since the
zip ties came off. Rahul stood near the curtains, shirt half-buttoned, silent.
Adithi look at the door " Gupta Ji Come in. I know you are looking at camera. Bring your satellite phone also".
Kamal, Rahul and Gupta three of them are shocked. Gupta thinks inside "how she knows he is waching"
Gupta came to room. Adithi didn’t look at any of them. She just sit like sharon stone sit on the movie " Basic
instinct" . She simply looked at gupta and by her eye expression she asked that satellite phone.
She called. Through out island one only satellite phone with Gupta.
And Athidi took phone and ring to Gupta's wife...
It rang twice.
Shailaja the gupta picked up, voice cautious. “Hello?”
“Shailaja, it’s Adithi.” No preamble. “You dont know about me. but Your husband is here. He’s listening. So is
mine.”
A sharp inhale on the other end. “What’s going on?”
Adithi spoke slowly, every word deliberate. “Tonight your husband trap me and and his friend Rahul bangd
me. On camera. While my husband Kamal forced to watch everything live. They enjoyed it. A lot.”
Silence stretched. Then Shailaja, quieter: “Gupta…?”
Gupta opened his mouth. Adithi cut him off without raising her voice.
“I’m not asking for an apology,” she continued. “I’m telling you what should be happens next. You’re going my
home
Right now. You’ll sit on Kamal’s lap. You will do exactly the same things what i am going to do here. Same
positions. Same camera. No condoms. No mercy. When it’s finished, every single recording—phones, cloud,
hard drives—gets deleted in front of all five of us. Then we never see each other again.”
Shailaja’s breathing was audible, fast and shallow. “You’re insane if you think—”
“You don’t have to believe me,” Adithi said. “But your husband already made Kamal watch his wife get fucked
for an hour. Kamal watched every thrust, every sound, every finish—live on video call because they wanted
him to see it all. Now Kamal wants the same courtesy. Gupta , Connect Kamal also in the phone? I know
kamal is listening, but you did somethink to his computer , so i cant hear his voice”.
Gupta did somethink in his ipad, kamal also now connected fully.
Kamal’s voice rasped, low and wrecked. “Send her.”
Adithi didn’t flinch at his words. She kept her eyes on the phone.
“Forty minutes,” she told Shailaja. “ Wear something traditional. Kamal like traidtional. And Shailaja if you
don’t go, No i know you will go. That’s enough to start.”
Gupta’s jaw tightened. “You don’t know anything about my family.”
" Gupta Ji, I know you and your wife have open relationship. She accepeted you can do whatever you want.
But she is still shy".
Gupta Asked " how do you know all these".
Adithi smiled " when i chat with kamal i have doubts. because the way of chat is not kamal. But we talk
fantasies many times. so initialy i thought kamal like this. But before i come to rahul room, i came to your
room to submit one report before 1 hour after fuck by Rahul as you both planned.
But you are in bathroom. you just called me to sit inside. suddenly i saw my
picture in your computer screen. why was wonder why my picture in your computer. Then i read all. how you
trapped me and how you humiliate kamal.
You informed shailaja also , you are going to bang me. so you mentioned she also can do whatever she wants
as you both discussed before. so i used all these situtaions gupta Ji"
Rahul shifted, uneasy for the first time.
Shailaja’s voice cracked. “Gupta ji…?”
Gupta stared at Adithi a long beat. Then he spoke into the speaker, tone flat. “Get ready. Driver’s coming.”
He ended the call himself.
Adithi set the phone down carefully, like it was a loaded weapon.
She looked at Kamal. “You’ll get your turn to hold her. Just like they made you hold still and watch me.”
Kamal nodded once, eyes glassy. Athidi again told "you have yo fuck Gupta wife shailaja as Rahul fucked me."
Adithi turned her gaze to Gupta and Rahul in turn. She made a plan to take revenge on both Gupta and Rahul..
Athidi told to both" OK Gupta if you want me now these 3 days you should send your wife ". You can do
anything you can plan..
“Until nothing else,” she said. “Clean the camera lens. We can start if u send her... OK..."
She leaned back against the headboard and waited.
No one spoke again.
The clock ticked louder than anyone’s heartbeat.
But poor Aditi again did mistake first time husband's mistake now wife's. She think that already he fucked
me. So she try to take revenge as she think... But she don't know already she given permission to bang her as
Gupta and Rahul's interest... But she don't know They both will do something dirty plans in their minds.
So Gupta is not a ordinary person... He is most cunning person...
But Gupta wife so beautiful as Girija oak... Her name is shailaja most beautiful and innocent....
After a hot fuck by Rahul,
The room was still thick with tension, air stale from sex and fear. Adithi sat straight-backed on the bed now,
And later two hours.. Athidi sit silently in room and cried a lot due to guilt....
Her face was composed—too composed. The earlier tears had
dried minutes ago.
Kamal remained in the armchair, wrists freshly freed but shoulders hunched. His eyes hadn’t left her since the
zip ties came off. Rahul stood near the curtains, shirt half-buttoned, silent.
Adithi look at the door " Gupta Ji Come in. I know you are looking at camera. Bring your satellite phone also".
Kamal, Rahul and Gupta three of them are shocked. Gupta thinks inside "how she knows he is waching"
Gupta came to room. Adithi didn’t look at any of them. She just sit like sharon stone sit on the movie " Basic
instinct" . She simply looked at gupta and by her eye expression she asked that satellite phone.
She called. Through out island one only satellite phone with Gupta.
And Athidi took phone and ring to Gupta's wife...
It rang twice.
Shailaja the gupta picked up, voice cautious. “Hello?”
“Shailaja, it’s Adithi.” No preamble. “You dont know about me. but Your husband is here. He’s listening. So is
mine.”
A sharp inhale on the other end. “What’s going on?”
Adithi spoke slowly, every word deliberate. “Tonight your husband trap me and and his friend Rahul bangd
me. On camera. While my husband Kamal forced to watch everything live. They enjoyed it. A lot.”
Silence stretched. Then Shailaja, quieter: “Gupta…?”
Gupta opened his mouth. Adithi cut him off without raising her voice.
“I’m not asking for an apology,” she continued. “I’m telling you what should be happens next. You’re going my
home
Right now. You’ll sit on Kamal’s lap. You will do exactly the same things what i am going to do here. Same
positions. Same camera. No condoms. No mercy. When it’s finished, every single recording—phones, cloud,
hard drives—gets deleted in front of all five of us. Then we never see each other again.”
Shailaja’s breathing was audible, fast and shallow. “You’re insane if you think—”
“You don’t have to believe me,” Adithi said. “But your husband already made Kamal watch his wife get fucked
for an hour. Kamal watched every thrust, every sound, every finish—live on video call because they wanted
him to see it all. Now Kamal wants the same courtesy. Gupta , Connect Kamal also in the phone? I know
kamal is listening, but you did somethink to his computer , so i cant hear his voice”.
Gupta did somethink in his ipad, kamal also now connected fully.
Kamal’s voice rasped, low and wrecked. “Send her.”
Adithi didn’t flinch at his words. She kept her eyes on the phone.
“Forty minutes,” she told Shailaja. “ Wear something traditional. Kamal like traidtional. And Shailaja if you
don’t go, No i know you will go. That’s enough to start.”
Gupta’s jaw tightened. “You don’t know anything about my family.”
" Gupta Ji, I know you and your wife have open relationship. She accepeted you can do whatever you want.
But she is still shy".
Gupta Asked " how do you know all these".
Adithi smiled " when i chat with kamal i have doubts. because the way of chat is not kamal. But we talk
fantasies many times. so initialy i thought kamal like this. But before i come to rahul room, i came to your
room to submit one report before 1 hour after fuck by Rahul as you both planned.
But you are in bathroom. you just called me to sit inside. suddenly i saw my
picture in your computer screen. why was wonder why my picture in your computer. Then i read all. how you
trapped me and how you humiliate kamal.
You informed shailaja also , you are going to bang me. so you mentioned she also can do whatever she wants
as you both discussed before. so i used all these situtaions gupta Ji"
Rahul shifted, uneasy for the first time.
Shailaja’s voice cracked. “Gupta ji…?”
Gupta stared at Adithi a long beat. Then he spoke into the speaker, tone flat. “Get ready. Driver’s coming.”
He ended the call himself.
Adithi set the phone down carefully, like it was a loaded weapon.
She looked at Kamal. “You’ll get your turn to hold her. Just like they made you hold still and watch me.”
Kamal nodded once, eyes glassy. Athidi again told "you have yo fuck Gupta wife shailaja as Rahul fucked me."
Adithi turned her gaze to Gupta and Rahul in turn. She made a plan to take revenge on both Gupta and Rahul..
Athidi told to both" OK Gupta if you want me now these 3 days you should send your wife ". You can do
anything you can plan..
“Until nothing else,” she said. “Clean the camera lens. We can start if u send her... OK..."
She leaned back against the headboard and waited.
No one spoke again.
The clock ticked louder than anyone’s heartbeat.
But poor Aditi again did mistake first time husband's mistake now wife's. She think that already he fucked
me. So she try to take revenge as she think... But she don't know already she given permission to bang her as
Gupta and Rahul's interest... But she don't know They both will do something dirty plans in their minds.
So Gupta is not a ordinary person... He is most cunning person...
But Gupta wife so beautiful as Girija oak... Her name is shailaja most beautiful and innocent....
21-01-2026, 09:28 PM
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Now shailaja is readying for going to kamal. Driver came near her house. Here in Island Both Gupta and Rahul
planning how they want to bang and ruin Athidi.......Athidhi has one plan and The both Gupta and Rahul have
other plans.... Let's wait....
22-01-2026, 10:24 AM
(22-01-2026, 01:05 AM)qazmlp Wrote: Seems like you want to bring the story to a climax soon...But fantastic uniquep update and more realistic that you showed Adithi not to be so naive nor Gupta to be so meticulous. Her idea of revenge also suggests she probably wants more herself.Also, once she came to know, she could have stopped then itself but she still went ahead with Rahul and bore the guilt n added excitement of putting on a special show.
Thank you very much bro...
22-01-2026, 10:26 AM
23-01-2026, 01:50 PM
23-01-2026, 01:51 PM
23-01-2026, 01:53 PM
And Update will soon. I am readying next part
But some members requesting me in pvt bang Athidi full.. these 3 days..
As requested I am making some special treatment to Athidi erotically rough..
If not pls tell so that I can change...
But some members requesting me in pvt bang Athidi full.. these 3 days..
As requested I am making some special treatment to Athidi erotically rough..
If not pls tell so that I can change...
23-01-2026, 09:42 PM
After that agreement here Athidi getting some tense in her mind. She thinks inside "what I did is it correct or
No" like Athidi thinking on that day night while sleeping. And she after some time she herself thought "yes I
did right they tricked both me and Kamal.. Now I will do him as Gupta wife went to my husband and fucked
hard by Kamal.".
Later morning she came to know that shailaja reached to Kamal in Mumbai. She enquired by Gupta's satellite
phone and she confirmed. And she told to Kamal, Kamal fuck her just 3 days now i will watch... through
laptap.... Kamal replied " yes Athidi I will fuck her as They tricks us"..
The Mumbai evening was thick with humidity, the kind that clung to skin like a lover’s breath. Shailaja
stood just inside the doorway of Kamal’s modest Bandra flat, her cotton saree already sticking lightly to the
small of her back. She was thirty-six, still carrying the soft curves of early motherhood, her eyes large and
perpetually downcast, the same eyes that had made Gupta fall in love with her twelve years ago. Tonight
those eyes flickered with something else—nervous anticipation, shame, and a thin, reluctant thread of
curiosity.
Kamal closed the door behind her with a soft click. He was the same age as her husband, average height,
average build, average in every way Gupta had mockingly described him during that drunken late-night
phone call three days ago.
“Three days, Shailaja,” Gupta had said, voice thick with whisky and something darker. “You go to his house.
You stay. You submit. Everything. I want proof. Photos. Videos. Everything.”
She hadn’t argued. She never did.
Kamal stepped closer, not touching her yet. He smelled faintly of sandalwood soap and the filter coffee he’d
been drinking all afternoon.
“You don’t have to be afraid,” he said quietly. His voice was gentler than she expected.
Shailaja swallowed. “I… I’m not afraid.”
A small lie.
He lifted a hand slowly, brushed the edge of her pallu where it dbangd over her shoulder. The silk slid an inch.
She didn’t stop him.
“May I?” he asked.
She gave the tiniest nod.
He drew the pallu away inch by inch, letting the heavy maroon fabric pool at her elbow, then her wrist, then
the floor. Underneath was a simple cream blouse, hooks straining slightly over the fullness of her breasts.
Kamal’s fingers trembled as he opened the first hook. Then the second. When the blouse parted he exhaled
audibly.
“So beautiful,” he whispered.
Shailaja’s breath hitched. No one except Gupta had ever spoken to her like that—soft, reverent.
He guided her backward until the backs of her knees met the edge of the low wooden bed. She sat. He knelt
between her legs, palms sliding up the outside of her thighs, bunching the saree higher. When he reached
the drawstring of her petticoat he paused again.
“Tell me to stop if you want,” he said.
She shook her head once. “Gupta… he wants this.”
Kamal’s jaw tightened for a second, then softened. “I’m not doing this for Gupta. I’m doing this because I’ve
wanted you since the first time I saw you at that Diwali party three years ago.”
Her eyes widened. She hadn’t known.
He tugged the drawstring. The petticoat loosened. He peeled saree and petticoat away together until she sat
in just blouse and panties, skin prickling in the air-conditioned room. Kamal leaned in and kissed the hollow
of her throat—slow, open-mouthed. Shailaja’s head tipped back on a shaky sigh.
“Mmmh…”
He smiled against her skin. “That’s it. Let me hear you.”
His mouth moved lower, kissing along the upper swell of her breast, then lower still until he reached the edge of her bra. He hooked a finger under the cup, drew it down. Her nipple was already tight, dark rose against
the creamy skin. He took it into his mouth without hurry—soft suction, then the flat of his tongue circling,
then gentle teeth.
“Ahh… Kamal…” Her voice cracked on his name, surprised at how easily it left her lips.
He groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating through her. His free hand slid between her thighs, cupping
her through the thin cotton of her panties. She was already damp. He pressed the heel of his palm against
her clit and rubbed in slow, firm circles.
Shailaja’s hips jerked. “Ohhh… oh god…”
“Feel good?” he murmured against her breast.
“Y-yes… please…”
He slipped two fingers under the leg-hole of her panties, found her slick folds, parted them gently. One finger
circled her entrance, then slid inside—slow, so slow. She clenched around him instantly.
“Haaah… deeper…” The plea surprised even her.
Kamal added a second finger, curling them upward, searching. When he found that spongy spot inside she
cried out sharply.
“Aaah! There—there—!”
He kept the angle, stroking steadily while his thumb found her clit
again. His mouth returned to hers now, kissing her deeply, swallowing
every little whimper and gasp. Shailaja’s hands finally moved—
clutching his shoulders, then sliding into his hair, holding him against
her mouth.
She came like that—sudden, shuddering, thighs clamping around his
wrist, a long broken moan tearing from her throat.
“Aaahhh… Kamal… ohhh… I’m… I’m coming…!”
He didn’t stop until the last tremor left her.
When she sagged back onto the bed he stripped quickly—shirt,
trousers, briefs. His cock sprang free—average length, but thick, the
head flushed dark. Shailaja stared, cheeks burning. It looked… honest.
Not intimidating like Gupta’s long, thin shaft that always made her
feel stretched too far.
Kamal climbed over her, settling between her thighs. He rubbed the
head of himself along her slit, coating himself in her wetness.
“Ready?” he asked, voice rough now.
She nodded, biting her lip.
No" like Athidi thinking on that day night while sleeping. And she after some time she herself thought "yes I
did right they tricked both me and Kamal.. Now I will do him as Gupta wife went to my husband and fucked
hard by Kamal.".
Later morning she came to know that shailaja reached to Kamal in Mumbai. She enquired by Gupta's satellite
phone and she confirmed. And she told to Kamal, Kamal fuck her just 3 days now i will watch... through
laptap.... Kamal replied " yes Athidi I will fuck her as They tricks us"..
The Mumbai evening was thick with humidity, the kind that clung to skin like a lover’s breath. Shailaja
stood just inside the doorway of Kamal’s modest Bandra flat, her cotton saree already sticking lightly to the
small of her back. She was thirty-six, still carrying the soft curves of early motherhood, her eyes large and
perpetually downcast, the same eyes that had made Gupta fall in love with her twelve years ago. Tonight
those eyes flickered with something else—nervous anticipation, shame, and a thin, reluctant thread of
curiosity.
Kamal closed the door behind her with a soft click. He was the same age as her husband, average height,
average build, average in every way Gupta had mockingly described him during that drunken late-night
phone call three days ago.
“Three days, Shailaja,” Gupta had said, voice thick with whisky and something darker. “You go to his house.
You stay. You submit. Everything. I want proof. Photos. Videos. Everything.”
She hadn’t argued. She never did.
Kamal stepped closer, not touching her yet. He smelled faintly of sandalwood soap and the filter coffee he’d
been drinking all afternoon.
“You don’t have to be afraid,” he said quietly. His voice was gentler than she expected.
Shailaja swallowed. “I… I’m not afraid.”
A small lie.
He lifted a hand slowly, brushed the edge of her pallu where it dbangd over her shoulder. The silk slid an inch.
She didn’t stop him.
“May I?” he asked.
She gave the tiniest nod.
He drew the pallu away inch by inch, letting the heavy maroon fabric pool at her elbow, then her wrist, then
the floor. Underneath was a simple cream blouse, hooks straining slightly over the fullness of her breasts.
Kamal’s fingers trembled as he opened the first hook. Then the second. When the blouse parted he exhaled
audibly.
“So beautiful,” he whispered.
Shailaja’s breath hitched. No one except Gupta had ever spoken to her like that—soft, reverent.
He guided her backward until the backs of her knees met the edge of the low wooden bed. She sat. He knelt
between her legs, palms sliding up the outside of her thighs, bunching the saree higher. When he reached
the drawstring of her petticoat he paused again.
“Tell me to stop if you want,” he said.
She shook her head once. “Gupta… he wants this.”
Kamal’s jaw tightened for a second, then softened. “I’m not doing this for Gupta. I’m doing this because I’ve
wanted you since the first time I saw you at that Diwali party three years ago.”
Her eyes widened. She hadn’t known.
He tugged the drawstring. The petticoat loosened. He peeled saree and petticoat away together until she sat
in just blouse and panties, skin prickling in the air-conditioned room. Kamal leaned in and kissed the hollow
of her throat—slow, open-mouthed. Shailaja’s head tipped back on a shaky sigh.
“Mmmh…”
He smiled against her skin. “That’s it. Let me hear you.”
His mouth moved lower, kissing along the upper swell of her breast, then lower still until he reached the edge of her bra. He hooked a finger under the cup, drew it down. Her nipple was already tight, dark rose against
the creamy skin. He took it into his mouth without hurry—soft suction, then the flat of his tongue circling,
then gentle teeth.
“Ahh… Kamal…” Her voice cracked on his name, surprised at how easily it left her lips.
He groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating through her. His free hand slid between her thighs, cupping
her through the thin cotton of her panties. She was already damp. He pressed the heel of his palm against
her clit and rubbed in slow, firm circles.
Shailaja’s hips jerked. “Ohhh… oh god…”
“Feel good?” he murmured against her breast.
“Y-yes… please…”
He slipped two fingers under the leg-hole of her panties, found her slick folds, parted them gently. One finger
circled her entrance, then slid inside—slow, so slow. She clenched around him instantly.
“Haaah… deeper…” The plea surprised even her.
Kamal added a second finger, curling them upward, searching. When he found that spongy spot inside she
cried out sharply.
“Aaah! There—there—!”
He kept the angle, stroking steadily while his thumb found her clit
again. His mouth returned to hers now, kissing her deeply, swallowing
every little whimper and gasp. Shailaja’s hands finally moved—
clutching his shoulders, then sliding into his hair, holding him against
her mouth.
She came like that—sudden, shuddering, thighs clamping around his
wrist, a long broken moan tearing from her throat.
“Aaahhh… Kamal… ohhh… I’m… I’m coming…!”
He didn’t stop until the last tremor left her.
When she sagged back onto the bed he stripped quickly—shirt,
trousers, briefs. His cock sprang free—average length, but thick, the
head flushed dark. Shailaja stared, cheeks burning. It looked… honest.
Not intimidating like Gupta’s long, thin shaft that always made her
feel stretched too far.
Kamal climbed over her, settling between her thighs. He rubbed the
head of himself along her slit, coating himself in her wetness.
“Ready?” he asked, voice rough now.
She nodded, biting her lip.
23-01-2026, 09:46 PM
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23-01-2026, 09:55 PM
Shailaja lay on her back now, knees drawn up, feet planted wide on the mattress. Kamal knelt between her
thighs, both hands braced beside her shoulders, cock buried to the root inside her again—thicker than she
remembered from the first round, slick with their combined release.
He hadn’t pulled out fully since she’d come the second time. Instead he stayed deep, grinding in slow,
punishing circles, letting her feel every inch stretch her open again and again.
Shailaja’s palms pressed flat against his chest, fingers splayed, nails leaving faint red crescents.
“Kamal…” Her voice was already frayed.
He dipped his head, lips brushing her earlobe. “Louder this time. I want to hear exactly how much you need
it.”
He withdrew halfway—slow—then slammed back in with a wet smack that echoed off the walls.
Shailaja’s entire body jolted.
“AAHHHNNN!”
The sound ripped out of her—high, raw, almost surprised.
Kamal grinned against her throat. “That’s it.”
He did it again: long, deliberate pull-out, then hard, deep thrust.
“OHHHH… FUCK… KAMAL…!”
Her voice cracked on the curse—she almost never swore—and the shame of it only made her wetter.
He picked up rhythm now—steady, forceful strokes that made the wooden bedframe creak in protest. Each
time he bottomed out her cervix kissed the blunt head of him and her walls spasmed hard.
“HAAAANNN… YESSS… DEEPER… PLEASE… DEEPER…!”
She was louder now, shameless, head thrown back, throat working around the moans that kept pouring out.
Kamal hooked one of her legs over his shoulder, opening her wider. The new angle let him grind against that
swollen front wall with every plunge.
“AAAIEEE… THERE… RIGHT THERE… OH GOD… OH GOD… KAMAL…!”
Her fingers clawed at the sheets, then at his back, leaving long red trails. Sweat beaded between her breasts;
he bent and licked it off in one long stripe before capturing a nipple between his teeth—gentle bite, then hard
suck.
“MMMMMHHHH… SUCK IT… HARDER… HAAAHHH…!”
She was babbling now, sentences dissolving into pure sound.
He switched to short, brutal jabs—fast, shallow, battering that same spot over and over.
Shailaja’s moans turned into sharp, staccato cries.
“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! YES—YES—YES—DON’T STOP—DON’T—HAAAAAANNN!”
Her thighs began to tremble violently. She tried to close them but he held her open, hips snapping
relentlessly.
“I’m— I’m— ohhh fuck I’m coming again— KAMAL—!”
This orgasm hit different—deeper, more violent. Her whole pelvis lifted off the bed, inner muscles clamping
down so hard he groaned like he’d been punched.
“FUCK… Shailaja… so tight… squeezing me…”
“AAAAAHHHHHHHH… COMING… COMING SO HARD… OH MY GOD… KAMALLLL…!”
Her voice broke into a long, keening wail that seemed to go on forever—shaking, desperate, almost sobbing
with pleasure. Her nails dug into his shoulders; she bit her own lip until she tasted copper.
He didn’t let up.
Through the aftershocks he kept fucking her—long, punishing strokes now, dragging out every last flutter.
“Again,” he rasped. “Give me one more. I know you can.”
She shook her head frantically even as her hips rolled up to meet him. “I can’t… too much… too—
HNNNGGGHHH…!”
But he changed the rhythm—slow, grinding rolls of his hips, pubic bone pressing directly on her oversensitive
clit with every circle.
Her eyes rolled back.
“Oooooohhhhhhh… no… no… yes… YES… AGAIN… IT’S COMING AGAIN…!”
This one built slower but hit like a freight train.
She screamed—full-throated, uninhibited.
“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH… FUCK… FUCK… KAMAL… I’M— I’M— COMIIIIINGGGG…!”
Her body locked, back arched so sharply only her shoulders and heels touched the mattress. A gush of
wetness soaked them both; she squirted in short, helpless pulses around his cock as she convulsed.
Kamal finally lost control.
“Shailaja— fuck— coming— inside you—”
He slammed deep one last time, hips jerking erratically as he emptied himself in thick, hot spurts. His groan
was low and guttural, almost pained.
“Nnngghhh… Shailaja… take it… all of it…”
They collapsed together, trembling, gasping. Her leg was still hooked over his shoulder; he gently lowered it,
staying inside her while their breathing slowly synced.
Shailaja’s voice, when it finally returned, was hoarse and small.
“I… I’ve never… screamed like that…”
Kamal kissed the corner of her mouth, then her temple, then the salty skin beneath her eye.
“You were perfect,” he murmured. “Every sound. Every shake.”
She turned her face into his neck, hiding the shy, dazed smile that bloomed there.
Outside, Mumbai hummed on—honks, distant laughter, life that didn’t know what had just happened in this
small Bandra bedroom.
Inside, two days still remained.
And Shailaja already knew she would beg for more.
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thighs, both hands braced beside her shoulders, cock buried to the root inside her again—thicker than she
remembered from the first round, slick with their combined release.
He hadn’t pulled out fully since she’d come the second time. Instead he stayed deep, grinding in slow,
punishing circles, letting her feel every inch stretch her open again and again.
Shailaja’s palms pressed flat against his chest, fingers splayed, nails leaving faint red crescents.
“Kamal…” Her voice was already frayed.
He dipped his head, lips brushing her earlobe. “Louder this time. I want to hear exactly how much you need
it.”
He withdrew halfway—slow—then slammed back in with a wet smack that echoed off the walls.
Shailaja’s entire body jolted.
“AAHHHNNN!”
The sound ripped out of her—high, raw, almost surprised.
Kamal grinned against her throat. “That’s it.”
He did it again: long, deliberate pull-out, then hard, deep thrust.
“OHHHH… FUCK… KAMAL…!”
Her voice cracked on the curse—she almost never swore—and the shame of it only made her wetter.
He picked up rhythm now—steady, forceful strokes that made the wooden bedframe creak in protest. Each
time he bottomed out her cervix kissed the blunt head of him and her walls spasmed hard.
“HAAAANNN… YESSS… DEEPER… PLEASE… DEEPER…!”
She was louder now, shameless, head thrown back, throat working around the moans that kept pouring out.
Kamal hooked one of her legs over his shoulder, opening her wider. The new angle let him grind against that
swollen front wall with every plunge.
“AAAIEEE… THERE… RIGHT THERE… OH GOD… OH GOD… KAMAL…!”
Her fingers clawed at the sheets, then at his back, leaving long red trails. Sweat beaded between her breasts;
he bent and licked it off in one long stripe before capturing a nipple between his teeth—gentle bite, then hard
suck.
“MMMMMHHHH… SUCK IT… HARDER… HAAAHHH…!”
She was babbling now, sentences dissolving into pure sound.
He switched to short, brutal jabs—fast, shallow, battering that same spot over and over.
Shailaja’s moans turned into sharp, staccato cries.
“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! YES—YES—YES—DON’T STOP—DON’T—HAAAAAANNN!”
Her thighs began to tremble violently. She tried to close them but he held her open, hips snapping
relentlessly.
“I’m— I’m— ohhh fuck I’m coming again— KAMAL—!”
This orgasm hit different—deeper, more violent. Her whole pelvis lifted off the bed, inner muscles clamping
down so hard he groaned like he’d been punched.
“FUCK… Shailaja… so tight… squeezing me…”
“AAAAAHHHHHHHH… COMING… COMING SO HARD… OH MY GOD… KAMALLLL…!”
Her voice broke into a long, keening wail that seemed to go on forever—shaking, desperate, almost sobbing
with pleasure. Her nails dug into his shoulders; she bit her own lip until she tasted copper.
He didn’t let up.
Through the aftershocks he kept fucking her—long, punishing strokes now, dragging out every last flutter.
“Again,” he rasped. “Give me one more. I know you can.”
She shook her head frantically even as her hips rolled up to meet him. “I can’t… too much… too—
HNNNGGGHHH…!”
But he changed the rhythm—slow, grinding rolls of his hips, pubic bone pressing directly on her oversensitive
clit with every circle.
Her eyes rolled back.
“Oooooohhhhhhh… no… no… yes… YES… AGAIN… IT’S COMING AGAIN…!”
This one built slower but hit like a freight train.
She screamed—full-throated, uninhibited.
“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH… FUCK… FUCK… KAMAL… I’M— I’M— COMIIIIINGGGG…!”
Her body locked, back arched so sharply only her shoulders and heels touched the mattress. A gush of
wetness soaked them both; she squirted in short, helpless pulses around his cock as she convulsed.
Kamal finally lost control.
“Shailaja— fuck— coming— inside you—”
He slammed deep one last time, hips jerking erratically as he emptied himself in thick, hot spurts. His groan
was low and guttural, almost pained.
“Nnngghhh… Shailaja… take it… all of it…”
They collapsed together, trembling, gasping. Her leg was still hooked over his shoulder; he gently lowered it,
staying inside her while their breathing slowly synced.
Shailaja’s voice, when it finally returned, was hoarse and small.
“I… I’ve never… screamed like that…”
Kamal kissed the corner of her mouth, then her temple, then the salty skin beneath her eye.
“You were perfect,” he murmured. “Every sound. Every shake.”
She turned her face into his neck, hiding the shy, dazed smile that bloomed there.
Outside, Mumbai hummed on—honks, distant laughter, life that didn’t know what had just happened in this
small Bandra bedroom.
Inside, two days still remained.
And Shailaja already knew she would beg for more.
23-01-2026, 10:13 PM
And after 3 days of heavy romance there in shailaja with kamal. Both enjoyed a lot... Hot erotically..
One day later Kamal is working in his office stuff. Then his laptap blinked...
He just checked there and opened a big long 6 Gb video appeared. On the opening Day 1 title appeared. His tension
grew and his hands shakes..
Kamal thought what is this and he immediately opened that video... A scene is appreaed. His jaw dropped
By watching that video..
Athidi appeared by her eyes blindfolded with black cloth and her hands just above raised and handcuffed..
Both Gupta and Rahul lift her legs either side with each hand and finger fucking her rapidly... Her moans
biggerly moaning crying sound is echoing and her cunt juices flowing through Gupta's hands... Only sounds
coming from Athidi haaaa.. Uffffff... Nooooo.... I.... Canttt..... Ohhhhaaaaaa... Haaaa a..... Nooooo her moans ech...
But juices are flowing from her hot cunt.
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One day later Kamal is working in his office stuff. Then his laptap blinked...
He just checked there and opened a big long 6 Gb video appeared. On the opening Day 1 title appeared. His tension
grew and his hands shakes..
Kamal thought what is this and he immediately opened that video... A scene is appreaed. His jaw dropped
By watching that video..
Athidi appeared by her eyes blindfolded with black cloth and her hands just above raised and handcuffed..
Both Gupta and Rahul lift her legs either side with each hand and finger fucking her rapidly... Her moans
biggerly moaning crying sound is echoing and her cunt juices flowing through Gupta's hands... Only sounds
coming from Athidi haaaa.. Uffffff... Nooooo.... I.... Canttt..... Ohhhhaaaaaa... Haaaa a..... Nooooo her moans ech...
But juices are flowing from her hot cunt.
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