Overpowering everything, her values, her loyalty, even her fears, her half clothes body was completely dominated by instinct, rationality stifled by lust. Hard heavy monster, so unlikely of her husband, kept smacking her sloppy wet cunt; creating a vulgar THUP THUP slapping sound that combined with her groans of pleasure had filled dark living.
"Oh! Ohh! Ohhh! Fuck-ck! Fu-ck!!" Hina uttered with those words that word, she never even like to listen and her dizzy head noticed her not mentioning hubby's sweet name in her sincere plea...!
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Hina was unusually tall by eastern standard, fair complexion, curvy detail body, where one could praise the Lord's creation at every nook and corner of her voluptuous body. Her deep black talkative eyes can tell a long Arabian tale, without her speaking a single word. Her long thick jet black hairs were lucky enough to kiss her round arched butts. Slim long milky pencil legs were supporting her narrow waist. A prefect pair of round firm 34 C tits, added arrogance to her grace, but defying all innocence of her cute face. Though, her features were not as sharp or delicate as of those Eastern women, yet she was an adorable sexy woman.
Hina was raised in a big joint Pakistani family; her submissive nature and controlled background shaped her as a kind, accommodating and tolerant Lady. She was single child of her parents. In their huge house Haveli in Karachi her uncle and his family also lived with them and coincidentally her uncle only had one son, Ashar, about 13 years younger to her, so there was no possibility of family marriage.
She was more like a caring mother for spoiled young Ashar than an elder cousin sister. His mother died delivering her and Hina with her mother played that motherly part in raising him. Mostly it was believed that it's her who is spoiling Ashar with her constant care and defending him for his bullying with everyone.
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After arranged marriage, being submissive by nature she had accepted the life, she was offered and was trying to make a lemonade out of dry lemon, life on hand. All loyal and caring to Salman, like most of conservative Pakistani girls, she had no affairs, no boyfriends and she married where, and her strict father wanted her.
Salman too was a conservative person and she had to wear Hijab and gown to cover her enticing body, very properly whenever she has to go out of home.
At the age of 34 she was a credit manager in a commercial bank and married to Salman Sheik for past 10 years. Salman was making good money in his business but the fact they had no children, she started working in a bank, to kill her isolation. Salman was very against the idea of her working in a bank, as he hardly believes in her abilities and he warned, "Hina, bank's job is very complex and you will run in a month".
In a way, Salman was right, she found her job very exhausting and demanding, but did not want to prove him right that she is a complete failure, she kept working with bank and even declined a few easy going teaching jobs. "No, Salman, I won run, no matter what happen, but I will prove you, I too can do something in my life". This was her first unconscious and covert defiance to over demanding husband, who has to find fault in almost everything she does.
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On that evening, she entered her apartment very late; it was another hot burning day in Karachi and as usual, hectic last working day at bank. Climbing stairs to her third floor was another never ending exhaustion. Salman was already there as she found main door a little ajar and loud sound of TV confirming his arrival.
"Come here Hina take this chill Lassi (a tradition cold drink made of yogurt and water)", Salman waved full glass to her on listening Tik-Tok of her heels.
With a soft gratifying smile on her oval face, Hina grabbed big glass, "Thanks Salman, You have made Lassi yourself"?, she asked with bit of surprise as it was bit unusual of Salman to even make her a cup of Tea. It was still bit hot and humid there; she took a long sip of much need cold drink, it tasted unusually bitter.
"What have you mixed in it Salman"? She asked licking sharp tip of her tongue over her delicate lips to confirm the taste, but being thirsty she drunk almost half of it.
"I have a big surprise for you", ignoring her question, Salman speak finishing his entire glass of Bhang Lassi, but she could only listen that while entire apartment start moving in front of her eyes. "Salman", holding her forehead she tried looking at him, and spot him sort of falling on sofa."Salman this is too much, have you mixed Bhang in it"?
She tried getting up but all of sudden, entire living room goes dark. "Oh no, the usual one hour power cut", she protested gulping down half of drink, and somehow find the edge of table in darkness to put down the half empty glass of drink, and to switch on the emergency light moved holding edge of sofa.
"No, Salam, are you crazy, I am so damn tired and this Lassi...." Hina tried pushing his hands from her narrow waists, but his grip was abnormally firm.
