Harshad’s hands slid higher, his rough palms cupping her bouncing breasts, squeezing and teasing her already hard nipples. The mix of pleasure and pain had her gasping, her movements becoming more desperate, more erratic. “That’s my girl,” he murmured darkly, his thumbs circling her sensitive peaks. “Let me see you fall apart on my cock. I wanna feel your cunt squeezing me tight when you come.” His words were a command, one she couldn’t resist even if she wanted to.

Her thighs trembled as the pressure inside her coiled tighter and tighter, her climax hovering just out of reach. Every thrust, every groan from Harshad pushed her closer to the edge. She could feel him pulsing inside her, his own release building with every snap of his hips. “I’m so close,” she whimpered, her voice breaking. “Harshad, please… I need to come.”