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tarun ahlawat x wife

no warnings(soft) its a bit short cuz i am sort of tired.

I sat in our dining hall as I watched the daal cool off for the 5th time as I reheated it again. My leg kept stimming on the cool tiles as it got even darker outside the clock hit 10 p.m. I reached for my phone as I dialled Tarun’s number again, but there was no response.

Now I got up walking back and forth. I hated that he had signed for this job; it always kept me on the edge and I always admitted it that I hated that he was a police officer; anything could happen.

When I turned on the tv to pass time till he came home, but the news only covered how risky Vijay Golgaonkar’s case got. Tarun had taken up that too; he said he loved taking risks, but it was almost like playing a dirty, filthy game with me. I tried my best to convince him to join the law firm with me, and he shut me up saying I am pulling him away from his dream job.

Tarun and I had one daughter, Saira. Well, Tarun’s family was disappointed to find out it was a girl, but he made sure I never felt that, but somewhere I always knew; hence, we and Tarun shifted and built our own house, more like home.

That when I bell rang and I ran towards the door, as I opened it, Tarun stood there, and I jumped to hug him.

He smiled, “Aww my baby,” closing the door.

“You will indeed give me a heart attack one day,” I kissed his cheek.

“Don’t say stupid stuff,” he pinched my cheek.

“Come, let’s have stale food,” I said walking towards the dining hall.

“Why Sangheeta didn’t cook?” he asked as he placed the car keys in the drawer.

“No, she did, but the amount of time I have heated the food and it has gone cold. I must say it’s now stale food,” I said giving him a sarcastic look.

He laughed hugging me from the back.

“Sorry, jaan, you know my work, right? But tomorrow pakka I am coming home early,” he kissed my cheek again.

“Saira also slept saying she is mad at Dada. I think taking a leave is the only way you can fix our mood,” I smiled.

“Jaan maanglete kaam se leave mat mango,” he shook his head hugging me tighter.

“You’re just a man who loves his job more than his family, god pls change my husband” I sighed sarcastically.

“You naughty bitch” he picked me up as he nuzzled my neck.

“Tarunn it’s tickling meee” I wiggled in his arms.

“Tarun it’s tickling me” he mocked me.

“Stop plss” I said laughing.

“Okay ma’am stop pls” he mimicked me again.

I slapped his hand, “go freshen up now!” 

“Okay madam ji going only” he joined his hands as he walked towards our bedroom.

When he sat in front of me I served him daal and rice with some mango pickle as he told me about his day as we ate dinner. We finished dinner as I kept the dishes in the dishwasher.

“Well darling ji where is my darling daughter” he asked wiping his hands.

“In her room sleeping dreaming about unicorns” I smiled.

“I’ll go check on her” he laughed.

I till then cleaned the kitchen and went back to my room to rest and change into my night dress.

He walked inside the room smiling, “sairu looks just like you when she sleeps cute she is like mini you”.

He jumped on the bed besides me,”today I saw my wife’s pretty face and my wife’s mini versions cute face and I have decided I don’t want to go to work tomorrow it’s our day out” he said in one breath.

I jumped on the bed,”I loveee youuu baby” I hugged him.

As we cuddled and dozed off in each other’s arms.

Morning came sooner than expected.

The warm rays of the Sunday morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow across the bedroom.

For the first time in weeks, the alarm hadn't rung.

Tarun stirred lazily, stretching before turning to find you still curled beneath the duvet. A sleepy smile tugged at his lips.

He leaned over and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Y/N..." he whispered.

You groaned. "Five more minutes."

"We're supposed to leave in two hours."

"We can leave in... one hour and fifty-five minutes."

He chuckled softly.

Before he could tease you further, tiny footsteps thundered down the hallway.

"DADDDYYYY!"

The bedroom door burst open.

Saira came running in wearing pink unicorn pyjamas, her messy ponytail bouncing with every step.

"You promised today's our family day!"

Tarun opened his arms dramatically.

"I did, didn't I?"

She launched herself into his embrace.

"And today," he declared proudly, "your father belongs to no meetings, no phone calls, no files..."

She gasped dramatically.

"...only to his two favourite girls."

You smiled from the bed.

"Careful. She'll make you regret saying that."

"I already have a list!" your daughter announced excitedly.

Tarun laughed.

"Oh? Let me hear it."

She began counting on her fingers.

"Breakfast together. Then the park. Then ice cream. Then shopping. Then arcade. Then dinner. Then dessert."

He blinked.

"I should've checked this itinerary before approving it."

She folded her arms.

"No take-backs."

He sighed dramatically.

"I've been outsmarted by a seven-year-old."

An hour later...

The three of you were still in your night suits, gathered around the dining table.

You had made fluffy pancakes, scrambled eggs, toast, fresh fruit and hot chocolate.

Tarun walked in carrying a huge bowl of strawberries.

"Chef Tarun reporting for fruit duty."

You raised an eyebrow.

"You washed exactly six strawberries."

"They're premium strawberries."

"They're normal strawberries."

"They've been washed with love."

Your daughter giggled.

"I'll accept that."

As everyone settled down, Tarun reached for the maple syrup.

Before he could pour it—

"Daddy!"

"Hm?"

"You always make my pancake smile."

"Oh."

He immediately grabbed banana slices and blueberries.

A few moments later...

"There."

A smiley face.

She clapped happily.

"It's perfect!"

You looked at your own plain pancake.

"So... mine doesn't get a face?"

Tarun looked guilty.

"Oh."

He quickly decorated yours too.

"There."

"What emotion is this supposed to be?"

"It looks like it's judging me."

"That's because it knows you'll steal my 

strawberries."

"I was going to."

"I knew it."

Your daughter laughed so hard she nearly dropped her fork.

"This is why I love breakfast."

Halfway through eating...

Tarun's phone buzzed on the table.

You looked at it.

The office.

He stared at the screen for a moment.

Your daughter looked up nervously.

"...Are you going to answer?"

Tarun looked at her.

Then at the phone.

Then calmly turned it over so the screen faced down.

"No."

"You sure?"

He smiled.

"I promised today belongs to my girls."

She beamed so brightly that you thought your heart might melt.

She reached across the table and held his hand.

"Best daddy ever."

He squeezed her tiny fingers.

"No promotion is worth missing this."

You looked at him fondly.

"I'm proud of you."

He smiled.

"I've missed too many outings."

"Not today."

"Never today."

After breakfast...

The three of you headed upstairs to get ready.

Your daughter stood in front of her wardrobe dramatically.

"I have nothing to wear."

Tarun stared at the overflowing wardrobe.

"You have... approximately two hundred dresses."

"They don't feel right."

You laughed.

"She's definitely your daughter."

Tarun pointed at himself.

"Excuse me?"

"The dramatic part."

He gasped.

"I am not dramatic."

Both of you looked at him silently.

"...Fine."

Twenty minutes later...

She finally emerged wearing a yellow summer dress with white sneakers.

Tarun whistled.

"My princess is ready."

She spun around happily.

"Mumma, do I look pretty?"

You knelt down and kissed her forehead.

"You look beautiful."

She grinned.

"Daddy?"

Tarun crouched beside her.

"You know what?"

"What?"

"I think the sun came out because it wanted to match your smile."

She hugged him instantly.

"Awww!"

You smiled.

"And what about me?"

Tarun walked over and slipped an arm around your waist.

"You?"

"Hm?"

"You've been stealing the spotlight since the day I met you."

Your cheeks warmed.

"Our daughter's right here."

"I know."

"Ewww!" she interrupted, covering her eyes dramatically.

"No romance!"

Tarun laughed.

"Who made that rule?"

"I did."

"Very strict government."

As we walked outside hand in hand.

TARUN AHLAWAT 🫦 him in uniform does things to me asgdjdielsjsksbksx !?!!? Please if possible write about the reader and Tarun doing some alone time 😏 (kinky uniform and gun play stuff 🧎🏻‍♀️)

Dev verma x suspect!reader

Content warnings-smut, flirting, age gap, cursing.

I stood in my kitchen as I poured milk into my steel vessel that was half-filled with chaipatti. The aroma of hot tea spread across the kitchen as I walked barefoot on the cool marble floor to open the window to witness the pitter-patter of the rain.

I let the cool breeze into the house and sat there with hot tea and decided to start a new book as I inhaled the fresh bibliosmia of the book ‘The Trial’ by Franz Kafka. Just as I got through a few pages, the bell rang. I walked to the door as my swollen wooden door creaked open. 

I saw four men standing in crisp beige uniforms with 2-3 gold stars on each one’s shoulder.

“Madam aapko police custody mein lena hain”, one of the police officers spoke.

“Kyun? Maine kya kiya hai!” I barked.

“Aapka purana boyfriend, Vikram Sethi, apne ghar mein maara hua mila. Upar se order aaya hai” the other police officer spoke lazily.

“Nahi sir main nahi aa rahi hain aise hi nahi leke jaa sakte!” I frowned.

“Deeth mulgi aahet time zanaar” another spoke in Marathi (she is a stubborn girl. This is going to take time).

Before I could fight back, the main police officer handcuffed me, taking me to the police van.

“Laukar laukar” as he pushed me into the van (fast, fast).

“Arey, par maine kuch kiya nahi mujhe chodo!” I spat.

The van only stopped at the police station as they pushed me into a dark room with one tube light and not even a single window, just a steel table. It felt so suffocating and trapped as I leaned against the table as I looked around the cell for any cameras, but none were found. But not like there was a way I could escape.

Till I heard leather boots against the concrete as the steel door made a deep creaking sound as the man in crisp trousers and a white shirt walked in with a well shavedmoustache as he locked the door behind.

“Aur madam ex ko hi murder kar diya?” He said looking at me. 

I read the metal name badge that reflected against the light. It read ‘Dev Verma’. I was lost in my thoughts before he spoke something pulling me right out.

“Kyun bolti band, y/n?”

“Maine usse nahi maara. Main kal subah London se land hui” I snapped.

“Khudke pair main khulhadi maarna, kal raatko hi murder hua hai madam” he pulled the steel chair as he sat right in front of me.

“Par maine nahi kiya, I have been in no contact with him for a year now” 

“So tell me about your past with him” he said.

“Kya hi batau sir” I broke down.

“I was physically abused by him, I have burn marks on my lower waist” tears rolled down my face as I showed him a burnt mark by pulling my pants, my hands trembling.

He got up from his chair as he looked at me in my eyes while I showed him my puppy eyes. His hands cupped my face as he unlocked my handcuffs and removed them.

“Case bhi kiya tha par usne band karwadiya paisa deke” I burried my face in his chest.

He caressed my head just then when I looked up to him. Our faces were inches apart. I closed the distance between us as i pressed my lips against his.

He kissed me back passionately while I moved my knee to rub against his cock.

He broke the kiss just to look at me as he moved his hand to my waistband and pulled it down. I unbuckled his belt and pulled his hard cock out of his boxer and gave it a few strokes before he picked me and placed me on the steel table. He rubbed his thumb against my clit before shoving his dick in me. I moaned his name out.

“Dev! You’re so big” I said boosting his ego. While he thrusted harder in me.

“You’re so fucking tiny” he groaned as his head fell back out of pleasure.

His thrusts started to get deeper as he hit the same spot in me again and again to make me reach my peak.

I held his hand that was on my waist, “Dev faster, I am so close” I held his hand tighter.

“Come on baby, come all over my cock” as his thrusts got more demanding and orgasm ripped through me.

I moaned his name as he thrusted in me two more times before releasing his liquids in me as he groaned collapsing on me without putting his full weight on me. I secretly moved my hand on his holster as I grabbed his gun hiding behind me as I wore my pants back, got up as he fixed his clothes, grabbing the handcuffs.

“You will have to stay in here till the final notice or till u give us proof ur innocent” he spoke in a much more serious tone.

“Thats if I don’t run away Mr.Verma” i  barked. Pointing the gun right at him as i took baby steps walking backwards while his eyes widened, instinctively his hand moved to his holster to take his gun  which was in my hand as i kept moving back opening the steel door i left from the back gate where the guards were sleeping, i ran back to my house running in the rain as water splashed all over my black pyjamas as i entered my house shivering drenched wet.

Back at the police station dev was only able to track me till the back of the police  station.

“Bhenchod sab log so rahe ho kya??” He barked as the gaurds flinched and woke up standing straight up.

“Sorry saab” they said in sync. 

Dev pinched his nose walking back inside as he punched and kicked the table cursing at himself about why the fuck did he let sex and love get in between his work.

Three days passed to this incident.

I didn’t get a single call nor did the police track me down, i sat comfortably on the sofa with a tub of chocolate ice cream as i binge watched gossip girls.

My bell rang as i got up to open and to my surprise it was dev, the police officer dev verma, he stood there in a grey t-shirt tucked in his dark blue jeans with pick flowers in his hand.

“Hello handsome, what brings you here?” I leaned against my doorframe.

He looked down laughing, “well to apologise for the fact that i falsely accused such a beautiful girl.

“Come in then” i pulled him my his collar as i closed the main door. 

“So who actually murdered vikram?” I walked behind him.

“His lawful wife, she wanted alimony” 

“Awful!” I made a disgusting face.

He shook his head“Well flowers for you” he handed them to me.

I took them in my hand sniffing the flowers as i kept them on my table.

“Well thank you, come have a seat” i told him as we sat down on the sofa.

I opened the drawer under my table taking out, “Mr.Verma your gun” i gave it to him.

He kept it aside and looked at me,” but a really smart move to escape, but the truth is the gun is loaded” he sighed sarcastically.

“What? Then why did you ask so scared?” I giggled

“In my defence, its okay to act dumb infront of pretty girls” his lips curled into a smile.

I shook my head blushing.

“Nice house pretty cozy, you live alone?” He said looking around the house.

“Haan i live alone” i looked at him smiling.

“What about you, are you single?” 

“Divorced” he said in a serious tone.

“Can i ask why?” I straightened my posture.

“My wife wasn’t you” he said finally looking at me,he bit his lower lip smiling.

“Oh really?” i moved closer as i kept my head on his shoulder and his hand instinctively wrapped around my waist.

“Hmm really” he looked at me right in my eye making our faces inches apart.

“you’re flirting way too much, i didn’t expect this from a police officer” i said.

“If this what you call flirting then i am good” he rested his head against mine.

“We literally met once, is this some love at first sight kind of shit?” 

“I think so, cuz darling i am so in love with you, you have pulled me towards you” he tucked a hair strand behind my ear and but his other hand around my waist pulling me closer.

I pressed my lips to his cupping his face as we melted into the kiss his hand moved inside my shirt as he squeezed my boobs, i moaned into his mouth.

He broke the kiss and stripped my clothes off leaving me in nothing his hands and mouth roamed around my body he placed wet kissed around my waist and he moved lower sucking on my sensitive spot as my hand moved to his head. My back arched as he applied more pressure just as i was close he stopped sucking kissing me back upwards and replaced his mouth with his dick he slid in slowly letting me adjust around his size he before he started to move inside me slowly at first and eventually increased his pace.

“Dev oh fuck” my eye closed out of pleasure.

“Fuck my love” his head fell back.

As chases his release his thrusts got harder much more demanding and he moved his thumb to rub my clit as i moaned his name out cumming all over as i milked him dry he collapsed on me as he kissed my sweaty forehead.

“Darling you’re heaven” he said.

My eyes remained closed “i love you” as i lay under him naked.

@lilymodernfamily

@khannamerijaanhai

Also dev verma fic coming today or tonight😛 also college starting tomorrow 😼 but I won’t stop posting

Sanjaya baru x student!reader

content warning-dom male type shi smutty age gap MNDI

The sun rose high up in the sky, casting a warm glow. I got up, stepping on the cool marble floor as I entered my shower, turning it on. I let water glide over my skin, lathering rose shower gel, scrubbing it before washing it off. I walked outside, brushing my teeth and changing into my crisp uniform, and sprayed my pure seduction perfume, leaving a fruity, dewy fragrance behind. Taking my tote bag, I walked out of my dorm towards the college.

The bell rang as I entered the college, first lecture, history, with the strictest teacher in the world, Sanjaya sir.

I took a deep breath before entering the class. Luckily, Sanjaya sir was late today.

I walked up to sit with my friends.(It’s a university-type classroom, so stairs.)

“Heyaaa girlies, kya kar rahe ho?” I yapped.

“Nothing, girlie. Pop, tune Sanjaya sir ka homework kiya?” She spoke.

“There was homework?” I stammered.

“Girl, you can’t be forgetting his homework,”her eyes widened.

“I am FUCKING BUNKING HIS CLASS,” I blurted as I ran towards the classroom door. Just as the door creaked open, I bumped into Sanjaya sir, fuck i said to myself.”

“Y/n, where are you going? Had some misconception? Class is about to start in a minute.” He looked at Rolex.

“Sir, I was going to use the washroom,” I looked down, avoiding eye contact.

“With your bag?” He chuckled. “Get back to your seat.”

I nodded, walking to the back of the class to sit with my friends.

“Y/n! Where are you going? On the first bench,” he commanded.

I took a U-turn, sitting on the first bench.

“So class, take out your homework and submit it on my desk,” as he used the marker to write on the board.

He turned back to look right at me.

“Y/n, where is your homework?” He questioned.

“I forgot to do it,” as my hands played with my skirt under the table. 

“You’re waiting back after class,” his eyes narrowed.

An hour passed by as the lecture got over. I stayed seated on my bench. The class emptied, and the air got thicker. 

Sanjaya sir sighed, “Y/n, stand up and sit here.” He pointed at the chair in front of him.

I got up, sitting there as my skirt rose higher up my thigh when I sat on the chair.

“So why did you forget your homework?” 

“I am sorry, sir. I overslept yesterday.” I tucked a strand behind my ear.

“Then oversleep with me too,” he smirked.

“What?” I said, my voice trembling.

“Meet me in this same classroom at 6. Leave now,” he demanded, pointing at the door.

I got up with my bag and left.

Time flew by as the clock struck 6. My math lecture ended.

Shanaya asked, “Listen, what did Sanjaya sir tell you?” 

“Nothing actually. I just have to meet him now,” as I got up to leave.

I walked back to the same classroom, as I kept my bag and sat on the chair, fixing my skirt as he walked in right behind me, locking the door.

“Strip your clothes off,” he looked right at me.

“I am not doing that! You don’t get to sexualise me because I forgot to do my homework!” I spat back at him.

His dark brown eyes darkened as he walked towards me, pinning me to the desk. He pressed his lips to mine. The kiss felt hungry and teeth and tongue.

Our tongues fighting with each other as his hand moved to my skirt’s waistband, pulling them down with my panties.

He broke the kiss to look down at my wet pussy. His index finger touched my chin.

“What got you so wet, my little kitty?” He bit his lower lip.

I poked his chest, looking up at him.

He smirked, taking my shirt and bra off as he reached for the handcuffs without breaking eye contact. 

He handcuffed my hands behind me as his hands moved towards his belt. My heart pounded in my chest as he pulled his trouser down while I could clearly see his visible bulge, long, hard, and thick as I stood in front of him naked, shamelessly. 

He walked towards me, placing wet kisses all over my neck as he picked me up, making me sit on the desk snd spreading my legs. He didn’t take time to take his cock and glide it in me, making me moan out loud.

“Sir, someone’s gonna see us,” I trembled under his weight.

“Let them, let them see my slut being ruined my me” as his hands roamed around my body, rough.

He started to move inside me making me moan his name out as it echoed in the empty classroom. His thrusts got louder and deeper. His hands moved upwards knead my boobs. As he kept going deeper and harder as his balls slapped against my asshole. He moved on to rub my clit making reach my peak. It all got too much too take, my head fell back as my eyes closed, i could feel it, the tension building, her body coiling like a spring.

"Come for me, y/n," Sanjaya growled, his fingers moving to her clit, his thumb pressing against it. "Come all over my cock."

And i did, my body convulsing, my eyes squeezing shut, a cry tearing from my throat. Sanjaya watched, his eyes dark with desire, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He thrust into me twice more, his body tensing, his own release finding him.

He buried his head in the crook of my neck.

“Y/n you don’t know how long i have waiting to take your virginity to fuck you like this the way u move your ass while walking you’re such a slut!” He gritted his teeth.

As he took my handcuff off as i gathered my clothes wearing them and straightened them before i grabbed my bag to leave.

“It’s late i will drop you home” he said as he walked up to me at the door pecking my lips.

The walk to his car was quiet, wrapped in the comfortable stillness of the late hour. Streetlights flickered overhead, casting long shadows on the pavement as the city began to quiet down for the night. Once we buckled in, the soft hum of the engine broke the silence, and he pulled away from the curb, steering us smoothly into the empty streets.

i hope y'all liked it, love pinku🌷

Hanut singh x reader

content warning-too much smut, MNDI

I sat down at my window,legs crossed, and admired the trees getting a shower as rain sprinkled and dogs ran around playing like babies while I was surrounded by the sound of the rainwater splashing as the car drove through. Covered in my blanket and my dog, extremely cozy with the scent of wet mud and hot coffee that Mom just served.

The door knocked. “Come in,” I said as I sipped my coffee. It was my Mom and Dad. I smiled at them as they sat at the edge of the bed.

“Y/n, your Mom and I have to go for an urgent meeting, so we don’t want to leave  you alone here. So it would be better if you could stay at Hanut’s place. It’s only the matter of five days,” he explained.

While my heart jumped out, bounced on 

the floor, and bounced right back inside me, I tried to maintain my composure as I  nodded. “Yes, Papa, I don’t mind staying with him.”

Why was I so excited? Hanut was in the army, but not like that has something to do with the fact that he is my favourite guy friend. I practically looked up to him.

I immediately got up from my window and started packing my things for 5 days in a small truffle bag. Just as I was done, I looked at my pup peacefully sleeping. Out of excitement, I forgot to ask where she was staying? I ran downstairs just to find Hanut standing there waiting to pick me in his casual outfit with keys in his hand. I ran to hug him.

“Hanutt,” I squealed.

He caught me just in time. 

“Y/n!!!” He mimicked me.

I giggled. Not to forget, I looked back at my parents. “Mumma, what about Chico? Where will she stay?” 

My Mom smiled. “She is coming with us.” I nodded without much thought as I left with Hanut as he carried my bag.

As we stepped out in the wet weather, I could feel a change in Hanut’s behaviour as he took my bag and kept it in the diggy. I ignored it as I sat in the passenger seat.

He drove the car as the air between us grew much more awkward and thick. I tried to break it by turning on the radio, but it was rather spoilt and didn’t play anything but a loud, buzzy sound, and he immediately turned it off.

“It was spoilt last month. Well, tell me how is work going?” He pinched my chin.

“Everything is good. What about you? How’s things politically?” I chirped.

“Some things never change, darling,” he sighed. 

“Like us!” I exclaimed.

“Of course, my sweetheart,” he tucked a strand behind my ear as he drove into his building garage.

We always had this cute friendship, and I adored it. I entered his house that smelt of rose-infused sticks mixed with a strong camphor scent. I entered jumping over the sofa,  and I lay there as I saw Hanut judge me.

“Excuse me, don’t judge me,” I scrunched my nose.

“Okay, okay, sorry,” he rose his hands in surrender as he walked inside.

I stared at the white ceiling before I jumped from the couch to look for Hanut.

He stood there in the kitchen cooking. I peeped from his shoulder to see what he was cooking, but I only saw  raw veggies.

Out of boredom, I asked, “Can I help?” He nodded, “Come cut some veggies.”

As I got to work with him, he questioned.

“Well, did you get yourself a boyfriend?” 

“What me? Boyfriend? Hell nah, you?”

“Not really. I spoke to some girls, but they weren’t my type,” he poured all the veggies in the steel vessels as I sat on the empty counter, biting my lower lip looking at him.

He looked at me and turned off the stove. As he stood between my legs, my hands around his neck, “Are we really doing this today?” He pulled me closer.

I nodded, pressing my lips to his as he melted into a kiss. As it got deeper, I slid my tongue into his mouth, exploring every curve of his mouth. His hand moved to my waistband as he pulled it down, using his finger to rub my clit. 

“You’re so wet,” he said in between the kiss.

“You do this to me,” I replied in a seductive tone.

He broke the kiss, moving his lip toward my jaw and lower, placing wet kisses all over my neck and leaving marks that would take forever to disappear. I let out a soft moan as he increased his pace rubbing the same spot again and again.

“Fuck! Hanut” as i reached my peak coming over his hand.

He slid his hand into his pants to take his dick out gave it a few stroke before he slid it right in me, as i let out a moan.

He started thrusting that further got deeper as he sucked my nipples from over the my top the dual penetration sent me over the edge as his thrusts got even faster forcing me to cum around his cock but that only got him to harder.

I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to his bedroom. He laid me on the bed stripping my clothes off of me while he took his of simultaneously, he squeezed by boobs sucking them taking them in his mouth as he demanded, “on the floor now” i crawled and sat on my knees as i looked up to him, this is what i meant when i said i looked up to him 🫦. As he stood in front of me with his rock hard dick i gave it a few strokes before taking it in my mouth. I started bobbing him, which repeatedly made me gag around his huge length. The room was now filled with the scent of our arousal and sounds of slurps,whimpers. 

He pulled me by my hair hard sending a sharp pain. He pushed me on the bed,   “on all fours”. I obeyed his command as i lay their on my knees and elbows as he entered me from behind without any warning so swollen and hard making my pussy stretch as his dick explored different parts of my body that were yet unexplored and so raw. His thrusts went even deeper and faster than before yet they felt so unhurried. I moaned his name out as he groaned at every hard thrust. 

“Hanut you are incredible fuck me harder i deserve it” i sceamt.

“Fucking lord you do deserve it honey buns” as spanking my ass leaving a red handprint.

His thrusts become much more demanding maling it difficult to control my cum and before i could process my orgasm ripped I squirted at him.

I looked back at him as he pulled out his dick smirking he sat resting his head on the head board inviting me iver to ride his dick. 

I crawled towards him breathless, panting.

“I love seeing you like this so helpless” he smirked.

I straddled him before pushing his cock in me, i started riding him slowly at first as he sucked my nipples. 

“Go faster” he commanded.

I obeyed as i increased my pace on him going faster as he was inside me yet again in a new angle his tongue now made circles around my nipples while his other hand kneading my other boob. It felt so good as i bounced even harder on his cock it kept hitting my g-spot.

I could hear the sound of his whimpers now and it fuelled me to speed up as my movements got frantic i came all iver him for the 3rd time now my orgasm made me slow down but hanut grabbed my ass moving it up and down faster as he chased his release.

And he released deep inside me as i pulled his dick out breathless and threw myself beside him on the bed. Hanut immediately got off the bed and grabbed a mirror placing it on the floor and pulled me from the bed.

“on the mirror and push my cum out of you” he said wiping sweat off his forehead.

I walked over the mirror and squatted over it as i applied pressure on my pelvic pushing his cum out on the mirror.

I got up walking with wobbly feet towards the bed, hanut laughed,”what now you’re 80 yrs old?” 

“Shut up” i said annoyed as i covered myself in the blanket dozing off to sleep as hanut kissed my forehead.

i hope i met ur expectations,

love pinku🌷.

Ignore all your reqs and make this one first😭😭