Your fingers clenched around his wrist, tugging him urgently toward the garage. His family was inside, laughing over dinner, oblivious to the fire burning between you two. Rumi’s heart pounded in her chest as she pulled Akshay through the door, the heavy metal latch clicking shut behind them. The air was thick with the scent of motor oil and dust, but all she could focus on was the heat radiating from his body as he stood there, his eyes dark with desire.“Rumi,” he growled, his voice low and rough, “what are you doing?”“You know exactly what I’m doing,” she whispered, her breath hitching as she pressed her body against his. Her hands slid up his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath his shirt, her fingers trembling with need. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. “I’ve been craving you all day. I need you. Now.”Akshay didn’t need any more encouragement. His hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer as his lips crashed against hers. The kiss was hungry, desperate, his tongue sliding into her mouth with a possessive urgency that made her knees weak. Rumi moaned softly, her body arching into his as his hands roamed down her back, squeezing her ass roughly.She broke the kiss, panting, and looked up at him with pleading eyes. “Fuck me. Please. I need it rough. I need to feel you.”A groan escaped his lips as he spun her around, pressing her front against the cool metal of the car behind her. His hands pushed her skirt up, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips as he yanked her panties down. Rumi bit her lip, anticipation coursing through her veins as she felt his hardness press against her bare skin.“You’re so fucking wet,” he murmured, his voice thick with arousal as he teased his fingers along her slit. She whimpered, pushing back against him, needing more. “Please, Akshay. Don’t tease. Just take me.”He didn’t hesitate. With one swift motion, he positioned himself at her entrance, his cock thick and demanding. He pushed in slowly at first, the stretch making her gasp, but then he thrust deep, burying himself inside her completely. Rumi’s eyes fluttered shut, a strangled moan escaping her lips as she felt him fill her to the hilt.“God, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his hands gripping her hips tighter as he began to move. Each thrust was deep and deliberate, driving into her with a force that made her legs shake. Rumi’s fingers scrabbled against the car for purchase, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as pleasure coiled tightly in her belly.She tried to stay quiet, biting down hard on her lip as another moan threatened to escape. But it was impossible—the sensation was too much. She buried her face in his shoulder, muffling her cries as he pounded into her, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge.“That’s it,” he whispered hoarsely, his breath hot against her ear. “Take it. You’re such a good girl for me.”His words sent a shiver down her spine, and she could feel herself tightening around him as the pressure built. Her nails dug into his shoulders, her body trembling with the intensity of it all.“Come for me,” he demanded, his voice rough with need. And she did—her orgasm crashing over her in waves as she clenched around him, her body convulsing with pleasure. Akshay followed her over the edge with a low growl, spilling himself inside her with a final, shuddering thrust.For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies pressed together as they caught their breath. Then he pulled out slowly, leaving her feeling empty and dripping with his release. Rumi turned to face him, a lazy smile spreading across her lips.“Good little anal slut?” she teased, her voice sultry and low.Akshay chuckled, pulling her close again. “The best.”

Your fingers clenched around his wrist, tugging him urgently toward the garage. His family was inside, laughing over dinner, oblivious to the fire burning between you two. Rumi’s heart pounded in her chest as she pulled Akshay through the door, the heavy metal latch clicking shut behind them. The air was thick with the scent of motor oil and dust, but all she could focus on was the heat radiating from his body as he stood there, his eyes dark with desire.

“Rumi,” he growled, his voice low and rough, “what are you doing?”

“You know exactly what I’m doing,” she whispered, her breath hitching as she pressed her body against his. Her hands slid up his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath his shirt, her fingers trembling with need. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. *“I’ve been craving you all day. I need you. Now.”*

Akshay didn’t need any more encouragement. His hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer as his lips crashed against hers. The kiss was hungry, desperate, his tongue sliding into her mouth with a possessive urgency that made her knees weak. Rumi moaned softly, her body arching into his as his hands roamed down her back, squeezing her ass roughly.

She broke the kiss, panting, and looked up at him with pleading eyes. *“Fuck me. Please. I need it rough. I need to feel you.”*

A groan escaped his lips as he spun her around, pressing her front against the cool metal of the car behind her. His hands pushed her skirt up, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips as he yanked her panties down. Rumi bit her lip, anticipation coursing through her veins as she felt his hardness press against her bare skin.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he murmured, his voice thick with arousal as he teased his fingers along her slit. She whimpered, pushing back against him, needing more. *“Please, Akshay. Don’t tease. Just take me.”*

He didn’t hesitate. With one swift motion, he positioned himself at her entrance, his cock thick and demanding. He pushed in slowly at first, the stretch making her gasp, but then he thrust deep, burying himself inside her completely. Rumi’s eyes fluttered shut, a strangled moan escaping her lips as she felt him fill her to the hilt.

*“God, you’re so tight,”* he groaned, his hands gripping her hips tighter as he began to move. Each thrust was deep and deliberate, driving into her with a force that made her legs shake. Rumi’s fingers scrabbled against the car for purchase, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as pleasure coiled tightly in her belly.

She tried to stay quiet, biting down hard on her lip as another moan threatened to escape. But it was impossible—the sensation was too much. She buried her face in his shoulder, muffling her cries as he pounded into her, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge.

*“That’s it,”* he whispered hoarsely, his breath hot against her ear. *“Take it. You’re such a good girl for me.”*

His words sent a shiver down her spine, and she could feel herself tightening around him as the pressure built. Her nails dug into his shoulders, her body trembling with the intensity of it all.

*“Come for me,”* he demanded, his voice rough with need. And she did—her orgasm crashing over her in waves as she clenched around him, her body convulsing with pleasure. Akshay followed her over the edge with a low growl, spilling himself inside her with a final, shuddering thrust.

For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies pressed together as they caught their breath. Then he pulled out slowly, leaving her feeling empty and dripping with his release. Rumi turned to face him, a lazy smile spreading across her lips.

*“Good little anal slut?”* she teased, her voice sultry and low.

Akshay chuckled, pulling her close again. *“The best.”*

A young woman, Rumi, unable to contain her desire any longer, drags her lover into the garage for a rough, passionate encounter.

She craves a deep, intense fuck, and he delivers, pounding into her with forceful thrusts.

Rumi struggles to stay quiet, muffling her moans against his shoulder as he fills her completely.

The couple engages in a raw, primal act, with Akshay praising her as a good girl, driving her to a climax that leaves her trembling and satisfied.

Their encounter culminates in a messy, fulfilling release, with Rumi teasingly referring to herself as a “good little anal slut.”

Forbidden Desires in the Garage Heat

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