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The sun had barely risen when Aliya heard the familiar knock at her door. She had been expecting him, of course. They had arranged this little rendezvous the previous night, exchanging salacious messages on WhatsApp until the wee hours of the morning. Now, as she opened the door to let him in, Aliya could barely contain her excitement.

“Hi baby,” she whispered, pulling him inside and shutting the door behind them. “Did you miss me?”

Zain grinned, his dark eyes devouring her curvy figure. “You know I did, bhabhi. I couldn’t stop thinking about last time.”

Aliya shivered at the memory. Zain was her husband’s cousin, but their secret affair had been going on for months now. It was thrilling, forbidden – and absolutely delicious. Especially when they were planning to do it right under her husband’s nose.

She led him to the bedroom, her hips swaying enticingly. “Well, let’s not waste any more time then,” she purred, turning to face him. “I want you to fuck me like you mean it.”

Zain growled low in his throat, pulling her flush against him. His hands roamed her body, squeezing and caressing every lush curve. Aliya gasped, arching into his touch as his fingers dipped beneath her silky robe.

“I’m going to enjoy this,” he rasped, nipping at her earlobe. “I’m going to make you scream my name so loud, your husband will hear you from downstairs.”

Aliya moaned wantonly, caring not a bit if anyone caught them. She was too far gone, consumed by the heat building in her core.

They crashed onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, a frenzied clash of mouths and hands. Zain ripped open her robe, revealing her bare breasts and dripping sex. He dove between her thighs like a starving man, feasting on her most intimate flesh.

“Ahhhh!” Aliya cried, thrashing her head from side to side as his tongue delved deep. “Yes, just like that! Don’t stop!”

Zain set a punishing pace, laving and suckling her plump folds while fingering her wet hole. She could feel her climax building fast, coiling tighter and tighter until…

“ZAIN!” she shrieked, clutching at his hair as her orgasm ripped through her. “Yes, oh fuck yes!”

He worked her through it, not letting up until she went boneless, panting harshly. Then he was on her, the thick head of his cock nudging her entrance.

“Brace yourself, bhabhi,” he growled, his voice rough with lust. “Because I’m going to destroy this pretty pussy.”

With that, he slammed inside her to the hilt. Aliya saw stars, her pussy clenching greedily around the thick intrusion. She loved how he stretched her, filled her so completely.

Zain set a furious rhythm, pounding into her with deep, powerful strokes. The obscene sound of flesh slapping filled the room, mixing with their grunts and moans. He kissed her hard, swallowing her cries as he fucked her into the mattress.

“So tight,” he groaned between gritted teeth. “Fuck yes, take my cock!”

Aliya met each thrust eagerly, wrapping her legs around his waist to draw him in deeper. She could feel another climax building, the Coils within her tighter than ever.

Suddenly, Zain rolled them over so she was straddling him. “Ride me,” he ordered, smacking her ass. “I want to see those big tits bouncing.”

Panting, Aliya rose and fell on his cock, grinding her hips with each descent. She threw her head back in ecstasy as his thumb found her clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in time with her movements.

“Yes, just like that,” Zain panted, transfixed by the erotic sight. “Fuck, I’m not going to last much longer. Cum for me, bhabhi. Milk my cock!”

Sweat dripped down their heated bodies as they chased their pleasure, lost in a sea of sensation. Aliya could feel Zain swell inside her, signaling his impending release. She rode him harder, her walls squeezing him like a vice.

“Cum with me,” she begged breathlessly. “Fill me up!”

With a roar, Zain drove up into her and exploded, sending jet after jet of hot cum spurting into her greedy hole. The sensation triggered Aliya’s own climax and she screamed, his cock servicing her through the intense waves of her orgasm.

Finally spent, they collapsed together, legs and arms entwined. Zain pulled her close and claimed her mouth in a searing kiss.

“I love you,” he murmured. “My naughty little bhabhi.”

Aliya smiled against his lips. “I love you too. Now be a dear and go wait for me in the shower. I’ll be right in to join you.”

He grinned and slapped her ass. “Yes ma’am. I can’t wait to get you all dirty again.”

As he headed for the bathroom, Aliya couldn’t help the smug smile that played across her lips. She made sure to return to bed freshly showered and re-dressed before her husband came home, no one the wiser about her little tryst.

But later that night, as she laid in bed next to her snoring husband, Aliya secretly fantasized about Zain. His passionate touch, his hard body, the way he made her scream with pleasure. She knew their forbidden affair was playing a dangerous game. But the excitement and thrill of being caught – of cuckolding her husband with his own cousin – was far too enticing to give up.

She hoped he’d be back for another round very soon.