Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Bree_lee_674_6]

Great update bro. Keep going !!

[secpass]

Eagerly waiting to read what happens next checking every hour

[nallapaiyan2]

haarran bro, please dont stop updating, i am reading only when i get time. so not able to comment regularly.BTW, the update is moving the sedution to next, slowly bharat is taking charge over geeta, nice to see.

please include smell fetish also, i am fan of it

[Haran000]

Hai guys. Thank you all of you. 

I'm trying to translate the next continuation, but the google translator is reporting it as Sexually explicit content. I also tried Grok, Chatgpt, those were also rejecting the process. 

I'll translate on my own Tommorow. Please be patient, next update will take some extra time. 

I want to give you line to line my version of narration without skipping any single line.

[secpass]

Sure bro this sounds really exciting , you wrote something so nice that google translator itself is shy to tell !!! Now we are more excited to read ur next update

[Rakul1985]

Does my story not pleasing majority of the readers? I'm posting regularly and big updates but not much response. This discouraging my enthusiasm towards English section.

My personal view. More than a kid , I would love hear this drama with bit older characters like Shiva or group sex among all.
Writing skills are good though you are stretching it a lot.

[nallapaiyan2]

bro, yes, you are right - it not translating the explicit content.

[val.coutinho]

Excellent story and hot narration bro..... Keep up the story and the erotic game between Geeta and Bharat

[Mailsalman01]

upcoming story make some romantic update with geeta and shiva

[secpass]

Hope the story is slowly brewing bro take ur time

[secpass]

Just checking out of curiosity no pressure

[qatar2000]

Great story, keep translating for us english readers.

[santhu304]

Just wow

[Sage_69]

Excellent update.

[Ranjanm]

Eagerly waiting for the updates...... thanks in advance...

[siva05]

Waiting for our beloved geetha nd barath

[Projectmp]

Eagerly waiting

[Haran000]

Thank you all. 

Will update in few minutes.

[Haran000]

When Bharat came downstairs, he went straight to the kitchen. Susheela had placed the pooris in a basin and put the pressure cooker on the stove for the mutton curry.

"So early for the curry, Mom?" he asked.

"Not yet, son, I'm just starting to cook it," she replied.

"Then why did you call me?"

"You're getting a phone call."

He looked around, but Geetha was nowhere to be seen. "Where's Miss?"

"She's in the bathroom. You got four or five calls, go check..."

"Hmm..."

As he was heading to his room, Srinivas called out from the living room, "Chendu, the phone is ringing, go..." Bharat went directly to his room and called Chendana.

"Hello..."

"What happened, did you win?" Chendana’s voice was full of anticipation.

"Yeah, we won the trophy..."

"Congrats,..."

"Hmm, thanks...”

From his room, he slowly slipped out, seeing Srinivas still absorbed in V6 on the TV. He passed the kitchen and went to the back of the house. Just then, Geetha came out of the bathroom, washing her hands.

"My brother-in-law's housewarming was today, so we went there," Chendana was saying on the phone.

"But that was this morning," Bharat replied, his voice a low hum.

"How could I come without my parents? I asked Mom, and she told me to wait."

Bharat took Geetha's hand, led her to the side alley of the house, and pinned her against the wall.

"Hey....!" she said in confusion, trying to pull away, but he stopped her.

He gestured for her to be still and smiled playfully. She responded by hitting him on the shoulder, a soft, playful blow.

"Okay... let's meet tomorrow..." he whispered.

He bent down and kissed the soft skin of Geetha's neck. A wave of warmth coursed through her, and she melted, hugging him in return. The embrace in the chilly alley gave warmth to both of them. She looked back at the house nervously.

"Where are you now?" Chendana's voice crackled from the phone.

"I'm at home..."

Geetha pulled her head back and frantically shook it, saying no. He placed his right index finger on her lips, silencing her.

"Umm..." she mumbled, her eyes wide.

"What are you doing?" Chendana asked.

"Nothing, just free..."

As his lips kissed the sweat on her neck, which glittered like a silver statue in the shadows of the house, he moved upwards. He pulled her hand to the side, away from the phone, and whispered into her ear, "Miss, be quiet."

"No, don't..." she pleaded.

On the phone, Chendu was saying something, a faint murmur.

"Do I know my house or do you?" he whispered, his voice a playful tease. "Shhh... lean against the wall."

Trusting Bharat, she took a deep breath and leaned back, her eyes filled with a nervous energy. He brought the phone closer to his mouth. "Yeah, what is it?"

"Wanna come to my place? We can meet," Chendana offered.

He caressed the tenderness of Geetha's neck with his nose, inhaling her unique scent, and with his right hand, he pressed her soft bosom, just under her heart.

"Ah... Mom's cooking mutton, Chendu. I have to eat, I'm so hungry," he said into the phone, his voice a mix of sincerity and mischief.

"I thought maybe I could give you a kiss if you came...,” voice over the earpiece teased.

He pulled Geetha by the waist and pressed her against his stomach, then put his face directly on her chest and kissed. The kiss made Geetha feel a wave of pleasure. She floated upwards and pressed her face against his.

Lifting his head, he spoke into the phone again. "Don't worry... I have to eat the mutton. It's been a week."

Geetha giggled at his mischievous words and playfully hit his face.

"Hmm... So when shall we meet? By the way, is Geetha Miss there?" Chendana asked.

Licking the spot where he had kissed, Bharat replied, "Umm... she's here."

"Oh... Tell Saikrishna I said congrats, too."

"Hold on a minute... I'll conference him, and you can tell him yourself," Bharat said, his voice laced with a playful challenge.

"Yeah... okay..."

He stood up and whispered in her ear, "Miss, stay like that..."

"Stop it... What is this..." she said, her voice a low protest.

"Please don't move."

Geetha remained still. He conferenced Sai and gave the phone to Geetha. She understood and held the phone to Bharat's ear. He knelt down, slowly moving hand downwards, bypassing her saree, and pulling down the pallu that covered her navel. Geetha shook her head no, but Bharat didn't listen. In an instant, he kissed her navel. 

Geetha shivered. She bit her lip and leaned her other hand against the wall.

Saikrishna's voice came through the phone. "Yeah, what's up?"

"Brother, Chendu is on the line. Talk to her," Bharat said, his voice calm and steady.

He bit and licked the wheaty flesh below her navel. 

Geetha's protest was a soft, muffled "Mmmm... Mmmm..." as she shivered, unable to speak. Another kiss on her navel, and she gasped, "Ahss...!"

Lost for words, Geetha pressed the mute button on the phone. "Huh... What are you doing, Bittu? Stop, no..."

"Bittu... how do you know that?" he asked.

"Auntie told me..."

He put her soft flesh back into his mouth. Geetha gasped, "Huh..."

"Hmm..." he hummed in response.

"Hello, Bharat, are you there?" Chendana's voice echoed from the unmuted phone.

He took the phone from Geetha's hand and unmuted it. "Let's meet tomorrow, bye... Good night." He hung up and stood to hug her.

"That's enough... I told you it's scary out here, but you won't listen," she said, her voice a mix of frustration and excitement.

"Miss, Mom said the curry's not ready yet," he said, exhaling a warm, deep breath and beginning to kiss her neck.

"Hah... you're going too far," she giggled.

"For your priceless beauty, this is my limitless affection, Miss..." He kissed her nose, forehead, cheeks, ears, neck, chin, and shoulder... without stopping. With every kiss, his saliva was spread all over her face.

"Stop, stop... don't... you're slobbering, you dog," she said, her voice a playful complaint.

"Hmm... Miss, I'll give you countless kisses. I love you that much, Miss," he said, his words full of a deep affection.

Bharat's words ignited a passionate desire in her. She grabbed his face firmly and stopped him. They looked into each other's eyes, a silent understanding passing between them.
"I know, puppy..." she said softly.

Geetha began pressing her rosy lips against his face, a flurry of small, gentle kisses. 

He closed his eyes with a happy smile and stood still, basking in the moment.

"Umm... Umm... Umm... Is that enough, puppy? Shall we go inside?"

"Mom hasn't called us yet..."

"Go,... Your mom will get suspicious.”

He rubbed his upper lip with his finger. "Is there no other way...?"

"Hmm, go, dear..."

He took a step back and walked away cautiously, as if he were still on the phone.

Susheela's voice called out from the living room. "Bittu, wash your hands and let's eat." 

After a while, Geetha also came inside and sat down as if nothing had happened.



Two hours later, at ten o'clock at night, Susheela, Geetha, and Bharat were in front of the TV.

"I heard you cook well. He always mentions it," Susheela said, her eyes on Geetha.

"It's nothing, Auntie, he just likes it. I was with him for a few days, after all," Geetha replied, her cheeks a soft rose.

Susheela turned her attention to Geetha, her voice low and curious. "Geetha, why doesn't your husband look for a job here?"

"I know, Auntie, but what can I say? It's his wish."

Noticing Bharat watching TV, Susheela whispered, "Why live alone and have all this trouble? Has it been three years since you got married?"

"Yeah... almost."

"You should have children, dear. People your age want to wait, but if you delay, we'll become old by the time the kids grow up. We need the energy to raise them."

Geetha thought there was no fault in what Susheela said. "Just one more year, Auntie, and Gautham will be here. Why do you ask so many probing questions, just like my mom?"

"Haha... Anyone who meets you would ask the same questions, wouldn't they?"

"Yeah..." she said, a slight sadness in her voice.

Susheela held Geetha's chin, her touch gentle. "I felt like asking, don't think anything of it."

"It's okay, Auntie."

"Still, your husband is a lucky man. You're so decent and adorable. I hope my Bittu finds a wife as beautiful as you."

Behind his mom, Bharat was watching TV, hearing their words and chuckling to himself.

"Stop it, he's laughing," Geetha said, a blush creeping up her cheeks.

"Mom, don't say things like that. My teacher is getting shy," Bharat said, his voice a playful tease.

"Why are you listening to our conversation instead of watching TV?" Geetha asked, a hint of a smile in her voice.

"You're talking loudly enough for me to hear."

"See, Auntie... you call him a kid, but look how he listens to what adults talk."

"I'm watching TV," Bharat insisted.

"Then watch it. Don't listen to us."

"Okay, okay..." he said, feigning surrender.

Susheela broke the tension. "Hey, did you guys get the ice cream? Eat it."

"Oh yeah, I forgot. Miss, shall we eat?" Bharat asked.

"Yeah, go get it."

Bharat went to the fridge.

"Auntie, did you and Uncle get married late?" Geetha asked, her curiosity piqued.

"No... I was married at nineteen, dear. Back then, people didn't wait until they were twenty-five like you."

"Then was he born late?"

"Oh... he's our second child."

"Really? Does Bharat have an older brother?"

"No, a sister..."

Bharat, who was by the kitchen door, closed the fridge and came straight to them. He grabbed Geetha's hand and pulled her up.

"Miss, get up. Let's go to my room and eat."

"Oh, why? Let's eat here."

"No, come with me, I have to tell you something..." he said as he pulled her along.

"Hey, don't pull her hand like that," Susheela warned.

"Mom, we'll talk and then sleep. Tell Dad to close the gate."

"You stay in your room, and Geetha will stay with me," Susheela said firmly.

Bharat's face fell, a hint of disappointment in his eyes. Seeing this, Geetha reacted quickly.

"It's okay, Auntie, we'll just chat. You can go to your room and sleep. I'll stay with Bharat."

Susheela couldn't refuse Geetha's words and agreed. Geetha took the ice cream and went to his room with Bharat. 

As soon as they were inside, Bharat closed the door. Geetha looked at him with a mix of suspicion and mischievous desire, her cheeks filled mehendhi flush.

He moved closer and gently held her shoulders, and a sweet tremor ran through her, causing her to cringe just slightly.

"Miss, if we talk about my sister, it makes Mom sad. That's why I brought you here," Bharat said.

Geetha watched him, seeing the cleverness and spontaneity in his words, and felt a surge of pride and affection for him.

"Why, ra?" she asked, her voice soft.

"Because my sister passed away," he replied, his face falling into a mask of sadness.

"I'm so sorry..." she said, her heart going out to him.

"It's okay. Let's eat the ice cream," he said, trying to divert sadness.
 
Geetha nodded, unwrapped her ice cream, took a bite, and looked up at him. He sat down next to her, his gaze eager as he put his own ice cream in his mouth.

"I didn't like it," she said, her voice serious.

"But you like butterscotch," he replied, confused.

"Not the ice cream. What you did in the alley outside. You went too far."

He looked at her, his expression shifting. "I won't do that again, Miss."

"You didn't listen when I said no."

He moved closer, his shoulder brushing hers. His eyes fixed on the glistening ice cream on her lips. "I felt like doing it, Miss. Consider it a mistake. I'm sorry."

Geetha noticed his gaze and a heat began to rise in her. She pushed her face a little closer, her eyes locked with his. "I don't need your sorry. Why didn't you listen to me?"

"You're not my teacher now, so you can't scare me," he said with a hint of a smirk.

"What, you're getting too cocky today? Is it because you won?"

He took a deep breath, like a leopard ready to pounce, and the warm air landed on her lips as he brought his nose closer to hers. "What did I do that was too much?"

"You didn't? You're a boy; you should act like one."

"What if I don't?"

"You should."

Suddenly, he leaned in and kissed the ice cream mustache on her lips. A wave of passion consumed Geetha, and she grabbed the back of his head with her left hand. He began to slurp her cold lips like jelly in a warm kiss.

"Mmmm," she moaned softly.

He pulled back just enough to speak. "Miss, am I really going too far?"

"Aren't you? Do you think I'm your girlfriend?" she asked, her voice breathless.

He pouted and moved away. Geetha couldn't help but laugh at his childish expression. He looked at her with a pout, putting his ice cream in his mouth like a baby, eating it as if he were starving.

They both knew this was what they wanted. Their minds were in sync; their only desire was for nothing to come between them. No relationship should hinder their mischievous games. They wanted to find opportunities every time they met, and perhaps, they were creating those opportunities for this very reason. 

One question lingered in their minds: for how long? And more importantly, how far would this go?

They didn't look at each other again until the ice cream had melted in their stomachs. 

Bharat silently took the wrapper from Geetha's hand. "I'll go throw this away," he said, and left the room.

She got up and stood in front of the mirror, looking at the charming effect Bharat had on her.

‘Do you know what you're doing? Not at home, not outside, you're letting him lick your face anywhere he wants. He's grabbing and squeezing your whole body. You're asking if he thinks you're his girlfriend, but is he your husband to do that?’

Conversation began with her reflection:

‘What do I do, then? You know what happened.’

‘So, you'll give in?‘

‘No...’

‘Then, act like you're asleep before he comes back.’

‘But I had something else in mind...’

‘It looks like it's going to be more than what you had in mind. Do you realize you're losing control?’

‘I'm not.’

‘Really?’

‘Hmm...’

‘You're lying to yourself.’

The door opened, and Bharat came in. He came closer and hugged her from behind. His hot breath on her neck, his firm, warm embrace on her back, and his soft hand on her waist made all the questions in her mind disappear at once.

"Miss, Mom and Dad have gone to their room," he whispered.

"Hmm," she responded, a shiver running through her.

His hand moved up from her waist, his five fingers gently squeezing the curves of her blouse. Geetha bit her lip passionately and leaned her back into his embrace.

"Miss, do you want to tell me something? You're thinking about something," he said.

"Well..." she started, but he turned her by the chin, so she was facing the mirror.

"Miss, you once said that people my age have a lot of these thoughts and desires. You must have them too. Isn't that why you're like this with me?" he asked. "Miss, if I say or do anything wrong, stop me. I love you. I love you so much that thinking about Gautham sir makes me sick. I wonder if I could be as lucky as him."

Geetha was taken aback. Why was Bharat saying these things now?

"Why all this now...?"

"I want you; I just want to kiss you... I know the trust you have in me. You're my girlfriend. The truth is, whenever we meet, I can't stop myself from doing these things with you. Do you feel the same way?" he asked, his voice filled with emotion.

There was nothing to think about. There was only one answer. 

"Yes," she whispered.

"I know where and how to be careful, Miss. I'm being cautious. You won't have any trouble."

"I know, dear... I was just saying."

He let the saree fall from her shoulder, revealing the beauty of her golden-white curves in the mirror. He brought his hand lower and pulled down her saree on both sides of her waist, revealing a small dark star between two milky crescent moons.

"Miss, shall I take it all off now?" he whispered in her ear.

Biting her lower lip, she responded, "Hmm.”

He brought his ten fingers up and placed them on the neckline of her blouse. He used his fingers as keys, unlocking the doors to the room where her butter buns were hidden, one by one. He let the blouse fall from both her shoulders.

The thin, white cotton-like bra was like a pootharekulu on her breasts. 

( a famous sweet from Andhra Pradesh)

When he untied the knot behind it and let it fall, too, her firm, red nipples were visible in the mirror. He turned Geetha around and bent down, putting left one in his mouth like Little Krishna hungry for butter.

She suddenly shivered and grabbed Bharat, a soft moan escaping her lips. "Iss..."

He tasted and kissed, and his lips traveled up to her face, then he turned her back towards the mirror. Licking her earlobe, he whispered, "Miss, take it all off... I have an idea."

Geetha looked back at him with a surprised, slightly nervous expression. "All of it, you mean?"

"All of it. Take off your underwear, too. I want to see your pussy," he said, his voice husky.

"What are you talking about?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

He took off his T-shirt and threw it to the side, pressing his warm chest against her cold spine. A heat transferred to her thighs. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her. 

Looking at each other's eyes in the mirror, he said, "Look, Miss..." and covered her right boob with his palm, squeezing it.

"Ah..." she moaned.

He held the other one with his other hand and squeezed both of them at the same time. 

Her breath became unsteady. "Ahm... hah..."

In the mirror, his hands were on her boobs, embracing them with lust. "Look how beautiful you are, Miss."

"Hmm..." she replied, her voice soft.

He stuck out his tongue and licked her left cheek. "In the movie Magadheera, they call Kajal Aggarwal a sugar doll. You're like a doll made of sugar."

Geetha smiled, flattered by his words. He sweetly kissed her smile, then bit her lower lip and squeezed her boobs. 

She moaned into his mouth, her mouth watering with saliva. "Hmm... hah..."

"Kissing this beauty feels like a dream," he said, his voice full of desire.

"Dog, enough with the words. You never stop talking," she said, but her voice held no real anger.

"Miss, I'm going to take it all off," he said, his voice determined.

"No, first let go. You're squeezing too hard."

"Let's take it all off, Miss. Let's look at each other naked in the mirror," he urged.

She playfully slapped his cheek with a hint of anger. "You're going too far, rascal. I won't do that."

"You don't have to; I'll do it..." and he grabbed the pallu of her saree.

"No..." she said, but it was too late. Her saree fell to the floor. 

When Geetha looked down, he had also loosened the petticoat drawstring. He put his hand on her navel and pressed her against himself. She melted with lust and whispered, "Oh, no..."

"If you say no, fine..." he said, and with a pout, he pushed her away and got on the bed.

Geetha was in a daze. 

Was Bharat really giving up, or was he just pretending? Had he stopped out of respect for her words?

‘I want it’

[Haran000]

She stood before him, the final thread of her dress undone by her own hands. 

Like an ancient Ellora sculpture carved from a mountain of sugar, she a sweet lotus—physically unashamed, yet mentally shy. 

Her gaze, unable to meet his, dropped as goosebumps rose across her skin and her heart thudded in her chest.

Bharat’s eyes became a mirror reflecting her beauty. His face was a mask of astonishment, his fingers trembled with desire, his heart sang with longing, and his mind drifted into a cloud of ecstasy.

‘Hara…’

““What””


‘Recite a poem.’

He leaned in, and i whispered something in his ear. 

Immediately, Bharat rose, turning to see the golden urns behind her. He walked to her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and turned her to face the mirror.

A blush bloomed on Geeta’s cheeks. She curled her thighs, trying to hide her beauty.

Bharat’s lips brushed her right ear. “Miss…” he whispered.

“Mmm…”

“I’m not a sculptor to carve your curves. (biting her earlobe.)

  I’m not a painter to draw your charms. (licking her neck.)

  I’m not Indra to keep you as an Apsara. ( kissing her neck.)

  I’m not Bramha to create you again. (licked the bone below her braid.)

  I don’t know magic, or I would cast a spell on you. (licking the sweat on spine.)

A poet perhaps, for you; I’m short of words, or else I would praise you more.”

{“Nightingale… when I meet you, I’ll see how you are and write a poem about your beauty.”
“That’s enough,” she whispered. “Maybe I’m not that beautiful.”
“You must be,” Haran said, his voice soft. “Your voice is beautiful, isn’t it?”}

For a moment, Geeta remembered Haran. 

When she opened her eyes, Bharat’s adoring gaze pierced her heart. She was captivated by his words.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked. “You like poetry, don’t you? I read this in a book.”

“Did you win over Chandu with these words too?” she teased.

“Oh, didn’t you fall for them?”

Her eyes twinkled with shyness, and she hid her face with her hand. He traced his index finger along her waist, lifted her right elbow, smelled her armpit, and kissed the delicate folds there.

“Isss…” she moaned.

“Miss, I want this to be a moment we’ll never forget,” he said.

“What is it… you naughty boy… you made me stand here like this.”

His body, like a cobra, slithered onto hers, eclipsing the mirror. He gave her a warm kiss on the forehead and lifted her face. Geeta’s lips trembled hotly.

“Where did I find you?” she said. “What else will you do?”

“Miss, watch me kiss you in the mirror,” he whispered. “I know you’ll allow it. I know you trust me.”

“Puppy…” she murmured. “I’m so shy.”

“Why are you shy, Miss?” he asked.

“Don’t you know?”

“Miss, today I saw all of your beauty. I can’t describe how it feels.”

She looked down; his sword in his pajamas seemed to be pushing forward and might tear them.

“You will know,” she promised.

Those words excited Bharat. He took a deep breath and kissed her lips. 

Geeta chewed his lips madly, held his head, and began to suck. 

He grabbed her waist and pressed her against him. His hidden sword pricked her below her navel, and the heat from its tip seeped into her thighs.

“Umm… Miss, I’ll cover your whole body with kisses,” he groaned.

“Yeah, ummm…,” she breathed.

Their lips were locked. Their saliva became one as their passion reached its peak. While kissing, he put his hands under her cotton puffy buttocks and squeezed them up. With a thrill, she shrieked, “Aah…” as she released his lip.

“Not just your boobs, these also drive me crazy,” he said.

“You never told me for so long?” she asked.

“The time never came…”

“Gautam never said anything about them either.”

“Mr. Gautam didn’t see you in our class, did he?” he smirked.

“Meaning…?”

“When you can’t reach the board in class, you lift your leg to write… you should be seen then…”

“You naughty fellow, do you even listen in class?” she giggled.

“That’s why I came for tutoring.”

“I thought you were innocent, but you were acting all along, you naughty fellow,” she teased.

“No, not at all. You made me this way with your beauty. You kissed me, you naughty girl.”

“Dog, didn’t I tell you not to use ‘you’?” she chided. “I’m not your girlfriend.”

“Who cares about your permission… you called me your puppy, now give me a biscuit.”

“Rascal…”

Laughing intoxicated, she put her mouth in his with lust. As Bharat still kneaded her flesh, thrusting into her thighs, she couldn’t control herself and lifted her soles, climbing onto him. He lifted Geeta and, carrying her on the edge of his manhood, kissed her neck.

Geeta looked at herself in the mirror.

‘You shameless girl…’

she smiled.

“Miss, get down,” he said.

She squeezed her thighs against Bharat. “Uh-uh…,” she protested.

“Miss, my pants are slipping.”

“Uh-uh…,” she insisted.

Enthralled, she surrendered to her womanly desire for his manhood. She was rubbing the ticklishness of her vertical lips with sweet sweat on his clothed hard-on. 

Bharat held her buttocks in a daze, searching for a better grip. Gradually, his member from his pants rubbed her lotus flower, like a whirlwind.

Geeta in the mirror: “Hey…. get down…”

Blood boiled in Bharat as her body’s delicacy, her beautiful softness, and the intoxication of her kisses led him astray. 

In an attempt to get his slipping pants down, he lifted Geeta a little forward.

 Startled, Geeta lowered her legs and stopped, standing an inch away. She took Bharat’s right hand and placed it between her thighs.

“Miss, is this okay?” he asked.

“Yes, please…,” she begged.

He found her clitoris with the tip of his index finger among her small hairs and pressed it.

“Aaaah…,” she screamed her voice thick.

He covered her mouth. “Shh… Miss…”

Both faced towards the mirror. 

He began to slightly stroke her vagina between her thighs while thrusting his pole into her hips from behind. Geeta’s honey moistened his fingerprints.

“Aah…” she moaned.

With his left hand, he held her left boob, and with his right, he caressed her itch with desire. 

Looking at herself in the mirror, delighted by her little lover’s naughty remarks, she bit her lip, joined her finger with his, and pushed her index finger a half-inch below her clitoris into her core.

She jerked her waist, folded her thighs, twisted her neck, and writhed like a mermaid.

“Mmmm… Bittu…”

“Umm, tell me, Miss… like this?” he asked.

“Mmmmm…” she nodded vertically with her eyes closed.