Chapter 1: The Party Spark
Priya leaned against the bar, her red saree hugging every curve, when Ahmed slid up with that cocky grin. 'Your boyfriend's boring you to death over there, isn't he? I saw the way you eye me like you're starving.'
She smirked, strong and unyielding. 'He's my problem, not yours. But if you're offering something better, prove it. I'm not some submissive toy—I take what I want.'
Ahmed chuckled, voice low. 'Feisty Hindu queen. My cock's already hard thinking about that wet pussy of yours. Want a taste?'
Priya's eyes flashed with wit. 'Talk is cheap. Show me that Muslim meat before I decide my ass needs something bigger than my BF's sad attempts.' They slipped to the balcony, panting as hands roamed. She pushed him down, horny and dripping, yanking his pants free. 'On your knees? No, I'm in charge.'
She dropped for a filthy blowjob, sucking his thick cock deep while sweating under the night lights. 'Mmm, so hard and veiny—my BF could never.' Ahmed groaned, 'Your pussy's calling me, dripping already.' Priya laughed sharply, 'Then fuck it, but remember who's riding.'
They tumbled to the floor, her straddling him strong. He thrust into her soaked pussy, ass slapping as she ground hard, cum building fast. 'Yes, pound my cheating cunt!' she commanded, panting. He came hard, filling her with hot cum while she climaxed, bodies sweating and dripping. 'This is just the start—you'll be my wife soon, leaving that loser behind.' Priya winked, already plotting her filthy new life.
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