Chapter 1: Unleashed Desires
I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. Ethan had just strutted in from the gym, his white skin glistening with sweat, muscles taut under his tight tee. The scent of his raw, unwashed body hit me like a fucking freight train, and I, Priya, with my long, luscious dark hair and curves that could kill—double D’s and an ass to match—was already dripping wet. I’d heard the whispers from my girlfriends back in Mumbai about white guys and their legendary cocks, how they dwarfed the inadequate pricks of Indian men. But Ethan? He was about to blow every damn expectation out of the water.
‘Gonna clean up, babe,’ he grunted, heading for the bathroom, his voice thick with that post-workout rasp. I smirked, my pussy already throbbing. Clean up? Fuck that. I wasn’t waiting for shit—literally.
I pushed the bathroom door open, and there he was, sitting on the throne, mid-shit. The stench hit me, raw and filthy, and goddamn if it didn’t make me hornier. His eyes widened, a mix of shock and amusement. ‘What the fuck, Priya? I’m taking a dump here!’
‘And I’m fucking starving for you,’ I shot back, dropping to my knees on the cold tile. His cock was right there, half-hard already, and I didn’t give a shit about the situation. I wrapped my lips around him, tasting the slight tang of urine on his skin. ‘Mmm, you dirty white bastard, you taste like sin.’
He groaned, gripping the edge of the sink. ‘You’re one nasty little Indian slut, aren’t you? Fuck, that mouth.’ I grinned around his growing hardness, diving deeper, my tongue slipping under his foreskin. The dick cheese beneath was a salty, musky treat, and I lapped it up like a goddamn queen, cleaning his head with every flick. ‘Shit, Priya, you’re gonna make me blow right here.’
‘Not yet, you pale fucker,’ I growled, pulling back, my lips slick with spit. He hadn’t even wiped, but I didn’t care. I yanked him up, dragging him to my bed, the smell of his unwashed ass trailing us. ‘Lie down. I’m not done feasting.’
He raised a brow, smirking. ‘You’re fucking insane, you know that?’ But he obeyed, sprawling out, his sweaty body a canvas of pure lust. I spread his cheeks, diving in without hesitation, my tongue lashing over his filthy hole. The fecal flavor was raw, bitter, and fucking divine. I moaned, my pussy aching as I cleaned him, owning every inch of him.
‘Holy fuck, Priya, you’re a goddamn animal,’ he panted, his cock rock-hard now, twitching with every swipe of my tongue. ‘No one’s ever—shit, you’re gonna make me lose it.’
‘Good,’ I purred, pulling back, my face smeared with his mess. ‘Now give me more. I want it all, you dirty white stud.’ I positioned myself beneath him, my mouth open, hungry, as he hesitated only a second before giving in to my depravity. The taste was overwhelming, a forbidden thrill, and I took it all, reveling in the sheer filth of it.
He was sweating now, panting hard, his eyes wild. ‘Fuck, Priya, you’re unreal. I can’t hold back—’ His voice broke as he grabbed his cock, stroking fast. I knelt before him, my dark hair a mess, my body aching for the finale. ‘Cum for me, Ethan. Paint this brown bitch white.’
With a guttural roar, he exploded, hot cum splattering across my face, dripping down my throat. I swallowed what I could, the rest smearing over my skin like a fucking trophy. We were both breathless, the air thick with the scent of sex and sin, and I knew this was just the beginning of our filthy little game.
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