Adultery The Language of Her Heart

[Vijay42]

Marvelous bro...... as expected....very very super writing ...continue "yazhiniram" bro

[sexypreeti]

Really superb  clp); clp); clp);

[Hotyyhard]

Omg Prakash literally eating her poor Pavithra has to bear she is enjoying tho ;)

[Sage_69]

The scene was so hot. If you added some hot picture or gifs, it would be fire.

[Bodilingam]

wow wow ,no suitable words for this update

[val.coutinho]

Really sooooo hottttt.....
I had to go to the 1st page to read the disclaimer whether this is a real story or it's working of fiction.... Either ways I feel this like real incident when reading... Everything mentioned so far is so detailed let it be Pavitra dressing up or cooking or going to the temple or shopping for daily needs or with someone at the mall.... Even with Prakash or her anna..... So minute details portrayed in this story so far makes me feel a real life story put up in words

CHEERS TO THE AUTHOR... WAY TO GO PLEASE CONTINUE AND MAINTAIN THE SAME EROTICA.... SLOW BURN AS YOU MAY CALL IT....

PLEASE LET ME FALL AT YOUR FEET AND WORSHIP YOU......

Thank you for such a wonderful story....
Awaiting your next update eagerly......
Your die hard fan

[Bodilingam]

we canot wait longer, we want quick updates.

[sexycharan]

Simply awesome update bro

[Gitaranjan]

You are an amazing writer for sure.

[Durga7777]

Best narration best writing

[sunniappan]

Very good going. Her husband has not done these things it seems. She has now turned a slave to him.

[kangaani]

Wonderful update

[Chennai Veeran]

Marvelous

[SpyHunter]

Excellent!! We want Update soon ?

[Krish World]

Superb narration

[Vijay42]

Next update ennachi??? Bro

[Bodilingam]

[yazhiniram]

His mouth—

It was still there.

Still between my ass cheeks.

Still moving.

Still licking.


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That tongue…

It didn’t stop.

It circled.

Softly.

Wet.

Slow.


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Then—

It pushed.

Just slightly.

Just the tip.

Inside.


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And I gasped.

Loud.

Sharp.

Not planned.

Not controlled.


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A tight pull spread across my belly.

Like rope.

Invisible.

Twisting inside.

Clenching me from within.


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“Ahhh—”

It came out broken.

Breath wrapped in sound.

Like a small scream hiding under breath.


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He tried again.

Pushed once more.

Just the tip.

Just a little.


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But my ass—

It clenched.

Tight.

Too tight maybe.

Nervous tight.


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And he felt it.

Immediately.

Understood it.

In the way my body closed.


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So he stopped.

Pulled back.

No force.

No push.

Just stopped.


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I felt the cold air.

Right there.

Sudden.

Sharp.

Against that wet skin.


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My breath—

It was shaking.

Fast.

Open-mouthed.

Ragged.


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Then I heard it.

That sound.

His knee shifting on the mattress.

A small movement.

A shift of weight.


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Then his hands.

Back on my thighs.

Strong.

Warm.

Gripping.


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“Wait—what now—”

I tried to say.

But no voice came.

Only air.

Only a whisper inside my chest.


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He pulled me.

Quick.

Sharp.

One movement.


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And I flipped.

Onto my stomach.

Just like that.


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Didn’t even lift myself.

Didn’t get a chance.

His hands grabbed my hips.

Raised them.


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My knees bent.

Under me.

Automatically.

Reflex.


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And suddenly—

I was kneeling.

Body low.

Ass high.


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My arms stretched in front.

Elbows straight.

Hands flat.

Face down.


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My cheek pressed into the bed.

Pillow gone.

Only sheet.

Cotton against my skin.


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My ass?

Up.

High.

Open.

Bare.

Offered.


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My hair—

It fell across my cheek.

Stuck with sweat.

Sticking to my jaw.


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My mouth—

Was open.

Breathing heavy.

So heavy.


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I couldn’t see him.

Not from that angle.

But I felt him.

Fully.


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His hands came again.

Spread my buttocks.

Wider.

Deeper.

No shame.


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He was looking.

At everything.

No hiding now.

Not one inch.


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I felt the air—

Cool.

On my wetness.

And I was wet.

Soaked.


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Inside.

Outside.

All around.

Wet from him.

Wet from me.


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Juice was running.

Down my inner thigh.

Slow trail.

Sticky line.


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My asshole—

Still wet.

From his tongue.

Still tingling.

Still pulsing.


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Clit throbbing.

Pussy lips parted.

Open.

Swollen.


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And I—

I was kneeling.

Like animal.

Held.

Presented.


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I felt it.

And I didn’t move.

Couldn’t.

Didn’t want to.


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Then—

He came close.

Again.

That warmth.

Near.


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I braced myself.

Tensed slightly.

Breathed deep.


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And then I felt it.

That tongue.

Again.


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Starting from the front.

From the clit.

From the softest part.


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Flat lick.

One stroke.

Long.

Slow.


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Upward.

From clitoris—

Over the slit—

Across the lips—


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Between the folds—

To the base—

Then lower—

To the back—


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Over the asshole.

And still up.

Right through the middle of my crack.


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And I moaned.

Loud.

Unfiltered.


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Like a bitch.

Real bitch.

That sound escaped me.


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No shape.

No word.

Only moan.

From belly.


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“Ahhhh—aaahhh—hhhaaaa…”

No shame.

Only breath.


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He did it again.

Same motion.

Same path.


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Heavy tongue.

Dragging everything.

Juice.

Sweat.

Spit.

All of it.


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He licked me—

Like he was cleaning a plate.

Not gentle.

Not soft.


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Firm.

Messy.

Wet.

Claiming.


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And again.

I moaned.

Still kneeling.

Still open.

Still burning.


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My face—

Still pressed to the bed.

Cheek smashed into the sheet.

Hot breath fogging the cotton.


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Drool hung from my lip.

Sticky.

Warm.

Falling.


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I was gasping.

Through teeth.

Through throat.

Through heat.


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My hands—

Gripped the edge of the bedsheet.

Knuckles white.

Fingers tense.


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Knees wide apart.

My back arched.

Automatically.


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So he could go deeper.

Lick longer.

Own more.


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Again he licked.

From pussy to ass.

Full length.

One hot stroke.


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“Ahhh—fuckkk…”

It came out.

Loud.

Raw.

Real.


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Didn’t know I said it.

Didn’t care.

Only felt.


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Melting from inside.

Fully.

Completely.

Every stroke—

Made my pussy twitch.


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Every twitch—

Pushed more juice out.

Warm.

Dripping.


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Onto the bed.

Between my legs.

Sticky trails.

Messy heat.


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His tongue passed the clit again—

My spine jerked.

Sharp.

Immediate.


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One hard moan—

Tore out of me.

From nowhere.

From everywhere.


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I felt like animal.

No shame.

No control.

Only sound.

Only body.

Only feeling.


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His face—

Was behind me.

Mine—

Was buried in the bed.


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But my mouth—

Still open.

Still moaning.

Still giving.

Still being.


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Like I had no other job in this world.

Except this.

To kneel.

To take it.

To be eaten.

To moan.


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My face—

It was pressed deep.

Deeper than before.

Into the bed.

Into the fabric.


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One cheek squashed.

Flattened against the sheet.

Skin warm.

Cotton soft.

Breath hot.


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My eyes—

They were open.

Not blinking.

Just staring.

Straight into the threads.


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At the tiny lines.

The weave.

The tiny bumps of the cloth.

So close.

So sharp.


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I was breathing fast.

Mouth open.

Half open.

Wet.

So wet.


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Drool.

Falling.

Dripping from the corner.

Sliding down my chin.

Sticky trail.


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But I couldn’t close my mouth.

Couldn’t stop the air.

Couldn’t swallow.

Couldn’t speak.

Couldn’t move.


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Because of that tongue.

That one tongue.

Still working.

Still licking.

Still owning me.


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That tongue—

It was relentless.

Up and down.

Long strokes.

From pussy to ass.


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And then again.

Back up.

Same path.

Wet.

Hot.


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He didn’t stop.

Not once.

Didn’t pause.

Didn’t slow.

Didn’t even breathe.


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I was gripping.

The edge of the bed.

Both hands.

Hard.

Fingers bent.


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Arms shaking.

Forearms tight.

Shoulders stiff.

Like I was hanging on.

To the world.


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My legs were bent under me.

Knees pressed to the bed.

Thighs spread wide.

Skin sticky.

Breath wild.


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Back arched.

So high.

Spine curved.

Ass lifted.

Exposed.


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I couldn’t control it.

Couldn’t fix it.

Couldn’t straighten.

Couldn’t move.

I was stuck.


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Frozen.

Burning.

Breathing.

Alive.

Too alive.


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Then—

I felt it.

A hand.

His hand.

Coming from behind.


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Sliding under.

One palm.

Warm.

Firm.

Familiar.


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It came between my thighs.

From behind.

Right into the heat.

Between the mess.

Under the wetness.


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And then—

A finger.

His finger.

I felt it.

Right there.


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At the entrance.

Of my pussy.

Just resting.

Waiting.

Testing.


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Not pushing yet.

Just there.

Breathing with me.

Feeling me.

Hovering.


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I gasped.

Loud.

From nowhere.

From my throat.

“Ahhh—”


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The breath broke.

Halfway.

I hadn’t even known I was holding it.

Till it escaped.

Like a balloon.


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Then—

He pushed.

Slow.

Not hard.

Not rough.


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Just the tip.

First.

Just enough to open me.

Enough to slide in.

To enter.


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I moaned.

Loud.

Unfiltered.

Raw.

“Aaahhh—haaahh…”


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My hips jerked.

Slight.

Small reaction.

Uncontrolled.

Honest.


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That finger—

It went in more.

Deeper.

Smooth.

Like it belonged there.


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Warm inside me.

Inside that dripping space.

That aching spot.


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My pussy—

Tightened around it.

Welcomed it.

Clutched it.

And I moaned again.


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From my chest this time.

From my ribs.

From my middle.

“Hmmnnn… haaahhh…”


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My knees—

They widened.

To give more space.

To let him in.

To let me open.


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My elbows—

They bent.

Arms low.

Body sunk down.

Still face down.

Still ass high.


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The finger moved.

Again.

Deeper now.

All the way.

Inside.


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Slow strokes.

In.

Out.

Gliding.

Pushing.


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Then—

Another sensation.

New.

Hot.

Sharp.


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His other hand.

The second one.

It came around.

From the front.

From under.


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And it found—

My clit.


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Finger on it.

Touching.

Testing.

Circling.

Flicking.


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Tiny fast movements.

All on that one spot.

The burning one.

The one screaming.


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I cried out.

Loud.

Scared and needing.

“Ahhh—ahh—nnghh—stop—nooooo…”


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But I didn’t mean it.

Couldn’t mean it.

My pussy was pulsing.

Around his finger.


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And my clit—

Was alive.

Burning.

Tingling.

Sparking.


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He rubbed it.

Small circles.

Same time his finger—

Was sliding in and out.

Of me.


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And his tongue?

Now only on my asshole.

Focused.

Deliberate.

Owned.


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Suddenly—

It stopped.

Just like that.

No signal.

No pause.


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His mouth.

Gone.

His tongue.

Gone.

His lips.

Pulled back.


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From between my cheeks.

From that heat.

From that ache.

Just gone.


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I felt the change.

Immediately.

The moment it happened.

The shift.

The difference.


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That wet warmth—

Replaced.

By air.

Cool.

Open.


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Air on wet skin.

On pulsing skin.

On licked skin.

Too sudden.

Too cold.


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My breath caught.

One tight inhale.

Chest rising.

Pressing into the bed.

Crushing the sheet.


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Face still down.

Cheek on pillow.

Mouth open.

Still drooling.

Sticky thread from lip to cotton.


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But his hands—

They didn’t leave me.

Not both.

One stayed.

Low.


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Between my legs.

That hand.

Still rubbing.

Still circling.

Still teasing.


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My clit.

Still under his finger.

Still tingling.

Still twitching.

Every round stroke sent a jolt.


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The same rhythm.

Same pace.

Soft.

Slow.

Unchanged.


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But the other hand—

That one moved.

I felt it rising.

Upward.

Over my skin.


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Sliding softly.

Over one butt cheek.

Then across.

To the other side.


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Then—

It stopped.

Right above.

At the centre.


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Above my asshole.

Resting.

Still.

Heavy.

Breathing with me.


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My heart jumped.

One thud.

In my chest.

Hard.

Sharp.


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Because I knew.

I understood.

What that meant.

What that pressure was.


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That place—

It was sensitive.

Already wet.

Already tingling.

Still raw.


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From his tongue.

From earlier.

From heat.

From want.

But not ready.


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Not like that.

Not now.

Not with everything so loud.

So full.

So much.


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I tensed.

Just slightly.

Legs pulled in a bit.

Reflex.

Warning.


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“Prakash,” I said.

Soft.

Quiet.

But real.


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My voice—

It came cracked.

Rough.

Dry from moaning.

But clear.


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I was out of breath.

Still recovering.

But I said it.

Just that.

His name.


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No drama.

No shout.

No anger.

Just presence.

Just warning.


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He didn’t reply.

Didn’t say anything.

Didn’t stop either.


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That finger—

Still there.

Hovering.

Waiting.

Measuring.


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One second.

Two.

Then—

SPAT.


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Right on it.

On my asshole.

One wet spit.

Heavy.

Warm.


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It landed with a sound.

Soft slap.

Sticky splash.

Right on that skin.


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I flinched.

My whole body twitched.

Tiny recoil.

From the sound.

From the feel.


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He didn’t stop.

Used his finger.

Spread it.

Over the spot.

Lubricating.


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My heart—

Was faster now.

Louder.

I could feel it in my ears.

In my chest.


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I shut my eyes tight.

Tried to breathe.

Through nose.

Through mouth.

Didn’t help.


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Because I knew.

What was next.

I knew that feeling.

I knew what that pressure meant.


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Then—

I felt it.

That fingertip.

Return.

This time—


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Not to my clit.

Not to my pussy.

But right there.

Center.

Back.


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He pressed.

Just the tip.

Just resting.

Not pushing.

Yet.


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But I jumped.

Pulled forward an inch.

Spine straightened.

Breath caught.


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“No.”

That’s what I said.

Still not loud.

But firmer.

More breath.


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My arms moved.

Finally.

Both palms.

Flat on the bed.

Ready.


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I pushed.

My body.

Forward.

Slow but sure.

Clear.


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His hands stayed.

For a second.

Still holding.

Still open.

But—


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I straightened.

Dropped my hips.

Let my legs stretch.

Long.

Flat.


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My chest—

Already pressed to the bed.

Now—

My stomach.

My thighs.

My whole body.


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Flat.

Still.

Soft.


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Face turned to one side.

Cheek down.

Hair stuck.

Wet strands over my mouth.


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Breathing fast.

But calm.

But mine.


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His hands didn’t follow.

Didn’t chase.

They paused.

Held in air.

Then—


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They pulled back.

From my ass.

From my pussy.

From my body.

From everything.


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Silence.

Real silence.

Except breath.

Except heartbeat.


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Wetness still on my skin.

Spit.

Juice.

Heat.

Sticky lines on my thighs.


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But his hands—

Gone.

That spread feeling?

Gone too.

Closed now.

Mine again.


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I just lay there.

Still naked.

Still full.

Still pulsing.


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Face in the bed.

Legs stretched.

Back moving with each breath.

Rising.

Falling.


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Between my thighs—

Still wet.

Still open.

Still warm.

Still quiet.


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I closed my eyes.

Didn’t speak.

Didn’t move.

Just stayed.


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Letting that moment end.

On my terms.

Only mine.


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Few seconds passed.

Not many.

Just a handful.

But they felt long.

Very long.


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And in that time—

Nothing happened.

No breath.

No sound.

No touch.


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No movement behind me.

No warmth.

No hand.

No mouth.

Just stillness.


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And my body—

It didn’t move either.

Didn’t twitch.

Didn’t stretch.

Didn’t shift.


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I just lay there.

Face turned to the side.

Cheek on the pillow.

Mouth still half open.

Breath softer now.


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Naked.

Fully.

Completely.

Not covered.

Not hiding.


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But quiet.

Soft.

Breathing.

Still.

At peace.


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And somehow—

I liked it.

That moment.

That second of nothing.

It felt… good.


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That sudden quiet.

That stop.

That pause.

Like a line was drawn.

Like I had taken something back.


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That second of peace.

A single breath.

Mine.

Just mine.

Before the next thing.


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And then—

He moved.

Gently.

No rush.

No force.


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His hand came.

To my side.

Light touch.

Not grabbing.

Just resting.


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And he flipped me.

Rolled me.

One smooth motion.

Not sudden.

But sure.


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Onto my back.

From face-down to face-up.

My head followed.

My arms stayed loose.


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I didn’t resist.

Not at all.

Just let him.

Let myself turn.

Let the moment turn.


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My legs bent slightly.

Loosened.

Followed the movement.

I felt my thighs shift.

My knees open slightly.


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Now I was lying flat.

Facing up.

On my back.

Soft.

Bare.


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Eyes half open.

Not blinking much.

Just watching.

Just floating.


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He was looking down at me.

From above.

Still quiet.

Still unreadable.

But present.


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And he understood.

He got it.

Everything.

What I said.

What I didn’t say.


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That I didn’t want it there.

Not like that.

Not today.


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And he didn’t ask.

Didn’t push.

Didn’t test.

Didn’t speak.

Just stopped.


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He stepped back.

Half a step.

No words.

Then his hand—

It reached.


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To my wrist.

Fingers closed.

Soft grip.

Not pulling.

Just inviting.


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He gave a small tug.

Gentle.

Like asking.

Not dragging.

And I followed.


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He helped me sit up.

Slow.

One hand under my elbow.

Other still on my wrist.


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Then he helped me off the bed.

Guided me.

Off the edge.

To the floor.


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I stood.

Feet flat.

Slightly shaky.

Legs still wobbly.

Breath still shaky.


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But I was upright.

Fully.

Bare.

Facing him.


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He stood close.

So close.

His naked chest—

Right in front of me.

Warm.

Still.


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And then—

He kissed me.

No build-up.

No words.

Just lips.


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Mouth pressed onto mine.

Firm.

Straight.

Wet.


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Not like before.

Not hungry.

Not angry.

Just quiet.

Just full.


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Then he pulled back.

Slow.

Breathed.

Still watching me.

Still saying nothing.


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And then—

His hands came.

To my shoulders.

Both palms.

Warm.


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He pushed.

Gently.

No force.

Just guidance.

Down.


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I dropped.

To my knees.

Slow.

Soft.

Without resistance.


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My hair fell.

Over my shoulders.

Over my breasts.

Over my chest.


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I looked up.

Just slightly.

He was there.

Standing tall.

Right above me.


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Still no words.

Just presence.

Just waiting.


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His hands moved.

To his waist.

Touched his belt.

Held it.

Didn’t open.


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Just held it.

In front of me.

Still.

Like signal.

Like message.


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His other hand—

Hovered near his buckle.

Waiting.

For me.


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I looked.

At his hands.

Then at his face.

Then back down.


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I didn’t want to.

Not yet.

My fingers—

They hesitated.

Still.


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Then—

PAK.

One slap.

Side of my cheek.

Quick.


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Sharp.

Not full force.

But loud.

Real.


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Enough.

Enough to say: do it.

Now.

No waiting.


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I blinked.

Once.

Eyes wet.

Not from pain.

But that sting.

That push.


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That line crossed.

Again.

And I moved.


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Slow.

Fingers raised.

Touched the belt.

Unhooked the pin.

Felt the leather shift.


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Pulled it loose.

It slid out.

Dry sound.

Smooth.

Familiar.


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I opened the buckle.

One hand held it.

Other went to his pant button.


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Still breathing slow.

Still kneeling.

Still obeying.


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Even as my mind…

Was still catching up.

Trying.

Spinning.

But too late.

Too deep.

[sexypreeti]

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