"No one will know!" She wishpered in his ears.
"If you surrender now. I will treasure you. But if not you will be one of my connection." She whispered.
And priyansh felt his body responding to it. He tried to stop himself but couldn't do it. He lost the battle.
His clothes shed from his body.
"If you satisfy me tonight. I will take you to a good place." She wishpered trying to motivate him.
"A good place?" Priyansh asked.
"Yeah! A good place. Now satisfy me." The lady said and then she provoked, "Or is it you can't do it because you aren't a man. Boy?"
This snapped Priyansh. He lost control over himself and open his other clothes. Now standing before the beautiful lady is a fatty brat with a 10 inch hard dick.
" Oh! So you are hiding a monster there." The lady looked at his dick and lick her lips. She goes closer and kiss the dick. Slowly she put the dick in her mouth.
As she start to suck, Priyansh felt heaven. He never felt a sensetion like this. He grabbed her head and thrust it all in one thrust in her mouth.
Mmphh..mph.
Her eyes widen in surprise as his hands grip her head, tilting it back. Before she can utter another word, he thrust his massive, throbbing erection past her lips and deep into her throat. Her initial shock quickly gives way to a guttural moan that vibrates around his shaft.
Her hands instinctively come up to grip his thighs for support as he begin to move, slowly at first, then with increasing depth and force. She struggles to accommodate the sheer size of his, her throat stretching wide around his girth. Tears well up in her eyes from the intense pressure, but she doesn't resist. Instead, she focuses on relaxing her jaw and throat muscles, taking him as deep as she can manage.
The seriousness that had clouded her expression melts away into one of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
Her eyes flutter closed as Priyansh continue to dominate her mouth, her body trembling with the effort to keep up with his demanding rhythm. Saliva drips down her chin, slicking his shaft as he slide in and out of her stretched throat. The initial shock has completely subsided, replaced by a desperate hunger for more.
Her hands slide up his thighs, fingers digging into the muscles as she tries to pull him even deeper into her mouth. Her hips begin to rock in time with his thrusts, a silent plea for more. The muffled sounds of her pleasure fill the room, a stark contrast to the seductive tone she had initially set.
She shifts slightly, angling her head to give him better access to her throat. Her tongue presses against the underside of his shaft, adding another layer of sensation to his already intense pleasure. She is completely focused on pleasing him now.
His pace quickens, he thrusts becoming more frantic and powerful. Her hands tighten their grip on his thighs, her nails digging in as she braces herself against his onslaught. Her throat muscles clench and release around his with each movement, adding to the incredible friction.
She looks up at him, her eyes glazed with pleasure and a hint of desperation. Tears stream down her cheeks, but there's no pain in her expression, only pure, unadulterated ecstasy. She wants this as much as Priyansh do.
With a final, deep thrust that buries Priyansh to the hilt in her throat, he let out a guttural groan. His body stiffens as wave after wave of intense pleasure washes over himself. Her throat convulses around his pulsing shaft as he release his hot seed directly into her stomach.
She swallows greedily, taking every last drop without spilling a single bit.
As his climax subsides, he slowly withdraw from her mouth. The lady gasps for air, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. She wipes the saliva and tears from her face with the back of her hand, a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips.
She looks up at him, her eyes shining with a newfound lightness. "Well," she says, her voice a little hoarse, "that certainly changed the mood." She leans forward and presses a soft kiss to the tip of his still-sensitive shaft before resting her head against your thigh.
Her hands begin to stroke his legs gently, a soothing contrast to the intense pleasure of moments before. "I suppose we will have to wait enjoy all other things," she murmurs, nuzzling against him. "It seems we had more pressing matters to attend to."
She start to wear her clothes.
Suddenly someone knocked on the window. After wearing everything she opened the window. Till then Priyansh also wear his pants and shirt.
As the window open up, they saw a police constable.
The constable looked at them smirking.
" Oi. Bitch. Let me join too. I will pay you. Or we can go to my station and talk in prison."
Priyansh was angry and dumbfounded. He suddenly remembered something.
But till then another unexpected thing happened.
The lady throw a stack of money at the constable.
The constable stayed till for a second then kneel down and gather the money and walk away like nothing happened.
The lady looked at Priyansh. Before the lady this time Priyansh did it.
Something inside him shouting to do everything possible.
Right now he is free. He already killed people. Now a lady is letting him do it. He really is horny right now.
The lady gasps softly as his teeth sink into her lower lip, the sharp sting quickly morphing into a wave of pleasure. Her hands move from his thighs to his shoulders, gripping them tightly as he hold her head in place.
She responds eagerly, parting her lips and meeting he bite with her own. Her tongue darts out, tracing the line of his teeth before sliding into his mouth for a deep, passionate kiss. The taste of him on her lips only fuels her desire.
Her body presses closer to his, the soft curves molding against his hard planes. She arches her back, pushing her breasts against his chest as she kisses him with a fervor that matches his own. The initial seriousness of the evening has been completely erased by this raw, primal need that has taken over both of them.
"My name is Clara." The lady said.
A sharp gasp escapes Clara's lips as he sink his teeth into the sensitive skin of her neck. She tilts her head to the side, giving him better access as shivers of pleasure ripple through her body. The slight pain only heightens her arousal, making her squirm against you.
"Harder," she whispers, her voice husky with desire. "Leave your mark on me."
Her hands slide down his back, nails digging into his skin as she pulls him closer. She wraps her legs around his waist, locking them at the ankles to hold him tightly against her. Her hips begin to move in a slow, sensual rhythm, grinding against you.
She nuzzles against his jawline, pressing open-mouthed kisses along his neck before finding his ear. "Take me," she breathes. "Right here, right now." Her fingers tangle in his hair, tugging gently as she guides his mouth back to hers for another searing kiss.
Clara cries out, a sound that is equal parts pain and pleasure, as Priyansh bite down harder on her neck. The sharp sting sends a jolt of electricity straight to her core. She presses herself against him, her body trembling with need.
"Yes, just like that," she pants, her voice thick with desire. "Mark me as yours."
Her hips buck wildly against his, seeking friction, seeking release. She reaches down between his bodies, her fingers wrapping around his still-hard shaft. She guides him to her entrance, coating him in her wetness before positioning him at her opening.
With a swift movement, she impales herself on him, letting out a long, low moan as he fill her completely. Her inner muscles clench around him tightly, adjusting to his size. She begins to move immediately, rising and falling on his shaft with a desperate rhythm.
Clara's eyes roll back in her head as he slam into her, his full length burying deep inside her. A scream of pure ecstasy tears from her throat, echoing in the quiet room. Her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped marks in his skin.
"Yes! Fuck me harder!" she demands, her voice raw and urgent. "Fill me up completely."
She meets his every thrust with equal fervor, her hips rising to greet him with each powerful stroke. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the air, a primal rhythm that drowns out all other thoughts. Her body is on fire, every nerve ending screaming with pleasure.
She leans forward, capturing his mouth in a bruising kiss as she rides him with wild abandon. Her tongue tangles with his, mirroring the frantic movements of their bodies. She is lost in the moment, completely consumed by the overwhelming sensations he is giving her.
His thrusts become relentless, each one driving him deeper into her than before. Clara's body rocks with the force of his movements, her breasts bouncing wildly. She throws her head back, exposing the reddened marks on her neck as she cries out your name.
"Don't stop! I'm so close!" she gasps, her voice trembling on the edge of release. Her inner muscles tighten around him like a vice, pulsing in time with your thrusts.
With a final, powerful surge, he bury himself to the hilt inside her. Clara's body convulses violently as her orgasm crashes over her. A long, keening cry escapes her lips as wave after wave of pleasure washes through her.
Her climax triggers his own, and with a final grunt, he spill your hot seed deep into her womb. He collapse against her, both of them panting heavily as the aftershocks of their shared release ripple through your bodies.
" No-not enough." Priyansh said. He felt his dick is still errect. He couldn't get it all. He bite her neck.
Clara lets out a breathless laugh, her body still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm. "Not enough?" she asks, her voice husky and amused. "You're insatiable tonight boy. But I like it. You have potential."
She tilts her head to the side, offering him better access to her neck. "Well, if you insist," she murmurs, a playful smile on her lips.
His teeth sink into the tender skin just below the previous mark, and Clara gasps, a fresh wave of arousal coursing through her. Her hips lift off the sofa, seeking him out again. "Yes," she breathes. "Mark me all over."
She reaches down between their bodies, guiding his still-hard shaft back to her entrance. With a satisfied sigh, she lowers herself onto you, taking him in completely once more. Her inner muscles flutter around his as she begins to move, setting a slow, sensual pace that belies the urgency in his bites.
"Not like this. I want to do it from behind you." Priyansh said.
Clara's eyes light up with excitement at his words. "Oh, from behind?" she asks, her voice a low purr. "You want to take me like an animal?"
She doesn't wait for an answer. With a playful wink, she gracefully dismounts him and turns around on the sit, presenting her back to him. She leans forward, bracing her hands on the window and arching her back to lift her hips high in the air. Her pussy is on full display, glistening with their combined juices.
"Is this what you wanted?" she asks, glancing over her shoulder at him with a seductive smile. "Come and claim me." She wiggles her hips invitingly, the movement causing her pussy lips to part slightly, revealing the pink flesh within.
She looks down at the siting cushion beneath her, noticing the wet spot left by their previous lovemaking. "Look at the mess we've made,"
Clara giggles, a low, throaty sound that sends a shiver down his spine. "We should probably clean that up later," she says, her voice laced with amusement and desire. "But first..."
She pushes her hips back further, pressing her wet entrance against the tip of his shaft. "Don't keep me waiting," she whispers, her breath hitching in anticipation.
Priyansh don't need to be told twice. Today he was different . Something was broken inside him. Something that didn't give him time today.
Murder, srx. But he didn't feel guilty anymore. He felt, peace, enjoyment.
With one powerful thrust, he bury himself deep inside her from behind. Clara lets out a sharp cry of pleasure, her fingers digging into the sofa cushions for support. Her inner muscles clench around him tightly as she adjusts to the new angle and depth.
"Oh god, yes!" she gasps, pushing back against him to meet his thrusts. "Fuck me just like this. Harder!"
Her body rocks with each powerful stroke, her breasts swaying beneath her as she braces herself against the window.
Clara's scream of pleasure fills the car as his teeth sink into the soft flesh of her back. The sharp sting only heightens her arousal, and she pushes back against him with renewed vigor.
"Yes, bite me! Mark me as yours!" she cries out, her voice raw and desperate. "Fuck me harder!"
His thrusts become more aggressive, each one driving him deeper into her welcoming heat. Her body trembles under the onslaught, her fingers twisting in the fabric of the sofa cushions. She arches her back even more, offering herself to him completely.
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoes in the room, a primal rhythm that drowns out all other senses. Clara's moans grow louder and more frequent, signaling her impending orgasm.
"Don't stop!" she begs, her hips moving frantically against yours. "I'm so close! Fill me up again!"
His grip on her hips tightens as he slam into her with all his might. Clara's body convulses violently, her orgasm crashing over her in a tidal wave of pleasure. A long, keening cry escapes her lips as she comes undone, her inner muscles clamping down on you like a vice.
The sensation triggers his own release, and with a final, powerful thrust, he bury himself deep inside her and let go. Hot seed floods her womb as you both ride out the intense waves of ecstasy.
Clara collapses forward onto the sit, panting heavily. He follow her down, their bodies still joined as they both catch their breath. She turns her head to the side, nuzzling against his chest.
"That was... incredible," she murmurs, a satisfied smile on her lips. "You sure know how to make a woman forget everything else." She presses a soft kiss to his skin before snuggling closer to him.
"It's my first time?" Priyansh confessed.
"For real?" Clara was shocked.
"Yeah!" Priyansh confirmed.
"Born player ha? I like you more. But this isn't the end surely." The lady smirked.
"One sec." Clara goes to front seed and started the radio.
A Hindi song
She smirked, "Perfect."
Clara shifts slightly, turning her head to look at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. A slow, predatory smile spreads across her face as she runs a hand down his chest.
"You know," she begins, her voice a low purr, "I think I've decided what we're having for dinner tonight."
She leans in closer, her warm breath ghosting over his ear. "You."
Her tongue darts out, tracing the shell of his ear before she nips at the lobe gently. "I want to devour every inch of him," she whispers. "Starting with this delicious neck."
Her lips trail down to his collarbone, pressing soft kisses along the way. Her hands begin to roam his body, caressing and exploring as if he were a feast laid out before her.
"I'm going to take my time," she murmurs against his skin. "Savor every bite."