His Greatest Possession
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Story set in 1930s
He is looking at me like I am his meal . I don't know what to do so I just stand still.
"Come here sugandha "he said in a low yet dangerous voice.Its been years I last hear his words.I slowly went towards him and stand beside him.
He pulled me and made me sit in his lap.He slowly lift my head and trace his finger on my forehead while traveling it through my eyes,nose and lips.
He insert his middle finger in my mouth and command me to lick.I don't know what it is and how to lick it. He chocked on my neck enough to pass oxygen.
"I don't like to repeat my self sugandha, lick it like a good girl." he said to me in a dangerous voice.
I obeyed him and lick his finger. He removed his finger with a pop sound and trace his finger through my neck ,breasts and navel.
I don't know what this feeling is but something weird is happening in my stomach which I can't control.
He suddenly cup his hand on my pussy through my saree and press it. I instantly adopted these weird feeling and an unknown sound escape through my mouth.
"Who these pussy belongs to sugandha" he asked while gazing into my eyes .I don't know what to say,I feel very shy under his gaze.I close my eyes in a trance.
"Don't I said to not repeat my self" he said in a dangerous voice . With out any warning he put his hand under my skirt and trace his finger on my clit in a rhythmic pace .
"All wet for me my little slut Now tell me who these pussy belongs to ",he asked again.
I don't know why it feel little weird in. good way when he calls me slut and his fingers did wonder and an unknown feeling raised in my stomach.
"Ah, um,ahhh, it belongs to yours ji".I said with out controlling my body and mouth.
CONTENT WARNING ⚠️
HIGHLY MATURED, VIOLENCE,SMUT, RAPE SCENES, EXPLICIT LANGUAGE AND SEXUAL CONTENT.
ONLY FOR 18+ READERS.
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