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Adultery The Language of Her Heart
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27-08-2025, 02:44 PM
His mouth—
It was still there. Still between my ass cheeks. Still moving. Still licking. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That tongue… It didn’t stop. It circled. Softly. Wet. Slow. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then— It pushed. Just slightly. Just the tip. Inside. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And I gasped. Loud. Sharp. Not planned. Not controlled. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - A tight pull spread across my belly. Like rope. Invisible. Twisting inside. Clenching me from within. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Ahhh—” It came out broken. Breath wrapped in sound. Like a small scream hiding under breath. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He tried again. Pushed once more. Just the tip. Just a little. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But my ass— It clenched. Tight. Too tight maybe. Nervous tight. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And he felt it. Immediately. Understood it. In the way my body closed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - So he stopped. Pulled back. No force. No push. Just stopped. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I felt the cold air. Right there. Sudden. Sharp. Against that wet skin. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My breath— It was shaking. Fast. Open-mouthed. Ragged. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then I heard it. That sound. His knee shifting on the mattress. A small movement. A shift of weight. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then his hands. Back on my thighs. Strong. Warm. Gripping. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Wait—what now—” I tried to say. But no voice came. Only air. Only a whisper inside my chest. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He pulled me. Quick. Sharp. One movement. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And I flipped. Onto my stomach. Just like that. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Didn’t even lift myself. Didn’t get a chance. His hands grabbed my hips. Raised them. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My knees bent. Under me. Automatically. Reflex. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And suddenly— I was kneeling. Body low. Ass high. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My arms stretched in front. Elbows straight. Hands flat. Face down. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My cheek pressed into the bed. Pillow gone. Only sheet. Cotton against my skin. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My ass? Up. High. Open. Bare. Offered. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My hair— It fell across my cheek. Stuck with sweat. Sticking to my jaw. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My mouth— Was open. Breathing heavy. So heavy. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I couldn’t see him. Not from that angle. But I felt him. Fully. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His hands came again. Spread my buttocks. Wider. Deeper. No shame. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He was looking. At everything. No hiding now. Not one inch. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I felt the air— Cool. On my wetness. And I was wet. Soaked. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Inside. Outside. All around. Wet from him. Wet from me. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Juice was running. Down my inner thigh. Slow trail. Sticky line. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My asshole— Still wet. From his tongue. Still tingling. Still pulsing. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Clit throbbing. Pussy lips parted. Open. Swollen. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And I— I was kneeling. Like animal. Held. Presented. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I felt it. And I didn’t move. Couldn’t. Didn’t want to. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then— He came close. Again. That warmth. Near. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I braced myself. Tensed slightly. Breathed deep. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And then I felt it. That tongue. Again. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Starting from the front. From the clit. From the softest part. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Flat lick. One stroke. Long. Slow. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Upward. From clitoris— Over the slit— Across the lips— - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Between the folds— To the base— Then lower— To the back— - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Over the asshole. And still up. Right through the middle of my crack. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And I moaned. Loud. Unfiltered. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Like a bitch. Real bitch. That sound escaped me. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - No shape. No word. Only moan. From belly. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Ahhhh—aaahhh—hhhaaaa…” No shame. Only breath. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He did it again. Same motion. Same path. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Heavy tongue. Dragging everything. Juice. Sweat. Spit. All of it. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He licked me— Like he was cleaning a plate. Not gentle. Not soft. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Firm. Messy. Wet. Claiming. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And again. I moaned. Still kneeling. Still open. Still burning. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My face— Still pressed to the bed. Cheek smashed into the sheet. Hot breath fogging the cotton. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Drool hung from my lip. Sticky. Warm. Falling. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I was gasping. Through teeth. Through throat. Through heat. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My hands— Gripped the edge of the bedsheet. Knuckles white. Fingers tense. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Knees wide apart. My back arched. Automatically. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - So he could go deeper. Lick longer. Own more. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Again he licked. From pussy to ass. Full length. One hot stroke. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Ahhh—fuckkk…” It came out. Loud. Raw. Real. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Didn’t know I said it. Didn’t care. Only felt. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Melting from inside. Fully. Completely. Every stroke— Made my pussy twitch. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Every twitch— Pushed more juice out. Warm. Dripping. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Onto the bed. Between my legs. Sticky trails. Messy heat. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His tongue passed the clit again— My spine jerked. Sharp. Immediate. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - One hard moan— Tore out of me. From nowhere. From everywhere. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I felt like animal. No shame. No control. Only sound. Only body. Only feeling. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His face— Was behind me. Mine— Was buried in the bed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But my mouth— Still open. Still moaning. Still giving. Still being. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Like I had no other job in this world. Except this. To kneel. To take it. To be eaten. To moan. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My face— It was pressed deep. Deeper than before. Into the bed. Into the fabric. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - One cheek squashed. Flattened against the sheet. Skin warm. Cotton soft. Breath hot. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My eyes— They were open. Not blinking. Just staring. Straight into the threads. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - At the tiny lines. The weave. The tiny bumps of the cloth. So close. So sharp. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I was breathing fast. Mouth open. Half open. Wet. So wet. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Drool. Falling. Dripping from the corner. Sliding down my chin. Sticky trail. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But I couldn’t close my mouth. Couldn’t stop the air. Couldn’t swallow. Couldn’t speak. Couldn’t move. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Because of that tongue. That one tongue. Still working. Still licking. Still owning me. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That tongue— It was relentless. Up and down. Long strokes. From pussy to ass. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And then again. Back up. Same path. Wet. Hot. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He didn’t stop. Not once. Didn’t pause. Didn’t slow. Didn’t even breathe. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I was gripping. The edge of the bed. Both hands. Hard. Fingers bent. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Arms shaking. Forearms tight. Shoulders stiff. Like I was hanging on. To the world. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My legs were bent under me. Knees pressed to the bed. Thighs spread wide. Skin sticky. Breath wild. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Back arched. So high. Spine curved. Ass lifted. Exposed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I couldn’t control it. Couldn’t fix it. Couldn’t straighten. Couldn’t move. I was stuck. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Frozen. Burning. Breathing. Alive. Too alive. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then— I felt it. A hand. His hand. Coming from behind. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Sliding under. One palm. Warm. Firm. Familiar. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It came between my thighs. From behind. Right into the heat. Between the mess. Under the wetness. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And then— A finger. His finger. I felt it. Right there. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - At the entrance. Of my pussy. Just resting. Waiting. Testing. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Not pushing yet. Just there. Breathing with me. Feeling me. Hovering. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I gasped. Loud. From nowhere. From my throat. “Ahhh—” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The breath broke. Halfway. I hadn’t even known I was holding it. Till it escaped. Like a balloon. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then— He pushed. Slow. Not hard. Not rough. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Just the tip. First. Just enough to open me. Enough to slide in. To enter. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I moaned. Loud. Unfiltered. Raw. “Aaahhh—haaahh…” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My hips jerked. Slight. Small reaction. Uncontrolled. Honest. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That finger— It went in more. Deeper. Smooth. Like it belonged there. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Warm inside me. Inside that dripping space. That aching spot. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My pussy— Tightened around it. Welcomed it. Clutched it. And I moaned again. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - From my chest this time. From my ribs. From my middle. “Hmmnnn… haaahhh…” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My knees— They widened. To give more space. To let him in. To let me open. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My elbows— They bent. Arms low. Body sunk down. Still face down. Still ass high. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The finger moved. Again. Deeper now. All the way. Inside. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Slow strokes. In. Out. Gliding. Pushing. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then— Another sensation. New. Hot. Sharp. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His other hand. The second one. It came around. From the front. From under. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And it found— My clit. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Finger on it. Touching. Testing. Circling. Flicking. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Tiny fast movements. All on that one spot. The burning one. The one screaming. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I cried out. Loud. Scared and needing. “Ahhh—ahh—nnghh—stop—nooooo…” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But I didn’t mean it. Couldn’t mean it. My pussy was pulsing. Around his finger. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And my clit— Was alive. Burning. Tingling. Sparking. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He rubbed it. Small circles. Same time his finger— Was sliding in and out. Of me. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And his tongue? Now only on my asshole. Focused. Deliberate. Owned. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Suddenly— It stopped. Just like that. No signal. No pause. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His mouth. Gone. His tongue. Gone. His lips. Pulled back. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - From between my cheeks. From that heat. From that ache. Just gone. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I felt the change. Immediately. The moment it happened. The shift. The difference. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That wet warmth— Replaced. By air. Cool. Open. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Air on wet skin. On pulsing skin. On licked skin. Too sudden. Too cold. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My breath caught. One tight inhale. Chest rising. Pressing into the bed. Crushing the sheet. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Face still down. Cheek on pillow. Mouth open. Still drooling. Sticky thread from lip to cotton. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But his hands— They didn’t leave me. Not both. One stayed. Low. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Between my legs. That hand. Still rubbing. Still circling. Still teasing. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My clit. Still under his finger. Still tingling. Still twitching. Every round stroke sent a jolt. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The same rhythm. Same pace. Soft. Slow. Unchanged. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But the other hand— That one moved. I felt it rising. Upward. Over my skin. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Sliding softly. Over one butt cheek. Then across. To the other side. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then— It stopped. Right above. At the centre. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Above my asshole. Resting. Still. Heavy. Breathing with me. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My heart jumped. One thud. In my chest. Hard. Sharp. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Because I knew. I understood. What that meant. What that pressure was. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That place— It was sensitive. Already wet. Already tingling. Still raw. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - From his tongue. From earlier. From heat. From want. But not ready. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Not like that. Not now. Not with everything so loud. So full. So much. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I tensed. Just slightly. Legs pulled in a bit. Reflex. Warning. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Prakash,” I said. Soft. Quiet. But real. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My voice— It came cracked. Rough. Dry from moaning. But clear. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I was out of breath. Still recovering. But I said it. Just that. His name. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - No drama. No shout. No anger. Just presence. Just warning. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He didn’t reply. Didn’t say anything. Didn’t stop either. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That finger— Still there. Hovering. Waiting. Measuring. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - One second. Two. Then— SPAT. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Right on it. On my asshole. One wet spit. Heavy. Warm. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It landed with a sound. Soft slap. Sticky splash. Right on that skin. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I flinched. My whole body twitched. Tiny recoil. From the sound. From the feel. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He didn’t stop. Used his finger. Spread it. Over the spot. Lubricating. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My heart— Was faster now. Louder. I could feel it in my ears. In my chest. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I shut my eyes tight. Tried to breathe. Through nose. Through mouth. Didn’t help. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Because I knew. What was next. I knew that feeling. I knew what that pressure meant. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then— I felt it. That fingertip. Return. This time— - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Not to my clit. Not to my pussy. But right there. Center. Back. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He pressed. Just the tip. Just resting. Not pushing. Yet. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But I jumped. Pulled forward an inch. Spine straightened. Breath caught. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “No.” That’s what I said. Still not loud. But firmer. More breath. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My arms moved. Finally. Both palms. Flat on the bed. Ready. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I pushed. My body. Forward. Slow but sure. Clear. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His hands stayed. For a second. Still holding. Still open. But— - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I straightened. Dropped my hips. Let my legs stretch. Long. Flat. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My chest— Already pressed to the bed. Now— My stomach. My thighs. My whole body. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Flat. Still. Soft. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Face turned to one side. Cheek down. Hair stuck. Wet strands over my mouth. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Breathing fast. But calm. But mine. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His hands didn’t follow. Didn’t chase. They paused. Held in air. Then— - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - They pulled back. From my ass. From my pussy. From my body. From everything. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Silence. Real silence. Except breath. Except heartbeat. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Wetness still on my skin. Spit. Juice. Heat. Sticky lines on my thighs. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But his hands— Gone. That spread feeling? Gone too. Closed now. Mine again. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I just lay there. Still naked. Still full. Still pulsing. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Face in the bed. Legs stretched. Back moving with each breath. Rising. Falling. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Between my thighs— Still wet. Still open. Still warm. Still quiet. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I closed my eyes. Didn’t speak. Didn’t move. Just stayed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Letting that moment end. On my terms. Only mine. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Few seconds passed. Not many. Just a handful. But they felt long. Very long. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And in that time— Nothing happened. No breath. No sound. No touch. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - No movement behind me. No warmth. No hand. No mouth. Just stillness. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And my body— It didn’t move either. Didn’t twitch. Didn’t stretch. Didn’t shift. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I just lay there. Face turned to the side. Cheek on the pillow. Mouth still half open. Breath softer now. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Naked. Fully. Completely. Not covered. Not hiding. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But quiet. Soft. Breathing. Still. At peace. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And somehow— I liked it. That moment. That second of nothing. It felt… good. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That sudden quiet. That stop. That pause. Like a line was drawn. Like I had taken something back. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That second of peace. A single breath. Mine. Just mine. Before the next thing. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And then— He moved. Gently. No rush. No force. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His hand came. To my side. Light touch. Not grabbing. Just resting. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And he flipped me. Rolled me. One smooth motion. Not sudden. But sure. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Onto my back. From face-down to face-up. My head followed. My arms stayed loose. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I didn’t resist. Not at all. Just let him. Let myself turn. Let the moment turn. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My legs bent slightly. Loosened. Followed the movement. I felt my thighs shift. My knees open slightly. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Now I was lying flat. Facing up. On my back. Soft. Bare. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Eyes half open. Not blinking much. Just watching. Just floating. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He was looking down at me. From above. Still quiet. Still unreadable. But present. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And he understood. He got it. Everything. What I said. What I didn’t say. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That I didn’t want it there. Not like that. Not today. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And he didn’t ask. Didn’t push. Didn’t test. Didn’t speak. Just stopped. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He stepped back. Half a step. No words. Then his hand— It reached. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - To my wrist. Fingers closed. Soft grip. Not pulling. Just inviting. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He gave a small tug. Gentle. Like asking. Not dragging. And I followed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He helped me sit up. Slow. One hand under my elbow. Other still on my wrist. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then he helped me off the bed. Guided me. Off the edge. To the floor. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I stood. Feet flat. Slightly shaky. Legs still wobbly. Breath still shaky. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But I was upright. Fully. Bare. Facing him. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He stood close. So close. His naked chest— Right in front of me. Warm. Still. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And then— He kissed me. No build-up. No words. Just lips. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Mouth pressed onto mine. Firm. Straight. Wet. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Not like before. Not hungry. Not angry. Just quiet. Just full. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then he pulled back. Slow. Breathed. Still watching me. Still saying nothing. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And then— His hands came. To my shoulders. Both palms. Warm. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He pushed. Gently. No force. Just guidance. Down. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I dropped. To my knees. Slow. Soft. Without resistance. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My hair fell. Over my shoulders. Over my breasts. Over my chest. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I looked up. Just slightly. He was there. Standing tall. Right above me. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Still no words. Just presence. Just waiting. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His hands moved. To his waist. Touched his belt. Held it. Didn’t open. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Just held it. In front of me. Still. Like signal. Like message. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His other hand— Hovered near his buckle. Waiting. For me. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I looked. At his hands. Then at his face. Then back down. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I didn’t want to. Not yet. My fingers— They hesitated. Still. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then— PAK. One slap. Side of my cheek. Quick. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Sharp. Not full force. But loud. Real. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Enough. Enough to say: do it. Now. No waiting. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I blinked. Once. Eyes wet. Not from pain. But that sting. That push. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That line crossed. Again. And I moved. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Slow. Fingers raised. Touched the belt. Unhooked the pin. Felt the leather shift. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Pulled it loose. It slid out. Dry sound. Smooth. Familiar. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I opened the buckle. One hand held it. Other went to his pant button. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Still breathing slow. Still kneeling. Still obeying. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Even as my mind… Was still catching up. Trying. Spinning. But too late. Too deep.
27-08-2025, 04:36 PM
Oooow ooow ....next next next ...???
Best writing bro...semma feel ....continue 
27-08-2025, 04:44 PM
Man... it’s torture to wait for the next part. The scene is seriously crazy. Can't rest till it's finished.
27-08-2025, 05:24 PM
Super update. He should urinate in her mouth and face for everything she did
27-08-2025, 10:12 PM
(This post was last modified: 27-08-2025, 10:12 PM by yazhiniram. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
Here I touched anything else—
Even before fingers moved fully— I saw it. Felt it. Knew it. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His cock. It was there. Standing. Hard. Fully. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Inside the pants. Pushing forward. Against the cloth. Firm. Solid. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The shape— It was clear. Pointed. Pressed. Alive. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I stared. And my throat— It went dry. Slightly. Just a little. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Like my breath paused. Like the heat went down inside. Settled at the base. Thick. Heavy. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But I didn’t stop. Didn’t look away. Didn’t hesitate. My hands— They moved. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Reached for the belt. The leather was warm. Tight. Tucked inside itself. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I touched the buckle first. That tongue of leather— It was inside the loop. Firm. Neat. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I slid it out. Slow. One hand holding the front. Other tugging the end. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The metal made a small click. Tiny sound. But loud to me. To my ears. To my breath. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I unthreaded it. Pulled it down. The belt dropped loose. Hung on both sides. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But the pant— It didn’t fall. Still up. Still tight. Still holding. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - There was a hook. Tiny one. Above the zipper. Sitting flat. Sitting strong. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I pulled at it. Pinched. Tugged. It didn’t move. Not at all. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I tried again. Held the cloth under. Gave a quick jerk. Still stiff. Still stuck. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Chee… what is this…” I muttered. Half under breath. Still kneeling. Still looking up. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then I heard him. A breath. Soft. Steady. Calm. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I looked again— And saw it. A movement. Small. But there. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He pulled his stomach in. Just a bit. A small tightening. Subtle. Quiet. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And the pant shifted. Just enough. The button gave a pop. Soft. Click. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I used the chance. Slipped my thumb. Behind the hook. One quick pull. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And it came loose. Smooth. Clean. Effortless now. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - One second later— I unzipped. Zzzkk— Dry sound. Loud. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That zipper sound— It echoed. In that room. In that moment. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I held both sides. Of the waistband. Pulled. Gentle. Then firm. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The pant began to slide. Down his thighs. Slow. Dropping. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And inside— It came forward. His cock. Pressed. Still trapped. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But pushing. Straight. Stiff. Heavy. Almost at my eye level. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Just looked. Just took it in. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His underwear— It was tight. Thick grey brief. With one front hold. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And from there— That cock. Was pushing. Trying to come out. Fighting the cloth. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It looked like a tent. Sharp shape. Heavy curve. Pointing up. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I raised my eyebrows. Without thinking. Stared. Hard. Focused. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That innerwear— It was struggling. One tiny opening in the front. Trying to hold back that monster. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I let out a breath. Through my nose. Quiet exhale. Amused. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then I said it. Low. Dry. Without thought. “…This brief has more job than you.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He didn’t laugh. Didn’t smile. Didn’t say anything. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Only his jaw— It tightened. I saw it. One second. Then— - - - - - - - - - - - - - - PAK! Another slap. Hard. On my other cheek. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The sound— Sharp. Real. It cut through the room. Through my chest. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My face jerked. To the left. Quick snap. Stunned. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I didn’t fall. Didn’t cry. But I gasped. Sharp breath. “Ahhh—” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My eyes shut. Tight. Instant. Breath caught. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That side of my face— Stung. Fast. Burned. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Sharp heat. Warm pain. Spreading. Flashing. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I touched it. With my left hand. Slowly. Still kneeling. Still under him. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His cock— Now hanging right in front of me. So close. So waiting. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My face? Red. Hot. Throbbing. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It hurt. Yes. But— Not the way I expected. Not rejection. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - There was something else. Inside that pain. Beneath the sting. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - A tingle. In my belly. In my chest. Down below. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Like my body— Liked it. Not just tolerated. Enjoyed it. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The heat travelled. From cheek to chest. To ribs. To navel. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I opened my eyes. Again. Slow. My lips parted. Breathing shallow. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Still stinging. Still burning. But something inside me… Liked how it felt. Loved how it hurt. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My cheek— It was still red. Still warm. Still tingling from that last slap. Like fire pressed into skin. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It wasn’t fading. Not yet. It stayed. That heat. That hum. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My breath— It was slower now. Heavy. Drawn out. Like wind through soft flame. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Air moved in. Then out. Through my mouth. Half open. Dry lips. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My knees— Still on the floor. Bent. Soft skin against tile. Silent. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Toes curled. Tucked under. Like a child kneeling in prayer. Still. Small. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My hands were loose. Near my lap. Not gripping. Just resting. Soft fingers. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And his cock— It was there. Right there. Still inside that brief. Still standing. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Still thick. Still full. Still waiting. Like a command. Without words. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He looked down at me. From above. From height. And I looked up. Still quiet. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - No smile. No frown. Just stillness. Then his voice— Finally. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Remove it. Why are you waiting?” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Rough voice. Not loud. Flat. Straight. Like order. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I didn’t reply. Didn’t argue. Didn’t smile. Didn’t tease. Not this time. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I just moved. Because that voice— And that slap— And that heat inside me— They had all mixed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Everything had shifted. Blended. Changed me. Softened me. Owned me. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I felt like I was already his. I didn’t say it. But I felt it. All through my breath. All through my body. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I reached forward. Hands light. Touching his pants again. They were loose. Half fallen already. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I pulled them down. Lower. Past his thighs. Over his knees. Slow fabric. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - They dropped to the floor. Soft sound. Quiet rustle. His legs were bare. Exposed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Brown. Strong. Lightly hairy. Warm. Real. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I looked up once more. At him. At what was left. Just that brief. Tight. Holding. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Holding that cock inside. Barely. Like a snake trapped in cloth. Alive. Pressing. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I brought my fingers up. Soft. Slow. Touched the waistband. Held it. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Both sides. Firm grip. Then— I tugged. Down. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Over his hips. Bit by bit. The cloth dragged. Stretched. Rubbed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Against his cock. And it twitched. I felt it. Before I saw it. Just that tiny jump. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then the head— It pushed forward. Out of the front hole. Flushed. Thick. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Shining. Wet light on the skin. Then— FLOP. It came out. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The whole cock. Heavy. Big. Full. Alive. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Bounced up. Straight. Hard. Like it had its own will. Like it was angry. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And it hit me. Right there. Bottom of my chin. Solid slap. “Mmhh—” I let out a sound. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Neck tilted back. Slight. My body absorbed it. That weight. That message. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That cock. Thick. Dark. Long. Eight inches. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Slapped my chin. Not soft. But not cruel. Just… there. Claiming space. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Heavy. Warm. Still bouncing. Still alive. Still mine to face. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I froze. Still kneeling. Still silent. Eyes wide. Breath shallow. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My chest lifted. Once. With breath. With feeling. With need. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That thing— It wasn’t calm. Not resting. It was slapping. Demanding. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Not with hand. With cock. With power. With message. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It twitched again. Jumped. Then brushed— The side of my mouth. Soft swipe. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Like it was choosing. Where to land next. Where to speak next. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My lips— Still open. Still parted. Still warm from breath. Still stinging from slap. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Now— My face. Getting beat again. But not by hand. By cock. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And I didn’t move. Not even one inch. Not even to flinch. I stayed. Ready. Waiting. Wanting. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The cock bounced again. Softly. Not angry. Not hard-hitting. Just that same heavy bounce. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That thick, flushed head— It swung up once more. And then… came back down. Not on my lips. Just below. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It landed softly. Right there. Under my lower lip. Pressed against my chin. Heavy. Warm. Real. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And with that touch— With that soft weight— Came a smell. A smell that was sharp. That was strong. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Not a sweet smell. Not like perfume. Not like skin. But something else. Something bad. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Urine. It smelled like that. Exactly like that. Like piss. Fresh. Harsh. Dirty. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It hit me straight. Right in the nose. No delay. No warning. No hiding. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Sweaty. Sour. Raw. Deep. Like it had stayed there. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Like that part hadn’t been washed. In two days. Maybe more. The smell was thick. Strong like smoke. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My face changed. Just slightly. My lips stayed shut. But my nostrils flared. I couldn’t stop that. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That first breath— It entered me. Went all the way up. And made my eyes blink. One quick flutter. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My shoulders reacted. Pulled back. Just an inch. Reflex. No thinking. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I didn’t say anything. Not out loud. But my body said. Said something. By that one inch back. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My lips— They pressed together. Tight. Like holding back breath. Like sealing the taste out. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I was still kneeling. Still down there. Still facing it. Still looking. Still under him. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That cock— It was out. Fully out. Free. Alive. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Twitching. Like breath. Like animal. Veins showing. Thick and wet and full. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But that smell… It stayed. Didn’t fade. Didn’t soften. Didn’t let me forget. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And yet— Inside me… Something. Shifted. Changed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That shame feeling. That tight feeling. The one that hides. That one. It woke up. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Strange heat. Inside my chest. Inside my thighs. Low down. Quiet but real. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I didn’t like it. No. Not the smell. Not the touch. Not the dirt. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But I wasn’t stopping. Not yet. Not fully. And that… That made it worse. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I blinked again. Eyes wet. Neck stiff. Head full. Chest tight. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I pulled back a little. Small move. Inch of space. Not escape. Just space. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - As I moved— That cock brushed. Down my neck. Left a trail. Of heat. Of smell. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then— His hand. I felt it. On my head. Back side. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Grabbed my hair. Tight grip. Not gentle. Not pulling yet. But firm. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Like warning. Like hold. Like signal. Without voice. Without need. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Prakash—wait—” I said it. Soft voice. Almost whisper. Trembling. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But he didn’t wait. He already tugged. Not hard. But enough. To move me. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My head went forward. A little. Toward it. Toward the heat. Toward the smell. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I turned. Neck tilted. To the side. To avoid. To resist. Quietly. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My lips parted. Only half. One breath. Out. Soft. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Stop…” I said. One word. One line. From deep inside. From my chest. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That cock— It touched. Right at my mouth. Rested. Hot. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I kept lips shut. Tight shut. But it was there. Touching. Pressing. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I opened eyes fully. Wide. Clear. Looked up. At him. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “It’s too big,” I said. Real voice. Real breath. Real fear. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - One sentence. One truth. “I can’t.” I told him. Not joking. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Breathing hard. Nose full of smell. Mouth full of heat. Head full of worry. Still kneeling. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “I can’t take it in my mouth,” I added. Soft voice. Trying. Holding. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He didn’t reply. Not to that. Didn’t say sorry. Didn’t ask. Just looked. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then— He said one thing. “You can, madam.” Just that. With straight voice. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Like joke. Like order. Both together. And that word— “Madam.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He brought it back. Like slap. In a smile. And it hurt. A different hurt. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I looked up. Eyes half-wet. Lips half-open. Heart too full. Neck too tired. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His hand tugged again. Lower. My face went closer. The cock now… On my lip. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Still hot. Still smelling. Still waiting. Still pressing. Still wrong. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I turned my face. Again. Neck moved. Lips moved. Breath cracked. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Not like this…” I said it. Broken. Low. Real. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then I spoke again. Sharper this time. “At least go and wash.” My voice— Half-plea. Half-command. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I raised one hand. Touched his thigh. Soft. Not push. Just asking. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “I’ll wait,” I said. Voice soft. Quiet. Tired. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Honest. Real. Still breathing. Still smelling. Still kneeling. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He didn’t go. Didn’t wash. Didn’t move. Just stood. Still holding my hair. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then he said— “No.” Flat word. No rise. No fall. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Final. Quiet. Cold. Still real. Still there. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That cock— Still at my lips. Still smelling. Still pressing. Still waiting. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And me? Still on my knees. Still breathing. Still thinking. Still torn between disgust… And heat. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He pushed me. Not hard. Not fast. But with weight. With full body. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That smell— Oh god. That thick, sharp, rotting smell. It hit my nose again. Full force. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Not like before. Not a hint. Not in the air. Now it was direct. Right at my face. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Filthy. Humid. Like wet heat. Like something old. Something used. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Like rubber and salt. Like socks after rain. Like cloth not dried properly. And underneath that— A body smell. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It touched my lips. That thing. That cock. With all that smell. And I said no. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - No. Inside my head. No. Again. But quiet. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I didn’t want to open. I didn’t. I held my breath. Tight. Like balloon. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I tightened my lips. Clenched them. Made them small. Made them shut. Like wall. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I shook my head. Just a little. Little tremble. Saying no. Saying please no. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But my lips— They betrayed me. They opened. Not big. Not wide. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Just enough. One breath. One soft gap. And that was enough. It slipped in. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I didn’t even know. I wasn’t thinking. It just happened. My mouth— It opened. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And then— The taste. It came. Right there. On my tongue. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Salty. So salty. More than sea. More than sweat. Like poison sweat. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It burned. Burned my tongue. Like metal. Like rust. Like old tap water. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Like something stale. Something sour. Not food. Not body. Something worse. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My head jerked. Back. Just slightly. Reflex. Like animal. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I almost gagged. It rose. Inside me. That gag. Throat tight. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Uhkk—” It came out. From my mouth. From deep inside. Sound of shock. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But his hand— It didn’t let me go. Didn’t loosen. Didn’t let me pull back. Just stayed there. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then— He pushed again. Forward. Just one inch. Then two. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Thick. Dry. Warm. It entered me. Fully. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My eyes widened. Big. Round. I couldn’t believe. It was happening. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My throat squeezed. Tightened. Reflex again. But too late. It was inside. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Inside. My mouth. My jaw. My breath. Everything full. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Mmhhh—!” That noise. That small whimper. It came from me. Soft and weak. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My lips stretched. Too wide. Too fast. Pain came. At the sides. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My jaw hurt. Already. Just holding it. Just trying. To stay there. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The taste— It grew stronger. Like rust. Like salt. Like warm skin. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My tongue curled. Back. Tried to run. Tried to hide. But there was no space. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The base— It reached. Pressed on my lips. Thick. Still pushing. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Still going in. More. Not stopping. And me— Not stopping either. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Uhhhkk—no—wait—” I tried. Tried to say. Tried to breathe. But it was inside. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Half my throat. Full of it. Thick shape. Too big. Too dry. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Tears came. In my eyes. Fast. Without asking. Like pain tears. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I tried to breathe. Through my nose. Desperate. Panicked. But— - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That smell. Worse now. Hot. Sweaty. So male. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Filled my head. My brain. My chest. My whole mind. Flooded. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Like a hundred days of summer. Stuck. Inside my nose. No escape. No mercy. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His skin— Smelled like guardroom. Like sweat soaked into shirt. No fan. No breeze. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I blinked. Hard. Dizzy. My throat pulsed. I was choking. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But not stopping. Why? Why wasn’t I stopping? Why wasn’t I pushing him? Why was I… - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I shifted. On my knees. To adjust. To find breath. And I felt it. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Wetness. Between my thighs. Real. Silent. Thick. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Not dripping. But there. Sitting. Waiting. Present. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - No. No. No. I wasn’t supposed to feel this. Not now. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Not here. Not during this. Not while gagging. Not while hurting. But… - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It was still inside. Still deep. Still pushing. Still there. Still real. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He didn’t speak. Not one word. Not even breath. Just his hand. On my head. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Holding. Not rough. But firm. Like grip. Like border. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Fingers in my hair. At the roots. Still. Waiting. Pressing. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I couldn’t look. Not up. Not around. Just stayed. Still. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I blinked again. Eyes full. Then— I pulled back. Just a little. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Half inch. A gasp. My lips free. Saliva dropped. Down my chin. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That taste— Still there. Still burning. Still sitting. Still raw. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My chest rose. One big breath. Trying to recover. Trying to breathe. But— - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Before I could— He pushed. Again. Back in. Same speed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Two inches. Same depth. Same gag. Same “uhkk—!” Same helpless sound. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I slapped. His thigh. Weak. Not full. Not to stop. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Just reflex. Just my body. Telling him. Something. Anything. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But I didn’t stop him. Not really. I didn’t pull him out. I didn’t run. I stayed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My jaw— Still open. Still wide. Still aching. Still obeying. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He was there. In my mouth. Full. Alive. Claiming space. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I wanted to say something. Anything. But nothing came. Just a whimper. Soft. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Mhhh…” That sound. All I could give. All I had. Mouth full. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His other hand— It came. Touched my neck. Side of it. Held me. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Not kind. Not cruel. Just holding. Just present. Just there. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He stood there. While his cock— Sat inside my mouth. Like it belonged. Like it lived there. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - What was I doing? Why was I letting this happen? I didn’t know. I didn’t understand. But I felt it. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I moved my thighs again. Soft. Slow. Secret. Checked. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - God. Still wet. Still warm. Still aroused. Still real. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Even now. Even like this. While gagging. While crying. Still wet. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He pushed again. One more time. Small. Same depth. Two inches. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My throat closed. Again. Reflex. Same sound. “Uhhk—” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My fingers— Dug into his thighs. Tight. But not to pull. Not to run. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I stayed there. Still. Still kneeling. Still choking. Still obeying. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That taste— Still in my mouth. Thick. Filthy. Heavy. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My eyes burned. My lips stretched. My body trembled. And my body… My body was wet. Soaking wet. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I tried to pull back. My body moved. My shoulders leaned. Even a little. Just to get space. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Just an inch. Half-inch also. Anything. Any gap. To breathe. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But he didn’t let me. His hand stayed. Firm. Heavy. Strong. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - On the back of my head. Fingers tangled in hair. No pulling. No hurting. Just… not letting go. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Not rough. Not violent. Just unyielding. Like stone. Like wall. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I brought my hands forward. Palms open. Fingers shaking. I placed them— On his thighs. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I pushed. Slow first. Then harder. Trying to push myself back. Away. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But it was useless. Like trying to move tree. Like pushing a pillar. Solid. Unmoving. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Mmghh—!” That sound came from me. A struggle. A groan. Throat half-blocked. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That thick head of him— Still inside my mouth. Still hot. Still full. Still filling me. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then— He started moving. First slowly. Then rhythm came. One movement. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Not fast. Not thrusting. Just a slow glide. Back. Then forward. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He pulled out— Only a little. Maybe one inch. Then pushed again. Same pace. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And again. And again. Like rocking. Like tide. Slow and steady. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Not deep. Not rough. But sure. Unstoppable. Soft but strong. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Each time— My jaw stretched. Wider. Bit more. Pain growing. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My lips— They burned. The corners pulled. Like tearing. Dry skin aching. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Uhhhhn—” Another noise. From my chest. From inside. Helpless. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That gag— It teased. Back of my throat. In and out. Like wave hitting shore. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Every movement— It tapped something. Too deep. Too raw. Too tight. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And that smell— Worse now. God. That same thick smell. It filled me. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Old sweat. Dried piss. Sour heat. Cotton left in sun. Pressed against skin. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It came back. Every breath. Inside my nose. Like poison air. Sharp and sticky. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My nostrils flared. Tried to filter. Tried to manage. But it made it worse. So much worse. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I could smell it— The line. Where his underwear pressed. All day. Trapped heat. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That deep male skin. Sharp. Sour. Hot. Alive. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The back of my neck tingled. But not nice. Not pleasure. But shame. But sting. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Still kneeling. Still gagging. Still holding his thighs. Like handles. Like ropes. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Still wet. Still. Even now. Even this way. Still wet. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Why? Why was I wet? Why was my body… Still reacting? Still giving? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I tried again. One more time. This time pushed harder. Palms against thigh. Shoulder twisting. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My body leaned. Back. Like escape. Like breaking free. Almost. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Almost free. One inch more. Just about. Then he moved. Different now. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He stopped. Pulled out halfway. Sudden. My mouth empty. My lips open. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I coughed. Gasped. Breath came in. Big and sharp. Air tasted dirty. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My lips— Soaked. Drool dripping. Sticky trail on chin. Wet mouth. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And in that second— That breath— I thought maybe… Maybe it was over. Maybe he was done. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I looked up. Wide-eyed. Mouth open. Cheeks red. Tears shining. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Please…” I tried to say. But no word came. Only air. Only croak. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But his eyes— Didn’t soften. Not even blink. Just fixed. Still. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And in his face— I saw it. I knew it. He wasn’t going to stop. Not now. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That look. Quiet. Fixed. Heavy. Not angry. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Something else. More dangerous. More certain. Like stone. Like decision. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He was going to continue. I saw it. Felt it. Understood it. Because— - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I had started it. I had opened my mouth. Let him in. Provoked him. Dared. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And now— I was facing it. Facing what I had asked for. Even without knowing. Even without wanting. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My stomach dropped. Like falling. Like something broke. Down inside. Heavy. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Shame. It came. Not regret. Not fear. Just helplessness. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Hot. Heavy. Like iron. Inside chest. On skin. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My fingers trembled. Still on his thighs. Still clinging. Still pleading. Weak. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I tried again. One last pull. One twist. My body leaned back. One inch. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His hand— It tightened. Quick. Before I could turn— Before I could move— - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Thapp! The sound came first. Then the heat. Slap. Right across my cheek. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Not full force. But enough. To sting. To stop. To shock. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I froze. Eyes wide. Still. Silent. Breath stuck. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Heat spread. Across my cheek. Like paint. Like fire. Red. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My mouth— It opened. Not thinking. Just reaction. “Ahh—” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And that— That was all he needed. One gap. One second. He pushed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Harder. Deeper. One motion. Fast. Full. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His cock— It filled my mouth again. And more. More than before. More than I thought. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Four inches. I felt it. I counted it. I lived it. Inside me. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It hit deep. Roof of my mouth. Scratched it. Thick. Hot. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My tongue flattened. Underneath. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to breathe. Just hold. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My throat jumped. Panic. Tightness. Reflex. Gag. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “UUHHHK—!” I jerked. Forward. Then froze. No escape. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Tears ran down. Both cheeks. Steady. Warm. Shameful. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My lips— Stretched wide. So wide. They throbbed. They begged. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My chin— Dripped. Wet from drool. From breath. From him. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His skin— Hot in my mouth. Alive. Pulsing. Claiming me. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Too big. Too deep. But still inside. Still whole. Still him. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And his hand— Still there. On my head. Firm. Holding. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Not shaking. Not jerking. Just still. Just there. Just owning. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And I stayed. On my knees. On the floor. With that heavy, thick dick buried four inches deep inside my choking, soaking mouth.
27-08-2025, 10:16 PM
He didn’t say a word.
Not even one. Not even a whisper. No breath sound. No grunt. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He just moved. Like breath. Like wave. Smooth. Certain. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Slow. So slow. He pulled back. Soft sound. Then forward again. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Again slow. Same beat. Same glide. Not rush. Not force. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Back. And forward. One rhythm. One tempo. One body. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My head— It rocked. Not because he pushed. Not pulled. Just… rhythm. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Like my body… Was syncing. To his motion. Without asking. Without thinking. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My mouth— It was losing the fight. Slowly. Quietly. Without drama. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My jaw… Stopped resisting. It didn’t fight. Didn’t clench. Just opened. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Hung open. Too tired now. Muscles soft. Like cloth. Just… accepting. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I could feel it. The stretch. Still there. But not new. Not shocking anymore. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Still wide. Still sore. Still full. But not tearing. Not panicking. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My lips— They had gone numb. From stretching so wide. From holding him. Too long. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The corners— They burned. That raw feeling. Like skin split. Like paper cut. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And the drool— Oh god. It was dripping now. Not drops. Not soft. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Long strands. Stretchy. Sticky. From my chin to neck. Pulled like thread. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It soaked— The front of my blouse. My chest. My throat. That cloth stuck to me. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Every time— He pulled out a bit. More drool came. With him. Clinging. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Sticky. Hanging. Like syrup. Like spider web. Wet and shiny. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I wasn’t swallowing. Not anymore. Not even trying. There was no time. Only movement. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Push. Pause. Pull. Pause. Push again. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Every deep stroke— Brought the gag. Not loud. Not violent. Just dull. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Helpless choking. From my throat. Soft. Regular. Surrendered. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Ghhk—uhhn—ghk—” That sound. From me. Every time. Like habit. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But he understood. Somehow. Without talking. Without asking. He knew. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Because every time— The gag hit hard, He pulled back. Just a little. Just enough. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Like his cock— Knew. Where to stop. When to stop. When to wait. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - As if— It had done this before. Trained. Experienced. Certain. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Like my mouth— Was a sheath. For him. Learning its shape. Learning how to hold. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My throat… God. It felt used. Touched again and again. Pressed and rubbed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Each movement— Scratched the roof of my mouth. Rubbed my tongue. Nudged the back. Hit the wall. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That edge. Where I couldn’t take more. He danced on it. Didn’t cross. Just tested. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Fucking my face— Like music. One-two. One-two. Slow drumbeat. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Hypnotic. Mindless. Automatic. And me— Just there. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Drooling. Like a broken tap. Steady line. From lips to neck. To chest. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My whole chin— Soaked. Slippery. Shiny. Raw. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Even my nose— Was starting to run. Thin drip. Joining the wet mess. No control. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Still gagging. Still choking. But not stopping. Not pulling back. Not fighting. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I didn’t know why. Truly. Didn’t understand. But it was happening. Like surrender. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My body… Had given in. Some part of me. Had accepted. Without voice. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His cock— Moved in and out. Wet. Hot. Salty. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Rubbed my tongue. Pressed my roof. Claimed space. Took shape. Stayed there. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That gag— Now background. Softer. Like distant drum. Not screaming. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My hands— Still holding his thighs. Fingers curled. Nails light. No grip. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then suddenly— He let go. Of my head. Just for a second. I blinked. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then— He took my right hand. Firm grip. Not rough. Not loose. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He pulled it. Forward. Then down. I followed. Still confused. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then I felt it. Hair. Curly. Dense. Wet with sweat. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His balls. My palm touched. The skin. Rough. Soft beneath. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Warm. Swinging. Alive. Heavy. Like small animal. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He pressed my hand there. Firmly. Not forcing. Just placing. Like saying: hold this. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I didn’t move. Didn’t ask. Just looked up. Eyes glossy. Throat twitching. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His cock— Still in my mouth. Still moving. Still filling. Still there. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then I gripped. Stupidly. Awkward. Like I didn’t know how. Like mistake. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - They shifted. Inside my hand. Heavy. Real. Furry fruit. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And his cock… It didn’t stop. It kept moving. In and out. In and out. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Like it belonged there. Fully. Claimed. Fitted. And my mouth… Was starting to shape around it. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He was fucking my mouth. No doubt now. No maybe. No confusion. He was doing it. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Fucking. Not teasing. Not nudging. Not pressing. But fucking. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That rhythm— It returned. Same as before. But different now. Faster. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The slow back-and-forth— It changed. Became something else. Steady. Relentless. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Pump. In. Out. In. Out. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - No stop. No wait. No ask. Just drive. Just rhythm. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My head— It rocked with it. Loose. Like doll. Like toy. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My lips— Flapping wetly. Around his shaft. Stretched. Slippery. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And I— I was making sounds. Me. From my mouth. From my throat. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Not words. Not cries. Just noises. Wet. Helpless. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Mhhkk—ghk—mhhh—uhhn—” Each one— Fell out. From inside. Trapped. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Trapped under him. Under his thick length. Each sound bouncing. Off my tongue. Out through lips. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And the spit— God. There was so much. Too much. Endless. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Thick. Stringy. Ropes of it. Clinging to his shaft. Pulling from my lips. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Some of it— Hung. Between us. Like thread. Like glue. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My mouth— To his cock. A bridge. Made of spit. Made of need. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And in that spit— Something new. Something different. Warm. Strange. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Pre-cum. I could taste it. Sudden. Bitter. Soft. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Like plastic. Like warm salt. Like something not clean. But not dirty either. Just… there. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I didn’t flinch. Not even blink. No protest. My mouth… Accepted it. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That sharp urine stink— From earlier. It was fading. Gone now. Almost. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Maybe my nose— Had adjusted. Or maybe— His pre-cum washed it out. Changed it. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Now— Only musk. Male. Warm. Like locker. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Not unpleasant. Just strong. Just heady. Just there. On my skin. In my mouth. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And I— I was still holding his balls. No. Not just holding. Playing. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - When did that start? I didn’t know. Couldn’t remember. Just happened. Like breath. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My fingers— Moving without thought. Curling around. Squeezing gently. Feeling him. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - They swung— With every thrust. Loose. Heavy. Real. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And me— Petting them. Thumb circling. Fingertips brushing hair. Palm pressing soft. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Like I knew how. Like I’d done this before. I hadn’t. But my hand… It remembered. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Same rhythm. Same tempo. Same strokes. My hand and his cock. Moving together. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And my mouth— It had opened more. Wider now. No force. Just surrender. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I couldn’t take him fully. Still too big. Still too thick. Still too much. Still trying. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Each thrust— Left one inch outside. The base. Veined. Slick with spit. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Shiny. Hard. Waiting. Beating with pulse. Right at my lips. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But he didn’t slow. Not one bit. He went faster. Firmer. Deeper. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My head— Jerked with each one. Back and forth. Like toy. No control. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His skin— Slapped my lips. Again and again. Sticky sounds. Sharp pressure. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My throat— Fluttered. Tightened. Jumped. Held. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The wet sounds— Louder now. Worse. Obscene. Unstoppable. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Ghhkk—uhhk—slrk—mmhh—” Over and over. No breaks. No pause. Just noise. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Drool— Ran freely now. Down my chin. Over my throat. Dripped between my breasts. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I couldn’t breathe fully. Didn’t try. Didn’t care. Mouth too full. Too stretched. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My mouth— Had given up. It wasn’t mine. Just a hole now. His. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - A home for his cock. Jaw aching. Lips stinging. Nose dripping. Neck stiff. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But my fingers— Still played with his balls. Gently. Regular. Like I owned them. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Rolling. Squeezing. Petting. Slow circles. Like second nature. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - As if— This was my job. My role. My ritual. Mine. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And my mind— Blank. No thought. No plan. Just rhythm. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Only cock. And spit. And skin. And pulse. And movement. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then— Suddenly— He pulled out. All of it. One sharp move. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That thick shaft— Slid out. Fast. Wet. Loud. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Plup.” That sound. Sloppy. Smacking. Like kiss. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And I gasped. Mouth still open. Breath caught. Throat sore. Lips parted. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Chin soaked. Face red. Eyes wet. And hands— Still there. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Still cupping his balls. Still holding him. Like nothing had happened. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The moment he pulled out— I felt something. Not relief. Not freedom. But emptiness. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Empty. Not only in my mouth. Not only on my tongue. But inside. In my chest. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - In my head. Like something unplugged. Disconnected. Removed. Quiet. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Air rushed in. Fast. Cold. Strange. Like winter breath. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I coughed. Once. Then again. Jaw snapped shut. On its own. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But it trembled. Like shivering. The corners of my lips— They felt raw. Pulled. Tired. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My throat— It throbbed. Like pipe had been forced in. Stretched. Then removed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I blinked. Once. Then again. My eyes wet. My mind blank. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Spit— Ran down my chin. Big drops. Fat. Sticky. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Soaking into my blouse. Right at the top. Near the buttons. Dark patch. Wet cotton. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My knees— Still on the floor. Still bent. Still frozen. Numb. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My hands— Still on him. Still touching. His balls. Loose and wet. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then— He looked at me. Not smiling. Not frowning. Just… looking. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Expressionless. Nothing in his face. No smirk. No pride. No victory. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Just calm. Like shadow. Still. Dark. Present. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And then— He stood. Slow. No word. No help. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - No kiss. No touch. No gesture. Nothing. Just standing. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He adjusted himself. Casually. As if fixing a belt. As if wiping his face. Normal. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - For one second— I stared up. From below. My knees still down. My mouth still half open. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My lips— Swollen. Sticky. Shiny with spit. Slightly open. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He looked down. At himself. At his cock. Wet. Red near the ridge. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Coated in spit. My spit. Our spit. From my mouth. Still glistening. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then— He looked away. No word. No kiss. Nothing. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That part— It hit something. Inside me. Not pain. Not rejection. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Just space. A strange space. Empty. Open. Quiet. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My hands— Dropped. Slow. From his body. To my lap. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He unbuttoned his shirt. Now. One by one. Slow fingers. Like routine. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Casual. No rush. No tension. Like at home. Like comfort. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Like it was his room. Not mine. Not shared. Only his. Only for him. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He dropped the shirt. Then vest. Then pants. Then underwear. Everything. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - All on the floor. One pile. Soft cloth. Empty shell. Gone. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And me— Still kneeling. Still silent. Still wet-faced. Still warm. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He walked over. Naked. Without shame. Without pause. Without mask. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Thick legs. Dark with hair. Feet firm. Steps slow. Close. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Belly soft. But full. Chest open. Cock hanging. Still wet. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He sat. On the bed. Our bed. Just like that. No ask. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Right in the middle. Legs wide. Balls resting down. Between his thighs. Like they belonged there. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I blinked again. Still down. Still floor. Still stuck. Still spinning. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - What was I doing? What was this? What was happening? No answer. Just breath. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He reached. Grabbed my wrist. Simple hold. Not tight. Just sure. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He pulled. Gently. Forward. Up. Inviting. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I stood. Slow. Legs wobbled. Unsteady. Still dazed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - No words. From him. From me. Only breath. Only silence. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Breathing hard. But quiet. Face hot. Chest tight. Skin buzzing. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He pulled me closer. Still holding my wrist. Then leaned back. On the bed. One slow motion. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Flat. Back on sheet. Like resting. Like relaxing. After long day. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And me— He pulled me too. Right on top. I stumbled. Fell a little. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Knees landed. On the bed. Either side of his hips. Now I was— Straddling him. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Me fully clothed. He, fully nude. My skirt loose. His cock softening. But warm. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My thighs— Touched his stomach. Light. Warm. Firm. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My breasts— Just above his chest. Breath rising. And falling. Like tide. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His cock— Touched my inner thigh. Still wet. From my mouth. Sticky heat. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I felt it. Breathless. Was he going to— Fuck me? Was this it? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Done with my mouth. Now ready for more? For next part? I didn’t know. My body asked. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But he didn’t move. Not like that. Didn’t thrust. Didn’t pull. Didn’t open buttons. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He slid down. Back against bedsheet. Head to pillow. Hips flat. Eyes calm. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And he pulled me. With him. Not rough. But straight. Smooth shift. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Now I was lower. My hips moved. Back. To balance. To hold position. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And I felt it. Suddenly. His knees. Under my thighs. Supporting me. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He had moved me. Not over his cock. Not between legs. But back. Lower. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My ass— Now resting just above his knees. Skirt bunched. Thighs exposed. Breath quick. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then his hands came. Both. Upward. To my shoulders. Firm. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And he pushed. Not body. Not waist. But head. My head. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Down. Slowly. Guiding. Not force. But final. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - No struggle. No option. Just path. One line. One command. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I froze. Just for one second. Paused. Because I knew. Already knew. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Where he was sending me. What he wanted. Where this was going. My mouth had taken him. Now he wanted more. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He pushed again. Gently. But sure. And I obeyed. No protest. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My head lowered. Neck bending. Hair falling. Face moving down. Over his stomach. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Past his belly. Past his navel. Breath hot on skin. Eyes half closed. Breath slower. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And then… Right to his balls. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He removed his hand from my head. Just like that. No grip now. No fingers. No weight. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Just air. Just nothing. Like a thread snapped. Like leash untied. Like he trusted. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Trusted I’d stay. Trusted I’d do. Trusted I’d finish. Not with words. But with stillness. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He didn’t move. Didn’t pull. Didn’t guide. Just waited. Just breathed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And me— I didn’t move either. Not right away. Not fast. Not with want. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Just stayed. Right there. Face hanging. Just above his crotch. So close. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My breath— It brushed. Softly. Across his skin. Across those balls. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - They were right there. Hanging. Loose. Heavy. Still damp. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I looked at them. Just looked. One second. Two. Three. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Half-shaven. Half-wild. Hair stuck to sweat. Curly tufts. Skin dark. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Darker than before. Maybe from spit. Maybe from blood. Maybe from shadow. I didn’t know. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - They moved. Just a little. Every breath he took— They twitched. Soft sway. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The skin— So strange. Wrinkled. But soft. Like dried fruit. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But heavier. Fleshier. More alive. Not dry. Not dead. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I swallowed. Once. Hard. Throat sore. Still sore. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then my tongue came out. Slow. Unsure. Like it was learning. Like it wasn’t mine. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My hand— It moved too. Without thought. Reached. Found him. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His cock. Still warm. Still damp. Still thick. Still real. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I wrapped my fingers around. Held. Felt it settle. Heavier than before. Like it knew my palm. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My thumb— It rubbed. Gently. Just under. Near the base. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Slick already. From spit. From before. Still wet. Still pulsing. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then I leaned. Head down. Face close. Lips parted. Tongue forward. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And touched. Just touched. With the tip. One ball. One stroke. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The taste— It hit. Fast. Strong. Familiar now. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That smell. That same smell. From before. Sour. Male. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Like briefs. Like old clothes. Like sweat. And maybe… A little piss. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But I didn’t stop. Didn’t recoil. Didn’t blink. My head stayed. My tongue moved. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Maybe I was used to it. Maybe my brain… Had shifted. Maybe I didn’t care. Not anymore. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I licked again. Slower. Longer. From base to fold. Savoring. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Salty. Musky. Real. Like skin. Alive skin. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His thighs— They jerked. One twitch. Then still. Then breath. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I didn’t stop. Swirled now. Circles. Little ones. Between them. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Where the skin folded. Where they met. That seam. That soft crease. I licked there. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He was silent. Still. But I felt him. His chest. Rising slower. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Like melting. Like surrender. Like trust. Not loud. But full. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My hand— It gripped. Tighter now. His shaft— It grew. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Thicker. Heavier. Hardening again. With each lick. With each second. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I bent lower. Mouth open. One ball. I sucked it. Gently. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It filled me. Not like his cock. Different. Soft. But full. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Slippery. Warm. Skin folding. My tongue underneath. Holding. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then I let go. And took the other. Same way. Same suck. Same pull. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His crotch— It was soaked. From my mouth. From drool. From breath. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Wet sounds. Sticky. Thin trails. From lips to skin. To crease. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then I moved. Mouth up. Tongue out. From base to top. One long drag. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Over veins. Over shaft. Over ridge. Up to tip. There it was. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Pre-cum. A drop. Clear. Sticky. Waiting. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I didn’t think. Just moved. Lips wrapped. Mouth opened. I began. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My second one. A blowjob. Slow. Focused. Careful. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He slid in. Not all. Still big. Still hard. But smoother. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My hand stayed. At the base. Guiding. Helping. Holding. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My lips moved. Better now. My tongue— It knew. Where to press. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I sucked. I licked. I pulled. I gave. And he— - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He lay there. Still. Flat. Naked. Quiet. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Eyes closed. One arm up. The other near me. Not touching. Just resting. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He wasn’t watching. Wasn’t moving. Wasn’t helping. Just letting me. Just receiving. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Like it was normal. Like it was mine to do. Like I belonged there. Mouth full. Heart quiet. I kept going. Just like that. My lips— They stayed on him. My hand— - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It kept moving. Together. With my mouth. With my breath. No thought now. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Just rhythm. Slow. Steady. Even. Like habit. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - In. Out. Suck. Glide. Hold. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My tongue curled. Under the shaft. Each time. A little scoop. A little press. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My lips— They held him. Not tight. Not loose. Just enough. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Spit covered everything. My mouth. My chin. The base of his cock. The sheet beneath us. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It was wet now. So wet. Sticky threads. Glossy sheen. Sloppy sounds. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And I— I didn’t care. Not even a little. My jaw ached. But I didn’t stop. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He tasted— Like salt. Like skin. Like heat. And something deeper. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Something leftover. From earlier. From me. From us. Mixed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then suddenly— It changed. His hand came down. Fast. Firm. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Right on my head. The back. One palm. Heavy. Not angry. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Not guiding. Not pressing in. Not controlling. Just— Stopping. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - A pause. A halt. A message. And I froze. Mid-suck. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His cock— Still inside. Halfway. Still warm. Still slick. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My fingers— Still gripping. Still holding the base. Steady. Waiting. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then he pulled me. Upward. Not rough. Not sudden. Just… upward. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Like lifting something. Something soft. From the ground. He picked me. From his cock. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I followed. Mouth wet. Nose blocked. Eyes blinking. Face flushed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I moved up. Across him. Chest. Stomach. Belly. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then— He kissed me. Finally. Without waiting. Without pause. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His lips— They landed. On mine. Wet. Heavy. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - No gentleness. No question. Just kiss. Full. Claiming. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His tongue— It entered. Fast. Certain. Hungry. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He tasted me. And him. Mixed together. On my lips. In my mouth. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - There was no shame. No flinch. No grimace. Just more. More kiss. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Hot breath. Wet lips. Soft noses brushing. His hand— It found my waist. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Held me there. Then— A shift. One movement. One turn. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He flipped me. Like page. Like cloth. Onto my back. Flat. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I gasped. One sound. Soft. Breathless. Surprised. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The bed caught me. Sheets wrinkled. Skirt bunched. Hair stuck. Face warm. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He didn’t stop. Not even wait. Hands came. Strong. Heavy. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Under my knees. Gripping. Pushing. Opening. Wide. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Wider than I would. Wider than I could. My legs— They trembled. Shocked. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The air touched me. Cool. Wet. Right there. Between. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My panties— Soaked. Like glue. Clinging. Melting. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He grabbed them. No gentleness. No slow. Just tug. Snap. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Elastic pulled. Snapped. Then down. To my knees. Left hanging. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I didn’t speak. Couldn’t. My heart— It thundered. Too loud. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - In my ears. In my throat. My whole body— Buzzing. Still. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He moved. Sat between my legs. Firm. Ready. Cock in hand. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Hard now. Wet. Red. Shiny. Aimed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He looked. Down. At me. At my centre. Then pressed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I gasped. One sharp sound. Mouth open. Head back. “Ahhh—” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The tip— It touched me. Hot. Alive. Real. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My folds parted. From the heat. From the pressure. And he— He pushed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Just one inch. But it burned. Not sharp. But deep. Stretching. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Like opening. A part of me. That was shut. For too long. Now waking. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He pushed more. My hips jerked. My back arched. His hands— They held me down. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - No delay. No ask. Just push. Inch by inch. Heavier. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My walls fought. Tight. Clenching. But losing. Slowly. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Unghh…” That sound— It escaped. From me. From deep. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It hurt. Yes. It stretched. Yes. But— - - - - - - - - - - - - - - God— I needed it. That ache. That press. That weight. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Even if it tore. Even if I wept. Even if it marked me. I needed him. Inside. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That cock. That thickness. That pain. That pressure. That fill. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He entered me. Truly. Finally. No stopping. No pause. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Slow. Deliberate. So slow. Not harsh. Not sudden. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Just one… Long… Push. Heavy. Full. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I felt it. Every inch. Every line. As he spread me. Wider. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My lips parted. No sound. Just breath. Through my nose. Sharp. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He was inside. Truly inside. Not just touching. Not just pressing. But in. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The first inch— It felt like a punch. Like a fist. Thick. Intruding. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then the second. Deeper. Hotter. Heavier. Like a stretch. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then the third. My walls— They fluttered. Squeezed. Tried to adjust. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It was heat. Real heat. Not just friction. But pressure. Weight. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His cock— I already knew. It was thick. But inside— It felt bigger. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Too big. Too deep. Like it was making space. Carving room. Inside me. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Space that wasn’t there. He pulled back. Slow. Wet. A soft squelch. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I gasped. Not loud. Just air. Pulled in. From shock. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then he pushed. Again. Same way. Same weight. Same press. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Push. Pull. Push. Pull. The rhythm started. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Slow strokes. Measured. Steady. Like he was learning me. From inside. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My hips shifted. Automatically. They rose. They tilted. They gave in. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My pussy— It changed. Softened. Opened more. Welcomed him. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Juice leaked out. Warm. Thin. Not gushing. Just streaming. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Soaking the sheet. Under my ass. Under my thighs. His rhythm deepened. Push. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Pull. Push. More push. My walls— They clung. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Tighter now. Not resisting. Needing. My body… It wanted. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Each stroke— More welcome. More right. More deep. He slid. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Veins. I felt them. Real. Ridges. Thick. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Along the sides. Like ropes. Brushing inside. Every push. Every pull. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Not painful. Not hard. Just… textured. Raw. Intense. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Pleasure— Not smooth. But ribbed. Alive. Gripping me. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I clenched. All of me. A twitch. A flutter. A gasp. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And then— He went deeper. All the way. One push. Fully inside. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My mouth opened. Shock. Full shock. My belly— Tight. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I could feel him. Everywhere. Entrance. Deep inside. Higher. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Near my stomach. So deep. So thick. He filled me. Completely. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then— Faster. Suddenly. No warning. He moved. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Thrusting. Hard. Steady. Again. And again. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The bed— It rocked. Creaked. Under us. With us. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Slap. Slap. Slap. Flesh. On flesh. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - No gentleness. No tease. Just fuck. Real. Raw. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Sticky sounds. Wet rhythm. His weight— It hovered. Over me. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Not crushing. But there. His stomach— It brushed mine. His hairs— - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Tickled my thighs. My smooth skin. His breath— On my cheek. Hot. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Fast. Sharp. Real. His mouth moved. To my neck. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He kissed. Not sweet. Not hard. Just present. Wet lips. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - On my throat. Gliding. Sucking. Tongue sometimes. Skin to skin. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And still— Still thrusting. Fast now. Too fast. My body— - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It couldn’t match. My hips twitched. Tried to move. To meet. To follow. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But he was faster. Harder. I just took it. Arms loose. Eyes shut. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Gasps. From my mouth. Moans. Through teeth. Breath cut. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His hands— One grabbed my hip. Held me steady. The other— Found my breast. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Full grab. Firm. Not playful. Not gentle. Just… his. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Fingers around. Thumb brushing. My nipple— Still covered. Still sensitive. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He didn’t lift the top. Didn’t need to. He pressed. Hard enough. Through cloth. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My breast bounced. With every thrust. Every slap. Jiggling under him. Under his palm. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He was enjoying it. Fully. Completely. Owning the moment. And me. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Fucking me. Like the bed was his. Like the room was his. Like my body— Was his too. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And it was. Right then. Right there. It all was. Ours.
27-08-2025, 10:21 PM
He didn’t stop.
Not even a little. Not for breath. Not for balance. Not for me. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Same rhythm. Same speed. Same weight. Fast. Heavy. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Just full-bodied fucking. Ten minutes. Straight. No words. Just movement. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His hips— They slammed into me. Again. Again. Again. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Flesh hitting flesh. Over and over. Loud. Wet. Unstoppable. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Slap. Slap. Slap. That sound— It filled the room. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Like wet cloth. Slapping stone. Laundry on rocks. Loud. Clear. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The bed— It groaned. Sharp metal creaks. Under us. Beneath every thrust. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My breasts— They bounced. In my blouse. Pressed against his chest. Sweating. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Jiggling. Trapped. Hot. Moving with him. Rubbed every time. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And then— I felt it. Something shifting. In my body. In my stomach. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - A build-up. Real. Raw. No slow tease. Just rise. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - A pressure. Climbing. Inside me. No soft warning. Just sudden. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My back arched. Toes curled. My thighs shook. Fingers clawed the sheet. Tearing it. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I held on. Breath caught. Heart wild. I was right there. So close. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It was coming. A wave. Huge. Inside me. Building. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And he— Somehow— He knew. He felt it. In my legs. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - In my thighs. Tensing. He responded. Not with words. With fucking. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Harder. Faster. Deeper. Full body. Cock driving. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He slammed in. Like he belonged. Inside me. Like he was made for it. Claimed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I opened my mouth. And the sound— It came out. Loud. Helpless. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “AAAhhh—” My moan. Not girlish. Not gentle. Guttural. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It ripped through my throat. Out of me. Another thrust. Another cry. “Aaaaahh—nggh—ahhh—!” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Shameless. Loud. Echoing. I didn’t recognise it. My own voice. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Oh god— Could someone hear? Could it travel? Through the door? Into the hall? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - They’d hear. They’d know. Someone was fucking me. Right now. Right here. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And it wasn’t love. It wasn’t romance. It was raw. Bare. Hard. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It was Prakash. Security. Fucking me. Like a bull. Unstoppable. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Sweat dripped. From him. Onto my chest. Hot beads. Sliding. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His cock— Thick. Hot. Full of veins. Still pulsing inside. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And I— I was moaning. Louder. Freer. Because— - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I was about to cum. Truly. Fully. It was rising. Right now. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - No control. No shame. Just rush. Legs shaking. Eyes fluttering. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Fingers twisted. Into claws. Sheet tight. Moans broken. Whimpering. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then it hit. No waiting. No warning. A flood. From inside. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My pussy clenched. Like a fist. Tight. Squeezing him. Sucking. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The orgasm— It exploded. In my stomach. My spine. My scalp. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - All over me. Through me. I screamed. Not just moaned. Screamed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “AAAHHH—aaaaaahh—noooooo—aaaaahhh!” It filled the room. My house. Maybe outside. I didn’t care. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And he— Didn’t stop. Didn’t slow. He kept fucking. Through it. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His cock— Kept going. In and out. Ripping through my orgasm. Dragging it longer. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I twisted. I gasped. My voice cracked. I felt faint. Still moaning. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Ahhh—nghh—stop—stop—enough—!” I said it. I begged. Words choked. From pleasure. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Enough… please…” But he didn’t. He kept going. One more minute. Then two. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Full speed. No mercy. No pause. Just thrusts. Just heat. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My pussy— Still twitching. Still clenching. Leaking. Sore. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Overstimulated. But he fucked through it. Riding it. Owning it. And then— - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His grip tightened. Thighs locked. One last thrust. Hard. Deep. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then— Heat. Inside. A sudden rush. Thick. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Hot. Wet. Filling me. So deep. Everywhere. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He came. Fully. No condom. No hesitation. Just release. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Raw. Messy. Flooding me. Inside. Buried. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Inside my pussy. Still twitching. Still soaked. Still his. Still mine. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His cock— It was still inside. Still thick. Still hot. Still there. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Fully released. But not gone. Still buried. Still lodged. Like a plug. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I could feel it. The shape. The length. The weight of it. Changing. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Softening. Slowly. Losing its edge. But still full. Still filling me. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And his cum— God. It was inside. Heavy. Hot. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - So much. More than I expected. More than I could hold. Already leaking. Already seeping. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Around him. Around his cock. Sliding deeper. Pooling somewhere. Deep inside me. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then— He collapsed. Without warning. Without words. Just dropped. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Straight down. Full body. On top of me. Heavy. Wet. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - No gentleness. No caress. No pose. Just weight. Like a sack. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - A sack of bricks. Slamming down. Flat. Unapologetic. Real. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Uhhh…” It came out of me. Not from pain. From breath. Being pushed out. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His chest hit mine. Boobs flattened. Pressed sideways. Squeezed. Sweating. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His cheek— It pressed my face. Skin to skin. Stubbled. Sticky. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His thigh slid between mine. His stomach touched mine. So warm. So damp. Sweat sticking to my blouse. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I blinked. Staring up. Ceiling above. Still. My chest rising in pulses. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I couldn’t move. Truly. My arms were loose. My legs still parted. My whole body—stilled. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Each breath I tried— His chest pressed back. Kept me down. Held me. Softly. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My arms were pinned. Not tight. But not free. Under his weight. Caught. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My mouth— Still open. Not for words. Just for air. Panting. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He didn’t say anything. Not even breath. Just loud exhale. From his nose. From his throat. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His cock— Still inside. Still twitching. One tiny pulse. Then still. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then finally— He moved. A roll. Shifted sideways. Off me. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His cock— It slid out. Fast. Slippery. “Plup.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That sound again. That wet pop. And my body flinched. Naturally. From the sudden exit. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Warm cum— Spilled out. Right after. Onto the bed. Onto the sheet. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I didn’t move. Just lay there. Arms loose. Legs sticky. Blouse rumpled. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then— He opened his hand. Wide. Palm flat. Right near his head. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I blinked. Looking at it. Not knowing. Just waiting. Breathing. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then slowly… I turned. Turned my head. And rested it. Right there. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - On his hand. On that palm. Soft. Warm. Rough at the edges. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But familiar. Now. Known. Safe. Almost. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My cheek pressed it. My face turned. Toward his chest. His breath. His skin. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And we lay like that. Still. Facing each other. Not touching more. Just eyes. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Breathing. Together. Silent. Soft. Stunned. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I looked. At him. He looked. At me. And something… - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Something flickered. In my chest. Not love. Not hate. Not shame. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Just something. Soft. Still. Human. Raw. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I stayed. Panting. Leaking. Sore. Open. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He looked into my eyes. Long. Without blinking. Until— Something changed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His face twitched. A blink. A jaw shift. Breath held. Like a thought struck. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I saw it. Clearly. In his whole body. A stiffness. Like remembering. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Where he was. Who he was. Who I was. Then— He sat up. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Fast. No stretch. No breath. Just motion. Up. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And stood. Beside the bed. Naked. Still sweating. Still dripping. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His cock— Soft now. Hanging. Wet. Glistening. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He didn’t look at it. He looked at me. Then— He spoke. One word. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Madam.” A whisper. A title. Not lover. Not equal. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Like a servant. Like before. Like nothing happened. I blinked. Still lying there. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Cum still dripping. Face turned. Eyes on him. He called me Madam? Now? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - After all this? I looked. Directly. My eyes narrowed. Just slightly. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - What now? Like that. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I blinked again. Once. Then twice. My lashes stuck a little. Still damp. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Still flat. On the bed. On the wet bedsheet. My back soaking it in. My skin sticky against the cloth. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My breath— It hadn’t slowed. Still fast. Not panicked. Just tired. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My thighs— Sticky. From outside. From between. Everything stuck together. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The sheet under me— Wet. Damp in patches. From what? I didn’t even want to list it. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Sweat. Spit. Cum. More. All soaked in. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And he— Prakash. Still standing. Right there. Next to the bed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Naked. Completely. His skin glistening. Chest shiny. Still breathing hard. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He was looking down. At me. Silent. Expression unreadable. Just looking. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then I said it. One sentence. Soft. No edge. Just tired. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “What now, Prakash?” I didn’t raise my voice. Didn’t add drama. Just spoke. Flat. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He blinked. Once. Then looked away. His lips moved. Tongue wetting them. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then he bent. Slightly. Hands together. In front. Like a collegeboy. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Sorry, madam…” His voice. So small now. So soft. Almost unsure. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - As if— Nothing had happened. As if— He hadn’t just… Done all that. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - As if his cock— Hadn’t just destroyed my insides. Twenty minutes. No protection. No pause. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Now his voice— Was like a whisper. A child explaining. After being caught. Not a man who just… - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He kept speaking. “Because… you said it that time, madam.” His words stammered. “Show me guts.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I stared. Blank. No frown. No lift of eyebrow. Just… staring. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Still lying down. Leg bent halfway. One boob slipping out of my blouse. Hair stuck to my cheek. Like nethili fish. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He didn’t look at my face. Not even at my chest. He looked lower. Eyes somewhere near my feet. Guilty. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “You kept saying it,” he said. “Again and again.” “I couldn’t control myself.” “Sorry… if I overboarded again.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Overboarded? My mind repeated the word. Overboarded? Really? Now? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - This man— He had thrown me down. Ripped half my saree. Left scratches on my back. Fucked my mouth till I drooled. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Came inside me. Without asking. Without care. And now— He was standing like student caught cheating in exam. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - This same man. Who was grinding into me. Like a damn road roller. Five minutes ago. Now bowing. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I didn’t move. Didn’t sit up. Just lay there. Sprawled. Like thrown laundry. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My mouth twitched. Not a smile. Not a smirk. Just that thing— That tired twitch. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - When the brain— Gives up. When humour comes in sideways. Because nothing else fits. That twitch. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - This man. He acted like full man. Grunting. Dominating. Holding me down. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Tearing my clothes. Scratches still stung. I had— Licked his balls. Sucked his cock. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Taken his full load. Inside me. Every drop. Every twitch. Everything. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And now— He was saying I provoked him. “You provoked me.” Like I caused it. Like I asked. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Technically— Yes. I said it. Show me guts. But… - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It was a joke. A line. Flirting. Playful. Nothing real. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Who knew— His guts were twelve inches long. Curved. Like cobra. And just as deadly. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I kept staring. Didn’t blink. Didn’t speak. Just breathed. Shallow. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My throat— Dry. Scratchy. Chest still rising. Still tired. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I didn’t know what to feel. Not anger. Not laughter. Not affection. Nothing clear. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And I didn’t know what to reply. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He was still there. Still standing. Still naked. Still silent. Still… Prakash. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That thick silence— It hadn’t moved. It stayed. All around us. Pressed on my skin. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Only the fan above. Turning slowly. A creak in every spin. Even that— Sounded wrong now. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Like the air didn’t know what to do. Like the ceiling didn’t want to watch. Like the room had changed. And me— I was breathing. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Trying. Not relaxed. Not sleepy. Not aroused. Just… breathing. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I wasn’t lying soft. I wasn’t floating. I wasn’t dreamy. I was just… Still. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Everything open. Everything exposed. Everything used. My thighs— Still sticky. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Between my legs— Still damp. Still sore. Still parted slightly. Still his scent. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My mouth— Still tasted him. Not kiss. Not sweetness. Just skin. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My neck— Red. Where his lips had rubbed. Where his stubble had burned. Where it stung. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The pillow behind me— Half fallen. Twisted. The edge of my saree— Hanging off the bed like dead skin. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The sheet— Damp. Wrinkled. Warm in some places. Cold in others. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And the smell— Spit. Sweat. Sex. Heavy. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Dirty. Unfiltered. Real. Clinging to the room. To me. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I looked at him. That cock— Soft now. But still heavy. Still hanging. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Still stained. With me. With sweat. With spit. Still not innocent. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And him— He wasn’t speaking. Not a word. Just standing. Like a statue. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Nude. Still. Head slightly tilted down. Like waiting. For scolding. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But no words came. Not from my mouth. Not first. Only my hand moved. Up. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Covered my breast. Slowly. Without thought. Then I sat. Halfway. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My body stiff. But I sat. And then it came. The voice. Low. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Flat. From deep inside me. “Okay now…” I said it. He looked. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My lips— Trembling. But I spoke again. “You said this no…” I swallowed once. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “You provoked… you challenged…” He didn’t reply. “I accepted…” My voice cracked. Just once. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I cleared my throat. Soft. “I let you.” Then my eyes— Looked again. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Harder now. “But…” Our eyes locked. No blinking. No shifting. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “I told you to stop.” His face— It twitched. Slightly. I saw it. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “I told you…” I shook my head. Once. Clear. “Before you pulled my saree.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His mouth opened. A little. But no words. Nothing came out. Just air. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Before you ripped that pleat from petticoat…” I said it slowly. “You heard.” Still nothing. No denial. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “I said it again.” My throat tightened. Tears touched the corner of my eyes. I blinked. Hard. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Didn’t let them fall. “When you pulled my blouse…” I paused. “I said it.” My chest was tight now. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “You tore it anyway.” He stepped. Just slightly forward. I flinched. Instantly. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He froze. Like a statue again. I closed my legs. Quick. Tight. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Crossed them. Pulled my arms in. Covered myself. Chest wrapped in elbows. Breath held. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “And my panty.” I said it. Sharp now. That word. Like slap. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “That too…” I looked down. Then back at him. “You went like animal.” No apology on his face. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I wasn’t shouting. But my breath— Was rough. “You made red marks…” I touched my thigh. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Winced. Still sore. “You… didn’t stop.” The words— Cracked now. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “I told you…” I laughed. Once. Dry. No smile. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “I told you before you slapped me.” His eyes— They shifted. Left, right. Couldn’t stay still. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “You slapped again.” Then again. “Then again.” I was shivering. Not cold. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “But I said stop.” I whispered. Still no reply. No defence. Just that same silence. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “And even after that…” I looked straight. Right into him. “Before you pushed that dirty cock in my mouth…” I stopped. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Shook my head. Eyes burning now. “I said stop.” Nothing. Still nothing. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He tried. His lips moved. I raised my hand. Quick. “No.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Breath caught. “You didn’t listen.” I said it again. “You didn’t listen.” My voice broke. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I pushed the blanket. Aside. Started to get up. Legs shaking. Body stiff. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I didn’t look at him. Not again. Just asked it. Once. Low. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Now what?” He opened his mouth. I cut him. “You’re acting like good obedient servant now?” My voice cracked. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I scoffed. Almost a spit. Stood up halfway. Neck stiff. Back aching. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “You doing revenge ah?” Still no answer. Just silence. I looked again. Eyes full red. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “You tell me.” I was getting up. From the bed. But inside— I was not even standing yet. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I was standing now. Truly standing. My feet — they touched the cold floor. Bare. Damp. Sticky. The tiles felt rough and wet beneath my soles. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - There was a patch of something. Right near my left heel. Warm. Slippery. I knew what it was. I didn’t flinch. Between my thighs — still sticky. Still wet. Still sore. My inner legs touched and didn’t want to. They clung slightly. Peeled apart with movement. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My knees — They were not straight. A slight bend was there. Natural. From the strain. From the weight of what just happened. My chest — It was rising. Too fast. Like my body was still trying to catch up. Like the air hadn’t filled properly yet. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And he? Prakash? He was still there. Still nude. Still close. Not a sound. Not a move. Not even blinking now. His eyes open — but lost. Like someone pressed pause inside his brain. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His body was not stiff. But his silence — it was. Tight. Stubborn. Frozen. That same blank stupid face. Like nothing existed. Like he didn’t know what world he’s standing in. Like he was trying to remember what just happened. Like he was pretending not to. I watched him. Every second. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then I moved. One step. Then another. Slow. Deliberate. I walked toward him. With purpose. With heat in my chest. And breath in my fists. I didn’t stop. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Now we were close. Face to face. My eyes — they reached his chin. My breath — it fell right there. Right on that little dip beneath his lip. His chest — It was inches from mine. Still damp. Still warm. Still marked with sweat. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And his cock? It was soft now. But still there. Still thick. Still dangerous. Hanging between us. Not rising. But not innocent. Just waiting. Like it knew I saw it. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I tilted my head. Slight. Soft. But sharp. My eyes — they were full. Red from before. Red from breath. Red from anger. Red from knowing. My lips shook. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Not a smile. Not softness. Just that tremble. That comes from everything being full. Too full. And I said it. That one question. Low. Sharp. Right in his face. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It didn’t come from my mouth. It came from my throat. From the heat inside. From the place that still throbbed. From the place that just took him in. “From how many days…” I asked it. He blinked. Once. Didn’t reply. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I leaned in. Just a bit. Closer. My breath touched his upper lip now. Warm. Wet. “How many days da…” I said it softer. Not begging. Not pleading. Just unblinking. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He looked at my shoulder. Not my eyes. Wouldn’t meet them. Couldn’t. I didn’t look away. I stared straight. Right through him. Right into that thick silence. And I said it again. “You wanted me to do this to you?” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - No movement. No voice. Just stillness. Just guilt hanging. Between skin and air. “You were waiting for this no?” I whispered. Still nothing. “You wanted revenge.” My voice dropped even lower. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “That day I tore your briefs…” I said it with weight. He flinched. A slight twitch. Tiny. But I saw it. “You still holding that ah?” No reply. Just his mouth — closed. Pressed together. Like a child hiding teeth. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “For that one underwear…” I breathed. Then let out one dry laugh. No smile. No fun. “You reacted like this?” I shook my head. Soft. Tired. But steady. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Still no answer. Not even a flick of eye. “Still no words ah?” I whispered. Low and cutting. I moved even closer. My breast brushed his chest now. Bare. Soft. Stuck slightly with sweat. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “You also counted no? My every slap?” His eyes closed once. Slow. As if remembering. As if collecting. “Left cheek. Right cheek.” I said slowly. Evenly. “On your cock also.” No reply. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “You kept all record.” I nodded. Once. “You thought today you’ll give it back?” No sound. I stepped in. Now my forehead was nearly touching his. Close. Too close. Skin to skin without touching. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “You thought today you’ll teach lesson?” His lips parted slightly. No sound came. Just breath. Just fog. He licked his lip. A small twitch. I watched him fully. Then I lifted my hand. High. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And I slapped him. One tight slap. THAPP. Straight across his cheek. Loud. His head jerked. Not much. Just enough. He didn’t lift his hand. Didn’t stop me. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Just took it. Like he earned it. His face turned slightly. A red patch bloomed. Bright. I stared at that mark. It pulsed slowly. My fingers still tingled. From the heat. From the strike. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then I moved again. Closer. Even closer. My mouth reached his ear. My breath reached his hair. I leaned in. Slow. My voice — Even slower. “But you know what…” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He turned. Eyes sideways. Looking at me. Still confused. Still stunned. Still guilty. I didn’t wait. Didn’t let him speak. Didn’t let him guess. I whispered. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “I liked this.” His brow pulled. Just slightly. A soft question inside it. But no words. I let one corner of my lip rise. A smile. Not full. Just crooked. “I liked this roughness…” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He didn’t move. But I saw it. His throat — it bobbed. Once. Swallowed something. I moved down. Head lower. And kissed his chin. Soft. Wet. Just under his lip. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - On that rough patch. Where stubble poked. Where my skin had scratched before. I pressed my mouth there. Gently. Then I moved my arms. Lifted them around him. Wrapped. Around his waist. Pulled. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My whole body leaned. Into his. Pressed. My breasts flattened into his chest. My nipples pushed soft against him. My hips — they found his stomach. Sticky skin on sticky skin. My cheek — it rested on his shoulder. Breath deep now. My arms squeezed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I hugged him. Long. Tight. Still. Without words. His hands didn’t move. Still frozen. Still in shock. Still statue. Still stunned. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But his chest — I could feel it. The thudding. That dumb heavy heart. Beating too loud. I closed my eyes. Not to sleep. Not to cry. Just to feel. Just to sink. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And inside. Not from mouth. Not from lips. Only inside my chest. I said it. Soft. Private. Silent. But real. But I want another round.
27-08-2025, 10:27 PM
✨ Author’s Note – Season 1 Finale ✨
And that’s where we’ll close the curtains on Language of Her Heart – Season One. This season has been a long and intimate journey through Pavitra’s world—her desires, her vulnerabilities, her quiet rebellions, and the awakening of emotions and needs she had never dared to acknowledge before. From the first spark that shook her marriage, to the unexpected connections she’s begun to form—with Raj, with Prakash, with Arjun, and even the gentle bond with Anusha—Pavitra’s life has shifted in ways she never imagined. Every chapter was about peeling back the layers of her heart and mind, watching her transform from a silent wife into a woman slowly finding her voice, her choices, and her hidden language of love and lust. This finale update is the biggest one I’ve given yet, and it feels like the right place to pause the story for now. Whether Season Two will pick up these tangled threads, or whether I’ll dive into an entirely new story next, I haven’t yet decided. But I promise—when we return, it will be even deeper, more daring, and more unforgettable. To every reader who has followed Pavitra’s journey this far—thank you. Your time, your curiosity, and your support mean the world to me. This is only the end of a season, not the end of her story. Until then, may her whispers stay alive in your imagination. ? --Yazhini
27-08-2025, 10:41 PM
Not only pavitra we are also waiting for the next move.
28-08-2025, 01:05 AM
I think you are the only person
Put regular updates.. Long back to back updates... Thanks .......a lot.....
28-08-2025, 01:48 AM
(27-08-2025, 10:27 PM)yazhiniram Wrote: ✨ Author’s Note – Season 1 Finale ✨Excellent.. When will the new season start? Don't let us wait too long Brother.. ?? 
28-08-2025, 10:24 AM
Awesome clp); clp); clp);
Season 2 will be much awaited because the story with Raj is still incomplete... :) Keep up the great work, I learnt a lot from the way you write. Thank you 
28-08-2025, 11:01 AM
omg what a writer you are each word is like diamond, i don't know how many times i have read this story, still fells fresh while reading, can wait to season 2 please start asap ;) from ardent fan
28-08-2025, 11:42 AM
Prakash tried to teach Pavi a lesson while pretending to be stupid but Pavi was too clever to not catch on it. But for now, she is just very horny so she told him she forgave him. What Pavi will do with him in future, only time will tell.
Thanks, Author, for giving this masterpiece a good ending, even if it’s a temporary one. Will be waiting for the next season. And if you could start another story in between, that would be very much appreciated too.
28-08-2025, 11:44 AM
Awesome. After taking the 12 inch monster in her martial bed, pavi will not feel any other men cock inside her. She has to come back to prakash every night and day and beg him to fuck her brains out. She will also take his seeds in her womb and give birth to his child fooling karthik as his.
28-08-2025, 09:17 PM
Awesome updates and what a way to end up the 1st season..... It was the most erotic season so far..... I especially can't wait for you to start the next season.... But everyone has a life to lead and with that life comes commitments and family to lead.... I just hope you don't keep us waiting too much for the next season.....
Stay blessed and be happy always .... Thank you for such a wonderful and erotic season of Pavitra.... Awaiting for the next season to start whenever your ready to post.... And yes Pavi's whisper will always be in our mind and hearts... Thank you YAZHINI
Val
28-08-2025, 10:03 PM
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Finally prakash has changed pavitra as his sex slave. He should have called by name instead of "Madam". Marvelous.
28-08-2025, 10:20 PM
(27-08-2025, 10:27 PM)I have signed backed after a long time only for this story!Excellent narration! yazhiniram Wrote: ✨ Author’s Note – Season 1 Finale ✨ |
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