Adultery The Rural Posting - Shipra's Ordeal

Her moans turned into a crescendo of uninhibited hollering, the sound echoing off the walls as Patode’s relentless thrusts pushed her closer to the brink. His vulgar words and commanding presence ignited every nerve in her body, her arousal intensifying with each punishing thrust.

Patode’s grip on her waist tightened, his hands digging into her soft flesh as he drove himself deeper with brutal precision. His cock slammed into her wet, convulsing pussy, each movement calculated to unravel her completely. And with one final, devastating thrust, Patode buried himself to the hilt inside her, his entire length stretching her completely as her walls clenched around him. Shipra’s body tensed, her head snapping back as the wave of her orgasm finally crashed over her.

“Patode!” she screamed, her voice shattering as her body convulsed violently. Every muscle tightened, her toes curling and her back arching as pleasure erupted through her like a storm. Her vision blurred, her mind blanking out as she was lost in the sheer ecstasy of release.

Her hands instinctively slipped between her legs, fingers finding her swollen, throbbing clit. She rubbed it furiously, her movements frantic as she sought to prolong the bliss spreading through her body. Her hips bucked wildly, her cries turning into incoherent moans as aftershocks rippled through her.

Shipra slumped forward, her body collapsing onto the mattress as the last waves of her orgasm left her trembling. Her chest heaved, her skin glistening with sweat as she lay there, utterly spent yet craving more. Her fingers continued their work, gently circling her sensitive clit in an attempt to draw out the lingering sparks of pleasure.

Patode’s chest heaved as he loomed over Shipra’s trembling body, his gaze dark and predatory. But he wasn’t done yet. His eyes flicked toward Namrata, who stood at the door, barely able to support herself. Her body trembled, her knees weak, as if the weight of her own desire was too much to bear. She leaned heavily against the frame, her fingers still glistening with the evidence of her unsatisfied attempts to find release.

Namrata’s eyes locked with Patode’s, and in that instant, her hunger and need were unmistakable. She had watched everything unfold, her own arousal building to a fever pitch, but it wasn’t enough. She needed more—needed him.

Patode smirked, his expression dripping with arrogance and dominance as he read her body like an open book. He could see the desperation in her trembling frame, the unquenchable fire in her eyes. Slowly, he raised a hand, curling his fingers in a commanding gesture that sent a jolt through Namrata’s core.

“I haven’t forgotten about my other slut,” he said, his voice low and laced with authority. The words cut through the charged silence, making Namrata shiver. “Come here,” he continued, his smirk widening. “Let me relieve you as well.”

Namrata was not one to hesitate or feel burdened by shame. The fire burning within her was too fierce, her desire too consuming to be held back any longer. Biting her lip in anticipation, she lunged forward, her movements bold and unapologetic as she joined them on the bed. Her body was alight with need, and her mind was focused solely on claiming her release.

With quick, seductive steps, Namrata positioned herself on her knees beside Patode. The mischievous glint in her eyes matched the playful curve of her lips as she leaned in close. Her presence was electric, her confidence radiating as she pressed her body against his, her warmth enveloping him.

“Are you sure you can handle the both of us?” she purred, her voice low and sultry. Without waiting for a response, her hand slid down his abdomen, finding his throbbing cock with ease. Her fingers curled around his length, stroking it with practiced precision, her movements teasing yet deliberate. Her eyes never left his, daring him, challenging him to rise to the occasion.

Patode’s dark eyes gleamed with a mixture of lust and arrogance, his lips curling into a smirk that spoke volumes. He relished the boldness of her approach, the way she matched his energy with her own fiery determination. With a swift motion, his hand snaked around her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were flush against each other.

“Let’s find out,” he growled, his voice dripping with confidence. His tone was both a challenge and a promise, sending a shiver down Namrata’s spine.

Before she could respond, Patode captured her lips in a fierce, dominating kiss. The force of it took her breath away, his tongue claiming her mouth as his hands roamed her body with purpose. One hand slid down to her ass, grabbing it firmly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he asserted his control. The possessive gesture made her moan into his mouth, her free hand clutching at his shoulder for balance. Meanwhile, Patode's other hand guided his rigid cock to Shipra's soaked, sensitive pussy. Still trembling from the aftershocks of her previous orgasm, Shipra's body jolted the moment he thrust into her. The sudden intrusion sent a bolt of pleasure coursing through her, her back arching off the mattress as she cried out uncontrollably.

"Ahhhhh... fuck... oh god... Patode!" Shipra screamed, her voice echoing through the room. Her fists clenched the bedsheets tightly, her knuckles turning white as her head snapped back. Her jaw clenched, and her eyes rolled back, her entire body trembling violently under the intensity of the overstimulation.

Her hips bucked wildly against him, her movements frantic and out of control as she struggled to process the overwhelming pleasure. With each thrust, her cries grew louder, more desperate, until her body finally gave out. Completely overcome, Shipra slumped motionless onto the mattress, her chest heaving as her body twitched faintly in the aftermath.

Breaking the kiss with a sharp gasp, Namrata’s lips curled into a mischievous smile as her eyes flicked toward Shipra, who lay trembling in the throes of ecstasy. The sight of her friend’s overwhelmed, blissful state seemed to ignite something primal within her, fueling her own confidence and unbridled desire. With a sultry gaze and deliberate movements, Namrata shifted her position gracefully, her body exuding an air of control and seduction as she prepared to take her turn. She got on all fours, her movements deliberate and provocative. Her hands found their place on either side of Shipra’s trembling hips, her presence commanding as she hovered above her friend. Shipra was still quivering, her body recovering from the earth-shattering orgasm Patode had just given her, her breath shallow and her skin flushed.

Namrata glanced back at Patode, her dark eyes gleaming with a mixture of lust and mischief. “Pound me hard, Patode,” she urged, her voice low and sultry, her words an open challenge. “Just like you fucked this married bitch.”

Without waiting for a response, she arched her back, spreading her knees wider, presenting herself to him in the most enticing way possible. Then, with a wicked smile, Namrata bent at the waist, her face dipping lower until it was buried between Shipra’s thighs. Her lips and tongue began to explore, soft and sensual at first, before growing bolder.

Shipra gasped, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her powerful climax. The sudden contrast of Namrata’s soft, teasing tongue against the raw, dominant intensity she had just endured from Patode was almost too much to process. Her breath hitched, her body reacting instinctively to the gentle yet deliberate attention Namrata lavished on her. Every flick of her tongue sent ripples of pleasure coursing through her already sensitized nerves, pulling her deeper into the haze of desire that clouded her mind.

Slowly, Shipra shifted, rolling onto her back with languid, deliberate movements. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her flushed skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Her eyes fluttered open, and they flickered between Patode and Namrata. The intensity in their gazes matched her own, and the sexual tension in the air was electric, thick enough to leave her breathless.

Without a word, Shipra parted her thighs, opening herself fully and unabashedly to Namrata. It was an unspoken invitation, a surrender to the moment and the pleasure coursing through her. The vulnerability in her action was matched by the raw hunger in Namrata’s eyes as she took in the sight before her.

Namrata’s lips curved into a wicked, knowing smirk as she moved closer, her hands gliding up Shipra’s thighs, savoring the softness of her skin beneath her fingers. “I always wanted to try this, Shipra,” she murmured, her voice low and sultry, laced with a teasing edge. “Let me taste how much you enjoyed him.”

With those words, Namrata leaned in, her tongue darting out to lap at Shipra’s well-used pussy. The taste of her arousal mixed with the remnants of Patode’s dominance sent a jolt of excitement through Namrata, spurring her on. Her lips and tongue worked expertly, alternating between gentle caresses and deep, deliberate strokes that had Shipra arching her back and moaning shamelessly.

Patode standing on his knees behind them, his dark eyes drinking in the depraved scene unfolding before him. The sight of the two women intertwined, one trembling in ecstasy as the other lavished her with attention, was unlike anything he had ever imagined. The hazy mix of aphrodisiac-laden hookah fumes and the heady intoxication of alcohol had loosened every restraint, and the simmering sexual tension between the three of them had erupted into unbridled hedonism.

The night had spiraled into the fulfillment of every man’s forbidden fantasy: a threesome with two beautiful women, both willing to embrace their most sinful desires. Patode’s chest swelled with primal satisfaction as he took in the sight of Shipra’s trembling body beneath Namrata’s skilled tongue, and Namrata herself, arching her back provocatively, her glistening cunt on full display as she eagerly awaited him.

Unable to restrain himself any longer, Patode stepped forward, his cock throbbing with need. Gripping Namrata’s hips firmly, he positioned himself behind her, his tip teasing her slick entrance for just a moment before plunging his full length into her waiting pussy with one hard, deliberate thrust.

Namrata cried out, her voice muffled as her lips remained pressed against Shipra’s soaked folds. The dual sensations of Patode’s powerful thrusts and the intoxicating taste of her friend’s arousal sent shivers through her body. She moaned into Shipra, her movements becoming more fervent as her own pleasure mounted.

Patode, now lost in the depths of his own primal need, began to pound into Namrata with a relentless rhythm, each thrust eliciting cries of pleasure from both women. The room was filled with the sounds of skin meeting skin, breathless moans, and the heady scent of lust. It was a scene of pure, unrestrained decadence, and Patode reveled in every second of it, claiming both women as his own in a night which was turning more and more depraved by the second.

In the next few minutes Namrata found herself on top of Shipra , her body trembling and her voice escaping in breathy moans. Patode's cock was buried deep inside her, each stroke deliberate and powerful, driving her toward the edge. Beneath her, Shipra was returning favour to Namrata, her soft lips were wrapped around Namrata’s sensitive, erect nipples, her tongue flicking and swirling with precision as she kept squeezing her tits. The combination of sensations coursing through Namrata's body was overwhelming, and she could feel the heat of her climax building rapidly.

Patode leaned forward, his firm grip sliding Namrata higher up the bed, his thrusts never faltering. As he adjusted to the side, his face came level with Shipra’s, and without hesitation, he captured her lips in a wild, heated kiss. Their tongues collided in an erotic dance, Shipra’s breath hitching as she matched his fervor. The intimacy of the moment sent an electric thrill through her, her hips grinding instinctively against the mattress in search of relief.

Namrata’s cries grew louder, her body beginning to convulse as the first waves of her orgasm crashed over her. "Ohhh… Ohhhhhh! Fuckkkkk....Patode, I’m cummmmming!" she screamed, her legs trembling violently as pleasure engulfed her completely.

Patode broke away from Shipra’s lips, his gaze dark and predatory as he focused on Namrata. He wasn’t done with her yet. With a sudden burst of energy, he began pounding into her faster, deeper, his cock relentless as he wrung every last shudder from her body. Namrata’s cries reached a fever pitch, her mind spinning in a haze of ecstasy before she finally slumped forward, her heaving body collapsing onto Shipra’s warm, waiting embrace as Patode withdrew his cock.

Beneath them, Shipra was equally aroused, her breathing shallow and her fingers working expertly rubbing her own clit trying to sooth the growing itch of her inflamed pussy. The sight and sound of Namrata’s orgasm had her aching with need, and she bit her lower lip as she gazed up at Patode. "My turn," she demanded breathlessly, her voice a mixture of excitement and desperation. Sliding down slightly, she positioned herself closer to Patode, her eyes locking with his. "Fuck me," she pleaded, her voice thick with lust. "Make me cum again, Patode."

Patode smirked, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. Sweat glistened on his muscular frame, evidence of his exertion, yet his hunger remained insatiable. Though his own release hovered tantalizingly close, he was far from finished. "With pleasure, bitch," he growled, his voice laced with arrogance as he parted Shipra’s thighs and positioned himself at her slick entrance. Slowly, he pushed his cock inside, savoring the tight, wet heat that enveloped him.

As he began to thrust into Shipra, his attention shifted momentarily to Namrata, who lay sprawled and blissfully spent. Leaning down, he darted his tongue out, teasing the sensitive folds of her still-throbbing pussy. Namrata jerked at the sudden stimulation, her body betraying her as another wave of pleasure built anew. Patode’s tongue worked expertly, lapping up her juices and delving deep, his groans of satisfaction vibrating against her skin.

The room was filled with the symphony of their shared pleasure—Shipra’s whimpers, Namrata’s renewed moans, and the rhythmic slap of skin against skin. Patode’s dominance was absolute, his movements commanding yet calculated as he drove both women wild.

"Sit on her face," Patode ordered Namrata, his voice thick with authority as he leaned back slightly. Namrata, still trembling from the intensity of her recent orgasm, hesitated momentarily, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath. She glanced back at him, her eyes searching his for a moment, but his dominant gaze left no room for doubt or defiance. Slowly, she turned her gaze toward Shipra, who lay beneath her, a flicker of surprise in her wide, lust-filled eyes. Yet, Shipra made no move to object; if anything, the challenge excited her.

Namrata, ever the eager participant, smirked as her hesitation melted away. Rising onto her knees, she shifted toward Shipra, her movements deliberate and sensual. Her body glistened with a sheen of sweat, her skin flushed, and her glistening pussy hovered enticingly above her friend’s waiting lips. The air was thick with the mingling scent of sex, and the palpable tension in the room made Shipra’s breath hitch in anticipation.

"Let the new slut have a taste of her friend’s well-fucked pussy," Patode growled, his tone dark and commanding, a wicked grin curling his lips as he slowed his thrusts into Shipra. "You'll only get to have another orgasm if you do as I say slut," Patode continued his tone dominant leaving no room for objection. Namrata with a grin on her face began lowering herself, and Shipra lost in lust , under the dominance of Patode, immediately latched onto her, her tongue eagerly exploring the evidence of Patode’s mastery.

The scene was one of pure decadence, their bodies entwined in a primal dance of pleasure, each feeding off the other’s arousal as they spiraled deeper into the abyss of desire. Patode relished every moment, the sight of these two women lost in him fueling his insatiable appetite. But for Patode, the degradation of both the women didn't just ended with a threesome. This was all but an ounce of his perverted mind and his depraved fantasies for them both. Specially for Shipra his conquest was still incomplete. His plan to completely own Shipra—required one final act, one that would cement her submission in the most degrading and irrevocable way.

“I can’t hold back anymore, ladies,” Patode declared with an evil smile as he stared Shipra with a hungry and depraved look. "It's time to completely own you my slut. Time to mark you."

"I can't hold back anymore, ladies," Patode announced, his voice husky with arousal and an unmistakable air of authority. His dark, smoldering eyes swept over the two women sprawled naked before him, totally satisfied and utterly spent.

He let his gaze linger, a satisfied growl rumbling deep in his chest as he slumped onto the mattress, sitting back with his weight supported by his hands. His broad, sweat-slicked frame rose and fell with each heavy breath. "I have to admit," he said, his voice rough and thick with lingering desire, "this is, without a doubt, the most erotic and electrifying night of my life. I've had my share of threesomes, but you two... you're insatiable, ravenous, and absolutely intoxicating."

Patode slowly slid off the bed, his sweat-glistened body a testament to the raw energy he unleashed into giving the ladies a taste of his sexual prowess and manly aura. Every muscle in his form was taut, his movements deliberate yet primal as he crossed to the small bedside table. Reaching for a bottle of water, he twisted it open and tipped it back, chugging deeply. The cool liquid slid down his throat, a brief but necessary reprieve from the heated chaos that had overtaken the space.

Finished, he tossed the bottle onto the bed. It landed with a soft thud, a stark contrast to the decadent destruction surrounding it. The once-pristine white bedsheet was now a crumpled mess, marked with dark, wet patches that bore witness to their wild sexcapades. Pillows were scattered haphazardly across the floor, some torn from their cases, others damp with sweat.

In the midst of the aftermath, Shipra and Namrata lay entwined. Their bodies, slick with sweat and glistening in the dim light, tangled together in a blissful haze. Shipra’s hair clung to her damp skin, and Namrata’s flushed cheeks pressed against Shipra's shoulder. The scent of sex and heat hung heavily in the air, mingling with the rhythmic sound of their labored breaths.

Neither woman moved, their limbs still trembling from the relentless waves of pleasure that had consumed them. They shared a look, their eyes heavy-lidded but gleaming with satisfaction and lingering desire. Patode, towering over them like a satiated predator, smirked. His gaze roamed over their spent forms, the sight of their entangled bodies stirring a renewed spark of hunger deep within him.

"It’s obvious to see from the way your glistening, twitching, well-fucked cunts are still spasming, and the utterly blissful state I’ve left you both in, that I’ve satisfied you to your very cores," Patode murmured, his deep, commanding voice brimming with dark amusement. His predatory gaze roamed over their trembling, sweat-slicked bodies as he lunged forward, his strong hand tangling in Shipra’s hair. With a firm but controlled pull, he drew her face to face with him.

Shipra gasped softly, her body still sensitive, a delicious ache spreading through her as he pressed closer. Patode's cock, hard and throbbing with unspent desire, brushed against her slick folds, and her breath hitched. His movements were deliberate, his dominance absolute, as he leaned in, his lips curling into a wicked grin.

"And now," he continued, his tone low and dripping with lust, "it’s only fair that I have my release as well. Both of you have entertained me beyond my wildest expectations tonight, but this night—this epic night—won’t truly be complete unless I get to cum inside one of my sluts." With a rough movement he shoved Shipra down back into the mattress and pinned her down grabbing her neck with his left hand, his fingers tightening just enough to make her shudder.

Pausing, his dark eyes shifted to Namrata, who lay sprawled beside them, her flushed cheeks and parted lips a testament to her lingering arousal. "And as for who gets to be filled with my warm potent sperm," he said, his voice darkening, sending a shiver through both women, "I think it’s only fitting that my new slut gets the privilege of feeling me cum deep inside her."

Namrata's lips curled into a knowing smile as she sat up on the bed her eyes shifting to Shipra. "What do you think, Namrata?" he asked, his words heavy with authority and laced with dangerous promise.

Namrata opened her mouth to reply, but before she could speak, Shipra’s voice broke through, her tone cautious, almost pleading as she grabbed Patode's arm in revolt. “Not inside, Patode… Please,” she whispered, her eyes wide with apprehension. “It’s not safe… at least use a condom. Please.”

Patode’s smirk only deepened, but before he could respond, Namrata’s voice cut through, her tone soft yet laced with a seductive challenge. “Shipra, what you’ve done tonight is bold—brave, even. You’ve crossed boundaries that most women wouldn’t dare. But…” She leaned in closer, her eyes gleaming with mischief as her voice dropped to an almost purring tone. “A woman doesn’t truly belong to a man until he marks her as his own. True submission, Shipra, is when you take his seed deep inside you—when you let him claim you fully, without barriers or hesitation. Only then will you truly be his.”

Shipra’s breath caught, her heart pounding as she stared at Namrata, her words echoing in her mind, stirring a mix of shame and forbidden arousal. Yet she hesitated, it was not something Shipra, even in her vulnerable state, could do out of free will. It was going too far and too risky. "No Namrata, it is going way to far. It's risky. I... I can't. Please Patode.. you have already fucked me bareback all night...I am yours but... it's not safe." Shipra kept pleading.

“I understand, Shipra,” Patode murmured, his voice a dangerous blend of dominance and mockery. He leaned closer, his hand gripping her chin firmly, forcing her to meet his gaze. “But you don’t need to think, Shipra. Just feel. Trust me to take care of you. You want this—you need this. And once it’s done, you’ll understand why this is the only way for us.”

Namrata, now kneeling beside them, reached out and gently brushed Shipra’s hair away from her face, her touch almost tender. "Just complete what you started, Shipra,” she murmured, her voice dripping with seductive persuasion. “You’ll feel liberated, truly free, once you surrender completely. Let him fill you, claim you. Let him make you his.”

Shipra’s lips parted, her breaths coming in shallow gasps as the weight of their words bore down on her. Her body betrayed her hesitation, her hips shifting instinctively, her arousal undeniable. “But Patode…” she whispered, her voice trembling. “What if I end up being preg....”

SMACK

Patode's right hand struck Shipra’s cheek with a sharp slap, cutting her words off mid-sentence. The sudden impact left her stunned, her mind struggling to process what had just happened. A burning sting radiated across her skin as her wide, disbelieving eyes began to water. Slowly, she turned her head back toward him, confusion and hurt mingling in her gaze as she searched his face for an explanation.

Patode's eyes burned with unrestrained intensity, his expression hard and commanding as his grip on her neck tightened, asserting his control with deliberate force. "Listen Slut, I don't care if I end up knocking you up. Tonight, I've taken you to heights of sexual ecstasy that your pathetic, wimp of a husband never could and never will be capable of providing. I’ve shown you what it truly means to be desired, to be dominated, and to surrender completely to a real man’s touch," Patode growled, his voice low and commanding as he leaned in closer, his presence suffocating and all-encompassing. "And you are here, willingly spreading your legs for another man, getting your married cunt defiled because deep down, you know the truth—you’re nothing more than an unsatisfied, insatiable woman craving physical pleasure your life has been missing. You’ve spent too long denying the part of you that yearns for something primal, something raw. Deep inside, you’re a needy, horny little bitch who thrives on being claimed, dominated, and overwhelmed by the touch of a real, alpha male—someone who can give you the kind of pleasure you’ve been starved of for far too long,"

SMACK

"Or did you forget all about your confessions a few hours ago?" Patode continued as he slapped Shipra yet again.

SMACK

"Did we or did we not established the fact that you are mine now, body mind and soul?" Patode smacked her again each slap harder than before.

He paused briefly, his piercing gaze locked on Shipra as he allowed her a moment to fully absorb the weight of her position in their illicit, forbidden entanglement. The silence stretched between them, heavy and charged, as the reality of their adulterous connection settled over her. Patode's presence was overpowering, a constant reminder of the control he now held over her—mind, body, and soul.

For Shipra, the strange, overwhelming mix of emotions swirling within her was unlike anything she had ever experienced. The verbal and physical humiliation at Patode’s hands, though initially shocking and degrading, had begun to stoke a fire deep inside her. It was as if every word, every commanding touch, peeled away layers of her former self, exposing a version of her she had never dared to confront. The part of her that longed to surrender, to let go of control, was rising to the surface, and she found herself powerless to resist it.

The realization unsettled her, yet her body betrayed her with every passing moment. Her skin tingled with an intoxicating mixture of shame and desire, a strange arousal coursing through her veins. The dominating presence of Patode—his strength, his unyielding authority—ignited something primal within her, something she couldn’t explain but couldn’t deny. Her breaths became shallow gasps, her chest heaving as she struggled to steady herself. Each rise and fall of her chest mirrored the storm raging within her.

She had always prided herself on being strong, independent, and composed. Yet now, under Patode's control, that persona was crumbling. The woman she was becoming, the one who responded so viscerally to his degradation, frightened her as much as she excited her. Her lips trembled, not with fear, but with the weight of her own suppressed desires clawing their way to the surface.

Her heart pounded in her chest, each beat echoing in her ears as she grappled with the duality of her emotions. The sharp sting of his dominance, both verbal and physical, should have repelled her, yet it pulled her deeper, making her body hum with a need she didn’t know she possessed. The ache between her thighs grew unbearable, her arousal dripping like a confession of her newfound desires.

She hated herself for how much she craved his control, yet at the same time, she felt more alive than ever. The shame mixed with exhilaration, forming an intoxicating cocktail that left her breathless. The tension in the room was palpable, thick with the unspoken acknowledgment of the line she had crossed and the power dynamic that now defined their relationship. Patode watched her closely, a small, knowing smirk playing at his lips, fully aware that she was coming to terms with the fact that she had willingly surrendered herself to him in every conceivable way.

"You’ve given me your body, you’ve admitted that I’m your man, but it’s all meaningless until we solidify that bond. This isn’t just physical, Shipra—it’s psychological. You said it yourself: I’m the real man in your life now. And a man is entitled to claim his woman, to mark her, to leave her with no doubt about who she belongs to.” Patode continued his tone softening slightly as he released his grip on her, noticing that Shipra no longer resisted. The tension in her body had faded, and she seemed to be accepting her place in the moment, her breaths still shallow but steady.

Meanwhile Namrata, who had shifted behind Patode, watched the unfolding scene with a cruel satisfaction. Her eyes gleamed with malice as she reveled in the complete degradation of Shipra at Patode’s hands. But she wasn’t content to merely observe. No, Namrata had played a key role in bringing Shipra to this point of submission. Throughout the night, she had encouraged and supported Patode, feeding into his basest desires and aiding him in breaking Shipra’s resistance. Now, as she watched the final vestiges of defiance fade from Shipra’s face, she felt a surge of triumphant dominance.

She leaned in closer, her voice low and deliberate as she whispered in Patode’s ear. "Don’t stop now," she urged, her tone a blend of command and seduction. "Claim her Patode. Make her yours. Let her feel it—let her know who she belongs to now."

Namrata’s hand moved with purpose, wrapping around Patode’s throbbing cock. With a steady grip, she guided him toward Shipra’s slick and yielding entrance. Shipra moaned softly, her body betraying her as it responded to the invasion. Namrata smirked, savoring the moment.

“Go on, Patode,” she coaxed, her breath warm against his skin. “Fill her with your seed. Mark her, make her yours, and free her from the control of that useless Alok. She doesn’t need him anymore. You’re the one she belongs to now.”

Patode held Shipra’s gaze firmly, his eyes dark and commanding, but not without a flicker of reassurance. Her trembling body beneath him only heightened his sense of control. "Shipra," he began, his voice a low rumble that resonated with authority, yet carried an air of tenderness. "let go of your fears and doubts. Accept me. Welcome me."

He paused, leaning in slightly, his presence overwhelming yet oddly comforting. "You are under my care now. And as your man, I will never let you go through any situation which will harm you or question your character." His words carried a subtle challenge, a command wrapped in tenderness, as if daring her to deny the safety and control he offered. "You can trust me," he finished, his tone both resolute and inviting.

Shipra’s breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest. Her eyes flickered downward, drawn almost against her will to where their bodies were on the verge of connection. The thick, monstrous tip of Patode’s cock pressed against her entrance, poised to claim her completely. The sheer size of him made her pulse quicken with a blend of fear and reluctant anticipation. His heavy, potent balls hung below, full and ready to release a torrent of his seed deep within her.

Her body shifted instinctively, the conflict in her mind giving way to the primal sensations coursing through her. Slowly, hesitantly, she reached down between her thighs, her delicate fingers brushing against the throbbing heat of his cock. Her grip tightened, and she began to stroke him with a slow, sensual rhythm, her movements deliberate and inviting.

Patode’s breath hitched at her boldness, his patience hanging by a thread. Shipra finally looked back into his eyes, her own wide with a mixture of resignation and unspoken desire. Without uttering a single word, she nodded, her submission clear in the subtle bow of her head. It was all the permission Patode needed.

The corner of his mouth twisted into a triumphant smirk, his confidence radiating as he lifted his hips and with a single long thrust, buried himself to the hilt inside Shipra’s eager, trembling cunt. Her breath hitched, her body tensing, but she instinctively arched her back, meeting his intensity with a desperate craving of her own. Each thrust was deliberate, powerful, and unrelenting, as though he were staking a claim over every inch of her.

“Oh Godddddddd… not so hard, Patode!” Shipra cried out, her voice a mix of pain and raw pleasure that echoed through the room. Her hands gripped the bedsheets tightly, her nails digging into the fabric as she struggled to hold on. But there was no slowing him now, no tempering the wild energy that surged through him. His pace grew more primal, every stroke designed to reach the deepest, most sensitive parts of her, eliciting cries that were equal parts protest and surrender.

Patode’s breathing became labored, his muscles taut as he drove into her with renewed vigor. The sight of Shipra writhing beneath him, her body yielding to his every movement, was a heady drug he couldn’t resist. He was close—so close—and the thought of marking her, of defiling her completely, sent him hurtling toward the edge.

“I’m about to cum, Shipra,” he growled, his voice thick with urgency. “I’m going to flood your cheating cunt with my seed, mark you as mine forever.” His words hung in the air, a possessive declaration that sent a shiver down her spine. Shipra whimpered beneath him, her body responding instinctively to his dominance.

Patode’s rhythm became erratic, his thrusts short and frantic as the wave of release overtook him. “Here it comes, slut,” he groaned, his voice breaking with the sheer force of his pleasure. “Feel the seed of a real man.”
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