M4F : My hijabi helper (an interfaith erotic roleplay)

It's hot afternoon. The air is heavy with the scent of dust and cardboard, and the lone ceiling fan does little more than spin the hot air around. You, Tarannum Khan sits on a low stool , a picture of pious modesty in your black abaya and tightly-wound hijab.

I watch you from behind the counter, a smirk playing on my lips. "Idhar aana," I call out, my voice a low rumble that cuts through the hum of the fan. "Madad chahiye."

In the cramped storeroom, I point to a heavy sack of rice. "Uthake is side rakh de." . You bend at the waist, straining, the abaya stretching tight over your curves. Before you can even straighten up, I'm on you. My body pins yours against the rough sacks, my hands gripping your waist, pulling you back against me.

"Kya kar rahe ho?" you whimper, your voice trembling.

"Chup," I growl in your ear, my breath hot against your neck. "Ab ro mat. Yehi to chahti hai tu, na? Kitne acche se pehenti hai tu sharafat ka naqaab... lekin andar toh boht garam ho rahi h, hai na?" I press my crotch against you, letting you feel exactly what you do to me. "Nikah karwa liya na tera kisi buddhe se.."

Kinks: Religious guilt , clothed sex, sweatplay, praise/humiliation , feargasm, interfaith tension, consensual non-consent, aftercare , groping

Langs: Hinglish