The kitchen air hung thick with the aroma of sizzling spices and simmering curry, the stove hissing as pots bubbled over low flames. Inaya's naked body splayed across the cool marble countertop, her legs hooked over the edges, knees bent and forced wide by Rafiq's unyielding hands. Her pussy lips, already puffy from earlier torments, glistened under the harsh overhead light, exposed and vulnerable. Rafiq stood between her thighs, his thick fingers parting her slick folds with casual cruelty, his thumb hovering over her swollen clit. 'Look at this greedy little cunt,' he snarled, flicking the sensitive nub hard enough to make her hips jerk. She gasped, a sharp cry escaping her lips as pain mixed with the building heat in her core.