The kitchen was dimly lit, the wooden dining table sturdy under the weight of their urgency. Raj grabbed Priya by the waist, hoisting her up and slamming her back against the cool surface, her legs dangling off the edge. She gasped, her skirt hiking up to reveal her lace panties, already damp with anticipation. His eyes darkened with hunger as he towered over her, one hand shooting up to wrap around her slender throat, squeezing firmly enough to make her vision blur at the edges.

'Tu meri hai aaj raat,' Raj growled in Hindi, his voice rough like gravel, thumb pressing into her pulse. Priya whimpered, her body arching instinctively, pussy clenching at the dominance in his tone. 'Haan, Raj... le lo mujhe,' she moaned softly, her voice breathy and submissive.

He tightened his grip on her neck, leaning down to spit directly into her parted lips. The warm saliva hit her tongue, and she swallowed greedily, eyes watering as the salty tang mixed with her rising arousal. 'Good, Girl,' he praised mockingly, slapping her cheek lightly—not hard enough to bruise, but sharp enough to sting and make her yelp.

Raj's free hand yanked her top open, buttons scattering across the floor, exposing her heaving breasts. He pinched her nipple roughly, twisting until she cried out, 'Ahh! Raj, dard ho raha hai... but don't stop.' He smirked, releasing her throat only to flip her over onto her stomach, her ass now perched high on the table's edge. With a swift motion, he hiked her skirt further and ripped her panties down her thighs, the fabric tearing audibly.

His palm came down hard on her right cheek, the spank echoing in the quiet kitchen, leaving a red handprint blooming on her pale skin. Priya bucked, moaning loudly, 'Ohh, haan! Zor se maaro!' Another spank followed on the left, the sting making her pussy drip onto the table. Raj spread her cheeks wide, exposing her tight asshole, and without warning, he spat on it, rubbing the saliva in with his thumb before pressing it inside.

She squirmed, the intrusion burning sweetly as he worked his thumb deeper. 'Relax kar, randi,' he commanded, his other hand fisting her hair to pull her head back. Priya nodded frantically, biting her lip to stifle a moan that turned into a full-throated 'Mmmph!' when he added a finger to her pussy, stretching her simultaneously.

Pulling his fingers out, Raj unzipped his jeans, his thick cock springing free, veined and throbbing. He aligned it with her asshole, pushing the head past the ring of muscle in one firm thrust. Priya screamed, the fullness overwhelming, her body trembling as he sank deeper. 'Fuck, itna tight... le le mera lund gaand mein,' he grunted, starting to pound into her ass with rough, unrelenting strokes.

The table creaked under them, her breasts scraping against the wood with each impact. She pushed back, meeting his hips, moans spilling from her lips—'Ahh! Haan, chod mujhe... zor se!' Raj reached around, fingers finding her clit and rubbing circles, making her walls flutter even without penetration there. He spanked her again, the slap punctuating his thrusts, her ass jiggling from the force.

Not content with just anal, Raj grabbed the thick cucumber from the nearby counter—long and girthy, perfect for their games. He lubed it hastily with her own juices, then slid it into her pussy while his cock stayed buried in her ass. Double penetration hit her like a wave, both holes stuffed full, the pressure building intensely. 'Dono taraf se bhari hui... cum kar jaa ,' he ordered, alternating his thrusts: cock in, toy out, then reverse.

Priya's moans turned into wails, her body convulsing as orgasm ripped through her. 'Raj! Main... ahhh! Aa rahi hoon!' Juices squirted around the cucumber, soaking the table, but he didn't stop, fucking her through it mercilessly. Pulling out of her ass with a wet pop, he withdrew the toy too, leaving her holes gaping and needy.

He flipped her onto her back again, the table protesting the shift. Straddling her chest, Raj fed his cock—slick from her ass—into her eager mouth for a blowjob. 'Chus mera lund, poora le andar,' he demanded, gripping her hair and thrusting deep. Priya gagged, saliva bubbling at the corners of her lips as she sucked hard, tongue swirling around the shaft, hollowing her cheeks to take him to the hilt.

Tears streamed down her face from the roughness, but she moaned around him, vibrations sending shivers up his spine. 'Haan, aise hi... choke kar uspe,' he groaned, face-fucking her until her throat bulged. A light slap to her face urged her on, her eyes locking with his in submission.

Satisfied, Raj pulled out, strings of spit connecting her lips to his tip. He hooked her legs over his shoulders, folding her in half on the narrow table in a deep, exposing position. His cock slammed back into her pussy, the angle hitting her G-spot with every brutal plunge. 'Yeh position mein teri chut aur gehri lagti hai,' he panted, choking her again as he rutted like an animal.

Priya clawed at his arms, moans incessant—'Ohh god, Raj! Bhar do mujhe... breed karo!' The breeding talk ignited him; he pounded harder, the table legs scraping the floor. Sweat dripped from his brow onto her tits, and he spanked one breast sharply, watching it bounce. Her walls clenched around him, second orgasm building fast.

With a feral roar, Raj buried himself to the cervix and came, hot spurts of cum flooding her pussy, breeding her deep. 'Le mera seed, andar hi rakh!' he snarled, thrusting through the pulses, ensuring every drop stayed inside. But he wasn't done—pulling out midway, he aimed the last ropes across her stomach and face in messy cumshots, white streaks painting her skin.

Panting, he collapsed over her, hand still loosely around her throat, a possessive glint in his eye. Priya lay there, spent and marked, a satisfied moan escaping her lips. 'Aur chahiye?' he whispered, already hardening again.

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