Rajveer had Ishita pinned against the wall, her dress shoved up around her waist. Two thick fingers were buried deep inside her, moving in and out with wet, filthy sounds.

Rajveer: “Fuck… you’re dripping. Your father’s best friend is about to ruin this tight little pussy and you’re already soaking my fingers.”

Ishita’s head fell back, a broken moan slipping out.

Ishita: “Please… don’t stop. I’ve touched myself thinking about you for years.”

Rajveer’s eyes darkened. He curled his fingers and pressed harder against that sweet spot inside her.

Rajveer: “Years? You little slut. All this time you were getting wet for the man who used to pick you up from school?”

Ishita: “Yes… God, yes. Only for you.”

He pulled his fingers out, freed his cock, and slammed inside her in one deep thrust. Ishita cried out, nails digging into his shoulders.

Rajveer: “Then take it. Take every inch like the dirty girl you are. This cock belongs inside you now.”