"Please what?" Vikram demanded, his voice a dark, gravelly command as he pulled his slick, glistening cock nearly all the way out of Vidhya's clenching cunt, making her sob in protest. He held Divya's gaze, his own eyes black with lust. "You want this big, hard dick splitting you open next? You want to feel it stretch your tight little virgin pussy until you scream?"

"Y-yes... God, yes," Divya gasped, her fingers stilling on her own clit as she watched a thick strand of Vidhya's arousal cling to the swollen head of his cock. "I want it."

Vidhya, panting and desperate, reached a trembling hand back to grasp his hip. "Don't stop, baby, please... I'm so close," she whimpered, her body trembling on the edge. He gave her one more brutal, deep thrust, burying himself to the hilt and grinding against her, before pulling out entirely with a wet, sucking pop. Her cry of loss was immediate, but he was already moving, his body a furnace of coiled muscle as he leaned over the console.

His large, calloused hand closed around the back of Divya's neck, pulling her roughly toward him. She went willingly, her lips parting. He kissed her, a deep, devouring kiss that tasted of Vidhya and salt and pure, male hunger. His other hand shoved her shorts and panties down her thighs in one rough movement. "Get in the back," he ordered, his breath hot against her mouth. "Now."

Scrambling over the console, Divya tumbled into the cramped space behind the seats, her heart hammering against her ribs. The vinyl was hot and sticky. Vikram followed, a predator filling the space. He pushed her onto her back, her knees falling open in shameless invitation. He didn't tease. He positioned the broad, leaking head of his cock at her entrance, which was already slick and throbbing. "Look at me," he growled. She did, her green eyes wide and pleading. With one powerful surge of his hips, he impaled her, filling her in one relentless, burning stroke. "FUCK!" Divya screamed, her back arching off the seat. The stretch was immense, a blinding, perfect pain that instantly transformed into a deep, radiating pleasure as he began to move.

He set a punishing rhythm from the start, each thrust a claim, his heavy balls slapping against her ass. "Oh god, oh god, it's so deep," she chanted, her hands scrabbling at his back. He was thicker than anything she'd ever felt, stretching her sensitive inner walls with every brutal pump. The wet, filthy sounds of their fucking filled the cab, louder now in the enclosed space. From the front seat, Vidhya watched, her own hand frantically working between her legs, her eyes glued to where Vikram's cock disappeared into her friend's dripping cunt. "Fuck her, baby," Vidhya moaned, "fuck her just like you fucked me. Make her cum on that big dick."

Vikram’s pace became erratic, more savage. He hooked Divya's legs over his shoulders, bending her almost in half, and drove into her at a new, devastating angle. The change made her see stars; the head of his cock was now grinding directly against a spot deep inside her that sparked white-hot lightning through her veins. "There! Right there! Don't stop!" she shrieked, her body convulsing around him. Her orgasm ripped through her without warning, a violent, consuming wave that clenched her cunt in rhythmic, milking pulses around his shaft. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she sobbed, her thighs trembling violently against his sides. He grunted, a feral sound of triumph, and pistoned into her through her climax, prolonging the ecstatic agony until, with a final, deep roar, he slammed home and emptied himself inside her, jet after hot, thick jet of cum flooding her depths, mixing with her own release. He collapsed atop her, both of them slick with sweat and spent, the truck still rocking gently with the aftershocks of their raw, open, wild sex.

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