I was pinned beneath Ajay on the couch, my legs splayed wide as he pounded into me with raw force. His thick cock slammed deep into my pussy over and over, stretching me wide, his hips crashing against mine in a frantic rhythm. Sweat slicked our skin, the room filled with the wet slap of our bodies colliding and my muffled gasps.
My son-in-law's strong hands held my wrists above my head, his mouth devouring my neck, biting just hard enough to make me squirm. We'd started this forbidden fuck session the moment everyone left—my husband Rajesh off on a golf trip, my daughter Nidhi at her yoga class—turning the quiet afternoon into a storm of lust.
I have started something I am not even sure anyone would read. Now here we are. Me—still writing. You—still here. I’m not backed by fame or algorithms, just pure passion… and you. So if you’re reading this, thank you. Your support doesn’t just help—it builds this journey. And every share, every comment, every cheer? It’s another “Keep going.” And I will. For you to read. Comment your darkest desires to read in the story.
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