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Adultery The Language of Her Heart
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23-05-2025, 06:10 AM
Prakash should make her his slave dog slowly, firmly and make her take his seeds inside.
23-05-2025, 08:39 AM
With enough juices, I pulled out his cock.
Slowly. Not all at once. Bit by bit. So I could feel every ridge, every edge. ------------------------------------------ His thickness slid out. Like dragging a full branch from a wet tunnel. My cunt gripped it. Didn’t want to let go. But I pulled. ------------------------------------------ Not to escape. But to adjust. To let my body breathe. And then— To welcome him again. Properly. ------------------------------------------ The head left me with a pop. A sound so soft, yet so filthy. My pussy felt open. Like lips left wide after a deep kiss. I shivered. ------------------------------------------ Water licked my ankles. My inner thighs dripped. Juice. Sweat. Maybe a drop of blood. I didn’t care. I was already ruined. ------------------------------------------ His cockhead rested under me. Still wet. Still hard. Still thick. Like it missed being inside. ------------------------------------------ I raised my hips just a little. Then aimed again. Used my right hand to guide. Held the base. Thick. Pulsing. Hot. ------------------------------------------ I lowered my hips. Not fast. Just an inch. Then another. Letting him in— Again. ------------------------------------------ My pussy sucked him back. Slowly. Greedy. Hungry. Wider this time. ------------------------------------------ Juice coated him. Made the glide smoother. My inner lips parted. Pushed out. Opened with every drop of weight I gave. ------------------------------------------ I moaned. Couldn’t help it. It wasn’t pain now. Not like before. But pressure. Full pressure. ------------------------------------------ Like my pussy was swallowing something sacred. Or dangerous. Or both. ------------------------------------------ His cock entered inch by inch. Like a train pushing into tight tunnel. Every line of his skin— Every thick vein— Pressed into me. ------------------------------------------ I felt it all. Against my walls. Filling spaces I didn’t know I had. Stretching folds I thought belonged to no one. Not even Kartik. ------------------------------------------ And still— I was going lower. His cockhead reached deep. Base still outside. I wasn't done. ------------------------------------------ I pushed again. My arms stiffened. My thighs shook. I bit my lip. And dropped. ------------------------------------------ All of me. All my weight. Crashing. Letting his cock tear its way in. One brutal stroke. ------------------------------------------ I felt it. That final second. Where his cock pushed past the last tight ring inside me. And my pussy… Swallowed him whole. ------------------------------------------ Every inch. Buried. His root touching my cunt lips. His balls brushing my ass. My body? Split. Full. Claimed. ------------------------------------------ A moan came out of me. Not a high one. But deep. From my gut. From the shame. From the pleasure. ------------------------------------------ My cunt burned. Not outside. Inside. Like someone poured hot oil in. But the oil had veins. And I could feel every one of them. ------------------------------------------ His cock didn’t just fill me. It pulsed inside me. It spoke to my flesh. Each throb— Like a knock. Like a hello. Like a you’re mine now. ------------------------------------------ I gasped. Tried to breathe. My chest was tight. My nipples stiff inside my blouse. They hurt from rubbing cloth. But nothing compared to my hole. ------------------------------------------ That hole— My sweet soft pussy— Now stretched around this bastard’s cock. And yet? It loved it. Every stretch. Every beat. Every thick vein. ------------------------------------------ I’d never felt this. Not with Kartik. He was too small. Too dry. Too fast. Too selfish. ------------------------------------------ Arjun? He had length. Not this width. He fucked with heart. But this— This cock fucked with history. ------------------------------------------ It felt like it had seen things. Ruined women. Taught cunts. And now— It was inside me. ------------------------------------------ I exhaled. Long. Slow. My stomach tightened. Pain twisted up my back. But I didn’t rise. I stayed there. Full. Plugged. ------------------------------------------ I looked down. At his face. He was still. But his eyes? They were watching my pain. Watching my expression. ------------------------------------------ And he loved it. That made me boil. This ugly bastard— Enjoying my tension. My struggle. My fall. ------------------------------------------ So I slapped him. Hard. Fingers spread. Right on his cheek. His head turned a little. Water splashed near his ear. ------------------------------------------ But he didn’t react. Didn’t blink. Didn’t frown. His cock twitched inside me. That was his reply. ------------------------------------------ I spat on him. Right on his face. A long, thick spit. From my tongue. Onto his cheek. Nose. Mouth. ------------------------------------------ It dripped down slowly. Like claiming him back. Like marking him. The way he marked me inside. ------------------------------------------ Still no reaction. No anger. No shame. Just those deep eyes. Taking everything. Saying nothing. ------------------------------------------ I snarled. Scolded. “Hey! This is not for you.” He blinked. “This is for me. Don’t over imagine.” ------------------------------------------ I said it with teeth. But my body? It loved being watched. Loved being felt. Loved being ruined. ------------------------------------------ Even if he couldn’t see my body— Everything was under saree. Blouse. Petticoat. My modesty was intact. But my cunt? Was being made into a memory. ------------------------------------------ He could only see my face. Nothing else. But that was enough. My face held all the shame. All the tension. All the betrayal. ------------------------------------------ And I saw it in his eyes. He loved it. Loved watching me fall apart. With his cock buried inside. ------------------------------------------ But I wasn’t done. I started thinking— This pain… Will it turn into pleasure? Will this stretch become hunger? ------------------------------------------ I licked my lips. Wiped my sweat. Held my thighs tighter. And slowly— I lifted my hips. ------------------------------------------ Just a little. His cock dragged inside me. Vein by vein. Like pulling out a thick, live rope. ------------------------------------------ My hole gripped him. Didn’t want him to leave. But I had to move. Had to ride. Had to take him in again. ------------------------------------------ I pushed back down. Not full. Just enough. To tease myself. To learn his shape. ------------------------------------------ My cunt widened again. Welcoming. Juice leaked down my thighs. Mixing with tank water. And I knew— I was ready to ride. ------------------------------------------ Now I started to pull little. Just a small lift. An inch. Maybe less. His cock dragged inside me. ------------------------------------------ Then I pushed. Down again. Same inch. Maybe a bit more. My pussy opened again. Welcomed again. ------------------------------------------ It hurt less now. Still tight. Still full. But the edge of pain? Softening. Turning into heat. ------------------------------------------ I did it again. Up a little. Then down. A rhythm was forming. Between my thighs. ------------------------------------------ His cock was learning my shape. Or maybe my pussy was learning his. Like puzzle pieces. Trying to lock. Trying to melt. ------------------------------------------ I moaned. First real moan. Not because it hurt. Because it felt. Felt like something my body missed. ------------------------------------------ He still didn’t move. Didn’t raise hands. Didn’t buck hips. Didn’t talk. Just lay flat. ------------------------------------------ Panty gone from his face. Now I could see him. Every little twitch. Every inch of breath. Every drop of sweat. ------------------------------------------ His eyes looked up. At me. Not like lover. Not like man. Like beggar. Like servant. ------------------------------------------ Like he got something divine today. His face was glowing. Eyes filled. Not just with lust. With… devotion. ------------------------------------------ I could see it. That ugly face. Dark skin. Hair stuck to forehead. But still— He looked like a man who just saw goddess. ------------------------------------------ And I? Was the goddess. Not out of pride. But truth. A high-class woman. Married. Mother. Polished. Covered in red cotton. ------------------------------------------ And I was riding this— This filthy security. This tank cleaner. This dog. ------------------------------------------ But he didn’t act dirty. He didn’t smirk. Didn’t bite lip. Didn’t joke. He just watched. ------------------------------------------ His eyes wide. His mouth open slightly. Chest moving fast. As if he didn’t believe this was real. ------------------------------------------ And that— That made it filthier. That made it sweeter. I was his dream. And I was fucking myself on him. ------------------------------------------ My pussy started leaking more. The friction helped. Juices coated his cock. Made it easier. Made the ride smoother. ------------------------------------------ I used that. Started to move more. Up—down. Up. Down. ------------------------------------------ Slow at first. Feeling every inch. Making it real. Making it last. ------------------------------------------ His cock rubbed all inside. Sides. Bottom. Roof. Everywhere. I could feel his veins— Pressed into my flesh. ------------------------------------------ I used my thighs now. Used my back. Used my waist. Started bouncing lightly. Tank water rippled below. ------------------------------------------ Moans came out more now. From my mouth. From my chest. Even from my pussy. That soft wet chukk chukk. Soaked sounds. ------------------------------------------ His eyes— They filled with something I didn’t expect. Not just arousal. But… joy. ------------------------------------------ He was happy. Like a man seeing light after years of dark. Like a dog finally allowed on bed. Like a slave kissed by queen. ------------------------------------------ That word hit me. Slave. That’s what he looked like. Beneath me. Naked. Still. Cock inside his owner. ------------------------------------------ And I was riding him. Not as his woman. Not as his lover. As his queen. His higher being. ------------------------------------------ It made my cunt tighter. I clenched around his cock. And he twitched inside me. A full pulse. Like a heartbeat from his cock to my soul. ------------------------------------------ I didn’t say anything. Didn’t need to. I let my body speak. Let my hips move. ------------------------------------------ Up. Down. Up. Down. Wetness splashed from between us. His cock now slick and shining. ------------------------------------------ And I moaned harder. Louder. My mouth open. Eyes half closed. Face flushed. ------------------------------------------ And he? He moaned too. Soft. Like a whisper. Like a man afraid to ruin the moment. ------------------------------------------ His breath matched mine. Not aggressive. Not dirty. But deep. Warm. ------------------------------------------ And I liked it. Liked seeing him happy. Liked that his eyes looked thankful. Almost… grateful. ------------------------------------------ Something in that made me warmer. Not in heart. In cunt. My folds softened more. Opened more. ------------------------------------------ Pain had fully changed now. To ache. To stretch. To need. ------------------------------------------ But I couldn’t let him forget. Who was on top. Who made this happen. Who was the queen. ------------------------------------------ So I slapped him again. This time— Harder. Right across his jaw. It echoed. ------------------------------------------ He didn’t flinch. Didn’t close eyes. Didn’t complain. He took it. Like a loyal dog. ------------------------------------------ I spat again. This time— On his lips. Direct. Juicy. Marking him. ------------------------------------------ Then another slap. On the other cheek. He moaned. Not in pain. In pleasure. ------------------------------------------ My body bounced again. I rode him harder now. No more slow. Full strokes. All the way up. All the way down. ------------------------------------------ The slap made me hornier. The spit made me wetter. The power fed my hips. ------------------------------------------ His cock hit deep now. Each down push— Reached the end of me. I gasped. Eyes rolled. ------------------------------------------ Saree stuck to my back. Petticoat soaked. Blouse wet under breasts. Hair clinging to neck. I was a mess. But I was queen. ------------------------------------------ My body did it all. Thighs. Waist. Spine. Pussy. Every part helped fuck him. ------------------------------------------ Tank water splashing. Cock sliding. Juice dripping. Moans echoing. ------------------------------------------ I looked down again. His face— Still there. Still worshipping. Still moaning softly with me. ------------------------------------------ I wasn’t just riding him. I was using him. Using a real cock. One that had size. One that had worth. ------------------------------------------ Not like Kartik. Not like his plastic pokes. Or his selfish 2-minute thrusts. ------------------------------------------ Not like poor Arjun. His sweetness couldn’t fill me. His innocence couldn’t stretch me. ------------------------------------------ But this? This thick, hard, pulsing beast? My pussy had been aching for this. ------------------------------------------ For two full months. Quietly. Softly. But madly. ------------------------------------------ And now— Finally— I was fucking with real cock, which my pussy was aching from last 2 months. ------------------------------------------ I continue to ride him. Faster now. Harder. Heavy thrusts. My hips pounding down. ------------------------------------------ No grace. No rhythm. Just raw hunger. My thighs slap his waist. My cunt grips and swallows. ------------------------------------------ I take a pause. Every five. Every ten thrusts. I don’t know the count. I can’t. I’m not thinking. ------------------------------------------ I moan between them. Loud. Wet. Raw. My mouth stays open. Like I’m drinking air. Or begging for more. ------------------------------------------ My hands on his chest. Fingers curled. Nails leaving marks. Blouse soaked. Hair all over my face. ------------------------------------------ I move again. Down. Up. Down. Up. The tank echoes with our bodies. Water splashing softly. My breath like thunder. ------------------------------------------ His cock— It doesn’t give up. Still thick. Still strong. Still stretching me. Still fucking me. ------------------------------------------ I keep riding. Keep bouncing. Keep losing control. The heat builds. Low in my belly. Deep in my cunt. ------------------------------------------ I don’t know time. 5 minutes? 10? Maybe more. Maybe less. I don’t care. ------------------------------------------ Because something… Something is changing. Inside me. In my pussy. In my legs. ------------------------------------------ It starts as a buzz. Then a wave. Then a… something. I can’t name it. But it’s big. It’s coming. ------------------------------------------ It feels like my body is pulling. Tightening. Reaching for something far. But close. So close. ------------------------------------------ My walls tighten around him. My cunt feels like a mouth now. Sucking. Drinking. Claiming. I moan again. Louder. ------------------------------------------ He moans too. But soft. Like a man praying. But I? I’m drowning. I’m flying. I’m breaking. ------------------------------------------ That something grows. Inside me. Below my navel. Above my thighs. In my bones. In my soul. ------------------------------------------ Is this… Is this it? Is this what Kavita said? That word. That strange, secret word. Orgasm? ------------------------------------------ I don’t know. I never felt it like this. Not with Kartik. Not even when Arjun used his tongue. That was sweet. But this? ------------------------------------------ This is wild. This is war. My whole cunt is alive. And it’s not mine anymore. It belongs to the feeling. ------------------------------------------ I stop moving for a second. Body stiffens. Legs shaking. Eyes wide. Breath stuck. Fingers digging. ------------------------------------------ Then it comes. Like lightning. Like flood. Like explosion inside my pussy. I scream. ------------------------------------------ Scream like a slut. Like a woman set on fire. Like a queen falling from sky. The tank echoes. My moan bounces off every wall. ------------------------------------------ I don’t care. If neighbors hear. If birds fly. If gods watch. I scream again. Mouth wide. Drool slipping. ------------------------------------------ My legs tremble. My thighs lock. My pussy grips his cock like claws. Juice bursts. Liquid gushes. ------------------------------------------ From deep inside. From the core. From places untouched for years. I’m leaking. Flooding. Soaking his cock, balls, thighs. ------------------------------------------ It’s not pee. It’s me. My orgasm. My first. With cock inside. With someone beneath. ------------------------------------------ I gasp. Shake. Cry. Moan. Collapse. ------------------------------------------ My body can't stay up. My soul just gave up. I fall forward. Heavy. Loose. Breathless. ------------------------------------------ My chest lands on him. My breasts press into his ribs. My cheek rests near his neck. I smell his sweat. His skin. ------------------------------------------ I hear his heartbeat. Fast. Like he’s shocked. But proud. Like he just won something. ------------------------------------------ My cunt still holding him. Still full. Still dripping. Still open. But I’m done. ------------------------------------------ My hips stop. My thighs fall. No more ride. Only rest. Only heat. ------------------------------------------ I don’t speak. Don’t look. Just breathe. Let my face lie on his shoulder. Let my body melt into him. ------------------------------------------ His arms don’t move. He stays still. Like furniture. Like throne. And I? I lie on it. ------------------------------------------ His queen. Naked inside. Clothed outside. Wrecked inside. Silent outside. ------------------------------------------ My mouth brushes his ear. My nose near his jaw. My fingers curl against his skin. But I don’t rise. Not yet. ------------------------------------------ Because this— This is peace. This is what I never had. This is what I became. This is who I am now. ------------------------------------------ And his cock? Still inside me. Fully. Resting. Like a sword in its scabbard. Like a secret I’ll never confess. ------------------------------------------ I sigh. Soft. My breath touches his collarbone. My lashes close. My thighs still shaking. But it’s done. ------------------------------------------ I’ve lied on him. Not fallen. Claimed. My first orgasm on cock. On this cock. On this filthy bastard. ------------------------------------------ And now I lie. Heavy. Spent. Marked. My crown invisible. But real. ------------------------------------------ His queen. On him. 
Outstanding...crisp..short...but detailed at the same time :)
23-05-2025, 10:26 AM
(This post was last modified: 23-05-2025, 10:36 AM by Vijay42. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
Wowwww ....This is the limit of happiness. clp); clp); clp);
  This will increase the need for Pavithra. 100 words transmitting lust...very very super. Pavithra - Prakash's conversation needed more more ...pls My request is only Very talented writer ....yazhiniram 
23-05-2025, 02:02 PM
Really hot and erotic update......
What a talented writer we have here on xossipy...... Hope the updates come regularly like the way it's been coming..... Thanks Yazhiniram for this wonderful story
Val
23-05-2025, 10:14 PM
Awesome update. he has stretched her pussy and set a new benchmark.
27-05-2025, 02:23 PM
He’s feeling my soft body in saree on top of him.
For the first time. Like a man who dreamed it— And finally has it. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Not wild now. Not dirty. Just… still. Quiet heat. Full skin contact. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My chest on his chest. My breasts on his ribs. My cheek near his neck. My waist over his belly. My thighs over his. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My cunt— Still wide. Still soaking. Still stuffed. His cock inside. Not even softened. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- How is it still hard? How is he still holding? I just exploded. Fell. Leaked. Screamed. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- And he? Still quiet. Still present. Still deep inside me. Still thick. Still calm. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I can't move. Not yet. My body gave everything. My orgasm wasn’t small. It was loud. Wild. Breaking. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Now I lie here. Eyes half closed. Hair over my face. Saree clinging to my back. Blouse wet under breasts. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I smell sweat. Mine. His. Mixed. The tank water too. But mostly—us. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My pussy still twitching. Tight pulses. Slow contractions. Milking nothing. Begging for air. But it still holds his cock. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- He doesn’t speak. Doesn’t touch. Doesn’t claim. Just lets me rest. Like he knows what he gave. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My hand is on his chest. Palm flat. Fingers tired. Breathing through my mouth. Lower lip trembling. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Suddenly— I feel it. Not thrust. Not grind. Just… adjustment. His body. Subtle movement. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- One leg shifts. I feel it against mine. Water ripples again. Soft waves lick my calves. His thigh bends slightly upward. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Then the other leg. Knees drawing inward. Not rushed. Not rough. Just realigning. Preparing. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- His hips tilt. Slight. But strong. And I feel my ass lift. By reflex. My body moving along with his. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I gasp. Not out of fear. Out of knowing. He's not done. I might be resting. But he’s still full of fire. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- His back arches. Chest rises. I rise with it. My stomach brushes his abs. My nipples press harder into his skin. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My cunt clenches. Still slick. Still loose from the flood. But tight enough to feel him. Still stiff. Still there. Still his. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- His hand. It moves. First time. From the water. Slides up. Wet fingers. Up my waist. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Slowly. So slowly. Like testing the heat of a flame. He doesn’t grab. Just lifts me a bit. By the side. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My upper body stays down. My breasts slide a little across his skin. But my hips? They lift. My hole? Pulls slightly up his shaft. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Not out. Just a stretch. Just enough for me to feel the shape. To feel what’s still waiting. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Then he pulls his hips back. A slow drag. Not full stroke. Just a tease. A warning. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- And then— He pushes. One soft thrust. Straight into my cunt. Full. Complete. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I scream. No control. No planning. “Aaaaah—” Loud. Raw. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My mouth opens wide. My hand grabs his chest. My thighs jerk. My spine bends. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It’s not pain. Not like before. But I wasn’t ready. My body still recovering. Still floating from the last wave. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Now this new push? It shakes everything again. My hole opens wider. As if it never closed. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- His cock slides in deep. Easily now. My juice helps. His strength helps. My surrender helps. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I don’t lift my head. Just breathe against his skin. His neck smells of tank water and sex. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I feel him exhale. Into the air. Not a moan. Just breath. Hot. Calm. Male. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My saree falls over my side. One pleat sticks to his arm. My blouse strap loose. Still no hands on my breasts. Still no kiss. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- But his cock? That’s kissing everything inside me. The thick tip hits deep. His base rubs my lips. I gasp again. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I can’t move. Still lying. Still dripping. But now he’s doing it. Doing what I did minutes ago. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Another push. This time slower. But firmer. Full stroke. My body presses down again. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- He’s starting his round. After letting me rest. After letting me explode. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- For him— This is still first round. He hasn’t even begun. But for me? This is second. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- One I didn’t expect. One I didn’t ask. But one I now need. Already. Again. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- And his cock? It knows. It feels it. My walls opening again. My breath catching. My spine responding. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- His hips roll once. Then pause. Then again. Like learning how I breathe. Like dancing under me. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I’m not riding now. I’m taken. Even if I lie on top. Now he’s the one moving. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- And I— Still leaking. Still sensitive. Still ruined from first climax— Just let it happen. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Let his hand lift me slightly. Let his cock dig deeper. Let his rhythm begin. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Because I’m still wet. Still warm. Still open. Still trembling. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- He’s started again. And this time— It’s not mine. It’s his. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- But my body? Already giving in. Already singing again. Already hungry. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Because I can feel it: He’s started second round for me, for him still first round only. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- He started fucking me. Real fucking. Not play. Not trial. But slow, hard, real fuck. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I’m not riding. I’m not leading. I’m being taken. By the cock that stayed inside me. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My pussy still swollen. Still leaking. Still pulsing from my first real orgasm. But he doesn’t wait. He moves. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- One thrust. Slow. So slow it hurts. His cock drags along every fold inside. Every soft place. Every stretched wall. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- And I scream. Loud. Sudden. "Aaaaahhh…" A howl ripped from inside my cunt. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Not fake. Not shy. My whole body joins the moan. Spine arches. Nipples scratch blouse. My ass rises with the shock. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- He fucks again. One more thrust. Still slow. Still exact. Still deliberate. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- And again— "Uhhh… aah… haan…" The moans tear out of me. I can't help. I can't control. I don’t want to. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- He lifts my ass slightly. Not much. Just enough to position. To lock my hole right on his cock’s path. His hips move. His cock pushes. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I’m split. Again. Again. The stretch hurts again. Like it’s new. Like it’s first time. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- But it’s not pain alone. It’s fire. A deep, mad, sacred burn. His cock— Hot. Veined. Wet. Real. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I feel his skin rub mine. His cock root press my lips. His balls graze softly under me. His shaft— God. It fills me like I was made for this. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- And still— He doesn’t rush. No pounding. Just rhythm. Pressure. Control. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- He fucks me like he owns me. One slow stroke. Then pause. Then another. My hole twitches. Welcomes. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My cunt opens like mouth. And he feeds it. Thick meat. One bite at a time. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I cry. Loud. Sharp. Cunt crying. Mouth crying. Mind crying. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It’s too much. Too soon. I’m still floating from orgasm. Still leaking. Still ruined. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- And now he’s digging again. Digging slow. Digging deep. And my body? It loves it. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I can’t move. I’m paralyzed. But inside? I’m melting. Burning. Twisting. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My walls stretch for him. My juice flows for him. My breath fails for him. And his cock? Keeps fucking. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I bite. I bite his chest. Not cute. Not soft. Teeth pressed deep. To silence my own moan. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- But he doesn’t stop. Doesn’t flinch. He fucks harder. Same slow. But deeper. More weight. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I hear slaps. My ass meeting his thighs. My soaked cunt making wet music. “Chukk… chukk… chukk…” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I grip his body. Hug him. Tight. Fingers slide in tank water. My palms touch the surface. But my core stays open. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- He fucks like I’m his hole. Not woman. Not housewife. Just hole. Just cunt. Just need. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- And I— Can’t deny it. I moan louder. Cry heavier. Tears form. From too much pleasure. From no control. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I feel pressure again. In my hips. In my belly. My cunt pulsing. Not orgasm yet. But building. Rising. Threatening. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- He breathes heavy. His face near mine. Still no word. Only eyes. Only movement. Only cock. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- He’s strong. Too strong. His thrusts shake my breasts. Make my nipples rub harder inside blouse. Make my sweat pour. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The saree still covers us. Still hiding everything. But inside? Filth. Raw. Shameful. Intimate. Sacred. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I feel him watch me. Watch my face. Watch my gasps. My tears. My moans. My surrender. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- He fucks like he waited years. Saved this moment. Stored every thrust. Every inch. For today. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- And I? I’m breaking again. My legs tremble. My hole aches. My lips part. My voice cracks. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- He doesn’t care. He shouldn’t. Because I gave him this. I let him in. I let this beast become my man. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- His rhythm changes slightly. Faster. Not fast. But faster. And deeper. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My eyes close. I can't hold. Can’t stay proud. Can’t stay sane. Only slut remains. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My cunt clenches. Holds him. Tries to stop him. But he keeps going. And that resistance? It makes him grow harder. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I moan— “Uhhh… ahh… Prakash… aaaahh…” Not meaning to call him. But name slips. Like cum. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- His hands tighten under my waist. He fucks upward now. Hips lifting. My ass bouncing slightly. Still held by him. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I melt into his chest. My blouse soaked. My petticoat heavy. My saree slipping. But still covering. Still hiding the holy sin. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My hands grip his sides. Fingers dig. My jaw near his ear. My moans loud. Raw. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I can’t act anymore. Can’t pretend. This isn’t affair. This is possession. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- He fucks like man on fire. But with control. With skill. With worship. With destruction. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- And me? I let him. My body says yes. Even when my mouth says stop. Even when my soul forgets. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Every slow thrust pushes air out of me. Pushes moan out of me. Pushes guilt deeper. Pleasure higher. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I feel it— His cock getting thicker. Pulsing more. Ready to end. But not yet. Not now. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Minutes pass. But I don’t feel time. Only pleasure. Only stretch. Only cunt swallowing cock. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- He fucks. I scream. He grips. I shiver. He moves. I melt. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- And still— The saree covers all. Respect outside. Sin inside. Shame in heart. Heaven in hole. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I keep moaning. Harder. Deeper. Can’t fake anymore. This is real. This is filth. This is mine. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- And his? His pace grows now. A little faster. A little cruel. A little man. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Because yes— Minutes are passing and pleasure is increasing. |
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