Usne mujhe utha ke bedroom mein le gaya. Bed pe phenk diya aur bola, “Aaj main tumhe itna brutal fuck karunga ki tumhari chut kal tak dard karegi, lekin tum mujhse pyaar karogi.” Main sharma gayi, lekin andar se excitement thi. Usne meri salwar ka naada khola, panty ke saath neeche kheench di.
Meri shaved, tight Muslim chut bilkul wet aur phooli hui thi. Usne ek ungli andar daali aur bola,
“Dekho. kitni bhooki hai tumhari yeh chut.” Main moan karne lagi, “Ahhh Ahmed. please. slow.” Lekin woh brutal mode mein tha. Usne meri taange faila ke apna 8 inch ka mota, veiny lund bahar nikala. Tip pe already precum chamak raha tha.
Usne lund ko meri chut ke muh pe ragda, phir ek hi jhatke mein poora andar dhakel diya. “Aaaahhhh!” main chillayi. Dard aur mazaa saath-saath tha.
Feeling thi jaise meri chut phat rahi ho, lekin pyaar bhi bahut tha. uski aankhon mein sirf main thi.
Woh zor-zor se dhakke marne laga. Har dhakke ke saath bed hil raha tha. Mere boobs upar-neeche ho rahe the. Usne mera ek boob muh mein le liya, nipple ko zor se kaat liya. Main tadap uthi, “Ahhh. harder Ahmed. aur zor se!” Ab romance aur brutality mix ho gaya tha. Usne mera gala pakad ke choke kiya, saans ruk rahi thi lekin mazaa double ho gaya. Meri chut uske lund ko tightly pakad rahi thi, jaise kabhi chhodna hi na chahti ho.