She was supposed to be at the temple that evening, but instead Priya found herself in his small apartment, the smell of his aftershave and sweat already thick in the air. Rahim didn’t waste time with small talk. The second the door clicked shut he had her against the wall, his mouth crushing hers, tongue pushing deep while his hands yanked up her salwar.
“Been wanting this tight Hindu pussy all week,” he growled, fingers shoving straight into her panties. She was already soaked. He laughed low, two thick fingers sliding into her cunt and pumping hard. “Look at you, dripping for a Muslim cock. Your family would lose their minds.”
Priya moaned, hips rocking against his hand. “Shut up and fuck me.”
Rahim spun her around, bent her over the arm of the couch, and ripped her bottoms down to her knees. He spat on his fingers and rubbed her asshole for a second before lining his thick, veiny cock up with her entrance. One hard thrust and he was balls-deep inside her, stretching her wide.
“Fuck yes,” she gasped, gripping the cushions. He didn’t go slow. He fucked her like he owned her, hips slapping loud against her ass, balls swinging and hitting her clit with every stroke. Her bangles jingled wildly as he pounded her.
“Say it,” he ordered, pulling her hair. “Tell me whose cock is ruining you.”
“Yours,” she panted. “Your Muslim cock is fucking my Hindu cunt so good.”
He reached under her and rubbed her swollen clit in fast circles while he kept driving in deep. Priya came hard, legs shaking, juices running down her thighs. Rahim didn’t stop. He flipped her onto her back on the floor, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and slammed back inside.
Her tits bounced with every thrust. He leaned down and sucked one nipple hard, teeth scraping, while his cock kept battering her cervix. “Gonna fill this pussy up,” he grunted. “Breed you with my load.”
Priya’s eyes rolled back. “Do it. Cum in me.”
Rahim’s rhythm turned brutal, short and vicious, until he buried himself to the hilt and unloaded. Hot, thick ropes of cum flooded her cunt, overflowing and leaking out around his shaft. He stayed inside her, grinding slow, pushing every drop deeper while she trembled through another smaller orgasm.
They didn’t move for a long minute, breathing hard.
Then Rahim pulled out, watching his cum drip from her swollen, used hole. He dragged two fingers through the mess and pushed them into her mouth.
“Clean it,” he said. She sucked them greedily, tasting both of them.
Later, on the bed, he took her again, slower this time but just as filthy. He made her ride him while he slapped her ass and called her his dirty little Hindu slut. She came twice more before he flipped her onto all fours and fucked another load into her from behind.
By morning her thighs were sticky, her cunt sore and satisfied, and Rahim was already hard again against her back. She reached down and guided him back inside without a word. The sun was rising, but neither of them cared.
