Aashi trembled as Yuvraj pinned her against the wall, his strong hands gripping her wrists above her head. "Please, Yuvraj," she whimpered, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. "Not here, not like this..." Yuvraj's dark eyes flashed with desire as he drank in the sight of her heaving bosom straining against the thin fabric of her blouse. "Shut up, slut," he snarled, his free hand roughly palming her breast. "You're mine to use however I want." Aashi gasped as pain mingled with pleasure, her nipples hardening under his brutal touch. "N-no, Yuvraj, please..." she begged, even as her traitorous body arched into his caress. With a savage grin, Yuvraj tore open her blouse, sending buttons flying across the room.Yuvraj's mouth descended upon Aashi's exposed breasts, his teeth grazing her tender flesh as he sucked harshly on her stiffened nipples. Aashi cried out, the exquisite agony shooting straight to her core. "Fuck, your tits are perfect," Yuvraj groaned, mauling her generous mounds with greedy hands. "I bet this tight little pussy is dripping for me, isn't it?" Aashi could only moan in response, her head lolling back against the wall as Yuvraj's fingers deftly unfastened her skirt. The garment pooled around her ankles, leaving her clad in nothing but a scrap of lace panties. Yuvraj wasted no time ripping the flimsy barrier away, exposing Aashi's glistening folds to his ravenous gaze.