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he beamed happily “Nah, nope, she is not my sister, she has since long become my object of lust,” He took a step towards Mahira and pulled the saree fabric covering her chest, revealing her blouse and petticoat to everyone's eye, the gap between them exposed her milky fair creamy soft skin on stomach and navel as Navin touched his hand across it, feeling her skin, grabbing a chunk of her skin in his palm and squeezing it in a lewd manner Mahira felt disgusted and forced herself to not drift into sleep, collecting all her might to fight them, realisation dawned upon her now when she understood the meaning of the titles of those movies, they were porn films and now these jerks wanted to make h

Singhania Mansion Mumbai, India Sanjana's POV: After our lovemaking, I am lying in Akshay's arms. He is in deep thoughts as he caress my back. "What are you thinking about?" I interrogated though I am fully satiated my curiosity not so much. "You have to know everything, don't you?" He teased while pinching my side breast. I squealed at his sudden attack. "Tell me." I demanded while holding his hand in order to prevent him from any tricks.

‘You’re so good at that,’ she’d pant, and I’d glance up to see my girlfriend looking down at me, her big brown eyes half-shut with pleasure, her cheeks flushed pleasantly. ‘I love to make you feel good, baby,’ I’d murmur into her pussy. Fucking her harder with my fingers. Some nights, we’d get out the vibrators and strap-ons, but not tonight—tonight, I wanted to go bananas on my hot, submissive, Indian lover all on my own steam. Kali wasn’t my first girlfriend, but I was hers. Before me, she had only dated men. We had met at the party of a mutual college friend, got drunk, and ended up kissing ... and that was history.

The only thing I could feel was pleasure, the kind that made me want to throw my head back and yell his name. Their names… With my shirt gone, my nipples were poking through the lace of my bra. They were hard and my legs were trembling. In no time, even my bra was gone. The whiff of air on my bare skin made me shiver. Thumbs caressed my breasts, rubbing every spot like it was some delicate treasure. Adrian didn't stop kissing me. It was like he was holding desperately onto a lifeline, savoring my lips like a starving man. I could tell apart his touch from that of his brother's even with my eyes closed. Adrian's hands felt familiar, unhurried. Even now he moved with that careful certainty tha

“You’re too fucking sexy to be here alone. Come with me.” I follow him without hesitation, my heart racing. The restroom door locks behind us. The second it clicks, he pushes me against the wall and kisses me hungrily. His tongue dominates mine as his hands roam my body — squeezing my full tits through the thin dress, pinching my hard nipples until I moan into his mouth. He drops to his knees right there on the dirty floor, yanking my thong aside. “Such a pretty little Indian pussy,” he growls, spreading my lips with his thumbs. “Already dripping for a stranger.”

"Insatiable." "Only for you." It was true, which terrified him. His sexual appetite had always been moderate, controlled. With Sienna, he felt like a man drowning. She turned in his arms, handing him a mug of coffee. "We need to talk about this," she said, but her hands were stroking his forearms, her eyes dark with want. "We can't just—"

The silk sheets felt cool and luxurious against my heated skin. I got on all fours, just like I had imagined so many times while listening to him. I pulled my nightdress up to my waist, exposing myself completely to the empty room. “F-fuck…” I whispered, pushing two fingers inside my dripping cunt. I closed my eyes and pictured him behind me. “I’ll be your good girl, Master…” I moaned softly, pumping my fingers faster as I remembered the way he had praised that other woman. “Please… fill me up,” I whimpered, adding a third finger. “Treat me like just a hole, Master…”

The dual sensation made my back arch. Tasha in turn lifted her head and grinned at Belle, then leaned across me to kiss her. Their tongues met above my face with a loud sloppy sound, while their hands kept working my body. Tasha broke the kiss with Belle and dropped back down between my legs. She licked a long stripe up my pussy, tasting the mess we'd made together, then sucked my clit hard again. Her two Fingers pushed back inside me, curling against my upper wall and pumping hard while her tongue flicked my clit fast. Belle turned my face to her once more, kissing me deep while her hand returned to my throat.

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3