Waves of ecstasy built inside her, emotions flooding—guilt for betraying societal norms, but overwhelmed by the sheer joy of liberation, her body alive with fire. She came hard, her thighs clamping around his head like a vice, her juices coating his chin and lips in a sticky flood, her screams echoing off the walls as tremors ripped through her.
But she wasn’t sated; hunger burned brighter. She yanked him up by his hair, her eyes wild with lust, ripping his jeans open with frantic hands, freeing his cock—thick, veined, throbbing angrily, precum beading at the tip like dew. “Fuck me now, you cocky prick,” she begged, wrapping her legs around his waist as he lifted her effortlessly, pinning her against the wall once more.
He slammed into her with one savage thrust, burying himself balls-deep in her tight, velvet heat, her pussy gripping him like a greedy fist. “Goddamn, you’re so fucking tight, squeezing my dick like you own it,” he groaned, pounding into her with relentless force, the wall shaking with each brutal impact, their bodies slapping together in a wet, rhythmic symphony. Akariti’s nails raked down his back, drawing blood that trickled warmly, her screams a mix of pain and bliss. “Harder, you fucker—break me, ruin my cunt!” Emotions surged: love for this forbidden connection, lust that erased all boundaries, tears mixing with sweat as she came again, her walls pulsing around him, milking him dry. He exploded inside her, ropes of hot cum filling her depths, their cries merging in a primal roar, collapsing in a heap of tangled limbs, hearts racing with the afterglow of ecstasy and the faint sting of taboo.
In Sonam’s Room with Vivek
Sonam waited like a temptress in heat, her dress long discarded, her body bare except for a flimsy thong that did nothing to hide her arousal—juices trickling down her thighs. “Vivek,” she purred, her voice a velvet caress dripping with sin, crawling onto the bed on all fours, ass high in the air, presenting herself like an offering. “Fuck me like you own me—make me your dirty whore tonight.”
Vivek’s control shattered like glass, a torrent of emotions crashing over him: protective brotherly love twisted into raw possession, guilt fueling the fire rather than quenching it. He grabbed her hips with bruising force, flipping her onto her back, tearing the thong away in one violent yank, exposing her glistening pussy—pink folds swollen, clit pulsing with desperate need. He spread her thighs wide, rough hands pinning them down, his tongue diving in like a conqueror, licking and sucking her folds with voracious hunger, probing her entrance, flicking her clit until she writhed and bucked. “Oh, fuck, Vivek… right there, you fucking god—devour my cunt!” she moaned, her hands gripping the sheets, knuckles white, tears of overwhelming sensation streaming down her cheeks.
She screamed as orgasm tore through her, body shaking violently, squirting lightly onto his tongue, but her lust only grew, a wildfire of emotions—yearning for connection, shame at the incestuous edge, pure bliss in surrender. She pushed him onto the bed with surprising strength, straddling him, her hands ripping his pants open, his cock springing free—massive, hard as steel, veins bulging like rivers of fire. She smirked wickedly, stroking it slow and teasing, her thumb circling the head smeared with precum. “You’re gonna fuck me senseless with this monster cock,” she declared, guiding him to her entrance and sinking down, impaling herself inch by inch until he filled her completely.