PURNIMA KHARB SHERAWATย
(The Anti- Heroine)
PURNIMA KHARB SHERAWATย
(The Anti- Heroine)
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Sexual fantasies' of married couple.



"Please, sir," she gasped, her words coming out in broken sentences. "I'm yours. Use me. Fuck me. Harder. ahhhhh....ummm...." Samrath's eyes narrowed, his desire reaching a fever pitch. He increased the pace, his thrusts becoming more brutal, more relentless. Tara's screams filled the room, her body taking the brutal pounding with a mix of pain and ecstasy. "Bohot tight chut hai teri chinaaal. ahhhh....madharchaod. You're so fucking tight, you little slut," he growled, his voice hoarse with lust. "I'm going to make you mine. Completely. ahhhhhh.....fuck " With a final, savage thrust, he pushed the dildo to the hilt, holding it there as Tara's body convulsed around it. Her screams turned to sobs, her eyes squeezed shut, and her body shuddered with the force of her orgasm. "Oh, God," she moaned, her voice hoarse. "I'm yours. I'm yours, sir." Samrath's eyes gleamed with victory. He slowly withdrew the dildo, leaving Tara's ass gaping and wet. With a rough movement, he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her feet, positioning her over his erect cock. "Now, whore," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "It's time for the real thing." Tara's eyes widened as she felt the head of his cock press against her pussy. She moaned, her body craving the invasion. Samrath thrust forward, pushing his cock deep into her wet heat. "Oh, fuck," she gasped, her eyes rolling back as pleasure overwhelmed her. "Yes, sir. Harder." Samrath's eyes narrowed, his desire burning bright. He grabbed her hips, pulling her onto his cock, each thrust sending her body bouncing off his desk. Tara's moans filled the room, her body taking the brutal fucking with a mixture of pain and pleasure. "Teri chut kitni tight hai tara. (You're so fucking tight, Tara,)" he growled, his voice hoarse. "I'm going to make you loose your tight choot."



ย "Sir... it hurts... please, slower," she begged, her voice muffled against the floor, yet she didn't fight harder. Ambition warred with sensation; becoming Mrs. Thakur meant enduring this, turning his lust into her leverage. "Haaahhhhh...."He laughed cruelly, leaning down to bite her shoulder, marking her skin with his teeth. "Hurts? Good. That's what sluts like you deserve. Cry for me, beg me to stop while your body betrays you." His thrusts grew rhythmic, each one burying him to the hilt, his balls slapping against her. "Ahhhh....." Abhimaan's body was a machine of desireโmuscles corded and taut, cock iron-hard and unrelenting, every nerve alight with the thrill of dominance. The tightness squeezed him mercilessly, building pressure in his core that threatened to erupt. "More... degrade me more, sir," Aayat whimpered, surprising even herself as her hips began to rock back tentatively. The pain ebbed into a deep, throbbing fullness, her ass adjusting, sending sparks of forbidden bliss through her veins.ย

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