She groaned, as his fingers upped their tempo, sluicing into the hot mouth of
her belly. Her hips surged up and down, matching the increased rhythm. Amir!
What would he think … what would he do, if he knew I was here? If he knew I
was giving my body to his father with the same willingness that I gave myself
to him? She wanted to know what to do and how to handle the situation, but
those marvelous fingers gliding in and out of her vagina were too demanding.
I’m a raandi! A shameless rakheel who can’t get enough sex! Can’t get enough hot,
hard lund stuffed up my choot! But she didn’t feel like a rakheel. She felt like a
passion-filled woman who was getting the sex she needed and wanted, from an
experienced man who knew how to satisfy her.
God! He feels so good! I’m going to come if he keeps this up! I want his lund
for that! Not his fingers! Still, her father-in-law pumped his vigorously gliding
fingers into the trembling groove of her pussy. In and out, then twisting a little,
he finger-fucked her, eliciting desire-laden whimpers and moans from her
writhing lips. Does he want me to beg? Does he want me to plead for his lund?
She knew the answers to her questions even before she asked them to herself.
She knew he wanted to be asked to fuck her. He wanted her to know that he
had only given her what she had wanted and at no time had there ever been a
question of blackmailing. He was right. She wanted him. Even as she knew that
his father in law was blackmailing her. She wanted and ached for him now.