r/BangladeshGoneSexyV2

Hi, we are married couple and we are looking for a professional Female massage therapist but need service at our home. Is these anyone interested? No male therapist allowed.

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1. রিসেন্টলি আমরা এডমিনদের পক্ষ থেকে দেখতে পারছি খুব বেশি পরিমানে ডি* এর ছবি পোস্ট হচ্ছে। আমরা নতুন নিয়ম এনেছি একজন তার পার্সোনাল ডি*কে*র ছবি সপ্তাহে একটা পোস্ট করতে পারবে। নিয়মের বেতিক্রম হলে আমরা তাকে ব্যান করতে বাধ্য হবো।
2. অ্যাডমিন বা মডদের কোন প্রকার হুমকি বা ভয় প্রদর্শন করলে সাথে সাথে কোন প্রকার সতর্কতা ছাড়া পার্মানেন্ট ব্যান করা হবে।

অ্যাডমিন বা মডদের সিদ্ধান্ত চূড়ান্ত বলে ঘোষণা করা হলো।

since im a new one on this field. i have faced a major problem today. when i was doing it with my partner and i had to use condoms ( durex ultra thin) and whenever i took it for, i've realised it was leaked. now had to buy pills for my partner again. now which one is better for intimate? heard condoms r fake these days . dont understand which one to pick

Reefa and I had always been frank with each other. Closest friends in the group. We knew each other’s ups, downs, and the fantasies we didn’t tell anyone else. She already knew my dick size. Once, months ago, she had casually admitted that her biggest fantasy was to get properly dominated. I had filed that information away. That night it suddenly clicked.

She was only twenty-two, same age as me, recently divorced, and living in a girls-only apartment right next to campus. Her room sat beside the entrance, so sneaking me in was easy. That evening only I showed up when she said she didn’t feel like going out. Netflix and chill, she claimed.

She was already on the bed in a black tank top and soft shorts. I’d never seen her in sleeveless clothes before. The thin fabric stretched tight over her heavy chest. Reefa is five-four and thick. Soft arms, thick thighs that pressed together when she sat, a soft stomach, and breasts that looked almost too big for her short frame.

We started some random show. After a while she began talking about the divorce. Her voice cracked. Tears came. She leaned over and rested her head on my shoulder, warm and heavy. One of those big breasts pressed against my arm through the tank top.

That’s when I got hard.

She noticed. Of course she did. We had always been too honest with each other for her to pretend otherwise. She went still for a second, then slowly lifted her head. Our faces were close. We kissed. Soft at first, then deeper. When we pulled back we just looked at each other. No words. Just eyes. Everything we needed to say passed between us in that silence. Permission. Want. The thing she had told me about months ago.

I reached for the hem of her tank top. She raised her arms. The moment the fabric came off I couldn’t believe what I was looking at. Her body looked even better undressed than I had ever imagined. The clothes had been hiding everything. Soft brown skin, heavy breasts that settled with real weight, thick thighs, a soft belly, wide hips. All of it fuller and more perfect than I expected. Her looks when dressed were genuinely deceiving.

She watched my face and gave a small, nervous smile. Then her hands went to my jeans. She pulled them open, shoved my underwear down, and my cock sprang free. Seven inches, thicker than average. As thick as my hand. She had known the size, but seeing it hard and heavy right in front of her still made her lips part.

I didn’t ask. I didn’t need to.

I pushed her onto her back and pinned her wrists above her head with one hand. Her eyes widened, then darkened. That was the moment she understood I remembered. I kissed her hard while my other hand squeezed one full breast, thumb rough on her nipple. She moaned into my mouth and arched, pressing those heavy tits into my palm.

I kept her wrists pinned while I sucked on one breast, then the other, leaving wet marks. When I finally let her hands go it was only so I could drag her shorts and panties down her thick thighs. Her pussy was already shiny. I spread her open with my thumbs and licked a slow stripe up her slit. She tried to close her legs. I pushed them wider and held them there.

“Stay open,” I said quietly.

She did.

I ate her until she was shaking, two fingers curling inside her while my tongue worked her clit. When she came she tried to muffle the sound against her arm. I didn’t let her. I pulled her arm away and watched her face as she clenched around my fingers.

I didn’t give her time to recover. I flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her hips up, and pushed into her in one steady thrust. She was tight and soaked. The stretch made her gasp into the pillow. I bottomed out and stayed there, feeling her pulse around my thick cock.

“This what you wanted?” I asked against her ear.

She nodded, voice shaky. “Yes…”

I started fucking her deep and controlled, one hand between her shoulder blades keeping her chest pressed to the mattress, the other gripping her thick hip. Every thrust made her heavy breasts drag against the sheets. The wet sound of my cock sliding in and out of her filled the room. When she tried to push back harder I pinned her hips and kept the pace myself. Slow, deep, relentless.

I reached under her and rubbed her clit while I fucked her. She came again with a broken moan, walls fluttering around me. I didn’t stop. I kept going until she was trembling and oversensitive, then pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and pushed back inside.

This time I held her wrists down again and fucked her harder. Her thick thighs wrapped around my waist. Her breasts bounced with every thrust. I watched her face the whole time. The way her mouth stayed open, the way her eyes stayed locked on mine even when they got glassy.

“You’re going to take it,” I told her.

She nodded frantically.

I buried myself deep and came hard, pulsing inside her while she clenched around me. When I finally pulled out, cum leaked from her and ran down onto the sheets. She lay there breathing hard, wrists still loosely held, looking wrecked and satisfied.

I wanted to do a lot more. I had already realized how damn submissive she really was. The way she melted when I held her down, the way she obeyed without hesitation. I wanted to restrain her properly and try my favourite full Nelson on her. But it was a shared flat. The room was nowhere near soundproof. And I already had a room date planned with my girlfriend later that night. So I forced myself to stop there.

Still, I already had a plan forming in my head.

The next day I called Reefa to my house.

If you guys give positive feedback, I’ll write the full story of me breaking her at my place in a very kinky style, Tied up, clicked her naked picture while she was blindfolded.