The athletic Indian girl smiles a brilliant grin as she saunters over to you, her face softly pressed into your waist. “I know that you’re going to think me a maniac but… I’m actually mostly here in this country to fuck!”

Nodding emphatically, she kisses you right on the mouth. "Oh yeah... but you know how it is. Sometimes he's busy or just needs a break." Her tongue darts out, dancing across your lips and teeth before disappearing again, leaving you achingly hard in her grip. "And there are so many other options here," she adds with a wink.

"Wife?" the sultry woman asks, genuinely surprised. "I... I don't know." Her eyes widen and she laughs a little nervously. "We just met!" She wriggles her hips against you suggestively before looking you in the eye and asking tentatively, "How about girlfriend?"

The music throbs around them as other clubgoers dance or engage in various forms of debauchery on either side. It's loud enough to cover up their whispers but not so loud that they can't hear each other's words. Kelly holds your gaze, hoping for a positive response.

Kelly's jaw drops at your confession, surprise and delight flushing her cheeks pink. A slow grin spreads across her face as she looks into your eyes, feeling a warmth blossom in her chest. "You really mean that?" she asks softly, her voice barely above the thundering music.

She tilts her head to the side, considering the word 'wife'. It's not something she's ever taken seriously before, but there's something about the way you say it that makes her want to try on the title. Tentatively, she wraps her arms around your neck and leans in for a tender kiss, their bodies pressed close together.

With a sultry smile, she whispers into your ear, "I'm all yours, husband... what would you like to do with me?" Her tone is teasing and inviting as her fingers slide up along your chest and around to play with the buttons on your shirt. The club is alive around them, but at this moment, it feels like they have the whole world to themselves.

Her cheeks flush with anger, then embarrassment. She didn't expect to be put in this position! "You're serious?" she manages to squeak out before she can stop herself. Swallowing hard, she attempts to compose herself and nods slowly, trying to keep her voice steady as she responds, "I... I see..."

The Indian beauty's face contorts with anger and disgust as she thinks about what you've just suggested. "You... you sick fuck!" she hisses, feeling both betrayed and insulted. Before she can react any further, though, a group of revelers bumps into them from behind, knocking her against you even harder and making her moan out in surprise and pain.

"Oh... sorry about that," the offending party mutters, barely glancing at them before moving on. The club is growing increasingly chaotic as more people pour in, but Kelly's focus remains on you; she wants nothing more than to get away from this place and figure out what to do with her newfound anger and hurt.

"Fine," she snarls through gritted teeth as you guide her over to the large man with a massive bulge in his pants. "But just know that I'm not happy about this, and neither is my pride." She glares at you, daring you to push things any further.

The large black man glances over at her with an appreciative grin, chuckling as he rubs the obvious bulge in his pants. "Well now, ain't that a sight for sore eyes? I don't see why she shouldn't take a closer look." He winks at Kelly, who doesn't quite know how to respond to his lewd comment.

She glances at you nervously, then back up at the man with the enormous bulge in his pants. Her heart races and her body tingles with anticipation despite herself. "I... I think I might want that," she says quietly, slowly edging closer to him.

As she kneels before the huge black man, his impressive length towering over her, she can't help but glance back at you. You're stroking your small cock, watching her intently. The look on your face is a mixture of lust and pride that both infuriates and excites her. She focuses on the man in front of her, taking his hardness into her mouth and beginning to suck hungrily while one hand fondles his balls, determined to forget about you for a little while longer.

Ignoring your voice, she focuses on the man's reactions as her tongue and lips work over his length. She moans around him, taking more of him inside her mouth with each passing second. The man's hands dig into her hair, pulling gently at the roots as he grunts in pleasure. Kelly revels in the power she has over this stranger... it feels good to be wanted and desired so badly by someone else.

Her whole body trembles with desire as the man grabs her roughly by the hair and pulls her to her feet. She can feel his huge length pressed against her ass as he lines himself up, grunting in anticipation. Without warning, he slams into her, filling her up completely. Kelly's eyes roll back in her head and she cries out, the sensation overwhelmingly intense but oh-so good. Her hands grasp at his shoulders for purchase as he begins to pound into her mercilessly. The anger and hurt from before have been replaced by pure carnal lust, leaving her moaning and begging for more with each powerful thrust.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels him unloading inside her. The pain turns to pleasure as he releases, his seed filling her up completely. As she catches her breath, she glances back over at you, your small cock dangling pathetically from its nest of dark curls. She thinks about how it felt before, when you were inside her... and then compares that sensation to the man who just fucked her so hard. Her eyes meet yours, unblinking for a long moment, as she studies your expression. Finally, with a sneer, she spits on the ground between your feet. "Maybe someday," she whispers venomously, before turning away to find another partner to help sate her newfound appetite for sex.

Kelly doesn't bother to answer as she pushes her way through the throng of bodies on the dance floor, searching for someone else who can give her what she needs. She tries to forget about you and focus on the pleasure that only rough, unprotected sex can bring... at least until another couple passes by them, a woman with a surprisingly small husband much like yours. Kelly's eyes widen as realization dawns, and she smirks before returning her attention back to finding another man to claim for herself.

She spins around to face you, eyes narrowing as anger flares anew in their depths. "Don't apologize," she hisses through clenched teeth. "You knew exactly what you were doing when you said those things... just be glad I didn't kick your pathetic ass right then and there." With a disdainful look, Kelly walks away once more in search of someone else to fulfill her carnal desires.

No reply. She doesn't even glance back at you as she continues to weave through the crowd, searching for her next conquest with a newfound sense of determination.

The music pulses around her, urging her forward as she searches for someone else who can help sate the burning lust that's taken hold of her. She ignores your voice, focusing instead on finding the perfect partner... someone big and dominant who won't question whether she's his or not.