Goon's POV
I never thought snatching Savita Bhabhi would be this easy. The oh-so-famous busty housewife was returning home from the market, her saree hugging those killer curves—tits spilling out of her low-cut blouse, ass jiggling like it was begging for a smack. I grabbed her from behind in the alley, one hand clamping her mouth, the other yanking her into my van. She is worth the 50 lac ransom. if not her husband, her fuck buddies will pay up.
She squirmed at first, but as I pinned her down and ripped open her blouse, exposing those fat, brown nipples, her eyes lit up with that slutty fire I knew from the neighbourhood rumours. Savita wasn't some scared lamb; she was a cock-hungry vixen ready to play.
"That's it, you big brute", she hissed, her voice muffled against my palm as I bound her wrists with rope.
"Kidnap me the way you want. But if you're gonna take me, make it worth my while—shove that monster dick in me till I scream", I laughed, listening her easy demand, slamming the van door shut and driving to my hideout, a dingy warehouse on the outskirts. Her saree was already hiked up, pussy bare underneath—no panties for this slut. I could smell her arousal mixing with the fear she faked so well.
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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