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life disappearing behind walls that had always kept her safe yet solitary. With a gentle touch, Farooq traced his fingers along the buttons of her nightie, each one unfastening with a soft click. Slowly, he lifted the fabric up from her body, revealing her beautiful breasts, with dark aerola and big dark nipples. She shivered at his touch, her breath hitching as he bared her to him. The room was filled with an atmosphere of anticipation and desire, their hearts beating as one as the nightie slipped from her shoulders to her feet.
Now she stood clad only in her delicate panties, her hands reflexively flying to cover her exposed breasts and core. This was the first time another man, aside from her husband, had laid eyes on her in such an intimate state. Goosebumps prickled across her skin as she felt his gaze linger over her body, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt so exposed, so vulnerable. Her cheeks burned with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal as she waited for his next move.
Farooq's gaze softened, a mixture of reverence and desire painting his features. He took a step back, allowing the moment to breathe, his eyes tracing the contours of her form as if engraving each curve into his memory. "You're breathtaking," he murmured, his voice low and husky. Soni's heart raced at his words, a rush of warmth flooding her cheeks. She felt both cherished and desired, the dual sensations igniting something deep within her. With a tentative smile, she slowly lowered her hands, revealing herself completely to him.
Farooq took a step forward, his heart pounding in his chest as he reached out, fingertips brushing her shoulders with a feather-light touch. Soni inhaled sharply at the contact, electricity zipping through her veins. The distance between them felt intoxicatingly close now, each heartbeat resonating with a silent promise.
He leaned in, whispering into her ear, "Let me show you how beautiful you truly are." His breath was warm against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. Soni's pulse quickened, the anticipation swelling within her like a tide ready to break.
With an almost reverential care, Farooq cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs stroking gently along her jawline. The warmth of his palms grounded her, anchoring the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside. Soni locked her gaze with his, searching for reassurance, a hint of the promise he had just whispered. Farooq's lips trailed a path of fiery kisses along Soni's skin, starting at her forehead and moving down to her cheeks, before finally landing on her soft, inviting lips. He then continued his exploration, his fingers lightly grazing the sensitive skin of her neck, sending shivers down her spine.
He gently kissed the soft curve of her 36D size breast, and then slowly trailed his tongue down to her cleavage. His lips traveled over the delicate skin, tasting her warmth and sweetness as he explored every inch. He moved lower, beneath her breasts, and flicked his tongue across the sensitive area, eliciting a gasp from her lips. Taking his time, he circled his tongue on her aerola before capturing her erect nipples with his mouth. He suckled on them like a baby, savoring the sensation for a full 10 minutes. The sound of their quiet moans echoed in the room as they lost themselves in each other's touch.
His lips moved from one breast to the other, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. He suckled gently at first, then with more urgency, his lips and tongue creating a pleasurable pressure against her skin. His actions left a trail of heat behind on her body, leaving her tingling and wanting more. As he continued to suck, Soni ran her fingers through his hair, enjoying the intimate connection between them. The once pale skin of her breast now turned a deep shade of crimson, marked by his passionate attention. It was as if she could feel his desire for her through each tug and pull of his lips. And in that moment, Soni felt closer to him than ever before, as if someone very dear and intimate was caressing her most sensitive areas with love and devotion.
Farooq's lips traced a hot path down her body, lingering on the soft curve of her belly where a hint of lushness resided. He savored the taste of her skin, savoring every inch as he suckled on the love handles that framed her waist. Then, with deliberate movements, his tongue delved deeper, exploring the depths of her navel and eliciting a shiver from her.
Farooq slowly sank onto the edge of the bed, his gaze locked onto Soni's trembling form. He guided her to stand in front of him, his face mere inches away from her dainty panty. With a deliberate slowness, he pulled down the cloth, revealing her married pussy with its thick patch of pubic hair. A triumphant smile spread across Farooq's lips as he saw that the panty was wet - a clear sign of Soni's arousal. He couldn't resist the temptation and took it out completely, bringing it up to his nose for a deep inhale before tucking it securely into his pocket like a prized possession. Next, he turned his attention to her pubic hair and slowly sifted through the soft strands, savoring their natural scent. Gently parting her pussy lips with his fingers, he leaned in to give them a tender kiss.
Eventually, he directed her to lie down on the bed, completely exposed except for the dangling mangalsutra around her neck - a reminder of her marriage and husband. She wanted to take it off, feeling uncomfortable with its weight and significance under Farooq's intense gaze. But he insisted she keep it on, asserting his dominance over her and marking her as his possession in this illicit encounter.
With a mischievous smile, Farooq gently lifted Soni's foot and proceeded to kiss and suck on her toes, eliciting soft gasps of pleasure from her. As she lay back against the pillows, he trailed kisses up her legs, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake. His skilled tongue then traced a path along her inner thighs, causing her to arch her back in anticipation.
With a sudden shift in tone, he lifted her up with strength and ease. His voice was commanding as he instructed her to remove his t-shirt, revealing the hard planes of his muscular chest and the faint trail of hair leading down to his pants. She obediently followed his commands, unfastening his pants to reveal a stomach that protruded slightly from too many indulgences, but it only added to the allure of his rugged appearance. His desire was evident in the hunger that flashed in his eyes, making her heart race with anticipation.
Her heart raced with anticipation as Soni slowly removed Farooq's pants, revealing his stiff and throbbing dick. She couldn't believe the size of his dick - a full 8 inches, circumcised and ready for her. This was a stark contrast to her husband's modest 4 inch dick. Farooq gently took her trembling hand in his, guiding it towards him with a slight but firm pressure. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, and the hardness of his desire pressed against her palm. It sent shivers down her spine as she realized the depth of his longing for her, a raw and primal need that was both thrilling and terrifying at the same time. She couldn't help but feel drawn to him, pulled into his embrace by an invisible force that seemed to know no bounds.
As Soni's hand gently wrapped around the base of Farooq's hard shaft, she couldn't help but marvel at the difference in size and heat between his cock and her husband's. "You're mine now, Soni," Farooq growled, his voice low and husky with desire. "No going back." His words were both a command and a promise, filled with the weight of their unspoken agreement. Soni's breath hitched in her throat as she looked into Farooq's eyes, their intense gaze searing into her very soul. "I-I know," she managed to whisper, her voice shaking with anticipation and desire. She had never felt this alive.
With a primal growl, Farooq roughly pushed Soni onto the bed, her back arching as she hit the mattress. He towered over her, his muscles flexing in the dim light, casting menacing shadows on the wall. Soni's heart pounded in her chest as she felt Farooq's heated breath on her exposed pussy, sending shivers of anticipation through her body.
Farooq's warm, wet tongue danced along Soni's sensitive clit, expertly teasing and tantalizing her with each flick and swirl. The sensation sent electric shockwaves coursing through her body, igniting every nerve ending and sending her mind into a blissful haze. Never before had her husband shown such attentiveness and skill in bed, and she couldn't help but moan in pleasure as he brought her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.
As Soni's moans grew louder and more urgent, Farooq's skilled tongue and dexterous fingers moved in perfect synchronization. He knew exactly how to pleasure her, his touch igniting sparks of desire that spread through her body like wildfire. She bit down on her bottom lip, trying to muffle the sounds of ecstasy that threatened to escape her lips. But each time she tried to contain herself, Farooq would find a new way to drive her wild with pleasure. His hand trailed down her body, gently caressing her curves before coming to rest on her breasts. He applied just the right amount of pressure as he massaged them, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. It was like he could read her mind, anticipating her every desire and fulfilling it effortlessly.
Soni's body arched instinctively, craving more of Farooq's touch as he lavished her with attention. Every flick of his tongue sent ripples of pleasure that threatened to consume her, and she could feel the heat pooling deep within her core.
Suddenly, Farooq pulled back, his eyes dark with lust and a playful grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Just when you thought it couldn't get any better," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. He climbed onto the bed, and guided her hands to his dick. Soni's heart raced with anticipation as she eyed Farooq's hardened dick. She could feel her own wetness soaking, testament to her desire for him. Slowly, gently, she ran her fingertips up and down his shaft, marveling at the heat and hardness that greeted her touch. Farooq hissed in pleasure, a low groan escaping his lips as he thrust his hips slightly into her caress. Soni found herself growing bolder as she continued to explore his manhood, her confidence swelling with each gasp that escaped his lips. The soft glow of the candles around them flickered, casting dancing shadows on the walls, an intimate theatre for their private performance. She leaned forward, pressing her lips against the tip, savoring the taste of him, a sweet mix of salt and desire. Farooq's breath hitched as she pressed her lips to him, a shudder running through his body. The anticipation of her warm mouth enveloping him sent electric jolts through his veins. He threaded his fingers through her hair, guiding her gently as she took him deeper. Each movement was deliberate, each flick of her tongue calculated to drive them both wild with desire. Soni drew him in deeper, her tongue swirling around his circumcised dick, savoring the musky, heady taste of him. Farooq groaned, his grip on her hair tightening as he thrust his hips forward, meeting her tongue stroke for stroke. The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with their lustful moans and the heady scent of their arousal. Soni's heart pounded in her chest, her body aching for him, every fiber of her being yearning for him. She could feel her own arousal coating her thighs, her wetness a testament to her desire for him. Her hand slipped down to her aching pussy, fingers delving inside, explating her slick heat. Farooq then took out his dick from her mouth, his manhood glistening with her saliva. He positioned himself between her legs, settling himself at her wet entrance. Soni's breath caught in anticipation, her whole body tingling with anticipation as she felt the heat of him at her entrance. Soni arched her hips upward, silently begging him to take her. "I've wanted this for so long," she whimpered, her voice heavy with need. "I know, my love," Farooq murmured in her ear, his breath hot against her neck. "I've been dreaming of this moment too." He teased her folds with the tip of his erection, sending shivers down Soni's spine.
Unable to wait any longer, Farooq slid his hardened shaft inside her, filling her completely with one long thrust. Soni gasped, her nails digging into the sheets as pleasure and a bit of pain ripped through her body. It had been so long since she'd been with her husband, and Farooq's size was a bit overwhelming at first. Farooq felt himself sliding into Soni's tight, wet heat, which gripped him like a velvet fist. Her walls clenched around his throbbing dick, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. He braced himself on his elbows, looking into her eyes, not wanting to miss a single expression that flickered across her face.
"Tell me if it's too much," Farooq panted, his voice raw with desire. "I need to know, Soni." Soni's eyes fluttered closed, her lips parted in a silent moan as she adjusted to the feeling of Farooq's strong hands guiding her body. The sensation of his thick, throbbing dick filling her after such a long absence was new, engulfing her senses in a heady rush of pleasure. Each movement sent jolts of electricity through her body, intensifying the experience with each thrust. She could feel every inch of him inside her, igniting a fire that spread throughout her body and consumed her in ecstasy.
Soni's breath quickened as Farooq began to move slowly at first, drawing out the intensity of each thrust. The rhythm they created felt almost sacred, a dance that had been long awaited. Each time he pulled back, she felt a lingering emptiness that was filled with fervent anticipation, and when he pushed forward again, a wave of fulfillment washed over her, igniting the depths of her longing. Soni opened her eyes, meeting Farooq's gaze, and in that moment, they communicated more than words ever could. Desire, love, and a hint of desperation mingled in the air between them.
"Farooq," she breathed, the sound laced with urgency and longing. "I need you... more."
With her words, Soni spurred him on, and he responded instinctively, his thrusts becoming deeper, more relentless. The sheets beneath them twisted and bunched as they moved together, in a symphony of heat and desire. The room was filled with the sound of skin on skin, a rhythm that echoed their heartbeats—two souls entwined in an unyielding embrace. Each thrust pushed them closer to the edge, where time seemed to dissolve and everything else faded into oblivion.
Soni arched her back, her body responding to the primal need coursing through her veins. Farooq's hands gripped her waist, his fingers digging in just enough to remind her of his presence, anchoring her as they spiraled higher into the depths of their shared passion.
Farooq's movements were slow and deliberate as he took her breasts into his mouth, alternating between sucking and gentle nips. With each thrust, he elicited a moan from her lips, the pleasure building with each movement. She could feel the weight of his body on top of hers, the heat radiating from him as they moved in rhythm together. The scent of their mingled sweat filled the air, adding to the intensity of the moment. As she arched her back and dug her nails into his skin, she knew that this was more than just a physical connection - it was a deep and primal desire coursing through their bodies.
"Give it to me," she whispered, breathless and bold, the words tumbling fro her lips like a prayer. "I want all of you—right now."
His eyes darkened with need, and he responded with a fervor that made her heart race. Each thrust was a promise, each movement a declaration of their intertwined fates. Farooq's breath quickened, matching the tempo of their bodies as they danced on the precipice of ecstasy. His gaze held hers, fierce yet tender, as if he were etching this moment into the very fabric of his being.
"More," she urged as if the word itself were a spell that could conjure greater heights. The air crackled with energy, thick with unspoken desires that hung between them like a tangible thread, drawing them ever closer.
With a newfound urgency, Farooq shifted his grip, pulling her legs higher around his waist, their bodies becoming an exquisite fusion of heat and desire. Soni gasped as he plunged deeper, feeling the exquisite stretch that ignited her senses, sending waves of pleasure rippling through her. Every thrust was like a bolt of lightning, illuminating the depths of her yearning as he buried himself deeper within her, even his balls were slapping against her ass, adding to the intensity and driving them further.
In the height of their passion, Soni's nails raked down Farooq's back, leaving behind a tapestry of reddened skin that stung and soothed in equal measure. He groaned in response, his grip on her hips tightening as he plunged forward with renewed vigor. "Yes," Soni moaned, her voice - a melody of ecstasy that echoed in the stillness of the room. Farooq tilted his head, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, "You're everything I've ever wanted." His voice was a low rumble, reverberating through her as he thrust once more, deeper and harder. "Then don't hold back," she urged, as if her words were the key to unlocking a hidden door within him. "Let it all out. Show me how much you want me." Farooq growled low in his throat, a primal sound that set Soni's blood on fire. As if her words had unleashed something within him, he surged forward with newfound ferocity, claiming her in a way that left her breathless and wanting more. Soni's body responded instinctively, arching into him, urging him on as if they were two celestial bodies colliding in a universe of their own making.
Her breath caught in her throat as she gasped out his name, her body trembling with pleasure. "Farooq," she pleaded, "I'm on the brink of orgasm, please don't stop." Her fingers gripped his shoulders tightly as he continued to skillfully bring her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. The anticipation built within her, aching for release, as she surrendered herself completely to the waves of pleasure coursing through her. With every thrust, Farooq seemed to weave a spell, binding them in a rhythm that felt both ancient and unbreakable. "I won't stop," he promised, his voice deep and resonant, echoing the urgency that coursed between them. "Not until you come apart for me." The intensity of his gaze bore into her, igniting a fire that pooled low in her belly. Soni felt herself teetering on the precipice, the world around them fading as each thrust propelled her further into the abyss of pleasure.
And then, with one final thrust, she shattered into a million pieces, her body convulsing in ecstasy. Panting for breath, she held him tight, grateful for the overwhelming pleasure he had just given her, while his dick was still buried inside her as he was yet to cum. Farooq's breath hitched as he felt her body ripple around him, the sensation sending shockwaves through his entire being. He could feel the tremors of her orgasm pulsing in waves, and it ignited a fire within him that was impossible to contain. Her body was still clenching around him, as if unwilling to release him, and in that intoxicating moment, he knew he was lost. "Stay with me," he murmured, words laced with a desperate urgency as he began to move again, each thrust matching the fervor of their intertwined souls. "Always," Soni breathed between gasps, her fingers tracing the lines of his back, tracing each muscle, feeling the heat radiating from him like a living flame. As Farooq increased his pace, Soni met him thrust for thrust. Farooq then pulled out his erect dick, aching with desire. He sat on the edge of the bed and gently lifted her onto his lap, their bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces. She could feel the heat radiating from him, igniting a fire within her. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he guided himself back inside her slick, wet pussy. Their faces were mere inches apart, their breaths mingling as they moved in perfect synchrony. The intensity of their gaze never faltered as they lost themselves in the ecstasy of their union. Soni leaned in, her lips brushing against Farooq's, a silent promise dancing between them. She could feel the urgency in his movements, the pulse of their shared desire echoing through the air like a wildfire. Farooq's hands glided over her body with skilled precision, his fingers teasing and caressing every inch of her skin. She shivered at his touch, her senses heightened by the intensity of their passion. His touch on her buttocks was firm yet gentle, his hands molding and exploring as if trying to memorize every curve. In that moment, nothing else existed but the two of them, lost in a dance of desire and pleasure.
As Farooq approached the peak of his pleasure, he withdrew his throbbing dick from her pussy. With a primal growl, he released his spern onto her forehead, marking her with his dominance. The sindoor - a symbol of married womanhood - was now tainted by the fluid of another man. Farooq reveled in the feeling of power and control as he made her open her mouth and commanded her to swallow his cum. She complied, knowing that from this moment on, her body belonged to him and him alone. The taste was bitter and foreign, but she accepted it as a small price to pay for being claimed by this powerful man. Soni relished the taste of cum as it escaped his lips, droplets falling onto her breasts like tiny pearls. Farooq watched intently as she savored the salty flavor, a look of satisfaction on his face. Then he slowly brought his circumcised dick to her mouth, rubbing the tip against her parted lips before trailing it down to her nipples. The sensitive buds reacted to the touch, hardening under the slickness of his seed. As Farooq teased her breasts with his wet circumcised dick, Soni moaned softly, her body still throbbing from their passionate encounter. Her hands instinctively reached out to grab his muscular buttocks, pulling him closer as she arched her back. As Farooq brought his circumcised dick back to Soni's lips, she opened her mouth willingly, eager to please him further. Her tongue flicked out to taste every drop of their mixed fluids from the head of his shaft, cleaning him with a hunger that surprised even her.
The rumble of Farooq's stomach interrupted their conversation. He declared that he was feeling famished and suggested they have dinner. Soni eagerly agreed, already imagining the delectable flavors of her cooking. She wanted to change into her comfortable nightie before heading to the kitchen, Farooq stopped her with a stern voice. "No," he said firmly. "In my presence in this house, you must always remain naked." Soni's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but she obeyed without a word, knowing there was no use arguing with her domineering (new) husband. The thought of walking around her own home in nothing but her skin made her feel vulnerable and exposed, but it was a small price to pay for keeping Farooq happy.
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