Mc-Rajveer Singh(age 34)
Sharpanch
Fc -Diya Singh
Wife of rajveer
"Jaan(Love)," his hot breath rushes across my ear as I feel him press into me from behind, the bed sinking beneath his weight. A soft whine leaves my lips, questioning him without moving much as I try to drift back to sleep.
His lips move along my neck, biting down gently as he sucks at the tender flesh there without warning. A breathy moan leaves my lips as I try to pull away, but his hands keep me pinned to him, gripping my waist tightly. "Shhhh," his words slide across the fresh mark on my neck, "mujhe bas tumhaare andar rahana hai(I just need to be inside you)."
Shaking my head a bit, my sleepy hands try to pry his demanding ones from around my waist. "Nahi(No)..." my voice comes out whiny, " main bas sona chahati hoon (I just wanna sleep)..."
"Phir so ja jaan(Then sleep, love)," he murmurs, his tongue sliding up my neck as he nips at my ear gently, "meh tumhari izzajat nahi mang raha tha , bas bata raha tha (I wasn't asking for your permission, I was telling you)."
"Abhi(Now)..." his hands slide down to my thighs, squeezing a bit at the soft flesh before pushing them apart, "leh (Take it)."
He yanks my panties to the side as he fills me so suddenly that my eyes snap open, a loud cry leaving my lips as I whine and try to slide away. His grip is demanding, unrelenting as he pushes me further into the bed while he takes what is his.
Another moan is pulled from me as he rolls his hips, seating his cock as deeply into my pussy as he can. "Shaabaash mera bacha (That's my girl)," he murmurs, his hand sliding up my back before pressing my head into the pillow as he begins pumping into me. My moans are lost in the fabric, the heat drowning out my sounds as his cock barrels into me with animalistic fury.
Every thrust stretches me to the shape of him, his cock ramming painfully into my cervix with each thrust. He takes me, uses me as his hips bounce against my ass, shaking me with the force of every movement. The sensations burn through my core as my toes curl while he fucks into me with such a possessive need that my whole body trembles with the overwhelming pleasure.
"Bhenchod(Fuck)," he praises, his fingers wrapping in my hair as he pulls my head back to consume my cries in a messy kiss. His tongue matches the brutal pace of his cock until he releases me, drool running down my chin as I fall brainlessly back onto the bed.
My eyes roll into the back of my head as my pussy clenches so tightly and a frantic scream leaves my throat. "Bas itanahee , jaan , ish Lund pay aaja (That's it, love, cum on this cock)," he commands, voice thick with pleasure, continuing to pump into me with frenzied brutality, "Tumhara malik kon hay(Who owns you)?"
"Aap,A-ap(You,y-ou)," I keen, whining as he pushes into me, fucking me through my orgasm as my pussy spasms around his length violently as I see stars dance across my vision from the intensity.
He groans, his body wrapping around me and keeping me firmly pinned into the bed as he presses in so deeply I swear I can feel him in my stomach. A familiar warmth fills me as he whispers hot praises against my ears, rolling his hips as fills me with his seed before thrusting a few more times to push it deeper.
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