Chapter 52: thieves pounded her instead of plundering part- 2
She subtly shifted, allowing the sheet to slip just an inch, revealing a hint of the smooth, dusky skin of her cleavage. "My… my husband isn't home," she said, the words a blatant invitation disguised as a warning.
Ravi licked his lips, his eyes glued to that revealed patch of skin. "We know." The leader was closer now, at the edge of the bed. He reached out, not for a weapon, but to touch the end of her saree where it lay pooled near her hip.
His fingers, rough and calloused, brushed against the bare skin of her thigh. A jolt of pure electricity shot through her. Oh god. Her performance cracked for a second. A low, shuddering moan escaped her lips before she could stop it.
It was utterly erotic, a sound of pure want that echoed in the silent room. "Ah…!…" Both men stared, stunned by the sound. Kamini quickly composed her face back into one of fear, but her body was betraying her.
Her cherries were now painfully hard, visible pebbles against the silk. The leader's eyes darkened with lust. He understood. The innocent act was just that… it is an act.
"What was that?" he asked, a slow, dirty smile spreading across his face. He deliberately dragged his rough fingertip along the length of her calf. This time, she couldn't suppress it. Her back arched off the mattress, a breathy, whimpering sigh pouring from her mouth.
"Nnngh… Your… your hands are so rough…" she moaned, the complaint sounding like the highest praise. Ravi moved to the other side of the bed, his breathing ragged. "She likes it."
The leader didn't need more encouragement. He fisted his hand in the silk of her saree and pulled. The delicate material unraveled with a whisper, slithering away from her body to pool at her waist.
Kamini lay there, exposed from the waist up, the night air cool on her feverish skin and her melons… they were magnificent. Full and heavy, they swayed with the sudden movement, a perfect, pale offering.
The pink patches around cherries were wide and dark, the cherries stiff and begging for attention. The two thieves were mesmerized, their earlier mission completely forgotten, replaced by a singular, shared fixation.
"So big…" Ravi whispered, his hand reaching out, hovering just inches from the soft flesh, trembling. The leader was less hesitant. He grabbed her melon with his whole hand, his calloused palm scraping deliciously against the soft, yielding skin.
He squeezed, not gently, testing its weight. Kamini cried out, her head thrashing back on the pillow. "Yes! Oh, yes, like that…" The sensation was overwhelming.
The contrast of his rough, criminal's hands on her pristine, untouched by her husband skin was a perversion that sent waves of heat crashing through her. She was putty in their hands, her innocent wife persona completely dissolved into a puddle of raw, unrestrained need.
Ravi, emboldened, finally closed the distance. He leaned down and his mouth, hot and damp, latched onto her other cherry. He suckled greedily, like a man dying of thirst, his tongue lashing the hardened peak.
Kamini's world dissolved into sensation. The dual assault was too much. One man is mauling her melon with his rough hands, the other sucking and nibbling at her with desperate hunger. Her hips began to move of their own accord, grinding against the silk bunched at her waist.
Her moans filled the room, loud and uninhibited, a symphony of pleasure that only urged the thieves on. The leader released her melon, his fingers trailing down the quivering plane of her stomach until they reached the knot of her saree at her waist.
He looked her directly in the eyes, a question in his gaze. Kamini, her chest heaving, her skin flushed, simply bit her lip and gave him a tiny, desperate nod. With a sharp tug, he undid the final knot.
The last of the silk was pulled away, and she was laid completely bare before them. The air hit her dampness, and she shuddered. She was exposed, vulnerable, and more aroused than she had ever been in her life.
Ravi pulled his mouth away with a pop, staring down at her naked form with reverence and savage lust. The leader just grinned, his hands going to his own pants. "Help her get ready," he instructed his partner, his voice thick.
Ravi's hands, now eager, wrapped around her wrists, pinning them gently but firmly above her head. The act of giving and worshiping, of being gently restrained by these dangerous strangers, sent a fresh thrill through her.
She was theirs to do with as they pleased. The leader, now free of his clothing, knelt on the bed between her spread legs. He was hard, impressively so, and he didn't wait. He positioned himself and in one smooth, powerful thrust, he was inside her.
Kamini's eyes rolled back in her head. A scream, ripped from the very core of her being, tore through the house. "Fack..!" It was a vulgarity she would never dare utter aloud, but it was the only word that fit.
He filled her completely, stretching her, the raw friction a blinding white hot pleasure. He didn't bother with a gentle rhythm.
He set a strong, punishing pace from the start, each thrust slamming into her depths, the sound of their bodies meeting a damp, lustful slap that echoed her own crying moans.
Ravi watched, his own arousal evident, his grip on her wrists tightening as he leaned down to capture her moans with his mouth, his tongue plunging past her lips in a messy, desperate kiss. She was being taken, completely and utterly, from both ends.
The fall of it, the sheer pleasure of the situation, was the most potent allure she had ever known. She came around the leader's meat rod in a violent, shaking convulsion, her inner muscles clamping down on him like a vise.
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