The car engine hums as he speeds down the storm-damaged road, one hand gripping the wheel, the other already snaking over to her lap. His fingers hook into the waistband of her pants, tugging them down roughly over her hips despite the awkward angle. "Dev, let's get home first—you're driving, and the roads are a mess!" Maya protests, her voice a mix of worry and building arousal as she tries to push his hand away.
He doesn't even glance at her, his eyes fixed on the dark, wet road ahead. "Ssshhh," he hisses, his voice thick with impatience and lust. "Let me do whatever I'm doing. You already made me stop once—don't you dare stop me again. Tum mujhe pagal kar rahi ho, and I need you so fucking bad. You always make me this horny, this hard." His fingers find her wetness, slipping past her panties to circle her clit with a rough, urgent pressure. "Just keep moaning my name and be ready for my swollen, fat cock. For that, you need to keep coming."
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