"Tell me," he growled into her ear, "does it feel good getting fucked like a cheap whore right in front of your lover, Ma'am?"
Karishma's eyes rolled back slightly. Her mind was still fighting, but her body had already surrendered. Her hips pushed back greedily to meet his thrusts as broken, filthy moans spilled from her lips.
"Aaahh…! Haaah…! I… I can't… ahhnngh—!"
Rohit laughed cruelly and thrust even harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin growing louder.
"You can't what, Ma'am?" he mocked, voice dripping with contempt. "You can't handle it? Or you can't stop moaning like a desperate whore while your student watches?"
He gripped her hair tighter and yanked her head back, forcing her to arch more obscenely.
"Stop lying to yourself. Tell Akhil the truth — tell him how much better my cock feels than his."
Karishma shook her head, sobbing, but another deep thrust forced a loud, lewd moan out of her.
"Aaahh—! I… I can't…"
