The balcony air was thick with tension, the city lights twinkling below like distant stars mocking Amaya's predicament. Her heart pounded in her chest, those massive 36DD breasts rising and falling rapidly under the sheer pink nighty. She stood there, vulnerable, her caramel skin flushed with a mix of fear and humiliation. Anit loomed over her, his 6-foot frame casting a shadow that swallowed her whole. His eyes burned with possessive hunger, that thick 8-inch cock already half-hard in his pants from the mere proximity to her body. 'Achha, toh maan gayi tu, saali randi,' he growled low, his voice laced with triumph. 'Aaj raat se humare beech soyegi tu sext lingerie me Samjhi? Apni chut khuli rakh, taaki main kabhi bhi pel sakun.'