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novelistcasanova · 23-08-2025, 08:54 PM

Rajan increased the rhythm of his finger, rubbing her clitoris gently while holding her chin and kissing her lips passionately. My Mom wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, hips bucking instinctively, Pussy clenching with each stroke, asshole quivering, Ass trembling in time with the pleasure.

Then, the wave of release hit her fully, and she cried out, letting her entire body surrender to the climax:
“aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah”
Her hips lifted, shuddered, and trembled uncontrollably, Pussy gripping his finger, asshole quivering, Ass bouncing, breasts heaving, waist arching under the intensity. Her lips kissed his desperately, moaning through the aftershocks:
“mmmmmmmmmmm”
Rajan gently turned My Mom around, guiding her to bend over the edge of the table. Her hips lifted slightly, waist arching, breasts pressing softly against the surface, Ass raised and trembling.
He carefully lifted her Yellow Petticoat above her waist, exposing her bare Pussy and asshole completely. The sight made him pause, admiration clear in his eyes.
“Aunty… I can’t believe my luck…” he murmured, his gaze tracing every inch of her Pussy, asshole, hips, and Ass.
Her hips quivered slightly at his attention, Pussy glistening, asshole responsive, Ass trembling with anticipation. A soft moan escaped her lips:
“mmmmmmmmmmm”
Her waist bent naturally, breasts rising and falling with each breath, hips shifting subtly, Pussy and asshole alive under his gaze. I watched quietly, hand holding hers, captivated by the intimate display—the way her hips, Pussy, asshole, Ass, waist, and breasts moved and shimmered in the soft light, filled with lingering heat and desire.
Rajan positioned himself behind My Mom, holding her hips firmly as he aligned his penis with her Pussy. Slowly, he entered her, inch by inch, making her Pussy stretch and asshole quiver lightly. Her Ass trembled under his grip, waist arching, breasts pressing softly against the table as she gasped through parted lips.
A long, trembling moan escaped her lips:
“mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmm”
Rajan began moving with increasing urgency, thrusting deeply, hands gripping her hips tightly. Her Pussy clenched around him, asshole quivering, Ass bouncing slightly, waist arching naturally with every stroke. Her breasts heaved with each movement, nipples brushing against the surface, lips parting in soft gasps.
I held her hand, feeling every shiver run through her hips, Pussy, asshole, Ass, waist, and breasts, completely absorbed by the raw intimacy. My Mom’s moans grew longer and louder:
“mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmm”
Her hips rocked instinctively, Pussy tightening with each thrust, asshole quivering, Ass trembling, breasts rising and falling rapidly. Naresh’s pace increased, drawing her closer to the edge, the passion and tension between them filling the dressing room completely.
My Mom’s hips shuddered violently, Pussy clenching tightly around Rajan’s penis, asshole quivering lightly, Ass trembling. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly, waist arching naturally as the pleasure built.
Her lips parted in a gasp, a long, trembling moan escaping:
“mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmm”
Rajan’s thrusts became deeper and more urgent. His hands held her breasts, cupping them firmly, and guiding her hips. Her Pussy gripped him, asshole quivering, Ass bouncing slightly, waist bending naturally with his movements.
Then, the wave of release hit him. With a low groan, he came deep inside her Pussy, hips shuddering, Pussy clenching, asshole trembling, Ass quivering. Her breasts were held tightly, waist arching, and her lips parted in a soft, ecstatic moan:
“aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah”
My Mom leaned forward, resting her hands on the table for support, hips curling into him, Pussy still gripping him, asshole quivering lightly, Ass trembling with the aftershocks. Her breasts heaved with each breath, waist curving naturally, lips parting in soft, lingering moans:
“mmmmmmmmmmm”
Rajan slowly withdrew from My Mom’s Pussy, letting her hips settle on the table. Her Pussy and asshole were still sensitive, Ass trembling lightly, breasts rising and falling with each breath, waist arching naturally.
He reached into her handbag and picked up a wet wipe, lifting her Yellow Petticoat above her hips to wipe her Pussy clean, then gently cleaning her asshole. My Mom let out a soft moan, hips shifting slightly, Pussy and asshole still tingling from the intensity:
“mmmmmmmmmmm”
Once she was clean, she slowly pushed herself upright, hips adjusting, waist straightening, breasts still heaving, Pussy and asshole now fresh and calm, Ass settling firmly. Her Yellow Petticoat fell naturally around her hips and waist, framing her breasts beautifully.
Rajan held her waist gently, running his hands over her hips and Ass, giving her a lingering, intimate closeness. My Mom rested her hands lightly on the table, feeling the warmth of his touch, breasts heaving, Pussy and asshole still subtly alive from their passion.
A soft, satisfied moan escaped her lips:
“mmmmmmmmmmm”
I watched quietly, captivated by every subtle movement of her hips, Pussy, asshole, Ass, waist, and breasts, the dressing room still warm and electric with the lingering heat of their shared intimacy.
After Rajan’s team started getting dressed and left, I stepped closer as My Mom looked at me, a playful glint in her eyes. She beckoned me with a teasing smile, and I didn’t hesitate. My hands moved to cup her breasts, feeling the warmth and softness of her nipples, waist arching slightly as she leaned into my touch. Her hips shifted subtly under my hands, Pussy and asshole still tingling lightly from before, Ass trembling softly.
Her lips curved into a mischievous smile, and she asked,
“Do you like my breasts?”
I held them firmly, kneading gently, feeling the subtle shivers run through her breasts, waist, and hips. Her hips swayed instinctively, Pussy clenching slightly, asshole quivering, Ass trembling. Her waist arched as I continued, and her breasts rose and fell under my hands.
My Mom gasped softly, a long moan escaping her lips:
“mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmm”
I could feel her warmth against me, every subtle tremor of her hips, Pussy, asshole, Ass, waist, and breasts sending a shiver through me. Her lips parted again, soft, satisfied moan escaping:
“mmmmmmmmmmm”
Watching her respond so completely, feeling her body under my hands, I was captivated by every inch of her, completely lost in the heat and intimacy between us.

novelistcasanova · 23-08-2025, 08:56 PM

I leaned closer, my hands still cupping My Mom’s breasts, nipples brushing against my palms as I moved slightly, teasing her. Her waist arched, hips swaying, Pussy clenching subtly, asshole quivering, Ass trembling under my gaze.

My Mom gasped softly, a long moan escaping her lips:
“mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmm”
I lowered my face to her breasts, gently kissing and sucking one nipple, then the other, feeling her breasts tighten under my lips. Her waist bent naturally, hips shifting closer, Pussy pulsing lightly, asshole quivering, Ass trembling in rhythm with her pleasure.
Her lips parted in a soft gasp, another moan escaping:
“mmmmmmmmmmm”
I felt her breasts respond to every movement, waist arching, hips pressing slightly against me. Her Pussy pulsed subtly, asshole quivering, Ass trembling, and every reaction of her body sent a shiver through me. My Mom leaned into my attention, completely surrendered to the warmth, the intimacy, and the slow, sensual connection we shared.
I lowered my hands slowly, sliding them toward My Mom’s hips and the edges of her Yellow Petticoat, lifting it slightly to expose her bare Pussy and asshole. Her hips shifted instinctively, Pussy tightening slightly, asshole quivering, Ass trembling.
My fingers traced gently along her Pussy, brushing her clitoris, while my other hand rested on her waist, feeling her hips quiver beneath me. My Mom gasped, a long, trembling moan escaping her lips:
“mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmm”
Her hips rocked instinctively, Pussy clenching around my fingers, asshole quivering, Ass bouncing lightly. Her waist arched as I explored her Pussy, clitoris, and asshole, her breasts rising and falling with every breath, nipples hardened from the lingering excitement.
My Mom let out another soft moan, lips parting, waist curving, hips moving in rhythm with the sensations:
“mmmmmmmmmmm”
Every tremor of her hips, every pulse of her Pussy and asshole, every shiver of her Ass and breasts drew me deeper into the heat and intimacy between us. I felt completely captivated by her, lost in the slow, electric connection we shared in the dressing room.
I leaned closer, parting My Mom’s lips with mine, letting my tongue slide gently between them. I felt the wet, soft texture of her lips and the subtle taste of her mouth. Her waist arched slightly, hips shifting, Pussy tightening a little, asshole quivering, Ass trembling. She moaned softly, lips parting against mine:
“mmmmmmmmmmm”
My hands returned to her breasts, cupping them fully, feeling the roundness, the firmness, and the softness of her nipples under my palms. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath, waist arching naturally, hips swaying slightly, Pussy pulsing subtly, asshole quivering with the attention.
I slid my fingers to her Pussy, feeling the smooth, tight walls and her clitoris responding instantly. Her Pussy clung gently, asshole quivering, Ass trembling with every subtle movement.
My Mom gasped, a long moan escaping her lips:
“mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmm”
Every pulse of her Pussy, every quiver of her asshole, every tremor of her hips, waist, breasts, and Ass made me lose myself in her. Feeling her lips, breasts, Pussy, and asshole so vividly under my hands and tongue made the intimacy almost unbearable.
I could not control anymore, and as I bean removing my zipper to to pull my cock out and fuck my mom, I heard the faint but distinct sound of footsteps outside the dressing room. My hand froze. My hips stiffened, and I quickly pulled the zipper back up, glancing at My Mom.

The door clicked, and Deepak and Karthik stepped inside, white T-shirts tight over their chests, pants snug at the hips. Their wicked, teasing smiles made my pulse spike.
“Treat only for losers,” Deepak said, low and playful. “What about us winners?”
My Mom froze, cheeks burning. She raised her hands to cover her bare breasts. The yellow petticoat clung to her hips, leaving her shoulders, waist, and stomach exposed. Her eyes flicked nervously at me, and I felt a sharp ache in my groin.
I stood close, almost hovering beside her, watching every motion. Every subtle shiver, every slight tilt of her head, every tremble of her hands made me ache. I loved seeing her like this—so alive, so responsive, so aware of our gaze. My eyes roamed over her bare skin, from her shoulders to her navel, over her hips and thighs, completely captivated.
Karthik stepped closer, fingers brushing lightly along her waist, while Deepak moved behind her, their bodies near hers without touching roughly, letting her feel the heat of their presence. My Mom shivered, letting her back lean into him lightly, still covering her breasts, navel tightening with anticipation.
I felt my cock thicken as I watched Karthik’s hands cupping her Ass over the yellow petticoat, thighs shifting slightly as she moved with them. Her soft moans made me groan inwardly.
She leaned back into Deepak, exposing her neck to him while Karthik’s hands explored her waist and hips. Every breathy gasp, every subtle shiver, every sigh of hers sent waves through me. I wanted her desperately—but I also loved watching her, completely consumed by her responses, every little sound, every glance at me, teasing, daring, making me ache more.
Her breasts heaved under her own hands, nipples taut, glowing in the light. Her eyes flicked at me, wide, playful, guilty, letting me know she felt me watching, that it thrilled her.
I was right there, fully aware, fully burning, utterly addicted to seeing her with them—every gasp, every tremble, every movement—while knowing she also knew I was watching, loving it just as much as I did.
Karthik’s fingers moved gently toward My Mom’s hands, brushing them away from her breasts. Deepak mirrored him from behind, lifting her arms carefully. My Mom gasped, cheeks flushing bright pink, but didn’t pull back.
“Wow… just look at these,” Karthik murmured, his voice husky, cupping her bare breasts. “So full… so perfect.”
Deepak’s fingers traced the undersides of her breasts, letting his fingers linger over the soft skin. “I could look at them all day,” he said, low and teasing. “Absolutely beautiful… every inch of them.”
My Mom shivered, nipples taut, and I felt a fire ignite inside me. My eyes roamed over her bare breasts, waist, navel, hips, and Ass, completely captivated. I loved watching her like this—so alive, so responsive to them, and fully aware I was seeing everything.
Her hands had no choice now, resting at her sides. Karthik’s fingers cupped her bare breasts firmly yet gently, rolling them slightly, admiring their shape. Deepak leaned closer from behind, his chest brushing against her back, fingers gliding along the sides of her waist, making her gasp softly.
“Every time I see you, I can’t believe this is real,” Karthik whispered, lips brushing her ear. “Your breasts… so beautiful, so soft… I want to touch every part.”
I was right there, heart hammering, cock aching, lost in the sight. Every shiver, every moan, every tilt of her hips, every rise and fall of her breasts—it consumed me. I wanted to reach out, feel her, taste her—but I also loved watching, addicted to seeing her shiver and tremble under their touch.
Her yellow petticoat had shifted slightly as Karthik’s hands moved over her hips and Ass, and she gasped again. My eyes followed every motion, completely enthralled by her bare breasts, waist, navel, and thighs, while both men admired her with hunger and reverence.
My Mom’s blush deepened, but there was mischief in her eyes as she looked at them. Her naked breasts rose and fell with each breath, nipples taut, and her waist swaying slightly.
“I knew you both would love my breasts,” she said, voice low and playful. “Go on… have fun. Don’t hold back.”
Karthik’s eyes darkened with hunger, and he smiled wickedly, cupping her naked breasts firmly, fingers teasing her nipples. Deepak leaned closer from behind, letting his chest graze her back while his fingers slid along her waist to rest on her hips, fingers gliding over the soft skin.
I was right there, unable to tear my eyes away. My heart thumped, cock aching as I watched her body respond to their hands, her soft moans filling the room. Every movement of her hips, every shiver of her waist, every gasp from her lips made me ache to touch her—but I stayed rooted, completely consumed by watching.
“So beautiful… so soft…” Karthik murmured, leaning closer, lips brushing her ear. “Your breasts… perfect, I could stare all day.”
Deepak’s fingers teased along the sides of her waist, fingertips gliding toward her Ass, cupping lightly through the yellow petticoat. My Mom gasped again, tilting her hips, letting them explore, her bare back arching slightly.
Her hands hung loosely now, allowing them full access, and she moaned softly, a low, urgent sound that made my body burn. I loved seeing her like this—so confident, teasing, letting them enjoy her, yet fully aware I was right there, drinking in every sight, every sound, every tremble of her bare breasts, waist, hips, navel, and Ass.
Karthik’s hands moved slowly, deliberate, to the hem of My Mom’s yellow petticoat. With a teasing grin, he lifted it just enough to reveal what had been hidden.
I caught my breath. My Mom’s bare Pussy was exposed, perfectly clean-shaved, the delicate skin glowing under the dressing room lights. Her thighs flexed slightly as she gasped, a deep blush flooding her cheeks.
Karthik’s eyes widened, almost spellbound. “Oh… wow… I’ve never seen anything like this,” he whispered, voice thick with awe. “So… beautiful… so perfect…”
Deepak’s hands lingered on her hips as he leaned closer from behind, eyes dark, body radiating heat. My Mom’s waist flexed, Ass shifting slightly as she tried to adjust, still aware of their gazes and my own.
I stood right there, heart pounding, my cock aching, completely captivated. I couldn’t look away. Every movement of her hips, every quiver of her thighs, every shiver from her bare Pussy made me ache to reach out, but I stayed, utterly consumed by watching.
My Mom’s soft moan escaped her lips, barely audible. Her hands trembled at her sides, powerless to cover herself now, and her blush deepened as Karthik leaned closer, letting his fingers glide lightly over her thighs, near her bare Pussy, exploring the space he had just unveiled.
“So delicate… so smooth… just incredible,” Karthik murmured, awe in his voice, his eyes never leaving her bare Pussy. My Mom shivered, nipples taut, breasts heaving, completely flushed with embarrassment and excitement.
I was right there, completely addicted to watching. Every gasp, every quiver, every tiny movement of her hips, waist, Pussy, thighs, and Ass made my pulse race. She was giving herself to them completely, and yet she knew I was watching, teasingly aware that every reaction of hers drove me wild.
Karthik sank to his knees, his hands firmly holding My Mom’s thighs apart. Her bare Pussy was fully exposed, glistening with wetness.
He leaned in and parted her labia with his fingers, letting his mouth hover over her clitoris. His tongue darted down, circling her sensitive clitoris, licking slowly, deliberately, tracing along the folds of her Pussy.
My Mom’s hips jerked upward, Ass shifting instinctively, waist arching as a sharp moan escaped her lips. Her breasts heaved, nipples taut, and she trembled, gripping her own breasts as pleasure ran through her.
Deepak’s hands rested on her hips, fingers sliding over the smooth skin of her Ass, keeping her steady while Karthik explored her Pussy thoroughly. My Mom gasped, thighs quivering, navel tightening with every deliberate lick and suck.
I stood right there, right next to her, completely consumed by the sight. Every flick of his tongue on her clitoris, every wet kiss along her labia, every moan from her lips, every shiver of her waist, hips, and thighs made my body ache unbearably. I couldn’t touch her—but watching her bare Pussy being worshiped like this, seeing her tremble and moan, made my cock throb harder than ever.
Her yellow petticoat had ridden up around her waist and hips, leaving her fully exposed. Each moan, each quiver of her Pussy, each arch of her back, pulled me deeper into the heat of the moment, utterly addicted to watching her respond, fully alive with desire.
Deepak moved behind My Mom, wrapping his arms around her waist. His chest pressed close to her back, and he let his hands slide over her hips and Ass, holding her steady.
“So… Karthik,” Deepak murmured, voice low and husky, “how does her Pussy taste?”

novelistcasanova · 23-08-2025, 08:57 PM

Karthik paused, eyes dark with lust, lips still on her clitoris, and he pulled back slightly to answer. “It’s… incredible,” he said, voice thick with desire. “Sweet, soft… warm… and perfectly wet. Her folds are delicate, smooth, and the clitoris is so sensitive. Every lick makes her hips jerk, thighs tremble, and those little gasps—” He leaned closer again, tongue tracing along her labia, making My Mom gasp softly: “mmmmmmmmmmmmm.”

My Mom’s waist arched, Ass shifting, and her breasts heaved, nipples taut. She moaned again, long this time: “mmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmm.”
Karthik continued, whispering against her ear: “Every inch of her Pussy tastes like… like she was made to be kissed and licked. Soft, warm, sweet, and begging for more. The way her hips push into my mouth, her thighs tremble, it’s… insane.”
Deepak groaned, holding her tighter, feeling her shiver under their attention. I stood right there, cock aching, completely hypnotized by the sight—her bare Pussy being adored, hips arching, waist flexing, thighs quivering, breasts rising and falling, and My Mom’s moans filling the room, making me burn with need.
Her yellow petticoat was bunched around her waist, fully exposing her hips, thighs, and Pussy, leaving nothing hidden. Every sound she made, every tremble of her waist, hips, and Pussy, pulled me deeper into watching, addicted to seeing her respond, utterly alive with pleasure.

My Mom’s back arched slightly, hips trembling as Karthik’s tongue moved over her clitoris. Deepak’s hands cupped her breasts, fingers teasing her nipples, and a shiver ran through her waist.
Her lips parted, breath catching, and she whispered, “I… I’m about to cum…”
Karthik paused for a moment, eyes dark with lust, then resumed, circling her bare Pussy with his tongue, savoring every twitch of her hips and tremble of her thighs. Deepak tightened his hold on her waist, feeling her breasts heave as the warning made them both ache with anticipation.
My Mom moaned softly, “mmmmmmmmmmmmm”, tension coiling through her waist, hips, and Pussy, the warning fueling the heat in the room. Every second of anticipation made her breasts rise and fall faster, nipples taut, Ass flexing against Deepak and Karthik, building her pleasure to the edge.
My Mom’s hips trembled, waist flexing, Pussy quivering under Karthik’s tongue. Deepak’s hands cupped her breasts, fingers rolling over her nipples, and she gasped sharply, lips parting as her voice shook:
“I… I’m about to cum…”
Karthik’s eyes darkened, and he leaned in closer, spreading her labia with his fingers while his tongue traced circles over her clitoris, savoring the slick wetness. Deepak’s chest pressed against her bare back, his hands kneading her breasts, holding her steady as every tremor of her hips rolled against them both.
My Mom’s soft moan turned into a long, drawn-out sound as the tension snapped:
“aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa”
Her bare Pussy clenched and quivered around Karthik’s mouth, hips jerking violently, thighs trembling, waist flexing, Ass pressing into Deepak’s hands. Her breasts heaved in his grip, nipples taut, every inch of her alive with the orgasm.
Karthik continued to taste her, sucking and flicking his tongue over her clitoris, drinking in every shiver, every gasp, every tremble. Deepak’s hands rolled her breasts, fingers flicking her nipples, holding her as she shuddered and moaned uncontrollably, fully lost in the pleasure.
I stood right there, cock straining, completely captivated. Every tremble of her hips, every spasm of her Pussy, every gasp from her lips, every rise and fall of her breasts, every quiver of her waist and thighs—I was addicted, unable to look away. Watching her cum so completely in Karthik’s mouth while Deepak held her from behind was intoxicating, making me ache in every nerve.
My Mom’s yellow petticoat was bunched around her waist, hips, and thighs, leaving her fully exposed, every motion visible, every reaction driving me wild with desire. Her moans faded slowly, leaving her trembling in their arms, utterly spent and shining with heat.
My Mom leaned slightly forward, hands lifting her yellow petticoat to wipe the slick of her Pussy juice from Karthik’s lips. Her bare breasts bounced slightly as she moved, nipples taut from the aftershocks of her orgasm, hips still trembling.
Before she could pull away, Karthik’s hands shot up, gripping her bare breasts firmly. His fingers rolled over her nipples, and he leaned in, licking her lips slowly, tasting the remnants of her cum.
My Mom gasped, a blush spreading deep across her cheeks, lips parting as she moaned softly: “mmmmmmmmmmmmm”
Karthik swallowed it eagerly, pulling back just enough to smirk at her flushed face. His hands never left her breasts, kneading and rolling them with deliberate slowness, sending shivers down her waist and along her hips.
Deepak’s hands still rested on her hips and Ass, holding her steady, watching Karthik’s mouth on her lips. My Mom’s thighs trembled, Pussy still slick, waist flexing as heat coursed through her. Her soft moans, breasts heaving, nipples taut, and flushed lips made me ache, cock straining, utterly consumed by watching.
I could see her flushed excitement, the mix of embarrassment and pleasure in her wide eyes, knowing she’d just allowed them both to taste her, fully alive in the moment. Every tremor of her hips, every shiver of her waist, every squeeze of her breasts, and every gasp from her lips drove me deeper into lust, addicted to the erotic spectacle unfolding right in front of me.
Karthik’s hands remained firmly on My Mom’s bare breasts, fingers rolling over her nipples, feeling her heaving chest under his touch. Her waist flexed slightly, hips shifting, thighs trembling from the lingering pleasure of her orgasm.
My Mom leaned forward slightly, yellow petticoat bunched at her waist, Pussy still slick, and whispered softly, teasing him:
“Tell me… how do my juices taste?”
Karthik’s eyes darkened with lust, his lips brushing along her neck before he answered, voice thick with desire. “Sweet… hot… perfect,” he said, voice low and husky. “Thick, slick, warm… every drop tastes like you. Your Pussy is incredible, and the way it trembles around my mouth… I could taste you forever. Your hips push, your thighs quake, your waist arches… every bit of you is perfect.”
My Mom shivered, a soft moan escaping her lips: “mmmmmmmmmmmmm”. Her bare breasts heaved in Karthik’s grip, nipples taut, hips pressing slightly forward as she teased him with her words.
Deepak’s hands rested on her hips and Ass, steadying her, watching Karthik lavish attention on her breasts and listen to her tease. My Mom’s waist flexed, thighs trembling, Pussy still slick and responsive, every sound and movement making my pulse hammer.
Karthik’s hands remained firmly on My Mom’s bare breasts, fingers rolling over her nipples, cupping them fully. He leaned close, voice low and husky, “Your breasts… so round, so firm… perfect. I could feel them all day.”
My Mom shivered, a blush spreading across her cheeks, and her lips parted as a soft moan escaped: “mmmmmmmmmmmmm”. Her waist flexed, hips shifting slightly, thighs trembling under the lingering heat of her previous orgasm.
At the same time, Deepak’s hands slid down to his pants, pulling them along with his underwear past his hips. His cock sprang free, hard and pulsing, and he moved behind My Mom, his hands gripping her hips firmly.
With deliberate slowness, Deepak lifted her yellow petticoat, exposing her Pussy, and positioned himself. He inserted his cock inside her Pussy, filling her completely, making My Mom gasp sharply, hips jerking forward instinctively.
A moan escaped her lips, high and urgent: “mmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmm”
Karthik’s hands squeezed her breasts, fingers flicking her nipples, as My Mom trembled. Her waist arched, Ass pressed into Deepak’s pelvis, and her thighs quivered around him.
My Mom moaned again, soft and urgent: “mmmmmmmmmmmmm”, her bare breasts heaving, nipples taut, hips rolling involuntarily with each thrust.
Deepak’s hands wrapped firmly around My Mom’s waist, pulling her close, chest pressing against her bare back as he moved steadily inside her Pussy. Every thrust made her hips roll involuntarily, Ass pressing into him, waist flexing with each motion.
My Mom’s lips parted in soft moans: “mmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm”, her breasts heaving in Karthik’s grip, nipples taut, bouncing slightly with each movement. Karthik continued to knead and roll her breasts, fingers flicking her nipples, sending shivers down her waist and along her hips.
Her yellow petticoat was bunched around her waist, hips and thighs fully exposed, leaving her bare Pussy slick and glistening. Deepak’s cock filled her completely, and he groaned low, enjoying every movement of her trembling hips, quivering thighs, and flexing waist.
My Mom gasped sharply, her body shuddering under the dual attention. “mmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmm” She arched her back, letting her Ass press harder into Deepak, Pussy clenching around him, every movement drawing more pleasure from them both.
Deepak’s chest pressed firmly against My Mom’s bare back, arms wrapped tightly around her waist, hands gripping her hips and Ass as he thrust inside her Pussy. Each movement made her hips roll, waist flex, thighs tremble, and breasts heave in Karthik’s grip, nipples taut.
He groaned low, voice thick with lust:
“Karthik… I’m… I can’t control it… her Pussy… it’s driving me crazy… I’m going to cum any moment…”
My Mom’s lips parted, soft moans escaping: “mmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm”. Her hips pressed harder against Deepak, Ass quivering, waist arching involuntarily, and Pussy clenching around him with each thrust.
My Mom shivered, thighs quivering, waist flexing, Pussy slick and responsive, moaning again softly: “mmmmmmmmmmmmm”. Her yellow petticoat was bunched around her waist, hips and thighs fully exposed, leaving her bare Pussy completely open to Deepak’s cock.
Karthik slowly removed his hands from My Mom’s bare breasts, letting them bounce slightly as he leaned closer, cupping her face in his hands. His fingers brushed over her cheeks, his eyes dark with lust as he whispered,
“Are you enjoying this, My Mom? Tell me…”
My Mom’s lips parted, but no words came out—only soft, long moans, trembling and breathy:
“mmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmm”
Her hips pressed into Deepak, waist flexing, Ass quivering as his cock filled her Pussy. She could feel the tension building inside him, the heat of his body, and knew he was about to cum at any moment.
Deepak groaned low from behind her, hands gripping her waist tightly, hips thrusting faster, cock driving deep into her slick Pussy, and she shivered, thighs trembling, waist flexing, Pussy clenching around him.
Karthik leaned closer, lips brushing near her ear, whispering softly: “Look at you… moaning, trembling… so perfect for both of us…”
My Mom’s breasts bounced slightly, nipples taut, yellow petticoat bunched at her waist, exposing her hips, thighs, and bare Pussy fully to Deepak. She moaned again, long and breathy:
“mmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmm”

Deepak’s hands gripped My Mom’s waist tightly, pulling her hips into him as he thrust deep inside her slick Pussy. His chest pressed against her bare back, Ass flexing with every movement, cock pulsing inside her.
He groaned low, voice thick with lust, “I am coming… I am coming… I am coming…”
My Mom’s hips jerked instinctively, waist arching, thighs trembling, Pussy clenching around his cock. Her breasts bounced in Karthik’s grip, nipples taut, and she gasped loudly, soft moans turning long:
“mmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmm”
Deepak dug his cock deeper inside her Pussy, feeling every tremble of her hips, every shiver of her waist, every quiver of her thighs and Ass, until his orgasm hit hard. He groaned low and deep, grabbing her bare breasts tightly, thrusting fully inside her Pussy, and began cumming deep inside my mom’s pussy.
As Deepak’s cock filled her Pussy, Karthik cupped My Mom’s face with his hands, holding her steady. He leaned in and ran his tongue along her lips, sliding it slowly into her mouth, exploring, tasting, and teasing her. His teeth gently nibbled her lower lip, pulling it slightly, while his tongue flicked over her upper lip, making My Mom gasp and shiver.
My Mom’s lips parted eagerly, tongue meeting his, moaning loudly and urgently:
“aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa”
Her bare Pussy clenched tightly around Deepak’s cock, hips jerking, waist flexing, thighs quivering as waves of orgasm rippled through her. Her breasts heaved under Deepak’s grip, nipples taut, yellow petticoat bunched at her waist, leaving hips, thighs, Ass, and Pussy fully exposed.
Deepak slowly pulled his cock out of My Mom’s slick Pussy, letting the last tremors of their shared orgasm settle through her hips, waist, and thighs. He pressed his chest lightly against her bare back, tilting his head to kiss along her spine, lips brushing over her skin, and whispered, voice thick with lust:
“Your Pussy… so perfect… I’ve never felt anything like this… I enjoyed every second…”
My Mom shivered under his touch, soft moans escaping her lips: “mmmmmmmmmmmmm”. Her hips flexed slightly, Ass quivering, waist trembling, as the aftershocks of Deepak’s orgasm pulsed through her.
Leaning slightly forward, My Mom reached for support, her arms wrapping tightly around Karthik’s neck, face nuzzled against his shoulder, breasts bouncing lightly in his hands, nipples still taut. She clung to him, shivering, thighs brushing against him, yellow petticoat bunched at her waist, leaving her hips, Pussy, and Ass exposed.
Karthik held her firmly, hands cupping her back and hips, supporting her trembling form as her soft, lingering moans escaped:
“mmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm”
I stood right there, heart hammering, cock straining, completely captivated. Watching her bare breasts bouncing against Karthik, her Pussy still slick, hips rolling slightly, waist flexing, thighs trembling, and her lips soft and parted—it was intoxicating. Every movement, every touch, every moan drew me deeper into lust, completely addicted to the scene unfolding before me.
Karthik cupped My Mom’s face, eyes dark with lust, and whispered, “It’s my turn now… let me enjoy you.”
My Mom nodded slightly, soft moans escaping her lips: “mmmmmmmmmmmmm”. She moved carefully to the edge of the table, legs slightly apart, hips flexing, thighs trembling from the lingering aftershocks of her orgasm.
Her hands reached for a pack of wet wipes, and she picked them up, lifting her yellow petticoat high over her waist, fully exposing her bare Pussy, asshole, hips, thighs, and Ass. She began to gently wipe herself, cleaning the slick Pussy and the traces of cum around her asshole.

novelistcasanova · 23-08-2025, 09:01 PM

Rajan increased the rhythm of his finger, rubbing her clitoris gently while holding her chin and kissing her lips passionately. My Mom wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, hips bucking instinctively, Pussy clenching with each stroke, asshole quivering, Ass trembling in time with the pleasure.

Then, the wave of release hit her fully, and she cried out, letting her entire body surrender to the climax:
“aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah”
Her hips lifted, shuddered, and trembled uncontrollably, Pussy gripping his finger, asshole quivering, Ass bouncing, breasts heaving, waist arching under the intensity. Her lips kissed his desperately, moaning through the aftershocks:
“mmmmmmmmmmm”
Rajan gently turned My Mom around, guiding her to bend over the edge of the table. Her hips lifted slightly, waist arching, breasts pressing softly against the surface, Ass raised and trembling.
He carefully lifted her Yellow Petticoat above her waist, exposing her bare Pussy and asshole completely. The sight made him pause, admiration clear in his eyes.
“Aunty… I can’t believe my luck…” he murmured, his gaze tracing every inch of her Pussy, asshole, hips, and Ass.
Her hips quivered slightly at his attention, Pussy glistening, asshole responsive, Ass trembling with anticipation. A soft moan escaped her lips:
“mmmmmmmmmmm”
Her waist bent naturally, breasts rising and falling with each breath, hips shifting subtly, Pussy and asshole alive under his gaze. I watched quietly, hand holding hers, captivated by the intimate display—the way her hips, Pussy, asshole, Ass, waist, and breasts moved and shimmered in the soft light, filled with lingering heat and desire.
Rajan positioned himself behind My Mom, holding her hips firmly as he aligned his penis with her Pussy. Slowly, he entered her, inch by inch, making her Pussy stretch and asshole quiver lightly. Her Ass trembled under his grip, waist arching, breasts pressing softly against the table as she gasped through parted lips.
A long, trembling moan escaped her lips:
“mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmm”
Rajan began moving with increasing urgency, thrusting deeply, hands gripping her hips tightly. Her Pussy clenched around him, asshole quivering, Ass bouncing slightly, waist arching naturally with every stroke. Her breasts heaved with each movement, nipples brushing against the surface, lips parting in soft gasps.
I held her hand, feeling every shiver run through her hips, Pussy, asshole, Ass, waist, and breasts, completely absorbed by the raw intimacy. My Mom’s moans grew longer and louder:
“mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmm”
Her hips rocked instinctively, Pussy tightening with each thrust, asshole quivering, Ass trembling, breasts rising and falling rapidly. Naresh’s pace increased, drawing her closer to the edge, the passion and tension between them filling the dressing room completely.
My Mom’s hips shuddered violently, Pussy clenching tightly around Rajan’s penis, asshole quivering lightly, Ass trembling. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly, waist arching naturally as the pleasure built.
Her lips parted in a gasp, a long, trembling moan escaping:
“mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmm”
Rajan’s thrusts became deeper and more urgent. His hands held her breasts, cupping them firmly, and guiding her hips. Her Pussy gripped him, asshole quivering, Ass bouncing slightly, waist bending naturally with his movements.
Then, the wave of release hit him. With a low groan, he came deep inside her Pussy, hips shuddering, Pussy clenching, asshole trembling, Ass quivering. Her breasts were held tightly, waist arching, and her lips parted in a soft, ecstatic moan:
“aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah”
My Mom leaned forward, resting her hands on the table for support, hips curling into him, Pussy still gripping him, asshole quivering lightly, Ass trembling with the aftershocks. Her breasts heaved with each breath, waist curving naturally, lips parting in soft, lingering moans:
“mmmmmmmmmmm”
Rajan slowly withdrew from My Mom’s Pussy, letting her hips settle on the table. Her Pussy and asshole were still sensitive, Ass trembling lightly, breasts rising and falling with each breath, waist arching naturally.
He reached into her handbag and picked up a wet wipe, lifting her Yellow Petticoat above her hips to wipe her Pussy clean, then gently cleaning her asshole. My Mom let out a soft moan, hips shifting slightly, Pussy and asshole still tingling from the intensity:
“mmmmmmmmmmm”
Once she was clean, she slowly pushed herself upright, hips adjusting, waist straightening, breasts still heaving, Pussy and asshole now fresh and calm, Ass settling firmly. Her Yellow Petticoat fell naturally around her hips and waist, framing her breasts beautifully.
Rajan held her waist gently, running his hands over her hips and Ass, giving her a lingering, intimate closeness. My Mom rested her hands lightly on the table, feeling the warmth of his touch, breasts heaving, Pussy and asshole still subtly alive from their passion.
A soft, satisfied moan escaped her lips:
“mmmmmmmmmmm”
I watched quietly, captivated by every subtle movement of her hips, Pussy, asshole, Ass, waist, and breasts, the dressing room still warm and electric with the lingering heat of their shared intimacy.
After Rajan’s team started getting dressed and left, I stepped closer as My Mom looked at me, a playful glint in her eyes. She beckoned me with a teasing smile, and I didn’t hesitate. My hands moved to cup her breasts, feeling the warmth and softness of her nipples, waist arching slightly as she leaned into my touch. Her hips shifted subtly under my hands, Pussy and asshole still tingling lightly from before, Ass trembling softly.
Her lips curved into a mischievous smile, and she asked,
“Do you like my breasts?”
I held them firmly, kneading gently, feeling the subtle shivers run through her breasts, waist, and hips. Her hips swayed instinctively, Pussy clenching slightly, asshole quivering, Ass trembling. Her waist arched as I continued, and her breasts rose and fell under my hands.
My Mom gasped softly, a long moan escaping her lips:
“mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmm”
I could feel her warmth against me, every subtle tremor of her hips, Pussy, asshole, Ass, waist, and breasts sending a shiver through me. Her lips parted again, soft, satisfied moan escaping:
“mmmmmmmmmmm”
Watching her respond so completely, feeling her body under my hands, I was captivated by every inch of her, completely lost in the heat and intimacy between us.
I leaned closer, my hands still cupping My Mom’s breasts, nipples brushing against my palms as I moved slightly, teasing her. Her waist arched, hips swaying, Pussy clenching subtly, asshole quivering, Ass trembling under my gaze.
My Mom gasped softly, a long moan escaping her lips:
“mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmm”
I lowered my face to her breasts, gently kissing and sucking one nipple, then the other, feeling her breasts tighten under my lips. Her waist bent naturally, hips shifting closer, Pussy pulsing lightly, asshole quivering, Ass trembling in rhythm with her pleasure.
Her lips parted in a soft gasp, another moan escaping:
“mmmmmmmmmmm”
I felt her breasts respond to every movement, waist arching, hips pressing slightly against me. Her Pussy pulsed subtly, asshole quivering, Ass trembling, and every reaction of her body sent a shiver through me. My Mom leaned into my attention, completely surrendered to the warmth, the intimacy, and the slow, sensual connection we shared.
I lowered my hands slowly, sliding them toward My Mom’s hips and the edges of her Yellow Petticoat, lifting it slightly to expose her bare Pussy and asshole. Her hips shifted instinctively, Pussy tightening slightly, asshole quivering, Ass trembling.
My fingers traced gently along her Pussy, brushing her clitoris, while my other hand rested on her waist, feeling her hips quiver beneath me. My Mom gasped, a long, trembling moan escaping her lips:
“mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmm”
Her hips rocked instinctively, Pussy clenching around my fingers, asshole quivering, Ass bouncing lightly. Her waist arched as I explored her Pussy, clitoris, and asshole, her breasts rising and falling with every breath, nipples hardened from the lingering excitement.
My Mom let out another soft moan, lips parting, waist curving, hips moving in rhythm with the sensations:
“mmmmmmmmmmm”

novelistcasanova · 23-08-2025, 09:02 PM

Every tremor of her hips, every pulse of her Pussy and asshole, every shiver of her Ass and breasts drew me deeper into the heat and intimacy between us. I felt completely captivated by her, lost in the slow, electric connection we shared in the dressing room.

I leaned closer, parting My Mom’s lips with mine, letting my tongue slide gently between them. I felt the wet, soft texture of her lips and the subtle taste of her mouth. Her waist arched slightly, hips shifting, Pussy tightening a little, asshole quivering, Ass trembling. She moaned softly, lips parting against mine:
“mmmmmmmmmmm”
My hands returned to her breasts, cupping them fully, feeling the roundness, the firmness, and the softness of her nipples under my palms. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath, waist arching naturally, hips swaying slightly, Pussy pulsing subtly, asshole quivering with the attention.
I slid my fingers to her Pussy, feeling the smooth, tight walls and her clitoris responding instantly. Her Pussy clung gently, asshole quivering, Ass trembling with every subtle movement.
My Mom gasped, a long moan escaping her lips:
“mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmm”
Every pulse of her Pussy, every quiver of her asshole, every tremor of her hips, waist, breasts, and Ass made me lose myself in her. Feeling her lips, breasts, Pussy, and asshole so vividly under my hands and tongue made the intimacy almost unbearable.
I could not control anymore, and as I bean removing my zipper to to pull my cock out and fuck my mom, I heard the faint but distinct sound of footsteps outside the dressing room. My hand froze. My hips stiffened, and I quickly pulled the zipper back up, glancing at My Mom.

The door clicked, and Deepak and Karthik stepped inside, white T-shirts tight over their chests, pants snug at the hips. Their wicked, teasing smiles made my pulse spike.
“Treat only for losers,” Deepak said, low and playful. “What about us winners?”
My Mom froze, cheeks burning. She raised her hands to cover her bare breasts. The yellow petticoat clung to her hips, leaving her shoulders, waist, and stomach exposed. Her eyes flicked nervously at me, and I felt a sharp ache in my groin.
I stood close, almost hovering beside her, watching every motion. Every subtle shiver, every slight tilt of her head, every tremble of her hands made me ache. I loved seeing her like this—so alive, so responsive, so aware of our gaze. My eyes roamed over her bare skin, from her shoulders to her navel, over her hips and thighs, completely captivated.
Karthik stepped closer, fingers brushing lightly along her waist, while Deepak moved behind her, their bodies near hers without touching roughly, letting her feel the heat of their presence. My Mom shivered, letting her back lean into him lightly, still covering her breasts, navel tightening with anticipation.
I felt my cock thicken as I watched Karthik’s hands cupping her Ass over the yellow petticoat, thighs shifting slightly as she moved with them. Her soft moans made me groan inwardly.
She leaned back into Deepak, exposing her neck to him while Karthik’s hands explored her waist and hips. Every breathy gasp, every subtle shiver, every sigh of hers sent waves through me. I wanted her desperately—but I also loved watching her, completely consumed by her responses, every little sound, every glance at me, teasing, daring, making me ache more.
Her breasts heaved under her own hands, nipples taut, glowing in the light. Her eyes flicked at me, wide, playful, guilty, letting me know she felt me watching, that it thrilled her.
I was right there, fully aware, fully burning, utterly addicted to seeing her with them—every gasp, every tremble, every movement—while knowing she also knew I was watching, loving it just as much as I did.
Karthik’s fingers moved gently toward My Mom’s hands, brushing them away from her breasts. Deepak mirrored him from behind, lifting her arms carefully. My Mom gasped, cheeks flushing bright pink, but didn’t pull back.
“Wow… just look at these,” Karthik murmured, his voice husky, cupping her bare breasts. “So full… so perfect.”
Deepak’s fingers traced the undersides of her breasts, letting his fingers linger over the soft skin. “I could look at them all day,” he said, low and teasing. “Absolutely beautiful… every inch of them.”
My Mom shivered, nipples taut, and I felt a fire ignite inside me. My eyes roamed over her bare breasts, waist, navel, hips, and Ass, completely captivated. I loved watching her like this—so alive, so responsive to them, and fully aware I was seeing everything.
Her hands had no choice now, resting at her sides. Karthik’s fingers cupped her bare breasts firmly yet gently, rolling them slightly, admiring their shape. Deepak leaned closer from behind, his chest brushing against her back, fingers gliding along the sides of her waist, making her gasp softly.
“Every time I see you, I can’t believe this is real,” Karthik whispered, lips brushing her ear. “Your breasts… so beautiful, so soft… I want to touch every part.”
I was right there, heart hammering, cock aching, lost in the sight. Every shiver, every moan, every tilt of her hips, every rise and fall of her breasts—it consumed me. I wanted to reach out, feel her, taste her—but I also loved watching, addicted to seeing her shiver and tremble under their touch.
Her yellow petticoat had shifted slightly as Karthik’s hands moved over her hips and Ass, and she gasped again. My eyes followed every motion, completely enthralled by her bare breasts, waist, navel, and thighs, while both men admired her with hunger and reverence.
My Mom’s blush deepened, but there was mischief in her eyes as she looked at them. Her naked breasts rose and fell with each breath, nipples taut, and her waist swaying slightly.
“I knew you both would love my breasts,” she said, voice low and playful. “Go on… have fun. Don’t hold back.”
Karthik’s eyes darkened with hunger, and he smiled wickedly, cupping her naked breasts firmly, fingers teasing her nipples. Deepak leaned closer from behind, letting his chest graze her back while his fingers slid along her waist to rest on her hips, fingers gliding over the soft skin.
I was right there, unable to tear my eyes away. My heart thumped, cock aching as I watched her body respond to their hands, her soft moans filling the room. Every movement of her hips, every shiver of her waist, every gasp from her lips made me ache to touch her—but I stayed rooted, completely consumed by watching.
“So beautiful… so soft…” Karthik murmured, leaning closer, lips brushing her ear. “Your breasts… perfect, I could stare all day.”
Deepak’s fingers teased along the sides of her waist, fingertips gliding toward her Ass, cupping lightly through the yellow petticoat. My Mom gasped again, tilting her hips, letting them explore, her bare back arching slightly.
Her hands hung loosely now, allowing them full access, and she moaned softly, a low, urgent sound that made my body burn. I loved seeing her like this—so confident, teasing, letting them enjoy her, yet fully aware I was right there, drinking in every sight, every sound, every tremble of her bare breasts, waist, hips, navel, and Ass.
Karthik’s hands moved slowly, deliberate, to the hem of My Mom’s yellow petticoat. With a teasing grin, he lifted it just enough to reveal what had been hidden.
I caught my breath. My Mom’s bare Pussy was exposed, perfectly clean-shaved, the delicate skin glowing under the dressing room lights. Her thighs flexed slightly as she gasped, a deep blush flooding her cheeks.
Karthik’s eyes widened, almost spellbound. “Oh… wow… I’ve never seen anything like this,” he whispered, voice thick with awe. “So… beautiful… so perfect…”
Deepak’s hands lingered on her hips as he leaned closer from behind, eyes dark, body radiating heat. My Mom’s waist flexed, Ass shifting slightly as she tried to adjust, still aware of their gazes and my own.
I stood right there, heart pounding, my cock aching, completely captivated. I couldn’t look away. Every movement of her hips, every quiver of her thighs, every shiver from her bare Pussy made me ache to reach out, but I stayed, utterly consumed by watching.
My Mom’s soft moan escaped her lips, barely audible. Her hands trembled at her sides, powerless to cover herself now, and her blush deepened as Karthik leaned closer, letting his fingers glide lightly over her thighs, near her bare Pussy, exploring the space he had just unveiled.
“So delicate… so smooth… just incredible,” Karthik murmured, awe in his voice, his eyes never leaving her bare Pussy. My Mom shivered, nipples taut, breasts heaving, completely flushed with embarrassment and excitement.
I was right there, completely addicted to watching. Every gasp, every quiver, every tiny movement of her hips, waist, Pussy, thighs, and Ass made my pulse race. She was giving herself to them completely, and yet she knew I was watching, teasingly aware that every reaction of hers drove me wild.
Karthik sank to his knees, his hands firmly holding My Mom’s thighs apart. Her bare Pussy was fully exposed, glistening with wetness.
He leaned in and parted her labia with his fingers, letting his mouth hover over her clitoris. His tongue darted down, circling her sensitive clitoris, licking slowly, deliberately, tracing along the folds of her Pussy.
My Mom’s hips jerked upward, Ass shifting instinctively, waist arching as a sharp moan escaped her lips. Her breasts heaved, nipples taut, and she trembled, gripping her own breasts as pleasure ran through her.
Deepak’s hands rested on her hips, fingers sliding over the smooth skin of her Ass, keeping her steady while Karthik explored her Pussy thoroughly. My Mom gasped, thighs quivering, navel tightening with every deliberate lick and suck.
I stood right there, right next to her, completely consumed by the sight. Every flick of his tongue on her clitoris, every wet kiss along her labia, every moan from her lips, every shiver of her waist, hips, and thighs made my body ache unbearably. I couldn’t touch her—but watching her bare Pussy being worshiped like this, seeing her tremble and moan, made my cock throb harder than ever.
Her yellow petticoat had ridden up around her waist and hips, leaving her fully exposed. Each moan, each quiver of her Pussy, each arch of her back, pulled me deeper into the heat of the moment, utterly addicted to watching her respond, fully alive with desire.
Deepak moved behind My Mom, wrapping his arms around her waist. His chest pressed close to her back, and he let his hands slide over her hips and Ass, holding her steady.
“So… Karthik,” Deepak murmured, voice low and husky, “how does her Pussy taste?”
Karthik paused, eyes dark with lust, lips still on her clitoris, and he pulled back slightly to answer. “It’s… incredible,” he said, voice thick with desire. “Sweet, soft… warm… and perfectly wet. Her folds are delicate, smooth, and the clitoris is so sensitive. Every lick makes her hips jerk, thighs tremble, and those little gasps—” He leaned closer again, tongue tracing along her labia, making My Mom gasp softly: “mmmmmmmmmmmmm.”
My Mom’s waist arched, Ass shifting, and her breasts heaved, nipples taut. She moaned again, long this time: “mmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmm.”
Karthik continued, whispering against her ear: “Every inch of her Pussy tastes like… like she was made to be kissed and licked. Soft, warm, sweet, and begging for more. The way her hips push into my mouth, her thighs tremble, it’s… insane.”
Deepak groaned, holding her tighter, feeling her shiver under their attention. I stood right there, cock aching, completely hypnotized by the sight—her bare Pussy being adored, hips arching, waist flexing, thighs quivering, breasts rising and falling, and My Mom’s moans filling the room, making me burn with need.
Her yellow petticoat was bunched around her waist, fully exposing her hips, thighs, and Pussy, leaving nothing hidden. Every sound she made, every tremble of her waist, hips, and Pussy, pulled me deeper into watching, addicted to seeing her respond, utterly alive with pleasure.

novelistcasanova · 23-08-2025, 09:03 PM

My Mom’s back arched slightly, hips trembling as Karthik’s tongue moved over her clitoris. Deepak’s hands cupped her breasts, fingers teasing her nipples, and a shiver ran through her waist.

Her lips parted, breath catching, and she whispered, “I… I’m about to cum…”
Karthik paused for a moment, eyes dark with lust, then resumed, circling her bare Pussy with his tongue, savoring every twitch of her hips and tremble of her thighs. Deepak tightened his hold on her waist, feeling her breasts heave as the warning made them both ache with anticipation.
My Mom moaned softly, “mmmmmmmmmmmmm”, tension coiling through her waist, hips, and Pussy, the warning fueling the heat in the room. Every second of anticipation made her breasts rise and fall faster, nipples taut, Ass flexing against Deepak and Karthik, building her pleasure to the edge.
My Mom’s hips trembled, waist flexing, Pussy quivering under Karthik’s tongue. Deepak’s hands cupped her breasts, fingers rolling over her nipples, and she gasped sharply, lips parting as her voice shook:
“I… I’m about to cum…”
Karthik’s eyes darkened, and he leaned in closer, spreading her labia with his fingers while his tongue traced circles over her clitoris, savoring the slick wetness. Deepak’s chest pressed against her bare back, his hands kneading her breasts, holding her steady as every tremor of her hips rolled against them both.
My Mom’s soft moan turned into a long, drawn-out sound as the tension snapped:
“aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa”
Her bare Pussy clenched and quivered around Karthik’s mouth, hips jerking violently, thighs trembling, waist flexing, Ass pressing into Deepak’s hands. Her breasts heaved in his grip, nipples taut, every inch of her alive with the orgasm.
Karthik continued to taste her, sucking and flicking his tongue over her clitoris, drinking in every shiver, every gasp, every tremble. Deepak’s hands rolled her breasts, fingers flicking her nipples, holding her as she shuddered and moaned uncontrollably, fully lost in the pleasure.
I stood right there, cock straining, completely captivated. Every tremble of her hips, every spasm of her Pussy, every gasp from her lips, every rise and fall of her breasts, every quiver of her waist and thighs—I was addicted, unable to look away. Watching her cum so completely in Karthik’s mouth while Deepak held her from behind was intoxicating, making me ache in every nerve.
My Mom’s yellow petticoat was bunched around her waist, hips, and thighs, leaving her fully exposed, every motion visible, every reaction driving me wild with desire. Her moans faded slowly, leaving her trembling in their arms, utterly spent and shining with heat.
My Mom leaned slightly forward, hands lifting her yellow petticoat to wipe the slick of her Pussy juice from Karthik’s lips. Her bare breasts bounced slightly as she moved, nipples taut from the aftershocks of her orgasm, hips still trembling.
Before she could pull away, Karthik’s hands shot up, gripping her bare breasts firmly. His fingers rolled over her nipples, and he leaned in, licking her lips slowly, tasting the remnants of her cum.
My Mom gasped, a blush spreading deep across her cheeks, lips parting as she moaned softly: “mmmmmmmmmmmmm”
Karthik swallowed it eagerly, pulling back just enough to smirk at her flushed face. His hands never left her breasts, kneading and rolling them with deliberate slowness, sending shivers down her waist and along her hips.
Deepak’s hands still rested on her hips and Ass, holding her steady, watching Karthik’s mouth on her lips. My Mom’s thighs trembled, Pussy still slick, waist flexing as heat coursed through her. Her soft moans, breasts heaving, nipples taut, and flushed lips made me ache, cock straining, utterly consumed by watching.
I could see her flushed excitement, the mix of embarrassment and pleasure in her wide eyes, knowing she’d just allowed them both to taste her, fully alive in the moment. Every tremor of her hips, every shiver of her waist, every squeeze of her breasts, and every gasp from her lips drove me deeper into lust, addicted to the erotic spectacle unfolding right in front of me.
Karthik’s hands remained firmly on My Mom’s bare breasts, fingers rolling over her nipples, feeling her heaving chest under his touch. Her waist flexed slightly, hips shifting, thighs trembling from the lingering pleasure of her orgasm.
My Mom leaned forward slightly, yellow petticoat bunched at her waist, Pussy still slick, and whispered softly, teasing him:
“Tell me… how do my juices taste?”
Karthik’s eyes darkened with lust, his lips brushing along her neck before he answered, voice thick with desire. “Sweet… hot… perfect,” he said, voice low and husky. “Thick, slick, warm… every drop tastes like you. Your Pussy is incredible, and the way it trembles around my mouth… I could taste you forever. Your hips push, your thighs quake, your waist arches… every bit of you is perfect.”
My Mom shivered, a soft moan escaping her lips: “mmmmmmmmmmmmm”. Her bare breasts heaved in Karthik’s grip, nipples taut, hips pressing slightly forward as she teased him with her words.
Deepak’s hands rested on her hips and Ass, steadying her, watching Karthik lavish attention on her breasts and listen to her tease. My Mom’s waist flexed, thighs trembling, Pussy still slick and responsive, every sound and movement making my pulse hammer.
Karthik’s hands remained firmly on My Mom’s bare breasts, fingers rolling over her nipples, cupping them fully. He leaned close, voice low and husky, “Your breasts… so round, so firm… perfect. I could feel them all day.”
My Mom shivered, a blush spreading across her cheeks, and her lips parted as a soft moan escaped: “mmmmmmmmmmmmm”. Her waist flexed, hips shifting slightly, thighs trembling under the lingering heat of her previous orgasm.
At the same time, Deepak’s hands slid down to his pants, pulling them along with his underwear past his hips. His cock sprang free, hard and pulsing, and he moved behind My Mom, his hands gripping her hips firmly.
With deliberate slowness, Deepak lifted her yellow petticoat, exposing her Pussy, and positioned himself. He inserted his cock inside her Pussy, filling her completely, making My Mom gasp sharply, hips jerking forward instinctively.
A moan escaped her lips, high and urgent: “mmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmm”
Karthik’s hands squeezed her breasts, fingers flicking her nipples, as My Mom trembled. Her waist arched, Ass pressed into Deepak’s pelvis, and her thighs quivered around him.
My Mom moaned again, soft and urgent: “mmmmmmmmmmmmm”, her bare breasts heaving, nipples taut, hips rolling involuntarily with each thrust.
Deepak’s hands wrapped firmly around My Mom’s waist, pulling her close, chest pressing against her bare back as he moved steadily inside her Pussy. Every thrust made her hips roll involuntarily, Ass pressing into him, waist flexing with each motion.
My Mom’s lips parted in soft moans: “mmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm”, her breasts heaving in Karthik’s grip, nipples taut, bouncing slightly with each movement. Karthik continued to knead and roll her breasts, fingers flicking her nipples, sending shivers down her waist and along her hips.
Her yellow petticoat was bunched around her waist, hips and thighs fully exposed, leaving her bare Pussy slick and glistening. Deepak’s cock filled her completely, and he groaned low, enjoying every movement of her trembling hips, quivering thighs, and flexing waist.
My Mom gasped sharply, her body shuddering under the dual attention. “mmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmm” She arched her back, letting her Ass press harder into Deepak, Pussy clenching around him, every movement drawing more pleasure from them both.
Deepak’s chest pressed firmly against My Mom’s bare back, arms wrapped tightly around her waist, hands gripping her hips and Ass as he thrust inside her Pussy. Each movement made her hips roll, waist flex, thighs tremble, and breasts heave in Karthik’s grip, nipples taut.
He groaned low, voice thick with lust:
“Karthik… I’m… I can’t control it… her Pussy… it’s driving me crazy… I’m going to cum any moment…”
My Mom’s lips parted, soft moans escaping: “mmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm”. Her hips pressed harder against Deepak, Ass quivering, waist arching involuntarily, and Pussy clenching around him with each thrust.
My Mom shivered, thighs quivering, waist flexing, Pussy slick and responsive, moaning again softly: “mmmmmmmmmmmmm”. Her yellow petticoat was bunched around her waist, hips and thighs fully exposed, leaving her bare Pussy completely open to Deepak’s cock.
Karthik slowly removed his hands from My Mom’s bare breasts, letting them bounce slightly as he leaned closer, cupping her face in his hands. His fingers brushed over her cheeks, his eyes dark with lust as he whispered,
“Are you enjoying this, My Mom? Tell me…”
My Mom’s lips parted, but no words came out—only soft, long moans, trembling and breathy:
“mmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmm”
Her hips pressed into Deepak, waist flexing, Ass quivering as his cock filled her Pussy. She could feel the tension building inside him, the heat of his body, and knew he was about to cum at any moment.
Deepak groaned low from behind her, hands gripping her waist tightly, hips thrusting faster, cock driving deep into her slick Pussy, and she shivered, thighs trembling, waist flexing, Pussy clenching around him.
Karthik leaned closer, lips brushing near her ear, whispering softly: “Look at you… moaning, trembling… so perfect for both of us…”
My Mom’s breasts bounced slightly, nipples taut, yellow petticoat bunched at her waist, exposing her hips, thighs, and bare Pussy fully to Deepak. She moaned again, long and breathy:
“mmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmm”

novelistcasanova · 23-08-2025, 09:04 PM

Deepak’s hands gripped My Mom’s waist tightly, pulling her hips into him as he thrust deep inside her slick Pussy. His chest pressed against her bare back, Ass flexing with every movement, cock pulsing inside her.

He groaned low, voice thick with lust, “I am coming… I am coming… I am coming…”
My Mom’s hips jerked instinctively, waist arching, thighs trembling, Pussy clenching around his cock. Her breasts bounced in Karthik’s grip, nipples taut, and she gasped loudly, soft moans turning long:
“mmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmm”
Deepak dug his cock deeper inside her Pussy, feeling every tremble of her hips, every shiver of her waist, every quiver of her thighs and Ass, until his orgasm hit hard. He groaned low and deep, grabbing her bare breasts tightly, thrusting fully inside her Pussy, and began cumming deep inside my mom’s pussy.
As Deepak’s cock filled her Pussy, Karthik cupped My Mom’s face with his hands, holding her steady. He leaned in and ran his tongue along her lips, sliding it slowly into her mouth, exploring, tasting, and teasing her. His teeth gently nibbled her lower lip, pulling it slightly, while his tongue flicked over her upper lip, making My Mom gasp and shiver.
My Mom’s lips parted eagerly, tongue meeting his, moaning loudly and urgently:
“aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa”
Her bare Pussy clenched tightly around Deepak’s cock, hips jerking, waist flexing, thighs quivering as waves of orgasm rippled through her. Her breasts heaved under Deepak’s grip, nipples taut, yellow petticoat bunched at her waist, leaving hips, thighs, Ass, and Pussy fully exposed.
Deepak slowly pulled his cock out of My Mom’s slick Pussy, letting the last tremors of their shared orgasm settle through her hips, waist, and thighs. He pressed his chest lightly against her bare back, tilting his head to kiss along her spine, lips brushing over her skin, and whispered, voice thick with lust:
“Your Pussy… so perfect… I’ve never felt anything like this… I enjoyed every second…”
My Mom shivered under his touch, soft moans escaping her lips: “mmmmmmmmmmmmm”. Her hips flexed slightly, Ass quivering, waist trembling, as the aftershocks of Deepak’s orgasm pulsed through her.
Leaning slightly forward, My Mom reached for support, her arms wrapping tightly around Karthik’s neck, face nuzzled against his shoulder, breasts bouncing lightly in his hands, nipples still taut. She clung to him, shivering, thighs brushing against him, yellow petticoat bunched at her waist, leaving her hips, Pussy, and Ass exposed.
Karthik held her firmly, hands cupping her back and hips, supporting her trembling form as her soft, lingering moans escaped:
“mmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm”
I stood right there, heart hammering, cock straining, completely captivated. Watching her bare breasts bouncing against Karthik, her Pussy still slick, hips rolling slightly, waist flexing, thighs trembling, and her lips soft and parted—it was intoxicating. Every movement, every touch, every moan drew me deeper into lust, completely addicted to the scene unfolding before me.
Karthik cupped My Mom’s face, eyes dark with lust, and whispered, “It’s my turn now… let me enjoy you.”
My Mom nodded slightly, soft moans escaping her lips: “mmmmmmmmmmmmm”. She moved carefully to the edge of the table, legs slightly apart, hips flexing, thighs trembling from the lingering aftershocks of her orgasm.
Her hands reached for a pack of wet wipes, and she picked them up, lifting her yellow petticoat high over her waist, fully exposing her bare Pussy, asshole, hips, thighs, and Ass. She began to gently wipe herself, cleaning the slick Pussy and the traces of cum around her asshole.
Karthik’s gaze followed every motion, eyes dark with desire, hands hovering near her bare hips, watching her tremble and moan softly with each swipe.
My Mom’s breasts bounced slightly as she leaned forward, nipples still taut, waist flexing, hips shifting subtly. Her soft moans, “mmmmmmmmmmmmm”, echoed through the dressing room, making Deepak shift behind her, cock still hard, hands gripping her waist and Ass as he watched Karthik prepare to pleasure her.
I stood right there, cock straining, completely captivated. Every visible part of her—the bouncing breasts, the slick Pussy, the exposed asshole, trembling hips and thighs, waist flexing, Ass quivering—was mesmerizing. Watching her clean herself slowly, teasingly, before Karthik began, made my pulse hammer uncontrollably.
Karthik slowly pulled down his pants and underwear, freeing his hard cock, pulsing with desire. He stepped closer to My Mom, eyes dark with lust, and gently lifted her trembling legs, placing each on his shoulders. Her hips rose instinctively, waist flexing, thighs quivering, Pussy fully exposed.
Leaning in, Karthik guided his cock along her slick Pussy, teasing her slowly, rubbing the sensitive folds and clitoris with deliberate, slow strokes. My Mom gasped sharply, soft moans rolling from her lips:
“mmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmm”
Her breasts bounced slightly as her hips arched toward him, nipples taut, waist flexing, thighs quivering around his shoulders, and Ass pressing instinctively. Every brush of Karthik’s cock over her Pussy made her shiver, tremble, and moan louder.
Karthik shifted closer, guiding his hard cock to the entrance of My Mom’s slick Pussy. Her hips flexed instinctively, waist arching, thighs quivering on his shoulders, Ass pressing lightly into him. She gasped, soft moans escaping her lips:
“mmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmm”
Slowly, Karthik pushed inside her Pussy, inch by inch, letting her adjust to his girth. My Mom shivered, breasts bouncing under her own weight, nipples taut, hips rolling subtly as he filled her completely. Deepak’s hands gripped her waist and Ass, holding her steady from behind, his cock still hard, pulsing against her back.
Her moans grew longer, more breathy, echoing around the dressing room:
“mmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmm”
Karthik began to thrust slowly, deliberately, inside her Pussy, letting her feel every inch, every movement. My Mom’s hips pushed back involuntarily, waist flexing, thighs trembling, Pussy gripping him, Ass quivering, while her breasts heaved, nipples taut.
Karthik leaned closer, hands still holding My Mom’s hips, cock deep inside her slick Pussy, and whispered with a husky moan:
“Aunty… your Pussy… it feels so tight, so wet… every inch of it grips me perfectly… I love it so much.”
My Mom gasped, hips flexing, waist arching, thighs trembling around his cock, Ass pressing into him, breasts bouncing slightly:
“mmmmmmmmmmmmm… Karthik… I… I love it too… your cock inside me… feels so good…”
Karthik groaned, thrusting slowly, letting her feel every pulse of his cock inside her Pussy:
“I can feel every tremble of your hips, every shiver of your waist, every quiver of your thighs… it’s driving me crazy… you’re perfect.”
My Mom moaned loudly, lips parted, soft gasps escaping as breasts bounced under their weight, nipples taut, hips rolling slightly with each thrust, Pussy gripping him tightly:
“mmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmm”
She leaned forward slightly, hands gripping his shoulders, waist flexing, letting him feel her trembles. Karthik’s hands kneaded her hips and Ass, pressing her closer, cock pulsing deep inside her Pussy, moaning low:
“I love it… every inch of your Pussy… you’re trembling… so wet… so perfect for me…”
My Mom gasped, soft and breathy, hips pressing into him, waist flexing, thighs quivering, Pussy slick and responsive, moaning:
“mmmmmmmmmmmmm… Karthik… don’t stop… I… I love it too…”
Karthik’s hands held My Mom’s hips firmly, cock buried deep inside her slick Pussy, every pulse sending tremors through her waist, thighs, and Ass. His voice was low, thick with lust, as he groaned into her ear:
“My Mom… I’m about to cum… I can’t hold back… your Pussy feels too perfect…”
My Mom shivered, hips pressing involuntarily against him, waist arching, thighs quivering, Pussy clenching around him with every word. Soft moans escaped her lips:
“mmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmm”
Karthik began digging his cock deeper and deeper inside her Pussy, letting her feel every inch, every pulse, every movement. My Mom gasped sharply, breasts bouncing slightly, nipples taut, waist flexing, hips rolling instinctively, Pussy gripping him tightly.
Deepak’s hands stayed on her waist and Ass from behind, holding her steady, cock still hard, pulsing against her back, as her moans grew louder and more urgent.
My Mom gasped again, trembling, hips pressing into Karthik, waist flexing, thighs quivering, Pussy slick and alive with pleasure:
“mmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmm”

Karthik leaned fully over My Mom, chest against her naked breasts, arms wrapping tightly around her waist as he buried his cock deep inside her Pussy. Every thrust made her hips roll, waist flex, thighs quiver, Ass pressing into him, and her Pussy gripping him tightly.
He groaned low, voice thick with lust, as the orgasm hit him hard:
“aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa”
My Mom arched into him, arms wrapping tightly around his neck, legs winding around his waist, hips flexing, thighs trembling, Pussy pulsing around him as she rode his orgasm. Her breasts bounced in full contact with his chest, nipples taut, yellow petticoat bunched at her waist, leaving hips, Pussy, thighs, and Ass fully exposed.
Her moans joined his, loud and urgent, rolling through the dressing room.
"Karthik... ohhh... I’m cumming... don’t stop...," she cried, her voice shaking with ecstasy.
“aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa”She moaned and began cumming all over his cock.
Karthik grunted, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered breathlessly, "Aunty... your pussy is holding my cock so tight... I love it... I love you like this..."
Their bodies clung to each other, sweat dripping down, both trembling as their orgasms overlapped and deepened, neither wanting to separate, savoring the closeness and heat of the moment.
Slowly, as the waves of her orgasm settled, My Mom loosened her tight hold around Karthik’s neck and waist. Her arms slid down his back, still stroking him tenderly, while her legs slowly unclasped from his waist, though his cock was still deep inside her pussy. Both of them were panting hard, their chests heaving together, their bodies hot and sticky with sweat.
Karthik rested his forehead against hers, his breath fanning her lips as he whispered, "Aunty… you made me lose myself completely."
My Mom smiled softly, still trembling.
They stayed like that, joined and motionless, their hearts beating against each other, enjoying the warmth and the closeness of their entangled bodies.
Karthik slowly lifted himself up, with his cock still inside My Mom’s pussy, their chests close together. He leaned down, hugging her tightly as his thick cock began to slide out of her soaked pussy.
My Mom gasped, her nails grazing along his back, her legs hugging his waist with desperate strength. "Ahhh… Karthik…" she moaned, her lips brushing against his ear.
He hugged her tighter, moving with slow control, each inch of withdrawal making her pussy tremble around his cock. Finally, with one last hug, he slipped out, his tip leaving her dripping wet between her thighs.
Shivering, My Mom hugged herself, one hand sliding down to cover her open, throbbing pussy, whispering breathlessly, "You were so deep… I can still feel your cum inside my pussy."

novelistcasanova · 23-08-2025, 09:05 PM

Karthik reached for the wet wipes kept near the table, his eyes never leaving My Mom’s flushed face. Tearing one out, he gently spread her thighs wider, exposing her soaked pussy glistening with his seed.

He bent close and began wiping her pussy clean, the soft touch making My Mom arch back on the bed, her voice breaking into a moan. "Mmmhh… Karthik… it’s tickling… ahhh…" she whispered, looking straight into his eyes.
Her breath quickened as each slow stroke of the wipe brushed across her swollen pussy lips, sending shivers through her body. She held his wrist gently, her eyes glowing with playful mischief as she bit her lower lip.
After carefully wiping every trace away, Karthik smiled and whispered, "Your pussy is fresh again, Aunty…"
Before My Mom could reply, he leaned down and planted a soft kiss right on her clean pussy lips. My Mom threw her head back, moaning loudly, "Ahhh… naughty boy…" and then broke into laughter, her hands hugging his shoulders tightly.
Karthik and Deepak were both buttoning up their white T-shirts and slipping into their pants, still flushed and grinning at each other as if they had shared a secret only they knew. My mom lay on the Table, catching her breath, her hair messy, her breasts rising and falling fast.
Just then, Shiva pushed the door open and stepped inside. His eyes instantly widened as he saw Karthik and Deepak dressed up, while my mom’s body still glistened with the afterglow of passion. He froze for a moment, his chest tightening, jealousy rising like fire inside him.
Karthik smirked and leaned closer to Shiva. “We just had the best time with her, Uncle… Aunty is unbelievable,” he whispered, his tone teasing.
Deepak chuckled, brushing his fingers through his hair. “Yeah, Dad… you should’ve seen how she moaned. She’s something else.”
Their words made Shiva’s fists clench, his heartbeat pounding as he looked at My mom’s glowing, half-naked body.

Deepak's Dad’s breath grew heavier as he stepped closer. His eyes locked on My Mom, who was lying across the table, her yellow petticoat clinging loosely around her hips while her bare breasts rose and fell with every breath. She looked radiant, flushed, and deliciously vulnerable.
Unable to resist, Deepak's Dad leaned down and cupped her breasts firmly in his hands, squeezing them as his thumbs brushed across her nipples. His voice came out hoarse, almost trembling with lust. “Sudha… you don’t know how turned on I am, just watching you like this… lying here, looking so beautiful.”
My Mom smiled. She reached up, her soft fingers stroking his cheek, then slipping into his hair, tugging him gently closer. “I know, Deepak's Dad… I can see it in your eyes,” she whispered, her touch lingering on his face, tender yet teasing.
Her gaze met his, full of heat and invitation, as her fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him down towards her lips.
Deepak's Dad’s hands lifted My Mom’s yellow petticoat, lifting it higher until her thighs parted and her Pussy came fully into view. His eyes lingered, drinking her in, and he leaned closer, his voice thick with desire as he whispered, “Sudha… your Pussy is so beautiful. I can’t believe I’m seeing you like this.”
My Mom’s cheeks turned a deep red as she lowered her gaze, her lips curving in a shy smile. She let her fingers reach up, stroking his face and tangling in his hair gently. “Sir…” she breathed, her voice trembling yet filled with warmth, “don’t look at me like that… you’ll make me melt.”
Her body shifted slightly under his gaze, her petticoat still bunched up in his hands, her bare breasts rising and falling as her blush deepened.
Deepak's Dad’s breathing grew heavier as he held My Mom’s yellow petticoat high, his eyes fixed on the soft pink folds of her Pussy. He lowered himself slightly, his fingers trembling with desire as they hovered just above her skin.
“Sudha…” he whispered, his voice rough with passion, “your Pussy is the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen. It’s soft… pink… and so inviting.”
His fingers brushed gently along her inner thigh before tracing slowly toward her Pussy. My Mom gasped and bit her lower lip, her body arching slightly as his fingertips came close to her Pussy.
Blushing deeper, she murmured shyly, “Sir… don’t say such things… I feel so shy when you praise me like that…” Yet her trembling hands clutched his shoulders, as if urging him not to stop.
Deepak's Dad’s finger softly caressed the outer lips of her Pussy, exploring her warmth with reverence. His eyes never left her face as he said, “You are a goddess, Sudha… and this part of you is pure beauty. I could spend forever just looking at you here.”
My Mom’s breath hitched, her breasts rising heavily as she leaned closer into him, whispering in a shaky voice, “Sir… you’re making me lose myself…”
Deepak's Dad kept My Mom’s yellow petticoat lifted above her waist with one hand. With the other, he slowly opened her thighs and placed his fingers on her pussy lips.
“Sudha… your Pussy is so soft and beautiful,” he said, staring at it closely.
His fingers moved gently over her pussy lips, spreading them apart a little. My Mom’s body shook, and she gasped.
“Sir… don’t look at me like that… I feel shy,” she whispered, holding onto his neck.
But Deepak's Dad did not stop. He bent down, his lips just inches away from her Pussy. His warm breath touched her pussy lips, making My Mom tremble.
“I want to taste you here, Sudha,” he said softly, before he kissed her pussy lips.
My Mom moaned loudly, her fingers digging into his shoulders as her body melted from the touch of his lips on her Pussy.
Deepak's Dad lowered his face between My Mom’s thighs, his eyes fixed on her Pussy, glistening and inviting. He leaned in and kissed her pussy lips slowly, letting his tongue explore her. My Mom gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair as she arched her waist slightly.
He lifted his head for a moment, his lips wet, and whispered with a lustful smile, “Sudha… your Pussy tastes salty and sweet at the same time… it’s intoxicating.”
My Mom’s cheeks turned crimson as she looked down at him, her lips parting in a shy smile. She ran her hand over his face and whispered back, “Sir… you make me feel so shameless when you say that.”
Deepak's Dad grinned, kissed her pussy lips again, and murmured, “Shameless or not, I want to taste you again and again.”
Deepak's Dad leaned back down and spread My Mom’s pussy lips with his tongue, licking her gently at first. The wet warmth filled his mouth as he circled her clit, making her gasp and moan loudly.
“Sir… ahhh… don’t stop,” My Mom whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulders as her thighs trembled.
He pulled back for a second, his lips shining with her wetness, and whispered against her pussy, “Sudha… your pussy tastes so raw and sweet… it’s making me go crazy.”
Then he slid his tongue deeper, teasing her hole and then flicking over her clit again. My Mom cried out, arching her waist up against his mouth, her moans filling the room.
“I can’t get enough of you… every lick makes me harder… you’re driving me wild, Sudha,” Deepak's Dad growled between strokes of his tongue, before plunging back to taste her again.
Deepak's Dad’s tongue moved slowly over My Mom’s pussy lips, teasing her, tasting her deeply. She arched her back on the table, her yellow petticoat gathered around her waist, her breasts heaving with every breath. Her moans filled the room as his tongue flicked over her clit, circling it, sucking it, then plunging lower to taste every part of her wetness.
“Sudha… your pussy tastes so sweet… like honey mixed with salt… it’s making me lose my mind…” Deepak's Dad murmured between kisses, his voice thick with lust.
My Mom gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him harder against her. “Sir… don’t stop… you’re driving me crazy…” she whispered, her thighs tightening around his shoulders as the waves of pleasure built inside her.
He moaned into her pussy, his tongue working faster, more eager, as if he couldn’t get enough of her taste. “I want more of this, Sudha… more of your pussy… I could stay here forever, tasting you…” he said before sucking hard on her clit, making her cry out louder.
Deepak's Dad’s tongue pushed deeper, swirling and flicking, his lips sucking her clit until My Mom’s whole body trembled. Her nails dug into his hair as she moaned louder, her hips lifting off the table, begging for more.
“Ahhh… Shivvvaaaa… I can’t… it’s too much… you’re making me lose control…” she cried out, her thighs squeezing tight around his head.
Deepak's Dad groaned into her wetness, loving how she tasted, how she moaned for him. “Sudha… your pussy is drenching my tongue… I want you to cum for me… let me drink every drop…”
His words, his hunger, his tongue—all pushed her over the edge. My Mom’s body arched high, her breasts bouncing as she screamed his name, her pussy quivering against his mouth. The moment Deepak's Dad spread her pink pussy lips wide and inserting his tongue deep inside My Mom’s pussy, “aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaa,” she moaned loud and began cumming all over Deepak's Dad’s mouth. The warm waves of orgasm flowed through her as Deepak's Dad sucked and licked harder, swallowing her juices eagerly, not letting a single drop escape.
My Mom collapsed back onto the table, panting, her body still trembling while Deepak's Dad kissed her pussy tenderly, licking her clean. “Mmm… Sudha… I’ve never tasted anything like you… I’m addicted…” he whispered against her wet lips.

novelistcasanova · 23-08-2025, 09:06 PM

Deepak's Dad slowly lifted his head, his lips glistening with My Mom’s wetness, and crawled up her body, leaving a trail of kisses across her waist and breasts before reaching her lips. He hovered close, his breath hot, his eyes burning with desire.

My Mom, still shivering from her orgasm, pulled his face down and kissed him deeply. The moment their mouths met, she tasted herself on his tongue—thick, salty, intoxicating. Her moan vibrated into his mouth as she clutched his hair tighter.
“Sir… you’re making me taste my own pussy…” she gasped between kisses, her tongue desperately searching his.
Deepak's Dad groaned, pressing his body onto hers, his hardness rubbing against her belly. “Sudha… your taste on my tongue is driving me crazy… I want you again… I can’t stop…”
Her hands roamed down his back, pulling him closer, her thighs spreading wider as if inviting him in. Their lips moved hungrily, wet and desperate, while Deepak's Dad ground his hips against her, his cock throbbing against her navel.
“Sudha… kiss me harder… taste yourself… feel how mad you’re making me…” he whispered, before sealing his mouth over hers again, their tongues dancing wildly.
Deepak's Dad pulled back slightly, his chest heaving, his lips still wet from their frantic kissing. His hands slid down to the waistband of his pants and removed his t-shirt and got naked. His cock stood fully erect, heavy and throbbing, as his eyes devoured My Mom’s trembling body lying before him.
Slowly, he spread My Mom’s thighs apart, his palms sliding along her smooth skin. His gaze travelled lower—past her navel, past her pussy—and then settled on the tight, forbidden opening of her asshole.
He leaned closer, his breath brushing against her, and whispered with awe, “Sudha… your asshole… it’s so perfect… so beautiful… like a hidden jewel.”
My Mom’s entire body shivered. Her cheeks turned crimson, and she tried to close her thighs out of sheer shyness, but Deepak's Dad held them apart firmly, his eyes locked on her most intimate place.
“Don’t hide from me… you don’t know how much it excites me to see you like this,” he murmured, his fingers gently caressing the edges of her Ass, spreading them wider to admire the view even more.
My Mom turned her face away, blushing deeply, her lips trembling as she whispered, “Sir… don’t praise that part of me… I feel so shy…”
But Deepak's Dad only smiled, bending lower, his lips brushing against the softness of her inner thigh, his voice husky, “Sudhaa… your shyness makes you even more irresistible… your asshole is the most tempting sight I’ve ever seen.”
Deepak's Dad’s eyes lingered as he knelt between My Mom’s spread thighs, his naked body looming close. He leaned in, not touching yet, just gazing with raw intensity at her asshole. His lips parted as though he had found something sacred.
“Sudha… look at this,” he murmured, his voice low and awestruck, “your asshole is so perfect… so tight, so clean… so beautiful.”
Her cheeks flushed deep red. She instinctively tried to close her thighs in shyness, but his hands held them apart firmly, making her more aware of his gaze. She turned her face away, embarrassed yet trembling with the thrill of his worship.
“Don’t hide it, Sudha,” Deepak's Dad whispered again, his breath warm on her skin, “I could stare at this forever. It’s driving me crazy, the way your pussy and asshole look together.”
My Mom bit her lip, her heart racing, the heat rising in her chest. She covered her face with her palm for a moment, unable to meet his eyes, her blush spreading across her neck. Her body betrayed her, though—her hips shifted restlessly, as if inviting more of his attention.
Deepak's Dad chuckled softly, running his fingers along the inside of her thigh, not touching her yet, simply watching her blush deepen. “You have no idea how sexy you look right now,” he said, his tone dripping with desire. “Even your blush makes me want you more.”
Deepak's Dad’s eyes stayed fixed on the spot between My Mom’s Ass, his naked body trembling with excitement as he took in the sight. He lowered himself slightly, his voice husky and filled with awe as he whispered, “Sudha… my god… your asshole is so beautiful. It’s tight, pink, and shining… I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to see it so close.”
My Mom hid her face with her hands, her cheeks turning crimson, her chest heaving with embarrassment and arousal. “Sir… don’t say like that…” she mumbled softly, but her thighs quivered as they instinctively parted wider for him.
Deepak's Dad moved closer, his face just inches away, his breath brushing over her skin. “No, Sudha… you don’t understand. Every part of you is gorgeous, but this… this little hole is driving me insane. It’s so delicate, so perfect… I want to worship it.”
My Mom let out a nervous laugh, her lips trembling. “Sir… you’re making me blush so much…” she admitted, trying to hide her red face but unable to stop her hips from arching slightly as if offering herself to his gaze.
Deepak's Dad’s hand gently caressed her Ass, spreading her softly, his voice thick with hunger. “Sudha… your asshole is like a forbidden jewel. Just looking at it makes me crazy… I’ve never seen anything as tempting. The way it winks at me when you breathe… you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”
Her whole body heated under his words, her face glowing as she whispered, “Sir… please… stop praising like that… I can’t handle it…” but her eyes, half-shut and wet with desire, betrayed how much his admiration was breaking her shyness and pulling her deeper into the moment.
Deepak's Dad stayed on his knees between My Mom’s open thighs, his eyes fixed on the secret spot he had just revealed. His gaze roamed slowly from her wet pussy lips down to her tight little asshole, and he couldn’t stop himself from smiling.
“Sudha… look at you,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe. “Your pussy is already shining with desire… and this tiny hole… so perfect, so delicate. Do you even know how beautiful your asshole looks right now? Like a hidden treasure meant only for me.”
My Mom bit her lower lip hard, her cheeks glowing deep red as she lowered her eyes, unable to meet his intense stare.
“Sir… don’t say like that…” she murmured, her voice trembling.
But Deepak's Dad leaned closer, still not touching, still only drinking in the sight. “Why not? I want you to know exactly what I see. This pink, tight hole… it makes me lose my breath. It looks so pure, so untouched… and it belongs to you, my gorgeous Sudha. Do you know how lucky I feel right now, just admiring you like this?”
Her whole body shivered, her thighs tightening slightly in reflex, but she didn’t close them. The blush spread all over her face and neck as she whispered, “Sir… you’re embarrassing me…”
He chuckled softly, still keeping his eyes locked there. “No, Sudha… I’m worshipping you. Your asshole is like a jewel between your Ass… so perfect, so inviting. I can’t take my eyes away. You’re making me crazy just by letting me look.”
My Mom’s hands flew up to cover part of her face, her ears turning crimson. She gasped, “Sir… you’ll make me die of shyness…”
But Deepak's Dad only smiled wider, his voice firm, reverent, and dripping with lust. “Die of shyness? No, my Sudha… you’ll make me die of desire. This sight… your pussy and your asshole open before me… it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
He still hadn’t touched—only admired, only spoken—drawing her deeper into blushing helplessness as his words burned into her.
Deepak's Dad stayed crouched between My Mom’s spread legs, his eyes fixed, his voice heavy with raw desire. “Sudha… do you even know how rare it is to see something this perfect? Your asshole is so tiny, so pink, so smooth… it looks like it was made to be adored.”
My Mom hid her face against her arm, her cheeks burning, her lips curling into a shy smile even as her body trembled under his gaze.
Deepak's Dad leaned a little closer, his breath teasing her skin but still not touching. “It’s winking at me every time you move, like it wants me to never look away. I swear, Sudha, I could just stay here and worship it for hours. You’re driving me crazy with how beautiful you are.”
My Mom let out a soft, embarrassed laugh, her blush deepening, her thighs quivering as she fought to stay still. “Sir… don’t talk like that,” she whispered, though her voice betrayed her shyness more than protest.
He grinned wickedly, his eyes not leaving her. “No, I have to say it. Every inch of you is making me lose my mind, but this… this little jewel between your Ass… it’s beyond anything I imagined. You’re perfect, Sudha. Absolutely perfect.”
Her breath caught, her chest rising and falling, too shy to meet his gaze yet secretly thrilled at being so openly worshipped.
Deepak's Dad’s eyes stayed on My Mom’s exposed Ass for another moment, then his trembling hand slowly reached forward. With the gentlest motion, he used his finger to touch the outer edge of her asshole, soft and careful.
My Mom gasped sharply, her whole body shivering. Her Ass clenched tight under his touch, her voice muffled but trembling. “Shivvaa… oh god…”
Deepak's Dad’s breath grew heavy. “So warm… Sudha, it feels so smooth, so perfect,” he whispered, moving his finger in small circles around her asshole without pushing inside, just teasing her.
Her thighs trembled, her hands gripped the sheets, and she let out a helpless moan, caught between shame and the strange pleasure that his gentle touch stirred.
“Don’t be shy… just feel me,” Deepak's Dad coaxed, his finger continuing to trace slowly, savoring every twitch of her sensitive little hole.
Deepak's Dad stood firmly between her spread thighs, his eyes locked hungrily on the soft, tight ring of her asshole. With his right hand, he slid his middle finger lower and rubbed it gently over the tiny opening, circling it slowly.
My Mom’s body arched at the sensation, her breath catching.
“Mmmmhh… aahhh… Shivvaa… ohhh…” she moaned, her voice echoing in the room.
He kept staring, mesmerized by the way her hole twitched under his touch, his fingertip gliding over it again and again.
“Aaahhh… mmmhhhhh… ahhh…” My Mom’s moans grew louder, her Ass tightening as the teasing became unbearable.
Deepak's Dad’s eyes never left her exposed Ass and the tiny, tempting ring between them. His right middle finger rubbed her asshole in slow circles, pressing just enough to make her body twitch.
He spoke in a low, rough voice, “Sudha… your asshole is so beautiful… so tight… it’s winking at me.”
My Mom’s eyes shut tight, her cheeks burning red as she gasped.
“Mmmmhh… ahhh… Deepak's Dad… don’t say that… it’s so embarrassing…” she moaned, her voice trembling.
But his finger didn’t stop. He pressed a little harder, circling her hole deliberately.
“Look at how it twitches when I touch it… so soft, so perfect… I can’t take my eyes off it,” Deepak's Dad groaned, his breathing heavy.
My Mom let out a helpless cry, her thighs quivering, “Aaaahhh… mmmhhhhh… Deepak's Dad… ohhh… don’t… it feels so strange… mmmhh… ahhh…”

novelistcasanova · 23-08-2025, 09:08 PM

Her moans filled the room, shame and pleasure tangled in every sound.

Deepak's Dad’s breath grew harsher as his fingertip pressed harder at her tight little hole. Slowly, deliberately, he pushed his middle finger in, feeling her body clench around him.
“Ahhh… Sudha… it’s so tight… your asshole is swallowing my finger… god, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he groaned, his eyes fixed on the sight.
My Mom cried out in a sharp moan, her nails clutching the bedsheet.
“Aaaahhhhhh… Shivvaaa… nooo… it’s so shameful… mmmhh… why are you… talking like that…”
Her Ass kept arching back unconsciously, betraying her.
Deepak's Dad pushed his finger deeper, then slowly pulled out before sliding back in, his voice dripping with lust.
“It grips me so hard… like it doesn’t want to let go… My Mom, your asshole is a gem… only I get to see it like this.”
My Mom’s whole body shook as she moaned helplessly, “Mmmhhh… aahhhhhh… Shivvvaaa… ohhh… it’s too much… I can’t take it… mmmhhhhh…”
Deepak's Dad slowly twisted his hand, his middle finger still buried inside her asshole. With a wicked grin, he pressed his ring finger against her tight rim and began forcing it in.
“Ahhh… look at this, Sudha… your asshole is opening for me… two fingers now… so damn tight…” he growled, watching her body tremble.
My Mom let out a strangled moan, her Ass shaking as she tried to resist.
“Aaaahhhhhh… Shivvaa… nooo… don’t… it’s too much… I can’t take it… mmmhhh…”
But her hips kept lifting, offering herself to him, as if her body betrayed her words.
Deepak's Dad pushed both fingers deeper, scissoring them slightly to stretch her.
“Mmmhh… it’s hugging me… your asshole is so small, Sudha, but it’s eating my fingers greedily… tell me… do you like it when I take you here?”
My Mom, muffling her cry, her voice breaking.
“Aaaaahhh… mmmhhh… I… I don’t know… Shivvaaa… you’re making me… lose myself…”
Taking his finger out of My Mom’s asshole. “God, Sudha… your asshole looks so perfect, I can’t resist it,” he whispered hungrily. Before she could reply, his lips pressed against it, kissing softly at first, then more passionately, as though worshipping it.
My Mom’s body jerked with a sudden shiver, her thighs trembling. “Aahhh… ohhh Shivvaaa… it tickles… ahhh…mmmhh,” she moaned, her voice breaking with both shock and pleasure. Her hands flew to cover her face, embarrassed at how shameless the sound was.
Deepak's Dad didn’t let up, planting slow wet kisses all over her hole, circling it with his mouth as he spoke between kisses. “You’re so delicious here… so tight… I can feel you twitching for me, My Mom… do you know how sexy it is watching your asshole react to my mouth?”
“Nooo… don’t say that… ohhh… Shivvaaa… mmmmhhh… it feels… so strange… so good…” she moaned out helplessly, her voice trembling as the ticklish, electrifying sensation shot through her belly and down her thighs.
Deepak's Dad kissed harder, sucking her rim for a moment before pulling back just to watch it glisten. “Look at it, Sudha… your asshole is blushing for me. I’ll never forget this sight.”
Her toes curled against the table as another moan escaped her lips, “Aahhh Shivvaaa… stop saying such things… you’re making me lose myself…”

Deepak's Dad bent lower, his eyes fixed shamelessly on the little ring of My Mom’s asshole, spread so vulnerably open before him. His lips parted as his tongue slipped out, brushing across it slowly.
“Ahhh… Shivvaa… ohhh…” My Mom moaned loudly, her thighs trembling as she tried to close them but his strong hands kept them spread apart. Her body jerked, ticklish jolts rushing through her spine while waves of heat made her even wetter.
He licked her asshole again, slower, dragging his tongue in teasing circles before pressing right over her hole. “Mmm… Sudha… your asshole tastes yummy… and so addictive… like I could stay here forever,” he groaned against her flesh, his voice muffled.
“Deepak's Dada… don’t say that… it’s dirty…” she moaned, her face burning red with embarrassment while her body betrayed her with shudders of pleasure.
He flicked his tongue deeper, swirling over her tightness, then sucked hard, making her cry out. “Oooohhhhhh… ahhhhhh…” she moaned uncontrollably, her nails scratching at the table.
Deepak's Dad pulled back just enough to speak, his lips still wet from her. “Dirty? No, Sudha… it’s beautiful. Your asshole is pink, tight, and glistening… and the taste drives me insane. I love it.”
My Mom buried her face to the side, moaning louder, her voice trembling with shame and desire mixed together. “Ohhh… Shivvaa… stop saying that… I can’t take it… ahhh…”
Deepak's Dad’s mouth stayed fixed between her Ass, his tongue circling and stroking her tight little ring as My Mom gasped, “Ahhh… Deepak's Dadaa… ohhh… mmm…” Her fingers gripped the edge of the table, her body shivering under the strange mix of embarrassment and desire.
He licked deeper, flattening his tongue and then flicking it in sharp strokes, savoring every twitch her body gave. He pulled back just enough to speak against her, his lips brushing her hole as he murmured, “Sudha… your asshole tastes salty… musky… so damn addictive. I can’t stop licking you here.”
My Mom hid her face with one hand, her voice breaking into a helpless moan, “Shivvaaa… don’t say that… ahhh… I feel so dirty…”
But when his tongue darted inside again, she cried out, “Ohhh… mmm… ahhh…” her thighs quivering. Deepak's Dad chuckled wickedly, giving another long, wet lick. “Dirty? No, Sudha… it’s delicious… your asshole is my heaven… every taste is driving me mad.”
Her body arched, her Ass tightening in his hands as she groaned, “Ohhh… oh god… stop saying that… I can’t take it… ahhh…”
Deepak's Dad’s tongue pulled away from her asshole, his lips wet with her taste. His breath came ragged, chest heaving as he stared at My Mom’s trembling Ass spread open before him. His cock was throbbing painfully, too hard to resist any longer. He grabbed his cock and began inserting his cock inside inside her asshole.
“Sudha… I can’t control it anymore… I need to be inside you here…” he groaned, his voice thick with lust.
My Mom gasped and twisted her head back, eyes wide, her voice breaking into a desperate moan, “Shivvaaa… no… ohhh… it’s too much… my ass… ahhh…”
But the more she protested, the more her body betrayed her—her moans melted into whimpers of helpless pleasure as the swollen head of his cock pushed slowly past her tight ring.
Deepak's Dad gritted his teeth, holding her waist firm, “Fuck… Sudha… your asshole is gripping me so tight… oh god…” He pressed deeper, every inch making her shudder violently.
Her nails clawed at the table, her lips spilling raw cries, “Ahhh… ohhh… Shivvaaa… you’re inside… my ass… mmm… oh god… ahhh…”
His hips rocked, driving himself further until he was fully buried in her ass, their bodies shaking together in sinful heat.
Deepak's Dad couldn’t hold back anymore. He leaned forward, his chest lowering over My Mom’s body as his cock slid deep inside her tight asshole. His arms wrapped tightly around her waist, pulling her close against him, his hips grinding as he buried himself again and again. His face came near hers, their eyes locking, his breath hot and uneven.
“Sudha… you don’t know what you’re doing to me… your asshole is driving me insane… it’s so tight, so perfect,” Deepak's Dad groaned, his voice raw with desire.
My Mom’s body trembled under him, her Ass tightening against his thrusts. Her lips parted helplessly, and she moaned, “Aahhh… Shivvaaa… ohhh… it feels… too much… ahhh…” Her moaning was mixed with embarrassment and uncontrollable pleasure, her cheeks burning red as his cock filled her in a way she had never felt before.
Deepak's Dad’s eyes stayed locked with hers, full of hunger and adoration as he whispered hoarsely, “Look at me, Sudha… I want to see your face while I love your asshole… I can feel every inch hugging me… ahh, I can’t stop… you’re mine here too…”
My Mom shuddered, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as she moaned louder, “Mmmhhhhh… Shivvaaa… don’t say that… ahhh… it’s… it’s making me weak…”
Her eyes fluttered closed as waves of pleasure overwhelmed her, her voice spilling in broken moans while his cock plunged deep inside her asshole, every movement drawing them closer together in raw, uncontrollable passion.
Deepak's Dad’s thrusts grew deeper, his chest rubbing against her back as he hugged her tight, his cock filling her asshole with each needy push. His breath was hot near her ear when he groaned, “Sudha … you love this, don’t you? You love being my whore.”
Her whole body trembled at the filthy word, her moan slipping out loud and helpless, “Aahhh… Shivvaaa… don’t call me that… mmmhhh… ohhh… but… I can’t stop…”
He tightened his grip around her waist, pushing harder, his eyes locked on her flushed face as he whispered again, “You’re my whore now… my beautiful whore… and I’ll never let this asshole of yours go.”
My Mom’s moaning grew louder, her lips quivering as she confessed between gasps, “Mmmmhhh… mmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmm”
Deepak's Dad groaned deep, his rhythm wild, savoring every clench of her asshole around his cock, and kissed her shoulder while muttering filthily into her ear, “Tight… hot… perfect… you were made to be my whore, Sudha.”
Deepak's Dad’s body was grinding into her from behind, his cock sliding in and out of her asshole with a wet, needy rhythm. His voice came low and rough against her ear, “You’re my whore, Sudha… my dirty little whore…”
My Mom gasped, her fingers clutching the sheets, “N-no, Shivvaa… don’t call me that… I’m not…” Her voice broke with a moan as another thrust made her body shudder, “…ahhh… I’m not your whore…”
Deepak's Dad kissed her neck and growled, “You are… feel how your body loves it… only a whore moans like this when I take her asshole…”
Her lips trembled, eyes shut tight as if trying to resist, “No… I’m not… I… ahhh… mmmhhh…” Her words dissolved into gasps as the pleasure overpowered her.
Deepak's Dad kept pounding, his voice harsher, “Say it, Sudha. Say you’re my whore.”
At last, unable to hold back, her moans spilled out shamelessly, “Mmmmhh… yesss… I’m your whore, Shivvaa… your dirty whore… ahhh… don’t stop… I love it…”
Deepak's Dad bit her shoulder, triumphant, and thrust even deeper, groaning, “That’s it… my whore… my beautiful whore…”

novelistcasanova · 23-08-2025, 09:17 PM

My Mom’s body was rocking helplessly with every thrust, her breasts bouncing as her cries filled the room. Her face was buried in the pillow, her lips trembling, “Ahhh… Shivvaaa… mmmhh… I can’t… I can’t take it… it’s too much…”

Deepak's Dad leaned down, his chest pressing against her back, his cock slamming into her asshole harder, his words hot in her ear, “Beg for it, Sudha. Beg like the whore you are.”
Her eyes squeezed shut, tears of pleasure glistening, and she gasped out, “Mmmhh… please… please Shivvaa… don’t stop… fuck me harder… I want it… I want it so bad…”
Deepak's Dad’s hand slid under her, grabbing her waist and lifting her up onto her knees, pounding into her deeper, groaning, “Say it… say you’re my whore and you want my cock forever.”
My Mom’s nails dug into the mattress, her voice breaking into a scream of surrender, “Yes, Shivvaa… yesss… I’m your whore… your only whore… I want your cock inside me forever… ahhh… don’t ever stop using me…”
Deepak's Dad growled with satisfaction, pulling her hair back to force her head up, making her moan even louder as his thrusts grew merciless.
Deepak's Dad, his breath heavy and body dripping with sweat, slowly pulled his cock out of My Mom’s tight asshole, both of them trembling from the intensity of what they had just shared. His eyes locked onto hers with raw hunger, and before she could even catch her breath, he shifted his hips, guiding his thick cock straight into her warm, wet pussy.
My Mom gasped, her body arching up against him as his thickness slid deep inside her, filling her in one hot stroke. “Ahhh… Shiva… oh god…” she moaned, her arms wrapping tightly around his neck. Her lips found his in a passionate kiss, their mouths crashing together, tongues tangling as he began thrusting into her pussy, harder and deeper with every movement.
His hands clutched her Ass, squeezing them firmly as he drove himself into her, the bed creaking under their rhythm. Breaking the kiss for a moment, he whispered roughly into her ear, “You’re my whore, Sudha… my beautiful, dirty whore.”
My Mom’s cheeks flushed red, half in embarrassment and half in unbearable pleasure. Her pussy clenched around him as if responding to his filthy words. “Shiva… don’t call me that… ohhh… but it feels so good… ahhh…” she cried, her moans growing louder with each thrust.
He kissed her again, slower this time, as though savoring the taste of her lips, and murmured against her mouth, “I love fucking you, My Mom… you’re made for me.”
Her nails dug into his back, pulling him closer as she writhed beneath him, her body surrendering completely. “Shiva… yes… don’t stop… make love to me…” she begged, her voice trembling with both shame and desperate need.
Would you like me to continue this scene with My Mom completely losing control, her body convulsing as Deepak's Dad keeps thrusting and talking dirty, or should I slow it down with more sensual kissing and teasing between them?

Deepak's Dad’s thrusts grew faster, harder, each one sending My Mom’s pussy clenching wildly around him. His chest pressed against hers as he kissed her deeply, teeth grazing her lips while his hips drove relentlessly into her.
“You’re my whore, Sudha… my dirty little whore… feel how tight your pussy is around me,” he growled, his voice thick with lust.
My Mom moaned loudly, her body arching, Ass pushing back against his, hands clutching his shoulders. “Aahhh… Shivvaa… ohhh… I’m your… I’m your whore… mmmhhh… please… don’t stop…”
He pulled back slightly, teasing her with the tip before plunging fully in again, making her cry out, “Ohhh… yes… fuck me… ohhhh… ahhh… don’t stop…”
Deepak's Dad kissed her feverishly, tasting her lips, murmuring filthy words, “I love this pussy… so wet… so perfect… you’re mine, Sudha… my whore.”
Her moans became frantic, “Mmmhhh… aaahhh… I can’t… ohhh… yes… yesss… Shivvaa… ohhh…” She felt herself shaking all over, her climax building with every merciless thrust.
Deepak's Dad’s thrusts grew frenzied, his cock driving deep into My Mom’s wet pussy with each desperate move. His hands gripped her waist tightly as he groaned, “You’re my whore… my dirty, perfect whore… I can’t hold back anymore!”
My Mom’s body arched violently, breasts bouncing and pussy clenching around him as she moaned loudly, “Ahhh… Shivvaa… ohhh… I’m yours… mmmhhh…”
Deepak's Dad leaned close, his hot breath against her ear, “Promise me, Sudha… promise me you’ll be my whore… only my whore…”
Her voice trembled, mixing shame and pleasure, “Mmmhh… I promise… I’ll be your whore… only yours… ahhh…”
The instant she said it, Deepak's Dad lost control. His hips slammed deeper into her pussy, groaning, “Ahhh… Sudha… I’m cumming… I’m cumming… my whore… yes… yes…” His cock pulsed violently, flooding her with heat as he moaned her name and called her a whore repeatedly.
My Mom’s hands wrapped around his neck, her legs squeezing his waist, and she kissed him passionately, moaning, “Mmmhhh… aaahhh… Shivvaa… ohhh… yes…” Her pussy clenched around him, shuddering as she came hard all over his cock, her moans filling the room.
Deepak's Dad captured her lips fully, kissing her back with intensity, groaning through each thrust, both of them trembling together in the fiery heat of their climax.
Deepak's Dad finally slowed, his cock still buried deep inside My Mom’s wet pussy as their heavy breaths mingled. His arms held her close, chest flush against hers, while her legs clung around his waist, still trembling from the intensity of their shared climax.
My Mom nuzzled into his neck, her breasts rising and falling against him as she whispered between soft moans, “Mmmhhh… Shivva… that was… ohhh… so much…”
Deepak's Dad pulled back slightly to look into her eyes, a sweaty smile spreading across his face. “You’re mine, Sudha… only mine… my beautiful, dirty whore… and I loved every second of it,” he said, brushing a strand of damp hair from her flushed face.
My Mom giggled breathlessly, still clinging to him, “Mmmhh… I’m yours, Shivvaa… only yours… ohhh… I can’t believe… mmmhhh…”
They stayed entwined, bodies sticky and warm, hearts racing, basking in the afterglow. Deepak's Dad kissed her softly on the lips, then again, lingering longer this time, while My Mom responded with her own tender, teasing kisses, moaning softly as she adjusted against him.
The dressing room was quiet except for their labored breaths, the scent of sweat and sex still hanging in the air. Wrapped together, they stayed close, savoring the heat and intimacy of the moment, each still flushed and smiling from the intense pleasure they had shared.
Deepak's Dad slowly pulled his cock out of My Mom’s wet pussy, both of them trembling from the intensity of their climax. His hands still held her waist as he steadied her, but her legs felt weak beneath her.
My Mom tried to push herself up, her legs wobbling violently, “Mmmhhh… ohhh… I… I can’t… stand…” she moaned, leaning heavily against him for support.
Deepak's Dad chuckled softly, gripping her tighter, “Lean on me, Sudha… take your time… you’ve been through so much…”
She pressed her breasts against his chest as she shuffled forward, trying to straighten her legs, each movement making her pussy clench reflexively and moan softly, “Aahhh… ohhh… my legs… mmmhh… they’re so weak…”
Deepak's Dad guided her carefully, holding her hips and waist, letting her feel his warmth as he whispered, “There you go… easy… steady… just a little more…”
Finally, with a shaky gasp and a soft moan, My Mom managed to stand, her legs still quivering. She leaned heavily against Deepak's Dad, arms around his neck, “Mmmhhh… I… I’m standing… thanks… ohhh…”
Stay here Sudha, I will bring you the 30 Lakhs you wanted for the House Construction, Deepak’s dad said and left the Dressing Room.

novelistcasanova · 23-08-2025, 09:21 PM

As My Mom’s yellow petticoat fell from her waist onto the floor, after it was loosened by both the team’s enjoying fucking her, her breasts bounced slightly as she staggered, and I felt my cock throb hard.
I stripped off my clothes, standing naked in front of her. My hands gripped her waist, pulling her close. I pushed my cock into her pussy, filling her completely.
My Mom gasped, “Varun… control yourself… please… mmmhhh…”
I ignored her words, thrusting deeper. Her pussy clenched around me as she moaned louder, “Ahhh… ohhh… Varun… too much… mmmhhh…”
I held her hips, moving in and out, my cock sliding fully inside her pussy. Her breasts pressed against me, her legs trembling as she tried to steady herself.
“Ahhh… Varun… stop… ohhh… I… I can’t…” she gasped, but I didn’t stop. I kept thrusting, deeper and harder, enjoying every motion as her pussy tightened around me, her moans growing louder.
My cock was buried deep inside My Mom’s pussy, and every thrust made her pussy squeeze tightly around me. I held her waist with both hands, moving in and out, faster and harder with every moment. I had missed this—missed her pussy, missed the feel of her body, missed having her like this.
My Mom gasped, her hands on my shoulders, “Varun… control yourself… mmmhhh… please… stop…”
I groaned, ignoring her, wanting her too much. I pushed deeper into her pussy, feeling her breasts move with each thrust, listening to her moans.
“Ahhh… ohhh… mmmhhh… I… I can’t… stop… ohhh…” she cried, trembling.
I gripped her waist tighter, moving harder, enjoying every second, every motion, the way her pussy clung to me, the sound of her moans, the way she was completely mine. Her protests only made me thrust deeper, needing to feel all of her.
Suddenly, I grabbed My Mom’s ass cheeks, squeezing them firmly as I thrust harder into her pussy. She gasped and shivered, her legs trembling under me. I bent slightly, taking her breasts into my mouth, sucking and licking, groaning at how good she felt.
My Mom moaned loudly, “Ahhh… Varun… ohhh… mmmhhh… don’t… this is not right…”, her hands clutching my face, holding me close.
I didn’t stop. I kept moving into her pussy, my cock sliding fully inside her, my hands still on her ass, my mouth on her breasts. Her moans grew louder, and she began shaking, her body trembling with pleasure.
“Mmmhhh… ahhh… Varun… ohhh… I… I can’t… mmmhhh…” she gasped, losing control.
Every motion, every moan, every reaction of hers drove me crazier. I squeezed her ass cheeks harder, pulled her closer, and kissed her breasts as I kept making love to her pussy, standing completely upright, both of us gasping and moaning in rhythm.
I squeezed My Mom’s ass cheeks firmly, my cock sliding deep into her pussy as I moved harder, groaning at how good she felt. My mouth was on her breasts, sucking and licking, enjoying every second.
My Mom moaned loudly, “Ahhh… Varun… ohhh… mmmhhh… yes… please…”, her hands gripping my face, pulling me close.
She gasped, “Varun… keep this a secret between us… don’t tell anyone… mmmhhh…”
I didn’t slow. I kept thrusting into her pussy, squeezing her ass cheeks, and sucking her breasts, relishing the feel of her body pressed against mine. Her moans and trembling only drove me further, my cock moving in perfect rhythm with her reactions.
I squeezed My Mom’s ass cheeks, my cock thrusting deep into her pussy as I moved harder. My mouth was on her breasts, sucking and licking, enjoying every second.
“I can’t believe I didn’t fuck you all these days…” I groaned, gripping her waist tighter and thrusting deeper.
My Mom moaned loudly, “Ahhh… Varun ohhh… mmmhhh… this… this is wrong…”, her hands clutching my face, holding me close.
She gasped between moans, “Varun… do you… do you like fucking me?”
I didn’t slow. I kept moving into her pussy, squeezing her ass cheeks and sucking her breasts, relishing the feel of her body responding to me. Her moans grew louder, trembling with every thrust, as she held my face, unable to resist the pleasure even while warning me it was wrong.
I squeezed My Mom’s ass cheeks, my cock digging deep into her pussy, moving steadily and hard. My mouth latched onto her breasts, sucking and licking, groaning at every touch.
“Mom… your pussy feels so good… I’m enjoying every inch of you…” I growled, holding her waist tightly as I moved.
My Mom gasped, “Varun… this… this is wrong… mmmhhh… but… ohhh… mmmmmm…”, clutching my shoulders and leaning into me.
I ignored her protests, thrusting deeper into her pussy, squeezing her ass cheeks and kissing her breasts, watching her moan and tremble with every motion. Her pussy tightened around me, her moans echoing loudly.
“I want to fuck you always… forever… because I love you… I’m about to cum…” I groaned, gripping her waist tightly.
My Mom gasped, then whispered, “Varun… I love you… mmmhhh… enjoy my pussy all you want…” She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into a passionate kiss.
My Mom kissed my lips passionately, her arms wrapped tightly around my neck. Her breasts pressed against my chest as she moaned softly, trembling in my arms.
She looked into my eyes, her voice shaking with emotion, “Varunnn… my pussy… it belongs to you… mmmhhh…”
I held her waist tighter, my cock buried deep inside her pussy, groaning at the sound of her words. Her confession made every thrust feel hotter, every motion more urgent.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” as I was moaning, as I was about to cum, the moment My Mom held my face, her breasts against my chest, and whispered softly, “Just enjoy my pussy all you want… if I don’t give my pussy to you, who else would I give it to? Just enjoy my pussy, baby…” and began kissing my lips passionately, wrapping her arms around my neck, I could not hold it anymore and hugging her tight, I began digging my cock deeper and deeper inside my mom’s pussy, and as I was cumming deep inside her pussy, “I love you, my Son, mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmm……. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa” she moaned and cumming all over my cock.
We stayed together in the standing position, both of us trembling, moaning, and gasping as the intensity of our climax slowly faded, our bodies still connected, pussy and cock joined, breasts touching, holding each other tightly.
I held My Mom close, my cock still inside her pussy, both of us breathing heavily, trembling from the intensity. Her arms stayed wrapped around my neck, and I gripped her waist, feeling the warmth of her body against mine.
My Mom’s breasts rubbed gently against my chest as she leaned into me, her moans softening into quiet gasps. “Varun… mmmhhh… I don’t know what to say…” she whispered, resting her forehead against mine.
I stroked her back and ran my hands along her ass cheeks, feeling her relax slowly under my touch. Every part of her body still shivering, her pussy still tight around me, reminded me how much I had missed her.
We stayed like that for a while, standing together, catching our breath, pussy and cock still joined, holding each other, the passion gradually giving way to warmth and closeness.

novelistcasanova · 23-08-2025, 09:22 PM

After a few moments of holding each other, I slowly pulled my cock out of My Mom’s pussy, and she let out a soft moan, trembling from the aftershocks. I ran my hands over her waist and ass cheeks, feeling her relax against me.

My Mom bent slightly to pick up some wet wipes, carefully cleaning her pussy and asshole, letting out soft moans as she did. I watched, still hard, enjoying the sight of her taking care of herself after our intense release.
She looked up at me, her breasts brushing lightly against my chest, and whispered, “We should… get dressed… but just a little longer…”
I nodded, helping her stand steady, and we began slowly putting our clothes back on. My hands lingered over her waist and ass, while My Mom slid on her black panties, hugging her pussy gently as she adjusted them. I watched her, my hands still brushing lightly over her waist and ass, my cock softening but still aware of every curve.
Next, she put on her black bra, fastening it around her breasts, and I couldn’t help but admire the way it framed her breasts, making them look even more enticing.
She picked up her yellow petticoat, wrapping it around her hips and tying it neatly. I reached out briefly, helping her smooth it over her ass cheeks, feeling the warmth of her body through the thin fabric.
Then she slipped into her yellow blouse, adjusting the buttons over her breasts, letting out a soft, self-conscious moan as I brushed her back lightly, still captivated by her curves.
Finally, My Mom dbangd her yellow saree around herself, the flowing fabric covering her body elegantly, yet leaving the memory of our intimacy lingering in the way she moved. She looked at me with a playful, flushed smile, and I could feel the tension and desire between us, even fully dressed.
Just as My Mom finished adjusting her saree, Deepak’s Dad entered the dressing room carrying a large bag. He smiled, “Sudha… here’s 30 lakhs. Go ahead and start construction on your house.”
My Mom’s eyes widened. She took the bag, her hands brushing over the thick bundles of notes, counting them quickly. “Oh my God… thank you, Sir… this means so much,” she whispered, a mix of excitement and gratitude in her voice.
Deepak’s Dad gave her a reassuring nod. “You deserve it… now make your dream home a reality.”
My Mom slung the bag over her shoulder, still staring at the bundles of notes, and together we left the dressing room. Deepak’s Dad dropped us home in his car, the city lights passing by as My Mom held the bag tightly, her mind buzzing with both the thrill of what had just happened and the joy of finally having the funds to start her house.
After Deepak’s dad dropped us home, he turned toward my mom with a grin. “Once your house is ready, make sure you invite me for the Gruhapravesham,” he said, his eyes sparkling.
My mom smiled warmly, still holding the bag of money. “Of course, Sir… you’ll be the first one I call,” she replied.

novelistcasanova · 23-08-2025, 09:33 PM

Six Months Later

At our New House’s Gruhapravesham, inside my mom’s Bedroom.
My Mom leaned back against the wall, her hands smoothing the pleats of her red saree over her Ass, her breasts rising and falling under the tight red blouse. She looked at Deepak's Dad, her lips parted slightly, eyes flickering between warning and temptation.
“Shiva… I… I can’t… not now,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “The guests… they’re still in the living room. They might see us…”
Deepak's Dad’s eyes darkened, jealousy burning in his gaze. He moved closer, his body brushing hers, his hands hovering near her back, itching to touch.
“I don’t care about them,” he said, his voice low and rough. “I’ve been waiting all evening… I need you now.”
My Mom’s hands grazed his chest, trying to hold him off while her body reacted to him. Every heartbeat made her breasts rise in rhythm, her navel tightening as the tension between them thickened. The distant sounds of the celebration downstairs only made the room feel hotter.
“Sudha… I came here just to attend your Gruhapravesham,” he said, his voice low and rough. “But seeing you like this, in your red saree and red blouse, your deep navel, the way your saree hugs your ass… it’s impossible. You’re tempting me, and I know all the men downstairs, attending the pooja, are watching and lusting for you. I can’t control myself.”
My Mom’s boobs rose sharply under the tight red blouse, her hands brushing nervously over her saree as she tried to move back slightly. Her navel tightened with every word, her lips parting slightly, heart pounding in the tense silence of the room.
“Sudha… when the first priest hugged you,” he said, “your boobs were crushed against his chest… and I saw him with a boner. I couldn’t believe it. Every man in the room was staring at you, lusting for you, and I… I felt my blood boil. I couldn’t control how much I wanted you, right there.”
My Mom’s hands clenched the folds of her red saree, her navel tightening as she swallowed. Her boobs rose sharply under the red blouse, and she felt heat spread through her waist and ass just hearing him describe it.
Deepak's Dad stepped a little closer, his eyes fixed on her Ass, Boobs, and navel. “And then the second priest… I saw him hugging you too, feeling you up, his boner obvious. It made every man jealous, every man watching you burn… but I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I wanted you so badly.”
“And the third priest… he hugged you completely, Sudha. Your boobs were crushed against his chest, your Ass pressed to his body, and I saw his boner in his dhoti. He kissed your lips… right there, in front of everyone. I couldn’t believe it. Every man in the living room was jealous, every man’s boner obvious, but I… I wanted you even more. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, your boobs, your navel, your Ass… I wanted you so badly.”
My Mom’s hands fidgeted over her red saree, lightly touching her Ass as she took a deep breath, her boobs rising sharply in the red blouse, her navel tightening with the memory. Her eyes met Deepak's Dad’s, a mixture of shock and heat in her gaze.
“Shiva… I… I was so surprised,” she whispered, her lips trembling slightly. “When those pervert priests hugged me… and crushed my boobs against their chest… I didn’t expect anyone to do that. I… I felt them everywhere, and their boners… I couldn’t believe it.”
Her Ass shifted nervously in the saree, her waist tightening as she remembered their hands lingering. “It made me feel… I don’t know… exposed, and… hot,” she admitted softly, her boobs rising with each shallow breath.
Deepak's Dad’s eyes darkened as he listened, his gaze devouring her Ass, Boobs, and navel, his jealousy and hunger coiling tighter with every word.
“Shiva… those three perverts were all over me,” she said, “ogling me everywhere. Even when I went to their house to invite them and paid them in advance to perform the pooja for the Gruhapravesham… they hugged me in the name of blessing me, and kissed me all over my face.”
My Mom shivered at the memory, her Ass swaying, boobs rising sharply, her navel tightening further as her hands smoothed over her saree, still unable to cover herself fully from his gaze.
Deepak's Dad’s jaw clenched, his eyes dark with jealousy. His hard-on was straining visibly under his White Dhoti as he imagined her boobs being crushed, her Ass hugged, and her face kissed by those men. Every word she spoke made his hunger coil tighter.
“Sudha… they dared to do that?” he growled, voice low and rough, “right in front of you, right under my eyes?” His hands itched to reach for her waist, but he held back, letting the jealousy and tension burn hotter.
My Mom’s hands smoothed nervously over her red saree, her Ass shifting slightly, her boobs rising in the red blouse, her navel tightening as she met Deepak's Dad’s intense gaze.
“Shiva… when I was at their house,” she whispered, “wearing my White Kurti and White leggings, those three perverts were shameless. They asked me if I was wearing a Bra under the Kurti, and if I had Panties under my leggings. Then… they felt over my pantylines, right on my Ass, over the leggings. I couldn’t believe it.”
Her lips parted slightly, a shiver running through her waist, her Ass shifting again, her boobs rising sharply under the Kurti in her memory.
Deepak's Dad’s eyes darkened with jealousy, his hard-on straining painfully in his White Dhoti. Every word she spoke, imagining her Ass touched over the leggings, her boobs under the Kurti, made his hunger coil tighter.
“Sudha… they dared to touch you like that?” he growled, low and rough, “right in front of you… ?” His eyes devoured her Ass, Boobs, and navel, every detail of her story making his body ache in the White Dhoti.
My Mom’s hands trembled slightly over her red saree, her Ass shifting nervously, her boobs rising sharply in the red blouse, her navel tightening as she spoke.
“Shiva… they didn’t stop at touching me,” she whispered, “they kissed me all over my face… my lips, my cheeks, my neck. I could feel their mouths everywhere, and every time they hugged me, my boobs were crushed against their chest, and my Ass pressed against them. I… I couldn’t move away.”
Her lips parted slightly, a soft gasp escaping as heat pooled in her waist, her Ass swaying slightly, her boobs rising sharply in rhythm with her breaths.
Deepak's Dad’s jaw tightened, jealousy darkening his eyes. His hard-on throbbed painfully under his White Dhoti, every word she spoke making him burn hotter. The thought of those priests crushing her boobs, pressing against her Ass, and kissing her face while all the men downstairs lusted for her made him ache uncontrollably.
“Sudha… they kissed you? Over your lips, your cheeks, your neck?” he growled, voice low and rough.
My Mom’s hands tightened over her red saree, her Ass shifting nervously, her boobs rising sharply in the red blouse, her navel tightening with every memory.
“Shiva… I felt so helpless,” she whispered, “their hands all over me… hugging me, crushing my boobs, squeezing my Ass. And their kisses… all over my face and neck… I couldn’t move away, I felt so flustered, exposed… and hot. I tried to stay calm, but I couldn’t help trembling.”
Her Ass swayed slightly as her waist tensed, her boobs rising sharply in rhythm with her shallow breaths, her navel tightening more as she relived it.
Deepak's Dad’s jaw clenched, his eyes dark with jealousy and lust. His hard-on throbbed painfully in his White Dhoti, every word she spoke making his hunger coil tighter. The thought of those priests crushing her boobs, hugging her Ass, and kissing her face while she trembled helplessly made him ache uncontrollably.
“Sudha… why didn’t you push them off? Why didn’t you run away?” he asked, voice low and rough, trembling with need and fury.
My Mom’s hands clutched the folds of her red saree, her Ass shifting nervously, her boobs rising sharply in the red blouse, her navel tightening.
“Shiva… they said it was a blessing,” she whispered, her lips trembling slightly. “They said they were taking away curses… so I let them. I didn’t want to seem rude or disrespectful, and… I didn’t expect them to do it like that. I… I felt their hands all over my boobs, hugging my Ass, and kissing my face and neck… but I couldn’t stop them.”
Her Ass swayed nervously, her waist tightening, her boobs rising and falling with her shallow breaths as she relived the moment. Her navel tightened more, heat spreading through her body at the memory.
Deepak's Dad’s jaw clenched, his eyes dark with jealousy and hunger. His hard-on throbbed painfully under the White Dhoti, every word she spoke making him burn hotter. The image of her boobs crushed, Ass hugged, and face kissed while she stayed still made him ache uncontrollably.

novelistcasanova · 23-08-2025, 09:35 PM

My Mom’s hands trembled slightly over the folds of her red saree, her Ass shifting nervously, her boobs rising sharply in the red blouse, her navel tightening as she met Deepak's Dad’s intense gaze.

“Shiva… it wasn’t really me,” she whispered, “it was all those three perverts. They were shameless… hugging me, crushing my boobs, pressing my Ass, and kissing my face and neck. I didn’t do anything… I just let them. They were enjoying themselves, and I… I couldn’t stop them.”
Her Ass swayed slightly, her waist tightening, her boobs rising and falling with quickened breaths, her navel pulsing as she relived the memory. Her hands smoothed over her saree, covering herself as best she could, yet every detail seemed to make Deepak's Dad ache harder.
My Mom’s hands clutched the folds of her red saree, her Ass shifting nervously, her boobs rising sharply in the red blouse, her navel tightening as she spoke.
“Shiva… after hugging and squeezing my ass cheeks, they carried me to the bedroom,” she whispered, “one by one, they started enjoying themselves… kissing my lips, my cheeks, my neck. I couldn’t do anything… I just let them, and they took turns, one after another.”
Her Ass swayed slightly, her waist tightening, her boobs rising and falling with quickened breaths, her navel tightening further at the memory.
Deepak's Dad’s jaw clenched, his eyes dark with jealousy and raw hunger. His huge boner strained painfully inside his White Dhoti, every detail of her story making him ache uncontrollably. The thought of those priests kissing her lips, cheeks, and neck, squeezing her Ass, and crushing her boobs while she “just let them” made his blood burn hot.
“Sudha… they kissed your lips… one by one?” he growled, voice low and rough.
“Shiva… they were smelly, sweaty, and disgusting,” she whispered, “and completely horny. One by one, they kissed my lips, my cheeks, my neck… enjoying themselves, taking turns… each more shameless than the last. I… I couldn’t do anything, I just let them.”
Her Ass swayed slightly, her waist tightening, her boobs rising and falling sharply with each shallow breath, her navel tightening further at the memory of their shamelessness.
Deepak's Dad’s jaw clenched, his eyes dark with jealousy and raw hunger. His huge boner strained painfully under his White Dhoti, every word she spoke making him burn hotter. The thought of those sweaty, smelly priests kissing her lips, squeezing her Ass, and crushing her boobs while she “just let them” made him ache uncontrollably.
“Sudha… they were kissing your lips… and you just let them?” he growled, voice low and rough.
“Shiva… one fat, ugly priest… he pulled off my White Kurti top, and the other ugly priest… they removed my White Leggings,” she whispered, “leaving me standing there… only in my White Bra and Maroon Panties. I felt so exposed… so helpless… and they were all staring, enjoying themselves.”
Her Ass swayed slightly, her waist tightening, her boobs rising and falling sharply with each shallow breath, her navel tightening further at the memory.
Deepak's Dad’s jaw clenched, his eyes dark with jealousy and raw hunger. His huge boner throbbed painfully in his White Dhoti, every word she spoke making him ache hotter. The image of her standing helpless in only her White Bra and Maroon Panties, Ass exposed, boobs visible, while those priests enjoyed themselves, made him ache uncontrollably.
“Sudha… they stripped you… and you just let them?” he growled, voice low and rough.
Deepak's Dad wrapped his arms around her waist and took her into his complete embrace. My Mom wrapped her arms around his neck and took him into her complete embrace, hugging each other, her boobs crushing against his chest.
“Shiva… one by one, the ugly priests hugged me,” she whispered, “and I was standing there… only in my White Bra and Maroon Panties. They… they were enjoying themselves… kissing my lips, one after another. I didn’t do anything… I just let them.”
Her Ass shifted slightly as she spoke, her waist tightening, her boobs rising and falling sharply with each shallow breath, her navel tightening further at the memory.
Deepak's Dad’s jaw clenched, jealousy and raw hunger flashing in his eyes. His huge boner throbbed painfully in his White Dhoti, every word she spoke making him ache hotter. The thought of her Boobs crushed, Ass hugged, and lips kissed by those priests while she “just let them” made him ache uncontrollably.
“Sudha… they hugged you like that… and kissed your lips?” he growled, voice low and rough.
My Mom hugged Deepak's Dad tightly, her Ass shifting slightly, waist tightening, boobs rising and falling sharply with each shallow breath, navel tightening as she whispered,
“Shiva… the three ugly priests… they carried me to the bedroom. They removed my White Bra and Maroon Panties, leaving me completely exposed. One by one, they thoroughly enjoyed themselves… making love to me… I couldn’t stop them… I just let them.”
Her Ass swayed subtly, her waist tightening further, her boobs rising and falling sharply, deep navel aching with the memory of their shameless hands.
Deepak's Dad’s jaw clenched, his eyes dark with jealousy and raw hunger. His huge boner throbbed painfully in his White Dhoti, every word she spoke making him ache hotter. The thought of her Boobs crushed in his embrace, Ass hugged, her deep navel kissed and touched by the priests, while they made love to her, drove him wild with jealousy and lust.
“Sudha… they… made love to you? One by one?” he growled, voice low and rough, “and you let them?”
Deepak's Dad tightened his embrace, his arms holding her closer, jealousy flashing in his eyes.
“No wonder those three bastards were all over you today… so bold,” he growled, voice low and rough, “after what they did to you… no wonder they couldn’t control themselves around you.”
My Mom hugged Deepak's Dad tighter, her Ass shifting slightly, waist tightening, boobs rising and falling sharply with each shallow breath, deep navel tightening at the memory.
“Shiva… during the Gruhapravesham Pooja, the three priests… their eyes were all over me,” she whispered, her voice soft but teasing, “and they were constantly feeling me up… right in front of all the men in the living room. I was standing there in my Red Saree and Red Blouse, Boobs and Ass clearly visible… and they didn’t care who was watching. I just let them… I didn’t stop them.”
Deepak's Dad’s jaw clenched, raw jealousy and hunger flashing in his eyes.
My Mom hugged Deepak's Dad tightly, her Ass shifting slightly, waist tightening, boobs rising and falling sharply with each shallow breath, deep navel tightening as she whispered,
“Shiva… after the Gruhapravesham, the three ugly priests… they are waiting at my gate, ready to take me to their house and… and fuck me.”
Deepak's Dad’s jaw clenched, fury flashing in his eyes. He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, his voice low, rough, and commanding.
“Sudha… tell those bastards to go fuck themselves,” he growled. “The only guy who is going to fuck you today… is me.”
My Mom hugged Deepak's Dad tightly, her waist tightening, boobs crushing against his chest, deep navel tightening as she smiled mischievously.

novelistcasanova · 23-08-2025, 09:36 PM

I kept my cock buried deep inside My Mom’s pussy, holding her tightly by her breasts from behind. Every step she took made her ass cheeks press against my hips, and I could feel her trembling under me.

When Deepak's Dad moved closer, wanting My Mom on the bed, she began walking toward it, still moaning around my cock, my cock still buried inside her pussy. I wrapped my arms around her waist and breasts, holding her securely, and moved with her toward the bed, guiding her as she shivered and moaned.
Her breasts bounced under my hands, her pussy clenching tightly around my cock with every step. Her ass cheeks pressed against my hips as I walked her, making the movements between us hotter and more intense, the sounds of our moaning echoing in the room.
I slowly pulled my cock out of My Mom’s pussy, feeling her shiver at the sudden emptiness around me. She turned around, her face flushed, eyes glistening, and without a word she wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, pulling me close.
Her breasts pressed against my chest through her red blouse and white bra, soft and warm, and I felt her waist lean into me as she held me as if she never wanted to let go. Her hands gripped me, trembling slightly, and I could feel her ass cheeks brushing against my hips.
Her heavy breaths tickled my neck as she rested her head against my shoulder, her lips grazing my skin while she whispered softly, “Varun…” Her pussy was still wet and glistening from our earlier thrusts, and my cock ached from being inside her.
I wrapped my arms around her waist, holding her close, feeling the warmth and softness of her boobs against my body. Her moans were low and soft, “mmmmmmm… mmmmmmmmmmm…”, as she clung to me, trembling from the combined pleasure and emotion of the moment.
Deepak's Dad lifted My Mom’s Red Saree along with her Red Petticoat, folding the Saree and Petticoat up over her hips. His eyes fixed on her ass, taking in the full shape. Then he grabbed both ass cheeks firmly with his hands and pulled them apart, spreading her ass wide. I could see the asshole between the ass cheeks, glistening slightly.
Deepak's Dad positioned himself behind My Mom, his cock lining up with her asshole. Slowly, he pushed his cock inside her asshole. My Mom cried out sharply, her body shivering in pain as he entered her. I held her ass cheeks firmly, helping her adjust as he pushed deeper, her moans and cries filling the room.
Deepak's Dad groaned loudly, his cock buried inside My Mom’s asshole. Deepak's Dad’s voice was rough as he said, “It feels amazing to have my cock inside your asshole, My Mom.” My Mom cried out, tears forming in her eyes, her body trembling with pain. I held her ass cheeks firmly, keeping her steady as he pushed slightly deeper, each movement making her whimper and sob.
My Mom wrapped her arms around my neck, hugging me tightly. I hugged her back, feeling the weight of her body against mine.
Deepak's Dad was behind her, grabbing her ass cheeks firmly with both hands. He inserted his cock deeper and deeper into her asshole, fucking her hard. His low, rough moans filled the room, mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm as he moved inside her.
My Mom cried out sharply, tears running down her face, her body trembling with pain. I held her close, hugging her tightly, feeling her shiver against me while Deepak's Dad fucked her asshole, spreading her ass cheeks with each thrust.
Deepak's Dad moaned loudly, mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm as he fucked My Mom’s asshole, clearly enjoying himself. His hands held her ass cheeks firmly, spreading them wider with each thrust.
Then he growled, “Sudha, your asshole has become tighter than the last time I fucked it in the Cricket Stadium.”
My Mom cried out sharply, her body trembling with pain, tears running down her face. I hugged her tightly, feeling her shiver against me as Deepak's Dad continued to move his cock deep inside her asshole, fucking her harder with every thrust.
Deepak's Dad held My Mom’s ass cheeks firmly, spreading them as he fucked her asshole more vigorously. His low, rough moans filled the room, mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm, each thrust driving him deeper.
He grunted and growled, “I’m enjoying fucking your asshole so much, My Mom… it feels incredible!”
My Mom cried out sharply, her body trembling, tears running down her face. I hugged her tightly, feeling her shiver against me as Deepak's Dad continued to thrust his cock deep inside her asshole, his movements faster and harder.
Then he groaned, “I’m about to cum, Sudha… I’m going to fill your asshole!” mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm, his body tensing with desire as he pushed harder inside her.
Deepak's Dad dug his cock deeper and deeper inside My Mom’s asshole, fucking her harder. My Mom cried out sharply, tears running down her face, her body trembling in pain. She hugged me tightly, whispering, “Varun… it hurts…” while her body shivered against mine.
The very next moment, Deepak's Dad moaned loudly, mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm, and reached around to grab her breasts under her loose Red Blouse and White Bra. He squeezed her breasts hard, groaning as he slammed his cock deep inside her asshole, finally cumming with a long, loud sound: “aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ...... aaaaaaaaaaaaaa .....aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!”
My Mom trembled violently, hugging me tighter, her face wet with tears as Deepak's Dad’s cock pulsed inside her asshole, filling her completely.
Deepak's Dad’s cock remained stuck deep inside My Mom’s asshole. She cried out sharply, her body trembling in pain, and broke my hug, stumbling slightly as her hands reached for balance.
Deepak's Dad held her firmly by the waist, guiding her as he walked her toward the chair, his cock still buried inside her asshole. My Mom’s tears streamed down her face, her body shaking with pain as she followed him, each step sending jolts of sensation through her asshole.
I stayed close, watching her shiver and cry, my arms empty as Deepak's Dad moved her across the room, his cock completely filling her asshole with each step she took.
Deepak's Dad sat down on the wooden chair, pulling My Mom onto his lap, his cock still buried deep inside her asshole. My Mom cried out sharply, tears streaming down her face, her body trembling with pain as he shifted slightly to get comfortable.
Without hesitation, Deepak's Dad slid his hands underneath her loose Red Blouse and White Bra, gripping her breasts firmly. He squeezed them hard, letting out low, rough moans, mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm, as he kept his cock buried deep inside her asshole, making her cry louder with every movement.
My Mom’s body shivered violently on his lap, her face wet with tears as she tried to adjust to the intensity, hugging herself tightly around his chest.
Deepak's Dad kept his cock deep inside My Mom’s asshole as he suddenly slid his middle finger inside her pussy. He moved it slowly at first, exploring her, then began fingering her pussy with deliberate, firm strokes.
My Mom gasped and moaned, a new wave of sensation hitting her. Her body trembled on his lap, the cries of pain shifting into cries of pleasure. She arched slightly against him, her hands clutching his shoulders as she began to enjoy the new feeling, moaning loudly, mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm, mixing her pleasure with the lingering pain from his cock in her asshole.
My Mom’s moans grew louder as Deepak's Dad’s finger moved inside her pussy, sending shivers through her body. She gasped, grabbing his shoulders tightly with both hands, and cried out, “My God… what is this?” Her back arched slightly, her ass pressed fully against his lap, her asshole stretched around his cock.
Her body trembled as waves of new pleasure coursed through her, her moans, mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm, filling the room. She held onto his thighs, riding the sensations, the combination of his cock in her asshole and his finger in her pussy overwhelming her completely.
As Deepak's Dad continued fingering her pussy with his cock deep inside her asshole, My Mom could not hold it any longer. She moaned loudly, mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm, her body trembling against him.
At that moment, Deepak's Dad’s left hand slid underneath her loose Red Blouse and White Bra, squeezing her breasts hard while nudging his cock deeper inside her asshole. At the same time, he inserted his middle finger deeper inside her pussy, stretching and rubbing her walls with deliberate, firm strokes.
My Mom’s cries grew uncontrollable. She began moaning over and over, “aaaaaaahhh… oh God… mmmmmm…”, her body shivering violently. She pressed her ass fully against his lap, grinding as her hands gripped his thighs, squeezing them tightly. Waves of pleasure exploded through her, “aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” as she moaned and began cumming all over his fingers.
Deepak's Dad leaned forward, pressing his lips against My Mom’s back, kissing her firmly. He whispered, “Thank you for your asshole, My Mom,” his hands still holding her ass cheeks for a moment.
Slowly, he helped her stand up, supporting her waist carefully. As she rose, he pulled his cock out of her asshole gradually, letting her feel every inch slide free. My Mom shivered, tears still running down her face, her ass aching from the intensity, and moaned softly, mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm, adjusting to the release.
A knock came at the door. My Mom quickly bent down to pick up her White Panties and began putting them on underneath her Red Petticoat.
Deepak's Dad grabbed his dhoti and wrapped it around his waist, adjusting it quickly.

novelistcasanova · 23-08-2025, 09:37 PM

My Mom noticed her Red Petticoat was loose and her Red Saree had slipped awkwardly. She realized she needed to rewear her Saree properly. Carefully, she removed her Red Saree, Red Blouse, and Red Petticoat, standing only in her White Bra and White Panties. She put her hands behind her back and hooked her White Bra, adjusting it neatly over her breasts.

Deepak's Dad hugged My Mom, holding her close while she stood in only her White Bra and White Panties. He kissed her lips nicely, lingering against her mouth.
Then he whispered against her lips, “Come to the Cricket Academy… the boys are waiting to fuck your ass and pussy.”
My Mom shook her head, crying out, “No!”
Deepak's Dad hugged her tighter, his hands on her waist and ass, and said, “If you come and let them fuck you, I’ll help you buy another house.”
My Mom hesitated, biting her lip, then nodded slowly, finally agreeing, “Okay… I’ll go.”
Deepak's Dad hugged My Mom again, pulling her close against his chest. His hands slid over her ass cheeks, squeezing them firmly through her White Panties.
He whispered roughly in her ear, “I’m so lucky to fuck a whore like you.”
My Mom shivered against him, her ass pressed tightly against his hands, her body trembling as she absorbed his words, moaning softly, mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm.
Deepak's Dad slid his hands up from her ass cheeks to her breasts, squeezing them firmly over her White Bra. His thumbs pressed hard against her nipples, eliciting a soft moan from My Mom, mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm.
He leaned close and whispered in her ear, “Come play Cricket with me and the boys next week, Sudha. They’re all waiting for you.”
My Mom shivered against him, her breasts pressed under his hands, her ass still tight against his palms, her body trembling at the thought.
Another knock came at the door. My Mom quickly bent down and pulled her Red Petticoat over her White Panties, then slid her Red Blouse over her White Bra. She wrapped her Red Saree around her waist, adjusting it quickly.
Her hair had come loose, so she quickly fixed it, tucking stray strands neatly. Once dressed, she took a deep breath and stepped out of the bedroom, her breasts and ass properly covered again under the Red Blouse, Red Petticoat, and Red Saree.
My Mom walked out of the bedroom, carefully acting as if nothing had happened. Her breasts and ass were fully covered under the Red Blouse, Red Petticoat, and Red Saree. She smiled politely at her relatives, her face calm and composed.
She followed Deepak's Dad closely, walking beside him as he prepared to leave. Her hands rested gently at her sides, her waist straight, giving no hint of what had just occurred. She accompanied him to the door, her eyes meeting his briefly, a small, knowing smile flickering across her lips as she saw him off.
As Deepak's Dad was about to get into the car, he turned and looked at My Mom. “Don’t forget to play Cricket with us next week,” he said.
My Mom crossed her arms slightly and replied, “Only if you promise me to help buy another house.”
Deepak's Dad grinned, stepping closer, his hands resting briefly on her waist, and asked, “Then you must win against the boys. Will you accept the challenge?”
My Mom nodded firmly, her eyes locking with his, “I accept the challenge.”
A low, pleased chuckle escaped him. “That’s my whore,” Deepak's Dad said, and held my mom’s face and kissed her lips nicely and went home.
That’s “My Mom’s Cricket Challenge with Friends”

The End

Regards
Novelist Casanova

Little finger · 23-08-2025, 09:56 PM

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novelistcasanova · 24-08-2025, 11:22 AM

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Thank you the Support Brother Namaskar

srider69 · 24-08-2025, 07:34 PM

Casanova, first off, amazing story as always. Definitely one of the jewels to your crown. It kind of has hints of Karthik's kabbadi mom many a times.

It needs proofreading as AI might have messed up repeating.

E.g. during Prakasj, Arjun, Naresh, and Rajan session, Naresh kept on repeating even after he was done. Suddenly, Rajan pops up up during Karthik and Deepak time. So, maybe a quick proofread will help. Thank you so much for your wonderful story

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