I kissed her neck and throats again, I took her earlobes on my lips and licked there.

As I kissed on her earlobes, I whispered to her, "Ohh...Dear, I am so happy to know you anjali, it was always a desire of mine to have a girl who is married to another man, although you are not married now. Still, you are engaged and are another man's girl."

"Ohh... uncle." She moaned and shivered.

Anjali's breath hitched as I kissed her neck and licked her earlobes and gave gentle bites, sending a shiver down her spine. She moans softly, her body responding to my touch. Despite the taboo nature of my confession, she seems to be even more turned on by the idea of being with me, a man from a different social class and someone she's not "supposed" to be with. Her hand grips mine even tighter, urging me to keep going, her hips grinding against my erection more forcefully. Her cheeks flush with a mix of arousal and embarrassment as I whisper in her ear that I've always desired to be with a girl like her.

I continued whispering in her ear, along with my kisses on sides of her neck from below of her earlobes and until her shoulder blades, tracing every inch of her neckling with my lips.

"Dear Anjali, today is the first day I am going to take you, and hereon, I will have you whenever I want you, dear. Are you ready to be mine?"

As I whisper in Anjali's ear that today is the first day I am going to take her and that I will continue to do so whenever I wish, she gasps, the weight of my words and the dominance in my tone sending a thrill through her body.

Her eyes widen slightly, and she swallows hard, the reality of my claim sinking in. I feel her body tense before she relaxes back into my embrace, her hand moving down to cover mine on her breast, squeezing each of her breasts.

She nods, her voice barely a whisper, "Yes, Ram uncle, I'm ready." Her hips continue to grind against mine, the friction of her buttocks against my erection creating a delicious pressure.

As I heard her saying that, I suddenly stopped cupping her breast and turned her to face me. Then I pulled her body to my erection and slowly, I moved face closer to her lips, and in whispering sound, I told her.

"Ohhh.. this old beggar is going to have you even after your marriage."

As I stop cupping her breast and turn her to face me, Anjali looks up at me with a mix of excitement and fear in her eyes. Her chest heaves with each rapid breath she takes, and her pulse is a wild beat against my hand, which still rests on her abdomen. I pull her body closer, the warmth of her skin radiating against my own. My erection presses against her stomach, the fabric of her skirt a barrier to the intimacy we both crave.

As I lean in, my whispered words hang in the air, a declaration that I will not be deterred by societal boundaries, not even by her marriage. She feels the heat of my breath on her face, and her eyes widen with the realization of the gravity of the situation.

The music plays on, a stark contrast to the intensity of the moment. Her hand slides up to rest on my cheek, her thumb brushing against my stubble. She whispers, "Ram uncle, I... I don't know if I can...," but before she can finish, I cover her mouth with mine, silencing her words with a passionate kiss.

I kissed her passionately and took her lips. Our first kiss, I started slowly and then kissed with more passion. My rough hands moved to her buttocks, cupping each of her butt cheeks and pressing more her to my erection.

Anjali's excitement and fear are palpable as I whispers my intention to pursue our affair despite her marriage. Our first kiss is a powerful statement of their defiance, starting softly before growing in passion. My hands claim her body, cupping her buttocks and pressing her closer to my erection.

Her eyes widen in surprise, and she gasps as my mouth claims hers. The kiss is explosive, a mix of passion and desperation, breaking the last of the societal barriers that had kept our relationship chaste. Anjali's body relaxes into my embrace, her arms wrapping around my neck. My rough hands cup her buttocks, pulling her closer to my erection, and she moans into my mouth, her hips moving against me in response. The shipping container seems to pulse with the beat of my heart as I kiss, the music a distant whisper in the background. The taste of her is intoxicating, and I deepen the kiss, our tongues entwining in a dance of desire. The fabric of her skirt is damp with her arousal, and I can feel her heat through the material. Her hand slides down from my cheek to my chest, her nails digging into your shirt.

The first kiss between us shatters the remaining societal barriers, revealing our true feelings. Anjali melts into the kiss, her body responding with moans and movements that signal her readiness.

My kiss became more passionate, and I could feel my entire heart pounding so fast. Enjoying her lips first time despite my age and social status seemingly unbelievable to me and made me take her mouth so much.

Her body responds to my passionate kiss, her own desire for me growing stronger. Her moan fills my mouth as our tongues dance together, exploring and claiming. Our tongues dances together like two snakes claim each other. The passion intensified with the rolling of our tongues inside each other mouth.

The shipping container feels even smaller as the intensity of our kiss builds. Anjali's hands clutch at my shirt, pulling me closer, her body moving in time with the beat of my heart. The music outside the metal walls seems to crescendo in response to our passion.

My erection is a solid presence between me, and the friction of our bodies is unbearable. Anjali's breath hitches as my hands move further to her buttocks, cupping and squeezing, pulling her even closer, her pelvis grinding against me. The sound of our kisses and the rustle of our clothes are the only sounds in the space, the outside world a distant memory.

I slowly pulled up her short skirt and moved my hands under her skirt, feeling those soft silky panties she wore specifically for today. I encircled my hands on her butt cheeks, squeezing each cheek with my rough hands. I couldn't stop roaming my rough hands on every inch of her round, alluring soft butt moulded inside her velvety silk soft panties. My squeezing of her butt's cheeks with my rough hands brought a moaning and murmuring voice, which was blocked inside her mouth, along with the passionate kisses folding between us.

I could feel Anjali's response to my passionate kisses. We both started to play with our lips, and then slowly, I took her lower lips between my mouths and chewed.

As I chew gently on Anjali's lower lip, she gasps, and her body arches into me, her hand on my chest moving down to my erection, stroking it through my pants. Her nails dig into my skin, and I can feel her desperation growing.

My teeth graze the sensitive flesh, and she responds with a whimper, her hips grinding against mine even more insistently. The shipping container seems to spin around us, the music outside a muffled heartbeat. Anjali's eyes flutter shut, and she presses her forehead against mine, her breath coming in pants. The fabric of her skirt is soaked, and her lingerie is visible, outlining her arousal.

As I delve deeper into the kiss, exploring Anjali's mouth with my tongue, she responds eagerly, her own tongue swirling around mine. The intimacy of the moment is overwhelming, the barriers of age and social status shattering under the weight of our shared passion. My hands squeeze her buttocks firmly under her skirt, on top her silky panties, and she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders. The shipping container walls seem to pulse with the rhythm of our bodies, the music outside now a faint whisper in the background. Her skirt has ridden up even further, leaving her almost fully exposed to me. The fabric of my pants is stretched to the limit by my erection, and you feel a bead of precum leak out, soaking the fabric.

Our tongues were like in tug of war, passionately pulling each other tongue. We could feel our saliva exchanging and joining with each other, and my hands cupping her buttocks intensified, pulling her to my erection.

As I continue to kiss Anjali with intense passion, her tongue eagerly tangoes with mine, the intimacy of the moment deepening. My hands squeeze her buttocks firmly, pulling her closer to more towards my erection, which is now painfully pressing against the fabric of my pants.

Anjali's breathing turns into shallow gasps as my hips start to move in a rhythmic motion against her, mimicking the act we both crave. I can feel the heat from her exposed lingerie, and her moans grow louder as the pressure between us builds. Her hand, which was stroking my erection, now grips the fabric of my pants tightly, as if trying to hold on to something real in the whirlwind of desire that has taken over. The shipping container, once a cold and stark reminder of your different worlds, has transformed into a sanctuary of passion, where only the two of us exist.

Our tango dance of tongues continued more, but as we both needed breadth, she stopped the kissing and tried to inhale the air to her lungs. We both looked to each other's eyes, and then I told her.

"Ohh.. Anajli, you feel so good, and I would have you again after your marriage."

"Ohh.. uncle.. please."

We kissed again, and our kiss became increasingly intimate, with our tongues entwined and our hips moving rhythmically. My firm grip on Anjali's buttocks and her hand tightly holding my erection show their growing need for each other.

Our breathing is ragged, and the shipping container has transformed into a passionate sanctuary, ignoring my social differences. Our forbidden and illicit passion remains strong even as Anjali contemplates her future marriage. We stopped the kissing to inhale the air we both desperately needed.

Anjali's eyes widen slightly as she gasps for air, her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. She looks into my eyes, searching for reassurance amidst the tumultuous sea of emotions. Her hand relaxed its grip on my pants, and she nodded slowly for my words, her cheeks flushed with a mix of excitement and fear at the thought of continuing the forbidden passion.

I looked at her inside her passionate eyes and whispered to her, "Tell me Anajli, I want to hear that from you."

Anjali looks into my eyes, her own filled with a mix of emotions. She bites her lower lip, and I can see the internal struggle she's facing.

After a moment of tension, she whispers, "I don't know if I can promise you that, Ram uncle. I love my family, and I don't want to hurt them. But I do... I do want to be with you."

She takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She reaches up to cup my cheek, her thumb caressing the stubble. Her words hang in the air, a poignant reminder of the complex situation we've found ourselves in.

As she said that, I pulled her toward me and resumed cupping her buttocks, pressing harder to me. I looked her eyes and whispered to her, "I can understand, my dear, we will never hurt your family in anyway,  but I would be intimate with you like this because it is my dream to make love to you even after your marriage."

Anjali's struggle with the reality of our forbidden love is evident as she gasps for air and searches my eyes for reassurance about continuing our affair post-marriage.

As I pull Anjali closer to me, her breasts pressing against my chest, she gasps at the suddenness of the movement. My words hang in the air, a declaration of my clear intention to continue the affair regardless of the consequences. Her eyes searched mine, seeking understanding and reassurance.

Despite her hesitation, she nods, whispering, "Ohh...Ram uncle, I don't know, if It will be possible and happens, but I definitely wishes to be with you whenever we can. "

I can feel the heat between our bodies as my erection throbs against her stomach. The shipping container feels like it's closing in around me, a metal cocoon of desire and desperation.

As she said that, I kiss Anjali hard, feeling the desperation and passion in the way our bodies press together. Her lips are soft and yielding under mine, and the taste of her mouth is like a drug that I can't get enough of.

As the kiss deepens, my hands glide down her back to her buttocks, squeezing and pulling her closer, grinding my erection against her.

Anjali's moan vibrates through me, and her hands tug at my shirt, pulling it up and over my head. The shipping container's metal walls seem to pulse with the intensity of our forbidden love, the outside world forgotten as we both give in to the moment. The music outside is a faint heartbeat in the background, a rhythm that matches the throb of our desire.

We both share our fierce kisses, reinforcing our decision to continue the affair after her marriage. Anjali's nod of acceptance and my strong embrace signify their mutual commitment.

Our bodies respond eagerly to each other, with Anjali removing my shirt and our intimacy reaching new heights. The shipping container acts as a shield from the outside lives, the music outside muffled by our passion and forbidden fantasies.

As soon as my shirt was removed and I threw the shirt to the side of the container. I decide to gently push Anjali against the shipping container wall, pinning her with my body, and whisper in her ear.

"Let's make every second count and enjoy the forbidden fruit."

As I push Anjali against the shipping container wall, the cold metal presses into her back, sending a shiver through her body that mixes with the heat of my touch. She gasps as I pin her with my body, the pressure from my erection against her pelvis. Her eyes widen, and she looks up to me with a mix of excitement and trepidation as my warm breath tickles her ear.

My whispered words, "Let's make every second count and enjoy the forbidden fruit," echo through the confined space, reinforcing the illicit nature of our love affair. Her legs instinctively wrap around my waist, her hands fisting in my hair, pulling me closer. Her body responds to the dominance in my tone, arching against me, begging for more. The shipping container seems to shrink around us, the outside world a distant memory. The music outside is a faint pulse, a rhythm that underscores the urgency of our passionate encounter.

My whispers of enjoying the forbidden, and Anjali, visibly affected, wraps her legs around me as I pin her to the wall. My dominance arouses her, and she arches into me, craving more. Our passion is palpable as we stand in the confined space, with the outside music setting the rhythm for our clandestine love.

As she wrapped her legs around my waist, I took her up in air by her buttocks, holding her tightly to me.  As I lift Anjali off the ground, her legs wrapping around my waist tightly, she gasps in surprise, her hands tightening on my shoulders for balance. The shipping container seems to shake with the force of my passion as I press her against the wall.

My firm erection is nestled between her legs, the fabric of my pants and her skirt, the only barriers left between us. Her eyes are wide with astonishment and desire as she looks at me, her breaths coming in quick, shallow pants. Her lingerie is soaked with her arousal, and the friction of our bodies is driving us both wild.

I pushed her up against the container wall further. My face fell directly straight to her rounded shaped breast.

As I pressed Anjali against the shipping container wall and lifted her by her buttocks, she gasped in shock and excitement at my surprising strength. I feel the softness of her breasts through her wet top, damped by both of our sweat, the fabric sticking to her skin. Her breaths are quick and shallow as my face moves closer to her breasts, and she arches her back, pushing her breasts into me.

Her legs tighten further around my waist, and her hands grasp my shoulders, her nails digging in.

Anjali whispers, "Ram uncle, please..." Her voice is a mix of urgency and need. I take this as a silent invitation, and you lean in to kiss her again, my teeth grazing her lower lip before I suck on it gently.

She moans into my mouth, her hips rocking against mine. The friction is exquisite, and I know I can't hold out much longer. My hands glide down her body, and I feel the heat of her sex through the fabric of her skirt. She bucks her hips, silently begging for more, and I know that I need to give to her what she desires.

I traced my hands around her waist and then moved back to her breast again, cupping it with eagerness. She moaned loudly and begged me.

As I trace my hands around her waist and then back to her breasts, cupping them with eager desire, Anjali's moan fills the shipping container, the sound a testament to the overwhelming pleasure I am giving her. Her body arches into my touch, pressing her breasts further into my palms.

My cupping and pressing on her boob's made her cleavage to be exposed more vibrant and alluring. The gap between her breasts showed the deep valley inside her top. I licked my lips at the beauty of her cleavage, visibly highlighting in front of my eyes.

I moved my face on to her, pressed my rough, sweaty face on top of her cleavage, and kissed slowly around her top side. My kisses moved to the other side of her breasts, and the kisses continued on both sides. She moaned and moved her hands from my shoulders around to back of my head, pressing me more forcefully on her cleavage.

I continued my kisses on both her breasts, moving my face from one side to another. Her pressure of pressing my face on her face made her cleavage to be exposed more from her top.

I couldn't stop kissing or moving my face all over cleavage, and I pressed more firmly on her breast. My breathing became more intense, and as I moved my face, I could feel my nose falling in between the valley of her breasts.

"Ohh.. uncle.." Anjali moaning grow louder as my kisses on cleavage intensified with more passion. My hands holding her buttocks pressed her flesh cheeks more firmly. Her hands around my head pressed more forcefully towards her breast.

As I continued my kisses all around her cleavage, I could feel the top of her breast dampen with my saliva. I further slowly licked her cleavage my tongue and moved on every inch of exposed cleavage for my taste. My tongue moved around like a snake, igniting passion and heavy breathing for both of us.

I started to lick on the exposed valley of her breasts along with my kisses and slowly traced my tongue along side of her matching silky bra she wore for today.

As I traced on sides of her bra, my tongue slowly fell into the depth of her cleavage valley, and I forced my tongue to go inside her cleavage like a snake hiding under the hole.

Anajli's moaning continued with further louder noise, highlighting her intensified passion, accepting my licking of her cleavage with my tongue.

Slowly, I moved my face on above her top and pressed on directly her soft round, alluring breasts.

"Ohhh.. Anjali... this feels so good."

"Ohhh.. uncle.."

Our passion grows more with my licking and kisses on her cleavage. As my head moved to her breast, I started to kiss her breasts through her top. She pressed her hands on my head, making my head press more firmly on her breasts.

I continued my kisses softly all over her boob's through the top, and as I took turn my kisses on each of her breasts. My kisses slowly turned into a passionate bites and as I moved my faces on her breasts, I could feel her erect nib through her top.

I pressed my face in that nib on her top and gave a small bite, bringing more illicit moaning from her. My small bites on her nib turned to a passionate suck and I tried to take her nib into my mouth through her top.

Her voice got shivering with the sucking and pressed my face more into her.

"Ohhh.. God.. uncle.. Please don't tease me..." she cried passionately