Inside a Private Room — A High-End Club, New Delhi
The room was dimly lit, drenched in the soft glow of amber sconces that cast long shadows across the velvet walls. A sensual tension filled the air, thick and oppressive.
"Aah… please… don't…" the woman whimpered, her voice trembling with desperation. "Rai… I'm begging you. You're my son's friend—this isn't right. Just… let me go. We can pretend this never happened."
She was in her early thirties, breathtakingly beautiful, her body trembling on all fours, completely exposed. Her plea came in broken gasps, tainted with involuntary moans she could no longer suppress.
Behind her stood a young man—eighteen, maybe just a touch older—towering with a quiet intensity. Rai's long, jet-black hair was tied back neatly, framing a face that the gods themselves could have sculpted. His deep-set black eyes shimmered with something darker than lust—an unspoken authority, cold and consuming.
He looked like an untouchable deity from a bygone era, an immortal unburdened by the rules of the human world. And yet, what he was doing to the helpless woman before him was anything but divine.
Pah.
The sound of skin meeting skin echoed off the velvet walls.
Pah.
The rhythm continued, measured and deliberate.
"Ahh… ooh…" she moaned, shame and arousal battling within her voice.
Rai said nothing. His silence was heavier than words, his actions speaking volumes.
Her fingers curled into the soft carpet, her nails digging into the lush fibers as she bit back another moan. Every movement from Rai sent shivers coursing up her spine, each thrust a deliberate reminder of her helplessness, her loss of control.
"Rai…" she whispered again, her voice laced with both resistance and something far more fragile—longing. "You don't understand what you're doing. This… this is wrong."
But her protests had lost their weight. Her body betrayed her words—arched and quivering, responding to every stroke, every deep invasion.
Rai leaned forward, his breath hot against her ear. When he finally spoke, his voice was soft but commanding, laced with a calm dominance that made her tremble even more.
"You say no…" he murmured, brushing her disheveled hair aside, "but your body hasn't stopped begging me since I touched you."
Her breath caught.
He ran a hand slowly down the length of her back, savoring every curve, every trembling inch of her.
"You've been lonely for too long," he said. "No one sees you. Not the way I do."
His words struck something inside her—an ache that had lived beneath the surface for years. A part of her had buried her desires under the weight of duty and age, convinced that kind of passion was behind her. But Rai, with his maddening confidence and undeniable allure, was stripping her of every illusion.
"You shouldn't…" she said weakly, even as her hips pressed back against him.
"But you want me to," he said, his tone silken, sure. "And I want you—every last inch."
He seized her hips with purpose, and the rhythm resumed—harder now, slower, more intoxicating.
Pah.
Pah.
Her moans grew louder, no longer hidden behind shame.
Her name—once a whisper of dignity—was now only breath and sound.
Rai's gaze never left her. He watched every reaction, every subtle tremble, every arch of her spine. She was no longer the untouchable woman of dignity he once saw from afar. She was his now—undone and unraveling beneath him.
And in that room, behind closed doors and velvet curtains, nothing else existed but the raw fire between them.
"Aah… don't…"
Smack.
Pah.
Pah.
Her voice trembled with desperation, but it only made him rougher. He gripped her hips tightly, driving into her with a force that made her ass bounce with every thrust. Each time he pulled back, her breath hitched—only to cry out again as he slammed his dick deep into her, over and over, filling her completely.
The sharp rhythm of skin on skin echoed through the dimly lit room, a steady, obscene percussion.
Just a few steps away, a striking teenage girl held a camcorder with perfect focus. Her face was calm, focused—unshaken by what she was filming.
Tanya captured it all—the raw motion, the helpless cries, the way her brother's body moved against Anita's, the mother of his friend. Nearly two hours passed before the act came to its end.
Anita collapsed into the sheets, her limbs limp, her chest rising and falling with labored breaths. Her breasts were marked with deep bites, her pale neck blotched with bruises. Both of her lower entrances dripped thick, white fluid that pooled beneath her, while traces of the same clung to her lips and smeared across her flushed chest.
Tanya finally lowered the camcorder, stepping closer.
She glanced at her brother's still-hard shaft, glistening in the dim light, and gave a soft, knowing smirk.
"So?" she murmured, her hand wrapping around his cock, giving a slow, deliberate stroke. "Was it everything you imagined? You've been dreaming of this moment all week…"
"Amazing… heavenly," Rai murmured, still lost in the sinful sensation of her flesh.
"When I first saw her at the parent-teacher meeting at school," he said, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement, "I wanted to fuck her into oblivion from that very moment."
He leaned back with a mocking smile. "After asking around, I found out she was the mother of that loser classmate I bullied every day."
The contempt in his voice deepened as he added, "And that same loser has a pathetic little crush on my slutty sister. Makes him so easy to manipulate."
Then he glanced down, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Isn't that right, sister?"
Tanya knelt in front of him wordlessly, her eyes shining with mischief. She leaned forward, her tongue gently flicking across the head of his cock before she began to lick it clean—slow, sensual strokes. Gradually, she took him into her mouth, inch by inch, her head bobbing as she worked him deeper.
Rai let out a low groan, savoring the heat of her throat wrapped around him. The tightness, the warmth—it was blissful. She took him deeper still, her tongue pressing and massaging as her lips moved along his length.
Rai exhaled deeply, his fingers threading through Tanya's hair as her lips slid down his shaft with practiced grace. The wet sounds of her mouth working him echoed faintly in the room, mixed with the slow, steady rhythm of her breathing through her nose as she pushed herself deeper.
"Just like that…" he murmured, his voice low and pleased. "No one takes me like you do."
Tanya looked up at him, her eyes half-lidded and glistening, full of adoration and mischief. She moaned softly around his length, sending pleasurable vibrations through him that made his grip in her hair tighten instinctively.
Her head moved steadily, her tongue swirling along the underside of his shaft with every descent. She took him in until her nose pressed against his skin, holding him there as her throat tightened around him, making him groan.
"Fuck… you're perfect," he growled under his breath, hips twitching slightly.
She finally pulled back, his slick length slipping from her lips with a soft pop. A thin trail of saliva stretched from her tongue to his tip as she grinned up at him, her voice sultry.
"All for you, brother," she whispered. "You've claimed her. Now claim me."
Rai's blood-red eyes darkened with heat. He reached down, lifted her effortlessly into his lap, and growled into her ear.
"I'm far from done tonight."
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