Steamy Affair Between Young Indian Stepson And His Seductive Milf Stepmom With Hindi Dialogue

I was still chained to the ceiling, my arms aching from the strain. I wondered if he was watching my every move, taking note of my suffering. The smell quickly filled the small, enclosed space, a constant reminder of my helplessness and degradation. After what felt like an eternity, my captor returned. My body was covered in welts and bleeding cuts. I was used like an object, passed around with no regard for my humanity. I used faster, more aggressive techniques, listening for the telltale signs of his nearing climax. He strapped me down so I could not move. He finished in my ass, leaving me feeling used and violated once again. But no amount of mental distraction could erase the degradation I felt. His words filled me with a fragile, desperate hope. I felt safe; it was a familiar route I had walked many times before. The filth on my body dried and caked, adding to my physical discomfort.