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#Near_the_Window @Akash0011117 🔱♥️ The next afternoon the doorbell rang at the exact same time. I opened it already wet. Akash stepped inside, locked the door, and looked at me for a long second. Without a word he reached out, pulled my abaya off in one motion, and left me standing in only the hijab. “Aaj window ke paas,” he said quietly. “Jaise last night kaha tha.” My heart started beating faster. He walked me to the large living-room window that faced the quiet side street. The curtains were only half-drawn. Anyone walking past at the right angle could see movement inside if they looked carefully. Akash stood behind me, pressed his chest to my back, and slowly slid his hands down my stomach until his fingers were between my legs. “Dekh bahar,” he murmured against my ear. “Log guzar rahe hain. Aur tu yahan nangi khadi hai… sirf hijab mein… apne Hindu Daddy ke haath mein.” I shivered as he pushed two fingers inside me. “Haan Daddy… dekh rahi hoon.” He opened his pants, pulled his already hard cock out, and rubbed it slowly between my ass cheeks while still fingering me. Then he bent me forward just enough, lined himself up, and pushed into my cunt in one smooth, deep thrust. I gasped. “Shhh…” he whispered, one hand coming up to cover my mouth gently. “Awaaz nahi. Koi sun le to problem hogi. Bas apni geeli chuut se mere lund ko pakde reh.” He fucked me slow and deep right there in front of the window. Every stroke made my tits sway. Every time a car or someone walked past on the street below, he would grind even deeper and hold himself inside me. “Imagine kar… koi idhar dekh le. Ek nangi hijabi ladki, window ke peeche, kisi mote lund pe chadh ke khadi hai. Unko pata bhi nahi chalega ke yeh kisi ki shaadi-shuda biwi hai… jo roz apne ghar mein chudwa rahi hai.” I moaned into his palm, pushing back to take him deeper. He kept the pace steady, almost controlled, but the things he said grew filthier with every minute. “Meri jaan… meri randi… dekh kaise teri chuut mujhe kheench rahi hai. Tera shohar office mein baitha hoga, soch raha hoga uski biwi ghar pe safe hai. Jabki uski biwi window ke paas nangi khadi hai aur kisi aur ka cum lene wali hai.” I reached back and gripped his thigh, voice muffled under his hand. “Daddy… andar hi daalna… please. Main chahti hoon jab woh aaye to main abhi bhi bhari hui hoon.” “Hamesha daalta hoon, pyari. Tu jaanti hai.” He moved his hand from my mouth to my throat, not tight, just holding, and started fucking me a little harder. The wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of me filled the quiet living room. Outside, life continued normally. Inside, I was being claimed again. When he got close he pulled out, turned me around, lifted one of my legs, and pushed back into me while I faced him. Now my back was to the window. Anyone looking in would see a naked woman with a hijab, leg raised, being fucked against the glass. Akash held my face and kissed me deeply while he thrust up into me. “Meri ho ja… bilkul meri. Yeh ghar, yeh jism, yeh window… sab jagah main tujhe apna bana chuka hoon. Bol.” “Aapki hoon, Daddy… poori tarah. Aapki raand… aapki jaan… aapki cumdump.” He came hard, burying himself as deep as he could, flooding me while he kept kissing me. I felt every pulse. I held him tightly, legs shaking, cunt milking him for everything he gave. Afterward he stayed inside me for a long time, forehead against mine, breathing the same air. His hand gently stroked my back. “Weekend wala plan… main serious hoon,” he said softly. “Jaldi hi. Ek poora weekend. Tujhe itna use karunga ke tu bhool jaayegi ke tera koi shohar bhi hai.” I smiled against his lips, still full of him. “Main ready hoon, Daddy. Jab bhi aap kahein.” 1/2

his_hoejabi's tweet photo. #Near_the_Window
@Akash0011117 🔱♥️

The next afternoon the doorbell rang at the exact same time.
I opened it already wet. Akash stepped inside, locked the door, and looked at me for a long second. Without a word he reached out, pulled my abaya off in one motion, and left me standing in only the hijab.
“Aaj window ke paas,” he said quietly. “Jaise last night kaha tha.”
My heart started beating faster.
He walked me to the large living-room window that faced the quiet side street. The curtains were only half-drawn. Anyone walking past at the right angle could see movement inside if they looked carefully. Akash stood behind me, pressed his chest to my back, and slowly slid his hands down my stomach until his fingers were between my legs.
“Dekh bahar,” he murmured against my ear. “Log guzar rahe hain. Aur tu yahan nangi khadi hai… sirf hijab mein… apne Hindu Daddy ke haath mein.”
I shivered as he pushed two fingers inside me.
“Haan Daddy… dekh rahi hoon.”
He opened his pants, pulled his already hard cock out, and rubbed it slowly between my ass cheeks while still fingering me. Then he bent me forward just enough, lined himself up, and pushed into my cunt in one smooth, deep thrust.
I gasped.
“Shhh…” he whispered, one hand coming up to cover my mouth gently. “Awaaz nahi. Koi sun le to problem hogi. Bas apni geeli chuut se mere lund ko pakde reh.”
He fucked me slow and deep right there in front of the window. Every stroke made my tits sway. Every time a car or someone walked past on the street below, he would grind even deeper and hold himself inside me.
“Imagine kar… koi idhar dekh le. Ek nangi hijabi ladki, window ke peeche, kisi mote lund pe chadh ke khadi hai. Unko pata bhi nahi chalega ke yeh kisi ki shaadi-shuda biwi hai… jo roz apne ghar mein chudwa rahi hai.”
I moaned into his palm, pushing back to take him deeper.
He kept the pace steady, almost controlled, but the things he said grew filthier with every minute.
“Meri jaan… meri randi… dekh kaise teri chuut mujhe kheench rahi hai. Tera shohar office mein baitha hoga, soch raha hoga uski biwi ghar pe safe hai. Jabki uski biwi window ke paas nangi khadi hai aur kisi aur ka cum lene wali hai.”
I reached back and gripped his thigh, voice muffled under his hand.
“Daddy… andar hi daalna… please. Main chahti hoon jab woh aaye to main abhi bhi bhari hui hoon.”
“Hamesha daalta hoon, pyari. Tu jaanti hai.”
He moved his hand from my mouth to my throat, not tight, just holding, and started fucking me a little harder. The wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of me filled the quiet living room. Outside, life continued normally. Inside, I was being claimed again.
When he got close he pulled out, turned me around, lifted one of my legs, and pushed back into me while I faced him. Now my back was to the window. Anyone looking in would see a naked woman with a hijab, leg raised, being fucked against the glass.
Akash held my face and kissed me deeply while he thrust up into me.
“Meri ho ja… bilkul meri. Yeh ghar, yeh jism, yeh window… sab jagah main tujhe apna bana chuka hoon. Bol.”
“Aapki hoon, Daddy… poori tarah. Aapki raand… aapki jaan… aapki cumdump.”
He came hard, burying himself as deep as he could, flooding me while he kept kissing me. I felt every pulse. I held him tightly, legs shaking, cunt milking him for everything he gave.
Afterward he stayed inside me for a long time, forehead against mine, breathing the same air. His hand gently stroked my back.
“Weekend wala plan… main serious hoon,” he said softly. “Jaldi hi. Ek poora weekend. Tujhe itna use karunga ke tu bhool jaayegi ke tera koi shohar bhi hai.”
I smiled against his lips, still full of him.
“Main ready hoon, Daddy. Jab bhi aap kahein.”
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Foxy Joy @Foxy_Joy_Art

over 3 years ago

Completed YCH for Akaya-Nightmoon (https://t.co/FH8zjrPA68) You can see this and other YCH on my Furaffinity account : https://t.co/fzg7F32h7N #furry #furryartist #furryartwork #YCH #furry_leopard #wings #Near_the_window

Foxy_Joy_Art's tweet photo. Completed YCH for Akaya-Nightmoon (https://t.co/FH8zjrPA68)

You can see this and other YCH on my Furaffinity account :
https://t.co/fzg7F32h7N

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