Adultery The Language of Her Heart

[Vijay42]

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[Vijay42]

There are no words to say.....

Pavithra - Prakash....super pairs including
" cock( penis ) & cunt( pussy )"

[sexypreeti]

Simply superb way of writing...Keep it up  clp); clp); clp);

[Urupudathavan]

First day(night) with real man for pavitra.

prakash
penis will make
pavi
pregnant

:)

[Ajay Kailash]

Interesting

[Sage_69]

Extremely hot.

[Prabhas Rasigan]

Fantastic

[Samadhanam]

Prakash had finally conquered her. Now he should slowly take upper hand and take the anal virginity of her.

[NovelNavel]

I would like to see the security calling her names and fucking her every room of her house and make her his dick slave.

[King Kesavan]

Experienced three cocks now. Raj is waiting in the queue. Exciting one.

[Hotyyhard]

please update

[yazhiniram]

He’s riding faster now.

Fucking me.

Merciless.

No love.

No slow rhythm.

Just raw thrusts.


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Each stroke—

A slap inside me.

Each push—

My skin ripples.

My breasts jump.


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His cock is hammering now.

Not stroking.

Not moving.

Hammering.

Like machine.

Like weapon.


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Water sloshes around us.

Soft splashes.

But his thrusts?

Loud.

Wet.

Heavy.


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“Thukk… thukk… chukk… chukk…”

Sounds of body on body.

Cock in cunt.

Ass on thighs.

Juice on cock.


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And my moans?

No words.

No dignity.

Just screams.

“Aaahhh… haan… uhhh… ahhhh…”


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My voice breaks.

Throat raw.

Face wet.

Breath missing.


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I’m not controlling anymore.

Not acting.

Not riding.

I’m taken.

Fully.


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His hands still under my waist.

Gripping.

Holding.

Lifting.

Using.


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And his cock?

Still inside me.

Still fucking me.

Still growing.

Still harder.


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How?

How is he still not done?

How much more?

But I can’t ask.

I can’t think.


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My cunt—

Wide open.

Soaked.

Flushed.

Gripping nothing.

Swallowing everything.


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I feel it now.

His movement sharper.

No pause.

No slow.

Full speed.


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He’s moving like animal.

Like possessed man.

Like a slave released.

Like a dog turned bull.


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He’s under me.

But I’m not on top anymore.

Not really.

He’s fucking through me.

From below.


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My breasts bounce.

Saree slips.

One strap loose.

My hair flying.

My mouth open.


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His cock—

I feel it.

Pulsing.

Heavy.

Thick.

Thickest it's ever been.


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A warning.

Inside me.

A pulse.

A tremble.

A promise.


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He’s close.

Too close.

His moans grow.

Not loud.

But deep.

From chest.


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I hear him growl.

A low growl.

Like wild animal about to release.

Like primal beast at edge.


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And I—

Panic.

Half-panic.

Is he going to cum?

Inside me?


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I can’t let that happen.

No condom.

No safety.

No plan.

But…

I can’t move.


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My body?

Dead weight.

Arms numb.

Hips locked.

Thighs shaking.

Mind melting.


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And worse?

My body wants it.

Wants the warm release.

The ownership.

The ruin.


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I try to whisper.

Try to say “No…”

But my lips say nothing.

My cunt answers instead.

Clenching tighter.


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He moans again.

Longer this time.

His hands gripping harder.

His hips hitting stronger.

His thrusts rough now.


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Final strokes.

Final rage.

Final heaven.

He’s reaching.

And I?

I’m sliding with him.


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No escape now.

Only one way.

One end.

Shared.

Violent.

Soft.

Final.


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He pounds me.

One.

Two.

Three.

Harder.

Hardest.


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Then—

That last thrust.

Full.

Deep.

So deep I feel it in my throat.

So hard my body jumps.


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Then—

The flood.

Warm.

Thick.

Unstoppable.


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His cock pulses.

One.

Two.

Three bursts.

Cum.

Seed.

Heat.

Ownership.


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No pull-out.

No warning.

Just fill.

Just fill.


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My eyes roll back.

Because the warmth—

Hits me.

Sets something off.


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A fire.

Low.

Fast.

Spreading.

And I—

I cum too.


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Like a mess.

Like a scream.

Like a final giving up.

Juice pours.

Shakes rise.

Back arches.


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My cunt pulses again.

Milks him.

Sucks him.

Takes every drop.


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I scream.

He moans.

Not a voice.

Just breath.

Just growl.

Just beast.


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And now—

Both of us.

Stilled.

But joined.

Flooded.

Inside.

Outside.


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No condom.

No pull-out.

Just skin.

Just cum.

Just surrender.


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My juice.

His seed.

Together.

Merging.

Mixing.

Inside me.


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I feel the warmth.

Oozing out.

Running down.

Sticky.

Heavy.

Real.


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And his moan?

Final.

Quiet.

Deep.

Not pain.

Not joy.

Something else.


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Like a dog growling into the ground.

Like a man worshipping quietly.

Like my name trapped in his throat.


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Because—

Both liquids merged.

He's moaning is quiet like animal.

Post orgasm—

I can’t move.

Not even a finger.

I just fall.

Fall tight on him.

Melt.

Collapse.


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My chest on his chest.

My breasts soft against his skin.

My thighs open.

My cunt wet.

My breath—missing.


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He doesn’t move either.

Not this time.

No thrust.

No shift.

No smirk.


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His body—

I feel it under me.

Still hot.

Still rising and falling.

But slower now.

We’re both breathing like animals that ran too far.


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I felt it.

Two orgasms.

In half hour.

One after riding.

One during his release.


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It’s not pleasure.

It’s something else.

Beyond.

My bones feel warm.

My soul… floating?


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No one gave me this before.

Not even close.

Kartik never.

Arjun tried.

But this?

This was wild.

This was ruin.

This was everything I never admitted I wanted.


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Now he lies.

Under me.

Silent.

Still.

And his cock?

Still inside me.

But…


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Shrinking.

I feel it.

My pussy still holding it.

But it’s softer.

Looser.

Pulling back.


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Like it’s saying goodbye.

Like it’s satisfied.

Like it just marked its place and now resting.


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I’m too weak to rise.

But my face turns.

Slowly.

I look at him.


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Not as the gate dog.

Not the man I used.

Not the filthy bastard I spat on.

But…

A man.


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His face.

Now calm.

Eyes soft.

Mouth not smiling.

Not smug.

Just still.


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And clean.

Not cute.

Not sweet.

But strong.

Mature.

Brown.

Real.


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A man’s face.

Not a boy’s.

Not a servant.

Just…

Him.


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His left arm under his head.

Elbow bent.

Lifting his head slightly.

Watching me.


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And I?

I’m still on his chest.

My saree slipping.

My petticoat wet.

Tank water rising up the fabric.

I don’t care.

Let it soak.

Let it stain.


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I shift.

Not fully.

Just a little.

Slide to his left.

My body rolls slow, like seaweed floating.


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Now I’m on his arm.

My head near his shoulder.

My cheek on the inside of his bicep.

My own arm?

Resting on his.

Fingers touching his wrist.


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And with that motion—

His cock slides out.


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Pluppp.

That sound.

So soft.

So disgusting.

So final.


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A last moan escapes me.

“Aaahhh…”

More breath than sound.

More soul than voice.


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My pussy twitches once.

Missing him.

Feeling empty.

Juice slips out.

Warm liquid trickling between my lips.


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I don’t check.

I don’t wipe.

I just lie there.

Let my legs stay open.

Let the mess drain.


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My face nuzzles into his arm.

The smell hits.

His armpit.

Nasty.

Strong.

Sweat layered.


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But I don’t pull away.

I inhale again.

It’s bad.

But male.

But real.

But his.


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My leg moves.

Instinct.

I drag it over him.

Right leg across his naked thigh.

My bare thigh rubbing his skin.

Sticky. Slippery. Warm.


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I feel the hairs on his leg.

Thick. Rough.

But nice.

Comforting.


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I wrap him.

One leg.

One arm.

Like a lover?

Or something else?

I don’t know.


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My right arm curls over his chest.

Hand resting just under his collarbone.

My fingers spread.

Like marking him.

Like claiming him.


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I feel his breath again.

On my hair.

My forehead.

His chest rises under my palm.

It’s calming.


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And I look up.

Into his face.

His eyes.


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He’s not blinking.

He’s watching.

Watching me like I’m something holy.

Something broken.

Something he worships but touched.


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I don’t smile.

But I don’t look away.

My body’s dead.

But my heart?

Something warm.

Some strange pull.


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I keep watching.

He keeps watching.

No one speaks.

No shame.

No jokes.

No lies.


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Just skin.

Just mess.

Just us.

Wrapped.

Sore.

Still.


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And for the first time—

I wonder…

Do I feel love?

Not like movies.

Not like stories.

Just… softness.

Like wanting to stay for five more minutes.


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His eyes answer nothing.

But they don’t leave me.

And I?

I stay wrapped.

Still touching him.

Still leaking.

Still wrecked.


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Still looking at him.

And…

He’s also looking at me.


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Eyes steady.

Soft.

Not lusty.

Just… there.

Still under me.

Still with me.


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Then his voice.

Low.

Breathless.

Tired.

Almost sweet.

“Madam… are you fine?”


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I smiled.

Lips didn’t open.

Then a tiny laugh slipped out.

Not loud.

But real.


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My hand curled.

Still on his chest.

Still resting.

I looked at him from side of my eye.

Lazy voice.

Mocking tone.

“You want feedback ah?”


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Then I lifted my arm slightly.

One soft slap.

Right on his chin.

Not hard.

Not angry.

But slow.

Warm.

With affection I didn’t plan to give.


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He blinked.

Didn’t expect it.

Didn’t move.

But I saw that smile forming.

Inside him.

On his lips.

In his chest.


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I stayed on his arm.

Didn’t rise.

Didn’t change position.

His arm was pillow.

My saree?

Still soaking.

Tank water now reaching my hip.

But I didn’t care.


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He’s nude.

Still.

I’m fully dressed.

Still.

But we both bare.

Inside.

Between.

Everywhere it matters.


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No one spoke.

Silence.

Just breath.

Slow exhales.

Sticky thighs.

Quiet water.

Warm cunt.

Soft cock.


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Fifteen minutes?

Maybe more.

I stopped counting time after the second orgasm.

My hand started moving.

Naturally.

No thought.

No shame.


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From his chest.

To his stomach.

Then lower.

Across soft belly hair.

To that place.

That warm, sticky, heavy place.


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I found it.

His cock.

Down.

Relaxed.

Still wet.

Still coated in our sin.


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I touched it.

Fingers soft.

Like touching something holy.

Or something broken.

Or both.


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It twitched slightly.

Alive.

But not ready.

I smiled again.

Quietly.

To myself.


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I held it fully now.

Soft meat.

Flesh of the man I called dog.

Now in my hand.

Resting.


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I moved fingers.

Played with tip.

Squeezed slightly.

Pushed skin down.

Then up.

Then around.


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It was sticky.

With both our juices.

I didn’t wipe.

Didn’t flinch.

Let it stay on my fingers.

Like perfume.


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My palm dragged over his shaft.

Slow strokes.

Not to arouse.

To own.

To test.


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Then my fingers moved lower.

To his balls.

Soft pouch.

Heavy.

Covered in hair.


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I cupped it.

Lifted it.

Rolled it.

He breathed harder.

Didn’t stop me.

Didn’t ask.


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Then I grinned.

One small wicked grin.

And pinched one hair.

Just one.

Near the base.

And pulled.

Hard.


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“Ouch!”

He cried.

Like small boy.

Voice sharp.

Sudden.

Funny.


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I laughed.

Open laugh now.

Not loud.

But clear.

Warm water shook under me.

He looked at me.

Half angry.

Half shocked.

Half turned on.


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And I leaned in.

Closer.

Not to speak.

But to give.

My lips touched his chin.

One kiss.

Soft.

Still wet from sweat.


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He froze.

Didn’t expect that.

Didn’t ask for it.

Didn’t know what to do.


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It was my first kiss to him.

Not during moan.

Not during fuck.

But now.

After.

When silence made it deeper.


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I kissed and pulled back.

Returned to same place.

My head on his shoulder.

My arm across his chest.

My leg still over his thigh.


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And his cock?

It twitched.

Just once.

Then again.

Not full.

But coming back.

Semi-erect.

Ready.

Curious.


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And I?

Still holding it.

Still playing.

Still tracing lines of his skin.


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Then I spoke.

Voice calm.

Not angry.

Not loving.

Just sharp.

Curious.

Cold.

“From day one, you were staring at me.”


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His breath caught.

I felt it in his chest.

“Like a dog.”

“Quiet. Obsessed.”


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He didn’t deny.

Didn’t defend.

Just swallowed once.

Waited.


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I squeezed his cock softly.

Still looking ahead.

Not into his eyes.

“So you got what you wanted now.”

“Happy?”


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His voice didn’t rush.

Didn’t act smart.

Just nodded.

And said—

“Yes, madam.”


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That word.

Madam.

Still.

Even now.

After everything.

After what I gave.

He still called me that.

And it hit me.

Like soft rain.


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He still respected me.

Even lying naked.

Even leaking from me.

Even with my hand on his cock.

[Vijay42]

Excellent writing .....yazhiniram bro...
Lip to lip kiss ...please And
It would be nice if both of them have a lot of conversation....
There is a lot of lust in the words of male and female....my request only

[Sage_69]

Masterpiece.

[Aadhivaasi]

She will respect and give him more now as he is the first man to give her a real orgasm. Once karthik and Arjun goes to work, Prakash will be her husband in bed.

[sexypreeti]

Thoroughly loved it  clp); clp); clp);

Awesome...

I am not going to suggest what should happen next because I can already see that you have that already chalked out... So I will hold my horses for the next updates... :)

[Hotyyhard]

extraordinary update

[subbulakshumi]

Awesome narration !!!!

[val.coutinho]

Awesome update..... Let there be a second round back to back in the water tank.... Also this time Pavi should get rid of her clothes and let them kiss like long lost lover's......
I just hope the above mentioned things happen in the next update.

[arahan90]

What exciting updates man...do u understand u are writing not one of but the best erotic story...this is adultery on best...hats off continue as per your wish