She rode him like a wild stallion, hips slamming down with ferocious rhythm, taking him deep, her breasts bouncing hypnotically. “Fuck, you’re huge—stretching my pussy so good,” she moaned, her nails digging into his chest, carving red crescents that made him growl. Vivek grabbed her ass, spanking her hard, the sharp crack echoing, leaving red handprints that burned deliciously. “Again, you fuck—spank your slut harder!” she begged, and he obliged, his slaps alternating with thrusts upward, emotions raw: dominance mixed with tenderness, lust erasing all rational thought.
But Vivek craved more control, his primal instincts surging. He sat up abruptly, wrapping his strong arms around her waist, lifting Sonam effortlessly into his lap as she gasped in surprise and delight. Her legs draped over his thighs, her wet pussy hovering just above his throbbing cock, which stood erect like a spear ready to impale. “You want to fly, you filthy bitch? I’ll fuck you in the air until you scream for mercy,” he growled, his voice thick with possessive lust, eyes locked on hers—dark pools of forbidden desire mirroring her own twisted hunger.
With one powerful motion, he lowered her onto his shaft, her slick pussy engulfing him completely, the sensation sending shockwaves through both of them. Sonam threw her head back, a guttural moan escaping her lips as he filled her to the hilt. “Oh god, yes—fuck me like this, you beast!” she cried, her arms wrapping around his neck for support, nails digging into his shoulders. Vivek’s muscles flexed, holding her weight easily as he began thrusting upward, bouncing her on his cock in mid-air, her body weightless in his grip, every slam driving him deeper into her core. The room filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping skin, her juices dripping down his balls, coating them in her essence. “Your cunt’s gripping me so tight, Sonam—milking my dick like a desperate whore,” he snarled, his free hand slapping her ass cheeks alternately, the stings heightening her pleasure, making her clench around him harder.
Emotions swirled in a vortex: the thrill of vulnerability in his arms, the taboo rush of being so exposed and claimed, love and lust intertwining in a forbidden dance. She ground down on him with each bounce, her clit rubbing against his pelvis, building another orgasm. “Don’t stop—pound my pussy, make me cum all over your cock!” she demanded, her voice breaking into sobs of ecstasy.
Vivek wasn’t done exploring her body; his hunger demanded every hole. He lifted her higher, sliding out of her pussy with a wet pop, only to position the head of his cock at her tight, puckered asshole. “Time to claim this ass, you naughty slut—beg for it,” he commanded, rubbing the tip against her entrance, slick with her own juices. Sonam’s eyes widened with a mix of fear and excitement, her body trembling. “Please, Vivek—fuck my ass, stretch it wide with your huge dick!” she pleaded, her voice raw with need.
He pushed in slowly at first, inch by inch, her ass resisting then yielding, the tight ring gripping him like a vice, sending bolts of pleasure-pain through her. “Fuck, your ass is even tighter—taking me like a good girl,” he groaned, once fully seated, beginning to thrust, lifting and dropping her in the air again, her body suspended on his cock. Sonam screamed, the fullness overwhelming, tears streaming as waves of intense sensation crashed over her—burning stretch turning to euphoric bliss. “Yes, yes—ram my asshole, you dirty fucker! Deeper!” she wailed, one hand reaching down to rub her clit furiously, her pussy dripping onto the floor below.