Part 2:Secret Messages

Wed, 17 Dec 2025 14:31:16 +0000

Aryan, a tall and muscular Hindu Days later, Aisha convinced Omar to return to the garage for a 'check-up.' While Omar haggled over the bill inside, Aisha wandered to the back alley where Aryan was smoking. 'You came back,' Aryan said, stepping close, his breath hot on her neck. She nodded, heart pounding. 'I couldn't stop thinking about you.' He pulled out his phone. 'Give me your number. Just for emergencies,' he teased. She hesitated, glancing toward the door, then typed it quickly.That evening, as Omar prayed in the living room, Aisha's phone buzzed in the kitchen. 'What are you wearing under that hijab?' Aryan's message read. Her pussy clenched. 'Nothing you need to know,' she replied, but added a winking emoji. The texts escalated: him describing how he'd pin her against the wall and suck her nipples until she begged; her admitting how wet she got imagining his thick Hindu cock stretching her. One night, Omar fucked her missionary style, grunting quickly before rolling over. Aisha closed her eyes, pretending it was Aryan pounding her, her fingers circling her clit discreetly to finish herself off. The next message from Aryan: 'Tell your husband I fixed his car. But I want to fix you next.' She bit her lip, already planning their first meet.