Siya's life in Chandipur was marked by resilience and solitude, her days consumed by nurturing the vibrant blooms of her flower shop. Abandoned at birth and haunted by the mystery of her parents' disappearance, she had grown accustomed to the whispe...
📖 "No mercy, when she's in the zone." ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ ˚ ༘♡ 🪷🪕🪞🦢⋆｡˚ ❀
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(18+ Highly smut written ahead ‼️ )
Just as I had imagined.
She was completely undone.
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Breathing heavily beneath me, her chest rising and falling. Lips parted, eyes hazy and blurred with tears, her voice trembling as she moaned my name-over and over, loud and desperate
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The bed creaked rhythmically beneath us as I continued to move inside my wife with a fierce, relentless intensity. Though I knew the bed was practically indestructible, made from rare hardwood like mahogany or teak something fit for a king's palace; it still creaked under the force I was putting on it. I spent a fortune on this thing, but here I was, watching it move like some cheap piece of furniture.
Damn my pride! Guess no amount of expensive wood can fight that.
Each deep thrust seemed to push her further up the mattress, her body trembling and clenching around my shaft in response to the exquisite sensation of being so thoroughly filled by me.
Just as I had warned: let this lion remain silent. But the moment she woke it, as she did, she better be ready to face the consequences.
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