7 parts Ongoing Mature𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲.
⋆.★⋆ 𝕯𝖆𝖗ᛕ 𝕽𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 ⋆★ ⋆.
He intertwines his hands with mine, absorbing the half-dry mehandi into his palms as if he is completing the mehandi ritual with me.
Or should I say, ruining my mehandi ceremony.
"Sucked my cock but marrying someone else. That's very disloyal of you, Sweet Rose." He whispers his poisonous words into my ear as he pumps in and out of me, faster and harder.
His big and thick cock hammers inside me, making my back pushed against the cold mirror with each thrust.
But I should push him away or slap him for what he did to me a few months back.
I suppress my moans in the back of my throat to not give him an ounce of satisfaction but my insides betray me, clenching all of him so tightly and proudly.
"Answer me where should I finish? Inside you, like you used to love? Or on your palms where you have applied Mehandi of another man's name?"
He pours his filthy words into my ear.
And just like a few months back, I could not utter a single word this time too.
I hate him.
"I can hear your heartbeats. Do you really think I won't be able to hear your thoughts?"
The voice that once used to bring comfort in my messed up life, is sounding so foreign to my ears right now.
His sharp and ragged breath fanned over my neck before he captured my already swollen lips in his dirty mouth.
"I got the answer." He chuckles roughly.
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"𝘼𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙚. 𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙣 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚?"
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