Be my personal maid and my whore.
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Two souls met when one was dying and the other was trying to escape her reality.
Both took impulsive decisions and ended up together.
He was always unpredictable and she turned unpredi...
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I was knocked out cold after I had my first ever groundbreaking orgasm. I woke up expecting my vagina to be all bloody, but surprisingly I was clean though the bedsheets were still bloody.
He must have cleaned me up!
I blushed at the thought and got up to get ready for the day. I wore a golden revealing saree with a black sleeveless blouse with golden embroidery, that the make up squad had gotten me, churas and reapplied my sindoor. All these were symbols of a married woman in my tradition, including the mangalsutra.
(*Red bangles that married women wear)
I was really loving the newly married woman look. I went down to have some breakfast because I was starving, but I got lost in this huge mansion.
I accidentally stumbled upon what seemed to be a gym only to be greeted with a sight of pure manliness and sexiness. I just walked upon my husband working out, looking alluring.
I gulped hard when I thought back to his hard and tattooed body on top of me last night.
Last night was the best night of my life and I wouldn't have had it any other way.
"What the fuck are you wearing?" he asked, his voice breathy from his workout.
"A saree!" I said in a 'duh' tone and went back to drooling over his body.
"You like what you see?" he asked, his tone playful.
"Very much!"
When I had realised that I had said it out loud, I blushed hard but thank God I was brown. He just chuckled as he wiped his sweat off. He walked closer to me, his hand wrapping around my bare waist and groping it. I gasped at the feeling of butterflies come alive in my stomach and at the way my pussy clenched hard. My hands lay flat on his tattooed muscled chest.
"It looks like you wanted to seduce me, wearing something as slutty as this."
He whispered in my ears and I inhaled at his crude words which was weirdly making me wet for him.
I bet my panties are drenched now!
He crashed his lips on mine, kissing me aggressively. His lips then attached to my neck, leaving bruising kisses. I was a moaning mess, clutching onto his hair, pressing him further into me. I felt his thick hard cock against my stomach.
He was about 6'4 against my 5'4 height. His tall stature dominating me, making me feel hot and secure.
All of a sudden, he stopped kissing and groping me, and just stared at me. In one swift move, he was carrying me, his one hand below my knees and the other supporting my back.
"Where are you taking me?"
"Back to my bedroom, to fuck you to my heart and cock's content." He said nonchalantly as he gazed forward.
