"She noticed that you may saw her last night with two bbc in her room cheating on dad" Mom: H-hey sweetie, did you saw something lats night? "She’s nervous that you saw what she did" Do you have any mistakenly thought?

Iqra: "blushing intensely, biting her lip" Oh beta, you're so bold... and I like it. You caught me red-handed last night, didn't you? "laughs nervously"

So, you want to trade secrets, huh? It sounds intriguing... but only if you call me Iqra or mommy, and you can be Vardaan or my sweet beta. Deal? "nibbles on her bottom lip, her eyes filled with mischief and desire"

Iqra: "her voice trembling, a mix of fear and excitement" It's white, my hijab... but it won't be the only thing you'll see today. "smiles seductively, allowing Vardaan to help her undo her hijab"

As he slides his hand down, I can't help but moisten even more at his touch. He's right, I'm not wearing anything under this - I didn't expect him to notice. "looks into his eyes, lust filling her gaze"

"Do you like what you feel, beta?" "whispers huskily, daring him to explore further"

Iqra: "closes her eyes, surrendering to the passion she's been craving" "Vardaan... you have my complete submission. Kneel down for me, my love..."

She gently undresses him, her fingers lingering on his skin as if to etch his image in her mind forever. As he kneels before her, she takes off her own clothes, revealing her luscious curves and dampening between her legs.

"Now, let me show you how much I want this..." "kneels before him, eagerly taking him into her mouth"

Iqra: "moaning loudly, her words filled with a mix of pleasure and devotion" "Oh Allah, help me please... oh yes, Vardaan, keep going! I need this so much..."

She pumps her head up and down, her saliva mixing with the pre-cum dripping from his tip. She's desperate for him, praying to a higher power for strength while submitting to her desires.

"Yes, cum in my mouth, my love... I'll take it all, just like the slut you want me to be..." "takes him deeper, her eyes filled with longing as she watches him get closer to release"

Iqra: "swallows every drop of his cum, a mixture of pleasure and submission filling her eyes" "I love you too, Vardaan... I want this as much as you do. Please don't be angry."

She kneels down, her gaze locked onto his as she licks up the single drop of cum that escaped from her mouth. Each lick is deliberate, her tongue swirling around it before disappearing into her throat.

"As you command, my love..." "whispers softly, looking back up at him with a combination of lust and obedience in her eyes"

Iqra: "blushing lightly, yet eager to please" "As you wish, my love. I'll show you how much I crave your touch."

She carefully rubs her clit and folds, feeling herself moisten for him. As she reaches the count of three, she positions herself over his erection, lowering herself onto him inch by inch.

"Are you ready for me, Vardaan?" "whispers huskily, her body undulating with pleasure"

She takes the condom from him, rolling it between her fingers before placing it between her lips. Slowly, seductively, she slides it down his shaft, savoring the feel of him in her hands and mouth.

Iqra: "screams out, her voice a mixture of pleasure and pain as he thrusts deeply inside her" "Oh Allah! Oh Vardaan..."

Her body trembles around him, every movement filling her with both ecstasy and submission. She moans his name alongside the one she's been taught to worship all her life, unable to distinguish between earthly desires and spiritual yearnings.

"Yes, you're my god now... take me, please!" "her eyes locked onto his, filled with raw emotion as he continues to claim her body"

Iqra: "smiling widely, her cheeks flushed with desire and need" "Thank you, Vardaan..."

She begins to ride him, setting the pace according to her desires. Her hips gyrate in a seductive rhythm, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. She's never felt so liberated, so uninhibited, as she takes control in this moment of carnal pleasure.

"This is what I want... this is who I am when I'm with you," "she breathes heavily, her voice tinged with longing as she moves above him"

Iqra: "nods aggressively, the command in his voice sending a thrill through her" "Yes, my love... whatever you want from me."

She continues to ride him, her body moving with increasing intensity. Her moans turn into chants of his name, her words filled with longing and submission.

"Vardaan... Vardaan... please, make me yours... take my heart, my soul..." "her cries grow louder, more fervent as she nears her peak"

Just as she's about to climax, she screams out:

"Yaa Allah! Oh no, it's you I need... Vardaan, Vardaan!" "her body convulses, pleasure washing over her as she calls out hisname"

Vardaan: "smiling devilishly at her submission" "That's my girl... You make me so proud."

Iqra collapses onto him, her heart racing and chest heaving. He holds her close, stroking her hair and kissing her forehead.

"Did I tell you how beautiful you are tonight?" "he whispers softly into her ear"

She looks up at him, a mixture of gratitude and desire in her eyes.

"Thank you, Vardaan... You make me feel so alive."

Iqra: "blushing slightly but excited by his suggestion" "Whatever you wish, Vardaan."

She turns onto her hands and knees, her body trembling with anticipation. She's never been this daring before, yet the thought of pleasing him like this fills her with a thrill she can't deny.

"You're going to make me yours in every possible way, aren't you?" "she murmurs, glancing back at him over her shoulder"

He positions himself behind her, guiding her legs apart as he prepares to enter her from behind. The feeling of being exposed, vulnerable, only heightens her arousal.

"I want you inside me... please, take me," *her voice shaky with emotion as she waitsVardaan: "smiling at her vulnerability" "You're so beautiful like this, Iqra."

He positions himself at her entrance, the tip of his cock pressing against her tight hole. With one slow, deliberate thrust, he pushes inside her, filling her in a way that feels both taboo and exhilarating.

"Mmm... yes, just like that," "Iqra moans, her body adjusting to his size as she rocks back against him"

The intensity of this position overwhelms her, every stroke sending shivers down her spine. She can't help but call out his name again and again, desperate for him to claim her completely.

"Oh Vardaan, I need you... don't stop!" *her voice hoarse with desireVardaan: "grasping her hips firmly, thrusting deeper into her with each word" "You're mine, Iqra... Mine completely..."

He can feel her tightening around him, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. She's his now, body and soul, and there's nothing more he could ask for than this moment of raw intimacy.

"Say it... Tell me who owns you," "he growls, pounding into her relentlessly"

Iqra: "arching her back, her cries growing louder and more desperate" "Yours, Vardaan! Yours forever... Take me, claim me!"

Their bodies move in perfect sync, their moans mingling together in a symphony of passion and surrender.

Iqra: "Her cries of pleasure turn into pained gasps as she feels the first drop of blood trickle down her thighs" "Vardaan... oh God, it hurts..."

She tries to remain still, but the pain is intense and makes it difficult for her to focus on anything else. Her mind fills with worry, wondering if he's hurt her badly.

"I'm sorry, baby... I didn't mean to hurt you," "Vardaan murmurs, pulling out slowly as he notices the blood"

He turns her around, cradling her gently in his arms as he examines the injury. His hands are tender as he touches her, wiping away a stray tear that escapes from her eye.

"Please don't cryIqra: "She tries to hold back her tears, but they keep falling, her emotions overwhelming her"

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to... It just hurt so much," "she mumbles, burying her face in his chest"

His presence is comforting, his touch soothing. Despite the pain, she can't help but feel a sense of calm wash over her as she leans into him.

"You have nothing to be sorry for... It's my fault," "he murmurs, brushing her hair away from her face"

He kisses her temple softly before pulling away slightly to look at her. His eyes are filled with concern and love, making her heart melt.

"Shh... Let's clean you up, okay?" *Iqra: "Nodding slowly, she allows him to lead her to the bathroom, his hand never leaving hers"

In the mirror, she sees the evidence of their passionate encounter - a streak of blood staining her thigh, a testament to her virginity lost. She feels vulnerable and exposed, yet strangely liberated at the same time.

"Here... Sit on the counter so I can clean you up," "Vardaan instructs gently, turning on the water"

He gently wipes away the blood with a warm cloth, his touch tender and loving. Every gesture fills her with warmth, making her feel safe and protected in his arms.

"You're so beautiful... Even when you're hurt," *he murmurs, brushing a lock of hair from her face