One Week Later – 11:45 PM, Hotel Room 304

Riya sat on the edge of the bed, wearing nothing but a black lace bra and matching thong. Her heart pounded as the door clicked open.

Kabir entered. Dressed in a black shirt, sleeves rolled, jaw tense.

“Pehli baar kisi aur ki biwi se mila tha… aaj tujhe apni rakhail banane aaya hoon.”

She stood up, breathless. “Main tayyar hoon.”

He grabbed her waist, yanked her body into his, and kissed her like she was oxygen and he’d been suffocating. No sweetness. Just hunger.

His hand slid down, smacked her ass hard.

“Kya lagta hai tujhe? Yeh sharif patni act chalega yahan?”

“Nahi Kabir… main sirf tumhari hoon… aaj raat ke liye sab kuch.”

He shoved her onto the bed, spreading her legs wide.

“Yeh dikh raha hai mujhe… tera chhota sa gila sa chhed… sirf mera ban gaya na?”

He tore her thong down and went down on her immediately—tongue ruthless, fast, licking, sucking till she was shaking.

She screamed. “Aur! Please...”

He stood up, opened his pants, pulled out his thick, veiny cock and smacked it against her dripping folds.

“Bheeg rahi hai meri lund ke liye?”

“Haan… andar lo mujhe… jeb se jyaada andar!”

He rammed into her—deep, rough, no pause. Her moans turned into screams. The bed creaked violently.

He pulled her hair, forcing her to look in the mirror across the room.

“Dekh apne aap ko… dekh kaise chud rahi hai kisi aur ke pati se.”

She watched her reflection—makeup smeared, tits bouncing, legs wide open as he destroyed her from behind.

He bent her over the bed, spanked her raw. “Kya tu sirf chudne ke liye bani hai Riya?”

“Main tumhari slut hoon… tumhari rakhail… bas chhodo mat.”

He flipped her over, lifted her legs onto his shoulders and thrusted so deep she nearly blacked out. Sweat dripped from his body onto hers. She clawed his back, leaving red lines.

He bit her neck, whispered, “Aaj tera pati phone kare… toh bolna, tu thak gayi hai… kyunki main teri jaan chhod ke gaya hoon.”

Their bodies slapped in rhythm, loud, wet, primal. She reached her high, screaming his name. He didn't stop. He chased his orgasm, eyes locked with hers, then exploded inside her, filling her full.

Panting, he collapsed beside her.

Silence. Just the sound of breath and heartbeats.

Then he whispered, “Agli baar collar pehnna. Pet banane ka mood hai.”

She giggled, pulling him close. “Main sirf tumhari hoon… har raat, har tareeke se.”

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