Adultery The Language of Her Heart

[Vijay42]

Pavithra....enge sellum intha paathai
Yaro yaro arivaar....What is going on?

But like it...continue

[Sage_69]

He should ask her to give lap dance after they both become fully naked and push his dick inside her if he gets any chance.

[yazhiniram]

The fan kept spinning above.

The cards were in my hand, but my fingers weren’t still.

They kept moving the same card back and forth, pretending to shuffle while my eyes kept flicking to him.

He was sitting there, bare-chested, wearing only that same white inner.

It had folded a little near his thigh. Probably stuck there from all the sitting and sweating.

His cock was still clearly resting sideways inside, not fully soft.

Maybe he thought I wasn’t watching anymore.

I was.

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I won this round.

And my mouth opened before my brain could stop it.

“Arjun…”

He looked up, smiling faintly.

I didn’t blink. “Are you a virgin?”

The words dropped into the silence like a coin falling in a temple.

His eyes blinked fast. His back straightened. He looked down at the mat once, then back up.

“Anni…” he said slowly. “What you mean anni?”

“Just tell,” I said, acting normal, but even I could hear the dryness in my throat. “We’ve come this far in dares.”

He rubbed the back of his neck.

Then he nodded. “Yes, anni. I’m virgin.”

That word — virgin — felt like a spark against my inner thigh.

He continued, still gentle.

“I’ve never been with a girl. Just once, in a theatre… I had a girlfriend during college… and one time I touched her boobs under her dupatta.”

That word hit me like lightning.

Boobs.

His voice was so soft, like it didn’t mean anything. Like he was saying biryani or homework.

But my chest tightened.

And I snapped.

“Enough,” I said, waving my hand, breaking eye contact.

“Sorry anni,” he said quickly. “You only asked.”

But it was too late.

My body had heard it.

And now…

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My bra felt tighter.

I could feel it hugging my breasts from underneath.

Not loose. Not slipping.

But holding me like it knew I needed support — for everything I was feeling right now.

And lower?

Between my legs?

Wet.

Not dripping. But there. That light pressure, that soft heat, like something wanted to swell from inside and wasn’t getting permission.

I coughed softly and picked the cards back up.

We started the next round.

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He won.

Just as he opened his mouth, my phone rang.

Tring. Tring.

I turned quickly.

It was on the wooden shelf near the TV.

I stood up, blouse shifting, petticoat clinging a bit to my hip from sweat.

The blouse was still unhooked at the back.

And as I turned, I knew it.

My bra straps were visible now.

Fully.

One was resting against my left shoulder, thin and snug.

The back strap — low and stretched — curved along my spine.

I hadn’t noticed until then how open I really was.

It was a casual cotton bra. Nothing fancy. But it suddenly felt like I was standing there in lingerie.

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I leaned forward to check the screen.

Kartik.

I froze for one heartbeat.

Then answered. “Hello?”

His voice was cheerful. “Hey… just boarded. Flight about to take off. How are things?”

My voice was dry. “Good. All fine here.”

“Arjun ate?” he asked.

I smiled. “Yes. He’s behaving. Playing cards.”

“Good good. Take care of him. Keep him fed.”

I laughed softly. “Okay okay.”

“Pass phone to him for a sec?”

I turned back.

He was sitting there — legs bent, cock clearly pressing now inside the inner, watching me over the cards.

I handed the phone.

He took it.

“Anna…”

He paused,

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From his face, “its looking like kartik asked him to, not to disturb me for every small things..”

Then said to him:

“No anna… I won’t disturb her. I will help if something needed”

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I froze.

I didn’t turn.

I didn’t breathe.

He was talking to Kartik.

His brother.

My husband.

And we were both standing here like this — me in an unhooked blouse, visible bra, panty line showing, half wet between the legs…

And him with a cock stretching through his inner like it was trying to tear out.

He ended the call and handed the phone back.

I cut it.

Kept it on the floor next to me.

He didn’t speak.

I didn’t speak.

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We sat back down.

Same spot. Same mat.

I picked up the cards slowly.

He was watching me.

Still respectful.

Still calling me anni.

But something had shifted.

Not in the game.

In my chest.

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He shuffled the cards again, bare chest rising slow with every breath.

The inner was still sitting low on his hips, barely holding anything back. His cock had thickened again — not standing straight, but full, heavy, shaped.

He was trying to sit normal. But I could see it twitching once in a while.

We played.

He won.

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He leaned slightly forward. Eyes calm.

“Anni…”

I looked at him sideways. “Now what, da?”

He said it very simply.

“Remove your bra. But blouse should stay. Like this — unhooked.”

I raised my eyebrows.

“Really?”

He nodded.

I laughed softly. “Your anna said don’t disturb me. But look what you’re asking now.”

He gave one grin — just a small one — but didn’t back down.

I shook my head. “You’re becoming very smart, Arjun.”

Still, he waited.

I looked down.

Let out a soft breath.

Then leaned back slightly.

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My fingers slid under the blouse.

Reached behind.

The hooks were already stretched — the blouse was unhooked from earlier. The bra had loosened slightly during the last few moves.

I found the first hook.

Pressed.

Second one.

Then the last.

The elastic relaxed. My shoulders felt lighter.

I slipped one strap off my left arm. Then the other.

Slowly pulled the entire bra from inside the blouse — threading it out through the sleeve.

It came off like a secret.

Cotton. Beige. Still warm from my body.

I folded it once and placed it on the side.

Now…

My breasts were free.

No hook. No strap.

Just soft blouse cloth holding them loosely — the cotton sitting over full skin, no support.

Every breath made them move gently.

Every small shift made my nipples brush the inside.

I didn’t look at him.

But I knew he was watching.

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We started the next round.

I needed to win.

But I was not steady.

Because now…

I could feel it.

Every bounce.

Every small rise and fall in my chest.

The blouse was not tight. It wasn’t clinging.

It was worse.

It was loose.

Every movement made the fabric flutter softly over my breasts.

The nipples were brushing lightly under the cloth — not hard, but tingling.

And when I leaned forward?

They pressed.

And I knew.

He was noticing everything.

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Still… I lost.

He won again.

I gave him a mock scolding look. “Now don’t ask me to remove the blouse.”

He smiled.

“No anni. Just a question.”

“What?”

“Did you ever love anyone? During college?”

I smiled to myself.

“No.”

He looked surprised. “Seriously?”

“Pakka. I never loved anyone. Never went out. I was a proper family girl.”

He nodded, thinking.

His eyes went down again for half a second.

At my blouse.

He didn’t say anything.

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We played again.

This time, I won.

I sat up straighter.

My breasts shifted under the cloth as I moved.

I didn’t stop it.

Didn’t fix anything.

Just sat there.

No bra.

No hook.

Fully in control.

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I had just won.

Cards still warm from my hand. My breasts loose under my unhooked blouse, nipples brushing against cotton. Every time I shifted, I could feel the cloth teasing me. Small electric touches.

I looked at him.

Sitting in his inner. Cock resting thick. Face calm, but eyes hungry.

“Okay,” I said, tilting my head. “Dare for you.”

He looked up. “Tell, anni.”

“Where do you think this game is heading?”

He blinked once.

I smiled. “That’s the dare. Answer honestly. What’s your plan? When are we ending?”

He rubbed his chin like he was actually thinking.

Then shrugged.

“Anni… I didn’t plan anything. But I’m glad you gave the idea. It’s fun. I also don’t know where it’s going. But… I’m curious.”

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Curious.

That word made me sit up straight.

My blouse shifted again. One breast almost slipped from under the fold — I adjusted nothing. Just stared at him.

In my head I was cursing.

You want me to strip. You’re not saying it, but you want me naked right in front of you, you cheeky idiot.

I sighed.

“That’s not a proper dare,” I said, crossing my arms — which only pushed my breasts together more. “You’re giving lecture.”

He laughed. “Then tell the proper dare, anni.”

“Okay. Get up.”

He stood.

“Now do a 10-second dance. But not funny style. Proper seducing-your-future-wife dance.”

He gave one mock shy smile. “Anni…”

“Go.”

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He started.

And I have to admit…

He was good.

His hips moved smoother than I expected.

Shoulders relaxed, eyes focused. He didn’t go vulgar — he just moved. One roll. One swing. One soft thrust of his hip forward.

And all I could see was that inner — white, loose, trying to stay on — and his cock pressing inside it.

Even with those silly steps, it was bouncing a little.

My eyes stayed there longer than they should’ve.

And when he turned and did one full rotation with that fake lover-boy smile, I laughed.

“Okay okay! Enough!” I said, clapping once.

He grinned. “Was it good?”

“Not bad. Definitely better than your anna.”

We both laughed.

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Next round.

He shuffled faster now. His chest rising slightly.

He won.

I paused.

Waited.

And then he said it.

“Anni… remove your petticoat. Just stand and remove it.”

I stared at him.

Blink.

Silence.

“No no,” I said quickly. “That’s too much.”

He didn’t push yet.

Just tilted his head.

“Anni…”

“I said no.”

Still soft.

“No pressure. But rule is rule.”

I looked at him sharply. “You’re really pushing it now.”

He didn’t reply.

But his eyes…

They were saying everything.

My legs stayed crossed.

My fingers played with the knot at the petticoat side.

I didn’t open it.

But I didn’t walk away either.

“I said no.”

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His face dropped.

Eyes went down.

Shoulders relaxed.

And I saw it.

His cock — shrinking.

That thick press inside his inner?

It softened.

Folded slightly.

Lay there like it didn’t know what happened.

And I felt… powerful.

And guilty.

And curious.

All at once.

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After one full minute, I looked at him again.

His fingers were still holding the cards.

He wasn’t even looking up now.

So I sighed.

Softly.

“Fine.”

He blinked.

I cleared my throat. “But don’t think bad of me. Don’t misunderstand.”

He sat straighter.

I got up.

My blouse was still open. My breasts hanging gently under the cotton.

I reached for the knot.

Untied it slowly.

The petticoat dropped.

Soft thud on the mat.

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Now I was standing in just panty and unhooked blouse.

That’s all.

My hips fully bare.

Panty line cutting across my curves.

My legs visible up to my thighs.

Stomach soft, navel open, skin glowing in the low light.

And the blouse?

Still holding.

Barely.

Just cloth covering my breasts now — nipples pressing from inside, shape fully obvious.

I didn’t look at him.

But I could hear him breathe.

And in the corner of my eye?

That cock…

Growing again.

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I sat back down, carefully.

The mat felt cooler now. My thighs were warm. The panty — still black, still tight — clung to me like glue.

And when I adjusted my hips, I felt it.

Wet.

Just a small patch in the centre.

But enough.

Enough that the cloth had darkened a little. Enough that if he looked there — he’d know.

I looked away, pretending to focus on the cards. But inside? My stomach twisted.

Did he notice?

Maybe.

His eyes dipped once, fast.

Maybe he saw it.

My cheeks flushed.

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We started the next round.

And I won.

I sat up straighter. Breasts lifted under the blouse, jiggled slightly. The cotton brushed my nipples like feathers. I didn’t adjust.

I didn’t even think.

The dare just came out of my mouth.

“Come close to me.”

He looked up.

I swallowed once. “Come near my ear. Say my name. Then kiss me. On the chin.”

My breath hitched after I finished saying it.

He’s my brother-in-law.

Kartik’s younger brother.

But I said it.

And Arjun?

He smiled.

Not big.

Just soft.

He stood up without a word.

Walked to me.

Bent down slowly.

His bare chest hovered inches from my arm. I could smell him — soap, skin, little sweat.

He came near my face.

And said it.

“Pavitra…”

My name.

Said soft.

Said low.

Like he wasn’t calling me.

Like he was savouring it.

Then, instead of my chin — he kissed me on the neck.

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Warm lips.

Soft pressure.

One kiss.

On the left side of my neck, just above the collarbone.

I didn’t move.

I didn’t breathe.

But my body?

I moaned.

Just one breathy sound. Quiet. Half-open mouth.

Like a sigh that forgot to stay inside.

And in that moment, I felt it:

I was leaking.

My pussy — wet.

My panty — damp.

My thighs — slightly sticky.

He stood back up. Quiet.

Went to sit again.

Didn’t say a word.

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I sat there.

Neck tingling.

Thighs pressed.

Blouse loose.

Chest rising slowly.

What was I even doing?

I didn’t know.

But my hand rested near my lap, close to the wet spot. And my fingers were trembling.

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Next round.

He won.

He looked calm again. But his chest was moving faster now.

“Anni,” he said.

“Yes,” I replied, voice weak.

“Touch my chest. And tell what you think about me.”

I blinked.

But I didn’t refuse.

I reached out — hand open, shaking slightly.

Placed my palm on his chest.

It was warm.

Firm.

Faintly damp with sweat.

His nipples were small, but slightly hard. My finger grazed one.

As I leaned, my blouse shifted.

Slipped.

My underboob came into view — round edge visible from under the cotton. I didn’t notice at first. He did.

I touched his chest slowly. My hand open across his left side.

And I said:

“Arjun… you’re not that 14-year-old boy anymore.”

I looked at his eyes.

“You’ve grown,” I said.

And in my head, I finished it — by looking at your cock.

But I didn’t say that.

I pulled my hand back.

Adjusted my blouse quickly. Hook still undone. Cloth now barely hiding anything.

He didn’t say a word.

Just picked the cards.

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Next round began.

He won.

Again.

And this time… we both knew… we weren’t just playing anymore.

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[Vijay42]

.....continue

[sexypreeti]

Fabulous  clp); clp); clp);

[Yampag]

Hi Dear..
First of All.. thanks for the super erotica with slow and minute progress in the story and with regular updates..rather long updates and different narrating style.. hope this story woul be long one..
Till now, Pavithra come across 3 male and 1 female characters..
With Prakash.. she behaves with acute authority and till now she became nude infront of him and touched his cock to masterbate..
With Raj.. she is bit submissive and Raj takes the action and till now he grabbed and squeezed her breast
With Anusha.. she might feel somewhat lesbian type of feelings..
And with Arjun.. she is mostly exhibitionist and till now reached on the verge of fully naked and might go further.. as both are almost nude except one or two clothes..
Though the story going bit slow but with Prakash and Arjun she is unwrapping her clothes very fast.. in Tank episode as Prakash wore her party, on the other hand if she wore his torn underwear that might spark more erotism I think so.. 
In nutshell I feel more intensity with the episodes of Pavithra with Prakash, Raj and Anusha.. with Arjun your story telling is superb but as he is the younger brother of Kartik.. it feels less erotism as he is one of the family members.. not the outsiders.. if the same game she played with other characters than it might creates more stiffness in our dicks.. but it's my view.. what I feel..
One more thought.. if she plans to go to his father's place in the absence of Kartik.. during on the way.. she come across with some characters and some erotic actions occure.. 
But, it's upto you.. it's your story.. we are enjoying it fully.. keep up the good work..

[Sage_69]

I am liking the development of Arjun-Pavi more than Prakash-Pavi.

[sexypreeti]

I am liking the development of Arjun-Pavi more than Prakash-Pavi.

I agree because I feel that she has gone overboard trying to dominate/humiliate prakash... just my thoughts...

[yazhiniram]

He won.

Again.

I didn’t even feel the loss. I was still thinking about his kiss on my neck.

How my name sounded in his voice.

How my panty was still damp between my thighs.

He looked at me calmly.

“Anni…”

I raised my eyebrows. “Tell.”

“This dare…” he said softly. “I want to do it. Not tell.”

I stared. “What you mean?”

“I want to remove your blouse.”

My throat tightened.

The cloth was already unhooked. My bra was gone.

My breasts were hanging freely under the thin cotton.

He wasn’t asking for a strip.

He was asking for permission.

That made it worse.

Or better.

I didn’t answer immediately.

But I knew I wasn’t going to say no.

“…Go ahead.”

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He stood up.

Walked slowly toward me.

I didn’t move.

He knelt beside me.

His hand reached up, fingers touching the left side of my blouse. The part near my shoulder.

He pulled it slightly.

The cotton peeled back.

My left breast started to come into view — full curve, smooth skin, soft jiggle from the pull.

I gasped and brought my hand across, covering it.

He paused.

Then moved to the other side.

Right hand, right side.

This time, he pulled it more firmly. The cloth slid down the slope of my right breast.

Before the nipple could show — I brought my other hand across.

Both hands now cupping my breasts, holding them tightly.

The blouse hung down loosely at my elbows, wide open.

He sighed, half laughing.

“Anni… you should not cover with hand.”

I smiled. “You never said that in the dare.”

“You said you wanted to remove the blouse. You did. That’s all.”

He gave a small pout, like a scolded collegeboy.

I laughed. “Next time be more specific.”

He sat back on the mat, legs folded, body bare, but not defeated.

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We started the next game.

I won.

And I didn’t hesitate.

“Your turn now.”

He looked at me.

I smiled. “Remove your last piece. Slowly.”

He blinked.

“You mean… inner?”

I nodded. “Yes. Stand up. Do it slow. Inch by inch.”

He gave one small smile — maybe nervous, maybe excited.

Then stood.

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His cock was already semi-hard. The inner was clinging to it like skin.

His fingers touched the waistband.

He didn’t look at me.

Just started pulling.

Slowly.

First the sides loosened.

Then the top dipped. The waistband slid under his navel.

His pubic hair showed — trimmed short. Neat.

Then the root of his cock — brown with a white-pink base — thick, curved, soft but swelling.

The head was still under the cloth.

He pulled it further.

The head slipped out.

Brown and white mix. Skin slightly loose near the top. Vein running down the side.

It bounced once as the fabric dropped.

Then the full length stood free.

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I swallowed.

Seven inches. Maybe more.

Longer than Kartik.

Thicker too — not as fat as Prakash’s, but still healthy.

I remembered Prakash’s black, thick cock. Like a monster.

This one wasn’t that.

But it looked alive.

Real.

Heavy.

His balls hung full beneath, soft and lightly shaking.

He immediately covered it with one hand and sat down.

His chest rising fast now. Like he knew I saw everything.

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And me?

I was still topless.

Blouse off shoulders. Hands cupping my breasts.

Eyes locked on the cock I just dared to see.

No touch yet.

But my legs were pressing together.

Because my pussy?

Leaking again.

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The cards were hot in my hands. Or maybe it was just my palms sweating.

My breasts were heavy — no blouse, no bra, just my arms crossed over them. And even that was failing. My nipples were so hard, the pressure from my own skin was too much.

My panty was soaked.

Fully.

The dark patch in the center had spread. I could feel it clinging to me, sticky against my lips. My thighs wouldn’t stop rubbing.

And Arjun?

Naked.

His cock standing straight. Brown-pink, thick, veiny.

Head shining.

Precum glistening at the tip like his body had no more shame.

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He won again.

Looked calm. But I could see it — the tightness in his abs, the twitch in his shaft.

“Anni,” he said. “Come close.”

I tilted my head. “Why?”

“Feed me,” he said, smiling. “Like I’m your baby.”

I blinked.

“What?”

“Just come… hold me… pretend to feed like you’re my mother.”

I laughed once — sharp.

“My hands are covering your full entertainment show. If I remove, everything will fall out.”

He smiled. “Then that’s the correct dare. Remove your hand.”

I looked at him.

Then down at his cock.

It was standing hard now. The head looked angry — swollen, wet.

I raised one eyebrow.

“Pointing there,” I said, “are you asking? Or is that asking?”

He grinned. “Both of us are asking.”

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I sighed.

And slowly…

I moved my arms away.

My breasts dropped.

Free.

Full.

Exposed.

The nipples were tight, dark brown, stiff from all that holding and teasing. The weight of each breast made them bounce slightly as I moved.

He stared.

Not wide-eyed. Not laughing.

Just…

Stunned.

His cock twitched.

A small drop of precum dripped and hung from the tip.

I didn’t say anything.

But my panties — I could feel it.

I was leaking.

Slick warmth soaking the cloth. A tiny line trickling down toward the mat.

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Next round.

I won.

I looked up at him.

His chest was still moving fast. His cock was bobbing slightly with every breath.

“Your turn now,” I said softly.

He looked up.

“Come close.”

He got up, cock swaying slightly as he stepped.

“Stand here,” I said, pointing near me.

He stood. His cock was inches from my face now — flushed, dripping, thick.

“My dare,” I said, voice quiet, “is… hold your cock. And tell me how you’d seduce me. What you’d do. What you’d say.”

He blinked.

I smiled. “Like you’re trying to impress your anni.”

He laughed once — nervous.

Then his hand went down.

He held it.

Fingers wrapped slowly around the shaft.

One stroke.

Just once.

His voice low.

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“First… I’d take your hand,” he said, softly.

He lifted his other hand toward me — hovered near mine.

“Then I’d bring your palm here,” he whispered, guiding it toward his cock but not touching yet.

“I’d tell you… you’ve been making me mad from the first day. The way you sit. The way your hips sway when you go to the kitchen.”

His cock twitched in his fist. He stroked once more.

“I’d say… anni… you’ve no idea what you’ve done to me.”

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I was frozen.

Breathing harder now.

His hand moved again.

Precum smeared along his fingers.

My eyes stayed there.

His words burned into me.

My nipples were aching now.

My panties were useless. Wet. Flooded.

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I didn’t say anything.

Didn’t stop him.

Didn’t move.

Just watched.

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The cards were half-forgotten now.

I shuffled without thinking.

His eyes were on my chest — my full, open breasts bouncing lightly with every move.

He won again.

I knew before he opened his mouth that something dangerous was coming.

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“Anni,” he said, smiling a little.

“Remove your panty.”

I froze.

No fake smile this time.

“No,” I said firmly. “Sorry. That one you can’t ask.”

He opened his mouth.

I lifted my hand, stopping him.

“Or the game ends here.”

He looked down.

Nodded once. Silent.

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He sat back. For a moment, I thought the heat had broken.

But then he looked up again — soft, respectful.

“Then…” he said quietly.

“Feed me.”

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My stomach flipped.

I closed my legs tighter under me.

“Rules,” I said quickly, holding up a finger. “No touching. Only lips. Max 1 minute. That’s all.”

He gave a small boyish nod.

“Five minutes?” he tried, laughing.

“One.”

“Okay anni.”

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I sighed.

Then crooked my finger at him. “Come.”

He crawled closer, his cock bobbing heavily as he moved — no shame now.

He lay down, resting his head carefully in my lap.

His breath hit my bare thigh — made my skin jump.

I cupped his head gently, lowering his face toward my chest.

The weight of his head pulled at my panty waistband slightly.

I felt the heat between my legs spill a little — sticky, desperate.

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And then...

His lips closed around my nipple.

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Soft.

Wet.

Warm.

No hands.

No push.

Just sucking.

Slowly.

Rhythmically.

His tongue flicked once over the tip — lazy, slow.

I gasped without meaning to.

The suction pulled the full aerola into his mouth.

Not rough. Not greedy.

Slow. Deep. Savoring.

He wasn't sucking like a child.

He was sucking like a man.

Like he was starving.

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I could feel it:

His tongue tracing the circle of my aerola.

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His breath fanning my skin.

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The wetness spreading in my panty — soaking, dripping into the mat now.

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My thighs trembling, toes curling against the mat.

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One minute?

It felt like an hour.

I looked at the clock.

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“Time’s up,” I said breathlessly.

He didn’t stop.

Sucked once more, harder, like trying to steal one last taste.

I pushed his forehead gently.

“Enough.”

He pulled back.

His lips shiny. His eyes glazed.

He sat up slowly.

Moved back to his place.

His cock?

Angry hard. Red. Veins thick. Dripping precum again.

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And me?

My breast was tingling.

My panty flooded.

My thighs shaking.

And the worst?

I wanted to call him back.

I wanted to shove his face into my other breast.

But I just sat there.

Breathing.

Silent.

Waiting for the next move.

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The next round.

Cards shuffled clumsily.

My hands weren’t steady.

My panty — still soaking — clung to me like glue. My thighs were sticky. The mat was damp under me. My breasts bounced free with every little movement, the nipples stiff, desperate.

I won.

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I looked at him.

He waited.

Breathing harder.

His cock was throbbing now — pink at the tip, brown along the shaft, thick, leaking.

I smiled softly.

“Get up,” I said.

He stood.

The cock sprang forward — not wildly, but heavily, proudly.

Standing straight toward me.

Pointing like it had a mind of its own.

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“Don’t move,” I said. “Be a statue.”

He froze.

Arms loose. Legs slightly apart. Cock standing straight, twitching once every few seconds.

Precum drooled from the head.

Clear, thick.

Hung at the tip.

Dropped.

Hung again.

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I didn’t walk.

I crawled.

On my hands and knees.

Breasts swinging beneath me — heavy, round, full — pulling against the soft skin of my chest.

I could feel them swaying.

I could see his eyes flicker downward — staring at the way my breasts jiggled, the nipples almost grazing the mat.

I crawled closer.

Slowly.

Inches away.

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Now my face was inches from his cock.

I didn't touch him.

I didn’t use hands.

I just lifted my face up — like a cat sniffing.

The smell hit me.

Musky.

Strong.

Warm.

Fishy.

Exactly like I had read in some forgotten biology chapter — male fluids have a musky, sea-salt smell.

It wasn’t disgusting.

It was…

Raw.

Real.

Man.

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He twitched.

I raised one eyebrow.

“Statue means statue,” I said sharply.

He stood still again.

Hands at sides. Cock proud and dripping.

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I moved my face closer.

Opened my mouth slightly.

Pushed out my tongue.

And licked.

Just once.

One small lick.

Across the shiny bead of precum resting at his tip.

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The taste hit me.

Salty.

Warm.

Alive.

Not sweet.

Not bitter.

Just… male.

Just Arjun.

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He shuddered.

His thighs flexed hard.

His cock twitched madly — like it wanted to jump into my mouth fully.

But he didn’t move.

Obeyed.

I smiled, small.

Because even now — even now — he was still calling me anni in his heart.

Still respecting me.

While my tongue licked his leaking cock.

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I pulled back.

Sat on my heels.

My breasts bounced once, heavy and slow.

His cock twitched again.

But we didn’t speak.

We just looked at each other.

Breathing.

Alive.

Burning.

And still pretending it was all a game.

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[Hotyyhard]

I agree because I feel that she has gone overboard trying to dominate/humiliate prakash... just my thoughts...

i think Prakash will take his revenge by fucking her without mercy on rooftop

[Sage_69]

That was so hot. Will Pavi break the limit and become fully naked too?

[sexypreeti]

The cotton peeled back.

My left breast started to come into view — full curve, smooth skin, soft jiggle from the pull.

I gasped and brought my hand across, covering it.

He paused.

Then moved to the other side.

Right hand, right side.

This time, he pulled it more firmly. The cloth slid down the slope of my right breast.

Before the nipple could show — I brought my other hand across.

Both hands now cupping my breasts, holding them tightly.

The blouse hung down loosely at my elbows, wide open.

He sighed, half laughing.

“Anni… you should not cover with hand.”

I smiled. “You never said that in the dare.”

“You said you wanted to remove the blouse. You did. That’s all.”

He gave a small pout, like a scolded collegeboy.

I laughed. “Next time be more specific.”

He sat back on the mat, legs folded, body bare, but not defeated.

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We started the next game.

I won.

And I didn’t hesitate.

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If you are covering your nipples with your hands then how would you play cards without removing them??? Maybe I missed something...

[yazhiniram]

If you are covering your nipples with your hands then how would you play cards without removing them??? Maybe I missed something...

Still its possible, hand is covering the breasts, but fingers are free. so fingers holding cards and other hand taking, dropping cards. I don't see, its not a problem or issue.

[sexypreeti]

Still its possible, hand is covering the breasts, but fingers are free. so fingers holding cards and other hand taking, dropping cards. I don't see, its not a problem or issue.

Well I play cards and I tried doing this...but I couldn't anyways it is your story...

[Gilmalover]

hot update. she should lick his balls and then make him lick her armpit, navel and asshole.

[Urupudathavan]

All cocks are bigger than her husbands. Very sexy

[NovelNavel]

She has licked another man dick now. Super

[Kedibillaa]

Prakash is stronger than Raj, Kartic and Arjun, yet being a low class man, he is treated underrated

[samcoolpatil007]

One of the best erotic stories I have ever read.. I love these kind of build ups.. Hats off to u dear.. Waiting desperately for next update and a biiiig one...

[StoryReader1]

Please continue