Adultery Nivetha (Nivi) - Power and Submissions of working wife (03 Oct 2025 - Chapter 100)

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Chapter 44: Cuck’s Watch - Part 1


The office day crackled with a charged undercurrent, Nivi’s presence a blazing flame, her clarity from last night—her fire hers to wield, making others fall without falling herself—sharpening her every move. 

Raghavan’s absence lingered, his words of freedom and his possessive claim on her pussy a distant anchor, but her power over Mohan and the gang was her focus. 

Fuck, I’m queen—my fire leads, makes them burn, she thought, moving through tasks, her confidence drawing eyes like moths. My clarity’s clear: make them crave, not claim, especially Ashok—his cuck stare’s mine to fuel. 

Her mind buzzed, a mix of thrill and control, her body alive with the game: Mohan’s obedience to test, Ashok’s silent hunger to push.

She chose a simple kurti, its fit hinting at her breasts’ curve, paired with leggings that clung to her hips, her ass swaying subtly with each step. 

No anklet today—fuck, Mohan’s gift stays hidden; my power’s enough, she thought, her body warming as she entered, the gang’s gazes immediate. At the tea station, banter erupted, Ashwin leaning in, grin sharp. 

“Nivi, you’re glowing—something’s got you lit. What’s the vibe?” His voice was playful, probing, eyes flicking to her lips, then her hips, sensing her heat.

Dinesh nodded, glasses glinting. “Yeah, queen—you’re trouble today. Got us all distracted—what’s fueling it?” His tone teased, eyes lingering on her curves, the group buzzing. 

Saritha chimed, “Trouble? She’s owning the room—spill, girl.” Fuck, they feel my fire—louder after Mohan’s defeat, she thought, her body tingling, a naughty thrill surging. My clarity—make them fall, lead the dance.

She laughed, voice sultry, indirect. “Fuel? Just thriving, boys—maybe you’re seeing what you want to see.” 

Her tone was playful, teasing, leaning forward to let her smile linger, her kurti pulling taut subtly. Fuck, I’m stoking their hunger—Ashok’s watching, burning silent, she thought, catching his cuck stare from the corner, heavy and intense, his eyes locked on her lips, sensing her power. 

I’ll push him—make him listen, burn like the cuck he is.
Nivi turned to Mohan, testing her control, voice low and naughty as she grabbed her cup. “Mohan, keeping up? Or still recovering from... last time?” 

Her words were indirect, implying his quick defeat under her mouth, her eyes glinting with a challenge. Fuck, testing him—his obedience is mine now, she thought, her body warming, thighs shifting subtly to tease his gaze without others noticing.

Mohan grinned, voice low, discreet. “Recovering? Nivi, you’re the one who sets the pace—I’m just following.” 

His tone was playful, submissive, eyes hungry but yielding, acknowledging her command. 

Fuck, he’s bending—my power’s got him, she thought, stepping back with a sultry wink, keeping it quiet. Lead him, make him fall—my throne’s secure.

At lunch, Nivi applied her clarity, fueling the gang’s desire with playful banter, pushing Ashok’s cuck tendencies. She leaned into Ashwin, voice sultry. “Ashwin, you’re all talk—what’s got you so curious?” 

Her tone teased, her hand brushing his arm lightly, a controlled spark, her eyes flicking to Ashok, whose stare burned heavier, his silence screaming hunger. 

Fuck, Ashok’s eating it up—watching me flirt, burning like a cuck, she thought, her body buzzing, a thrill at his quiet torment.

Dinesh laughed, leaning in. “Curious? Nivi, you’re a fire—got us all tripping. What’s the secret?” His eyes lingered on her hips, the group buzzing, but Ashok’s gaze was a silent blaze, his fingers twitching, betraying his cuck desire. She smirked, voice low. 

“Secret? Just playing the game—think you boys can handle it?” Her words were naughty, indirect, stoking their hunger, her eyes locking on Ashok briefly, fueling his burn. Fuck, he’s listening—cuck’s hooked, watching me lead, she thought, her power surging, her clarity sharp: Make them fall, not me.

Saritha nudged her, voice warm. “Handle? Girl, you’re running this show—careful, or you’ll break them.” 

Her tone was playful, but the warning landed, Lakshmi nodding. Fuck, they see my fire—Ashok’s burning hardest, she thought, her body alive with the game, keeping it light but daring.


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Chapter 44: Cuck’s Watch - Part 2


The day dragged with a heavier workload, Nivi and Mohan staying late to finish reports, the office emptying as they sorted files in the quiet. 

“Nivi, you’re killing it—making work look good,” Mohan said, voice low, stepping close, his hand brushing her arm as they packed, eyes hungry but submissive. Fuck, he’s still mine—obedient, but craving, she thought, testing her control further, leaning in to let her shoulder graze his, voice sultry. 

“Good? Mohan, you’re the one who’s... following orders.” Her tone was naughty, implying his defeat, her body warming as she grabbed her bag, hips swaying subtly.

They headed to his car, the drive starting with flirty, lust-filled banter, the air thick with their game. 

“Following orders? Nivi, you’re the boss—those lips proved it,” Mohan teased, voice low, eyes flicking to her lips, then her curves, his hand on the gear shift near her thigh. 

Fuck, he’s yielding—calling me boss, loving my power, she thought, her body buzzing, thighs shifting. 

“Boss? Good—keep listening, then,” she purred, voice sultry, leaning toward him, a naughty spark in her eyes. My clarity—make him burn, stay queen.

As they approached the parking lot, Nivi noticed Ashok lingering near the office lot, half-hidden by a parked bike, his cuck stare burning, watching Mohan’s car. 

Fuck, Ashok’s there—watching, burning like a cuck, she thought, her heart racing, a wicked idea blooming: Make him watch, fuel his hunger, show my power. 

She leaned closer to Mohan, voice low and dirty. “Mohan, wait. Let’s... play a little.” Her tone was sultry, teasing, implying a sensual game, her eyes flicking to Ashok’s hidden spot, unnoticed by Mohan.

Mohan grinned, veering to a secluded corner of the parking lot, trees shading, only the car’s dim lights casting a glow. “Quiet, huh? You’re trouble, Nivi,” he said, opening her door, eyes blazing with hunger. 

Nivi got out, heart pounding, her body alive with the thrill, noticing Ashok’s silhouette shift, still watching, his cuck eyes locked on her. Fuck, he’s watching—let him see my fire, burn for what he can’t have, she thought, stepping close to Mohan, her body angled to give Ashok a view, keeping Mohan unaware.

She tested her control, voice sultry, dripping with lust. “Mohan, you’re mine tonight—ready to obey?” Her words were dirty, teasing, her hand trailing down his chest, stopping short of his waist, her hips swaying, kurti pulling taut to tease Ashok’s gaze. 

Fuck, Ashok’s burning—watching me own Mohan, she thought, her body buzzing, thighs shifting as she leaned in, lips brushing Mohan’s ear, whispering, “Kiss me—slow, make it good.” Her tone was commanding, naughty, her eyes flicking to Ashok’s hidden spot, ensuring he saw.

Mohan groaned, voice rough. “Fuck, Nivi—boss me around, I’m yours.” His lips met hers, slow and deep, tongues brushing, his hands on her hips, squeezing, pulling her close, her breasts pressing his chest, ass swaying subtly for Ashok’s eyes. Fuck, his kiss—hot, submitting, but Ashok’s watching makes it hotter, she thought, her body on fire, lips parting wider, sucking his tongue, a sensual show for the cuck. She angled her body, letting Ashok see her curves, her control, Mohan’s hands roaming her waist, unaware of the hidden gaze.

“Goddamn, Nivi—you’re fire, lips so fucking hot,” Mohan murmured, voice breaking, hands sliding to her ass, squeezing, his cock hardening against her thigh. 

She deepened the kiss, moaning softly, her hands pulling his hair, body grinding subtly, teasing Ashok’s silent burn. Fuck, Ashok’s watching—cuck’s burning, seeing me rule Mohan, she thought, her power surging, clarity sharp: Make them fall, not me—Ashok’s my cuck, Mohan’s my toy. She broke the kiss, voice sultry. “Good boy—obeying nicely. Now drop me.”

They got in the car, Mohan panting, eyes hungry but yielding. “You’re killing me, boss,” he said, voice rough, starting the engine. Nivi glanced at Ashok’s spot, his silhouette still there, eyes burning as they drove off. 

Fuck, he saw it all—my lips, my power, burning for what he’ll never touch, she thought, her body humming with triumph, her fire ruling. 

The chapter closed on her victorious thrill, Mohan’s obedience secured, Ashok’s cuck hunger fueled.

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Chapter 45: Steady Glow - Part 1


The office days following Nivi’s orchestrated display with Mohan—his kiss under her control, Ashok’s cuck eyes burning from the shadows—flowed with a deliberate calm, her presence a steady flame that drew eyes without blazing wild. 

Her clarity held firm: wield her fire to make others fall, not fall herself. Raghavan’s absence lingered, his words of freedom and possessive claim a distant anchor, but Nivi focused on control—commanding Mohan to halt his advances, keeping him teased and longing, while resisting her own fire’s pull toward his body. 

Fuck, my power’s in leading, not slipping, she thought, moving through tasks, her confidence a quiet glow, no wild surges. Mohan's hungry stares, Ashok’s silent burn—I’ll keep them craving, but my fire’s steady now, no falling for his cock.

At the tea station, the gang’s banter crackled, but Nivi targeted Mohan subtly, testing her command. He leaned close, pouring her a cup, voice low and playful. “Nivi, you’re killing me with that glow—still got me thinking about... you.” His eyes flicked to her lips, a naughty glint implying their past heat, his hand brushing the counter near hers.

She stepped back, voice firm but sultry. “No advances, Mohan—look, long, but don’t touch.” Her tone was commanding, indirect, eyes locking on his with a teasing edge. Fuck, he’s craving—hungry for my mouth, my fire—but I’m keeping him teased, she thought, her body steady, no rush of heat. 

“Dream about it—that’s all you get.” Mohan’s eyes widened, a submissive spark flickering—fuck, he’s bending, burning for what I deny, she thought, leaving him with a sultry wink, her power a quiet pulse.


The gang noticed her glow, Ashwin leaning in at lunch, grin sharp. “Nivi, you’re on fire—something’s got you lit. What’s the vibe?” His voice was probing, eyes tracing her lips, sensing her control.

She laughed, voice sultry, indirect. “Vibe? Just thriving, Ashwin—maybe you’re all seeing what you want.” Her tone teased, keeping it vague, her body calm as she leaned forward, a subtle sway in her hips. 

Fuck, they feel my fire—steady, not wild, she thought, her clarity guiding her: Lead the dance, make them crave. Dinesh chimed in, “Thriving? You’re trouble—got us all tripping. What’s the fuel?” His eyes lingered, the group buzzing, but Ashok’s cuck stare burned heavier, silent and intense, still fueled from his hidden watch. 

Fuck, Ashok’s burning—cuck’s hooked, watching my power, she thought, her body tingling with control, keeping it light but commanding.

Saritha nudged her, voice warm. “Trouble? Girl, you’re ruling this place—careful, or you’ll have them all on their knees.” Her tone was playful, but the truth landed, Lakshmi nodding. Fuck, they see my glow—Ashok’s cuck fire blazing, but I’m steady, she thought, her power a quiet hum, her clarity sharp: Make them fall, not me.

Mid-afternoon, alone with Mohan by the files, she pushed her control further, voice low and naughty. “Still thinking about me, Mohan? Told you—no advances.” Her tone was firm, teasing, leaning close as they sorted papers, her shoulder brushing his, a controlled spark. Fuck, testing him—keeping him longing, no giving in, she thought, her body steady, ass shifting subtly to tease his gaze without breaking her rule.

Mohan grinned, voice low, submissive. “No advances, Nivi—I’m listening. But fuck, you’re making it hard.” His eyes traced her lips, hungry but yielding, his hand staying still. 

Fuck, he’s hooked—craving my mouth, but I’m the queen, she thought, stepping back with a sultry smile. “Hard’s the point—long for it, don’t act.” Her voice was commanding, her fire a steady glow, no wild flare.

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Chapter 45: Steady Glow - Part 2


The days continued, Nivi maintaining her command over Mohan, keeping him teased without giving ground. During a drop, she leaned close in his car, voice sultry, indirect. 

“Mohan, you’re still burning, aren’t you? No touching—just dream.” Her tone was naughty, eyes glinting as she angled her body, letting her shoulder brush his, a controlled tease. Fuck, he’s longing—cock probably hard, but I’m keeping it steady, she thought, her body calm, resisting the pull of his heat, her mind sharp: No falling for his dick, my fire’s mine.

Mohan’s voice was low, strained. “Dreaming? Nivi, you’re torture—those lips, fuck, I’m trying.” His eyes burned, submissive, his hand gripping the wheel to stay still. Fuck, he’s obeying—burning for my mouth, but I’m ruling this, she thought, her power surging, a quiet thrill at his restraint. “Good boy—keep trying,” she purred, voice teasing, stepping out at her drop point, blocks from home, her hips swaying subtly, leaving him hungry.

The gang’s banter stayed playful, but Nivi kept her fire steady, no wild sparks. Ashwin teased at a break, “Nivi, you’re too calm—where’s the fire?” His eyes flicked to her lips, probing. She smirked, voice sultry. “Calm? Just pacing myself—don’t want you boys burning out.” Her tone was light, teasing, her clarity holding: Lead, don’t fall. Ashok’s cuck stare lingered, silent but heavy, his hunger fueled by her control. Fuck, Ashok’s still burning—cuck’s watching my glow, she thought, her body tingling, power steady.

One evening, her phone buzzed, Raghavan’s name lighting the screen. Her heart raced, his voice a low rumble when she answered. “Nivi, I’m back soon—few days. Need you for the weekend, though—work, you know how it is. Be ready, arrange things at home.” His tone was serious, but a naughty edge slipped through, implying more than files. Fuck, he’s coming—needs me, wants me, she thought, her body warming, her fire flickering but steady.

“Weekend, sir? I’ll be ready,” she said, voice soft, sultry, testing. “Work... or more?” Her tone teased, implying their heat, her mind racing: He’s close, his claim’s near—my pussy’s his, but my fire’s mine.

He laughed, voice rough, teasing. “Work, play—both, my naughty girl. Make sure you’re free—gonna need that fire, but it’s mine when I’m back.” His words were dirty, possessive, a thrill sparking in her. Fuck, he’s teasing—owning me, but encouraging my glow, she thought, her body buzzing. “Free? I’ll arrange it, daddy,” she purred, voice sultry, submitting yet bold.

After the call, Nivi found her mother-in-law in the kitchen, cleaning up, the kids asleep. “Amma, I... might need to be away this weekend—work thing,” she said, voice soft, indirect, implying more without naming Raghavan. Fuck, she’ll know—my glow, my fire, she thought, her heart racing, a subtle blush rising.

Her mother-in-law smiled, eyes knowing but warm. “Work? Don’t worry, dear—I’ll handle the kids. You go, shine.” Her tone was indirect, understanding the unspoken, supportive without prying. Fuck, she gets it—my fire, my freedom, she thought, a quiet thrill at her support, her clarity steady: I’m queen, ruling, not falling.

The chapter closed on Nivi curling up, her fire a steady glow, Mohan’s longing controlled, Raghavan’s return looming, her power balanced and bright.

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Chapter 45: Steady Glow - Part 2


The days continued, Nivi maintaining her command over Mohan, keeping him teased without giving ground. During a drop, she leaned close in his car, voice sultry, indirect. 

“Mohan, you’re still burning, aren’t you? No touching—just dream.” Her tone was naughty, eyes glinting as she angled her body, letting her shoulder brush his, a controlled tease. Fuck, he’s longing—cock probably hard, but I’m keeping it steady, she thought, her body calm, resisting the pull of his heat, her mind sharp: No falling for his dick, my fire’s mine.

Mohan’s voice was low, strained. “Dreaming? Nivi, you’re torture—those lips, fuck, I’m trying.” His eyes burned, submissive, his hand gripping the wheel to stay still. 

Fuck, he’s obeying—burning for my mouth, but I’m ruling this, she thought, her power surging, a quiet thrill at his restraint. “Good boy—keep trying,” she purred, voice teasing, stepping out at her drop point, blocks from home, her hips swaying subtly, leaving him hungry.

The gang’s banter stayed playful, but Nivi kept her fire steady, no wild sparks. Ashwin teased at a break, “Nivi, you’re too calm—where’s the fire?” His eyes flicked to her lips, probing. She smirked, voice sultry. 

“Calm? Just pacing myself—don’t want you boys burning out.” Her tone was light, teasing, her clarity holding: Lead, don’t fall. Ashok’s cuck stare lingered, silent but heavy, his hunger fueled by her control. Fuck, Ashok’s still burning—cuck’s watching my glow, she thought, her body tingling, power steady.

One evening, her phone buzzed, Raghavan’s name lighting the screen. Her heart raced, his voice a low rumble when she answered.

 “Nivi, I’m back soon—few days. Need you for the weekend, though—work, you know how it is. Be ready, arrange things at home.” 

His tone was serious, but a naughty edge slipped through, implying more than files. 

Fuck, he’s coming—needs me, wants me, she thought, her body warming, her fire flickering but steady.

“Weekend, sir? I’ll be ready,” she said, voice soft, sultry, testing. “Work... or more?” Her tone teased, implying their heat, her mind racing: He’s close, his claim’s near—my pussy’s his, but my fire’s mine.

He laughed, voice rough, teasing. “Work, play—both, my naughty girl. Make sure you’re free—gonna need that fire, but it’s mine when I’m back.” His words were dirty, possessive, a thrill sparking in her. 

Fuck, he’s teasing—owning me, but encouraging my glow, she thought, her body buzzing. “Free? I’ll arrange it, daddy,” she purred, voice sultry, submitting yet bold.

After the call, Nivi found her mother-in-law in the kitchen, cleaning up, the kids asleep. “Amma, I... might need to be away this weekend—work thing,” she said, voice soft, indirect, implying more without naming Raghavan. Fuck, she’ll know—my glow, my fire, she thought, her heart racing, a subtle blush rising.

Her mother-in-law smiled, eyes knowing but warm. “Work? Don’t worry, dear—I’ll handle the kids. You go, shine.” Her tone was indirect, understanding the unspoken, supportive without prying. 

Fuck, she gets it—my fire, my freedom, she thought, a quiet thrill at her support, her clarity steady: I’m queen, ruling, not falling.

The chapter closed on Nivi curling up, her fire a steady glow, Mohan’s longing controlled, Raghavan’s return looming, her power balanced and bright.

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Chapter 46: Weekend Longing 


The days leading to Friday dragged with a restless hum, Nivi’s presence a steady flame in the office, her clarity from recent nights—her fire hers to wield, making others fall without losing herself—guiding her every move. 

Raghavan’s call about the weekend echoed in her mind, his low voice promising more than work, his possessive claim on her a spark that kept her longing. Fuck, he’s coming back—needs me, wants me, my body’s his, she thought during tasks, fingers pausing over her keyboard, thighs brushing together with a quiet thrill. 

Mohan’s longing glances were kept at bay with firm commands, the gang’s banter a playful hum she controlled, but her fire was fixed on Raghavan’s return. These days feel endless—my pussy’s waiting, my fire’s his, she thought, her mind sharp with anticipation, her power a steady glow: Lead, don’t fall; Raghavan’s the one who claims me.

At the office, she kept Mohan in check, her commands subtle but firm. During a quiet moment by the files, he leaned close, voice low.

 “Nivi, you’re glowing—still thinking about our... games?” His eyes flicked to her lips, a naughty glint, hinting at their past bets.

She stepped back, voice firm but sultry. 

“No games, Mohan—stay back, just watch.” 

Her tone was commanding, eyes locking on his with a teasing edge. Fuck, he’s still hungry—craving my fire, but I’m keeping him teased, she thought, her body steady, no wild heat.

 “Long for it—that’s your place now.” Mohan nodded, eyes wide, a submissive spark—fuck, he’s burning, obeying my rule, she thought, leaving him with a wink, her power pulsing quietly.

The gang’s banter stayed lively, Ashwin probing at lunch. 

“Nivi, you’re too calm—what’s got you so... focused?” His voice was playful, eyes tracing her lips, sensing her shift.
She laughed, voice sultry, indirect. 

“Focused? Just pacing myself, Ashwin—don’t want you boys burning out.” Her tone teased, leaning forward slightly, her kurti hinting at her curves. 

Fuck, they feel my glow—steady, not wild, she thought, her clarity guiding: Make them crave, stay queen. Dinesh chimed in, “Pacing? You’re trouble—got us all curious.” His eyes lingered, the group buzzing, but Ashok’s cuck stare burned silently, still fueled by his hidden watch. Fuck, Ashok’s hooked—burning for my power, she thought, her body tingling with control, keeping it light but commanding.

Saritha nudged her, voice warm. “Curious? Girl, you’re running the show—careful, or they’ll all be on their knees.” Her tone was playful, but the truth landed, Lakshmi nodding. Fuck, they see my fire—steady, ruling, she thought, her power a quiet hum, her clarity sharp: Lead, don’t fall.

Friday evening arrived, the sun dipping low over Coimbatore as Nivi hurried home, heart racing with anticipation. The kids were settled with her mother-in-law, who had agreed without question after Nivi’s vague hint: “Amma, work needs me away this weekend—important trip.” 

Her mother-in-law’s knowing smile—“Go, dear, shine; I’ll take care of everything”—carried an unspoken understanding. Fuck, she knows—Raghavan’s pull, my fire needing him, she thought, her body buzzing as she entered her room, locking the door to prepare.

She started with shaving, the razor gliding smooth over her legs, thighs, then her pussy—bare, pink, ready for him. Fuck, clean for Raghavan—his tongue, his cock, claiming me, she thought, the blade’s edge a tease, her body tingling with each stroke, her fire flickering but controlled. 

Then, she opened her wardrobe, pulling out the sexy kurtis from Raghavan’s shopping spree—sheer fabrics, low necks teasing cleavage, short hems flashing thighs. She packed two extras, bold and daring, along with lacy backup panties, thin and provocative.

 Fuck, these are his—gifts to make me his queen, his slut, she thought, choosing a deep blue chiffon kurti, its fit clinging to her breasts, low neck hinting at her curves, paired with tight leggings that hugged her hips, her ass swaying as she checked the mirror. Ready—bold, his, but still me.

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Raghavan’s car pulled up as the sky darkened, his silhouette sharp in the driver’s seat, his smile wide as Nivi slid in, her bag tucked beside her, the chiffon kurti catching the dim light, her curves outlined. 

“Nivi, fuck—you look like trouble,” he said, voice low, sultry, eyes tracing her from her lips to her thighs, hand brushing her knee as he started the engine. “Ready for the weekend, my queen?”


She laughed, voice sultry, teasing. 

“Trouble? Raghavan, I’ve been waiting—days crawled without you.” Her tone was naughty, leaning closer, her breast brushing his arm subtly, a controlled spark. Fuck, he’s here—his eyes, his touch, my body’s alive for him, she thought, her fire flickering, thighs pressing together to keep it steady. 

“You better make it worth the wait,” she purred, eyes glinting, her hand resting on his thigh, teasing close but not too far.

He grinned, voice dropping, thick with lust. 

“Worth it? Oh, Nivi—gonna make you burn, my naughty girl. Missed these curves, that fire—ready to be mine?” 

His words were dirty, teasing, his hand squeezing her thigh, fingers tracing higher, stopping just short of her core, the car crossing her neighborhood, safety fading behind them. 

Fuck, his talk—filthy, claiming, making me crave, she thought, her body buzzing, her clarity holding: He’s my anchor, my fire’s his, but I’m still queen.

Once the neighborhood vanished, Nivi leaned in, heart pounding, initiating a wild kiss—lips crashing, tongues tangling deep, her hands pulling his hair, breasts pressing his chest, ass lifting to grind subtly against his side.

 “Fuck, Raghavan—missed this, your mouth, your claim,” she gasped between kisses, voice breathy, naughty, her body on fire, thighs parting as his hand slid to her waist, squeezing hard. 

His lips were hungry, nipping her lower lip, tongue plunging, a groan escaping as he pressed her against the seat.

“Goddamn, Nivi—your lips, so fucking hot, pussy waiting for me?” he growled, voice rough, hand sliding to her ass, squeezing through the leggings, fingers grazing her core, sending a spark through her. 

Fuck, his touch—owning, wrecking me already, she thought, moaning into his mouth, her hands roaming his chest, nails grazing, her fire surging but controlled. 

“Waiting? It’s yours—wreck it, daddy,” she purred, voice sultry, tongues tangling again, the kiss intense, his cock hardening against her thigh through his pants.

The kiss broke as he drove, but the heat lingered, conversations turning steamy. 

“Tell me, Nivi—what you did while I was gone. Mohan’s mouth games? Made him beg?” His voice was teasing, dirty, hand on her thigh, squeezing, eyes flicking to her lips. Fuck, he wants the dirt—loves my fire, my control, she thought, her body heating, a naughty thrill surging. 

“Mohan? Teased him, broke him—7 minutes, my mouth owned him,” she confessed, voice sultry, indirect, her hand brushing his, implying her power without details.

He laughed, voice rough, lust-filled. “Fuck, my queen—sucking him dry, ruling his cock. Dirty girl, but you kept that pussy mine, right?” His words were possessive, naughty, fingers tracing her inner thigh, teasing closer to her core. 

“Promise kept—pussy’s yours, daddy,” 

she purred, voice teasing, leaning in for another kiss at a stoplight, lips soft but hungry, a quick spark before he pulled back. Fuck, his claim—hot, owning, but freeing, she thought, her body buzzing, her clarity steady: My fire’s his, but I’m still in control.

The conversation wove through lust and anticipation. 

“Weekend’s mine, Nivi—gonna make you scream, wreck that pussy,” he growled, hand squeezing her breast, thumb circling her nipple through the chiffon, sending a jolt through her. Fuck, his promise—his cock, his mouth, claiming me, she thought, moaning softly. 

“Scream? I’ll make you work for it, daddy,” she teased, voice breathy, naughty, her hand sliding higher on his thigh, teasing close to his cock, keeping it playful but bold.

He veered off the main road, the car heading to a surprise location, silence falling as the city lights faded, only their heavy breaths filling the air. 

Fuck, a surprise—where’s he taking me? His claim, his fire, my body’s ready, she thought, her heart racing, the weekend’s promise looming, her fire a steady glow, controlled but alive. 

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Chapter 47: Road Tease

The car's engine purred low as they left Coimbatore's lights behind, the road winding through darker paths, trees thickening on both sides. 

Nivi shifted in her seat, the leather cool against her leggings, her pussy still tingling from their earlier makeout, wetness smearing her thighs. 

Fuck, he’s got me hot already—cock hard, hands owning me, she thought, glancing at Raghavan, his stern profile lit by the dashboard, eyes dark with hunger, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on her thigh, fingers squeezing lightly, possessive.

Her curiosity burned, voice soft, naughty, breaking the silence. 

“Sir… where are we going? This road—it’s not the usual way. Tell me, please—the surprise, the details?” 

Her tone teased, leaning closer, her breasts brushing his arm subtly, nipples hardening under the chiffon kurti, her ass shifting to angle toward him. 

Fuck, I need to know—his plan, his fire for me, she thought, her body buzzing, clit pulsing faintly as his hand slid higher, grazing her inner thigh.

Raghavan chuckled low, rough, his hand tightening on her thigh, fingers brushing the seam of her leggings, sending a jolt to her core. 

“Curious, Nivi? Always asking, that pretty mouth running wild.” 

His voice was a growl, eyes flicking to her lips, then down to her cleavage, the kurti teasing her 34C breasts. 

“To shut that mouth… get on your knees. Blow me—suck my cock right here, while I drive. We’ll arrive when you finish, when you swallow every drop.” 

His words were filthy, commanding, his cock bulging in his pants, zipper straining. 

Fuck, she’s eager—pussy wet, body ready; make her work for the secret, he thought, his free hand undoing his belt, pulling out his massive cock—thick, veined, head glistening with pre-cum, balls heavy below.

Nivi’s breath caught, her pussy clenching hard, leaking more into her panties, her mouth watering at the sight. Fuck, his cock—huge, hard for me, demanding my lips during the drive, she thought, shifting to kneel on the seat, her ass up, kurti riding up to show her curves, leggings tight against her 38-inch ass. 

“Yes, daddy—I’ll suck you, make you cum while we ride,” she purred, voice sultry, leaning down, lips brushing the head, tongue flicking the pre-cum, salty and hot, her hand wrapping the base, stroking slow.

He groaned deep, hand threading into her hair, guiding but not forcing, the car steady on the empty road. “Good slut—lips tight, throat deep. Now tell me about Mohan—your encounters, the dirty bets.

 Did you suck him like this, make him beg?” His voice was rough, dirty talk firing up, eyes on the road but glancing down at her bobbing head, her breasts jiggling with the motion. 

Fuck, her mouth—wet, hot; hearing her confess will make me explode, he thought, his cock throbbing in her lips.

She moaned around his cock, the vibration sending shocks through him, her tongue swirling the head, sucking hard before diving deeper, throat tightening. 

“Mohan… kisses first, bold—his lips on mine, hands on my ass, squeezing,” she gasped between sucks, popping off to stroke fast, spit slicking him, then back down, gagging softly as she took more. 

Fuck, confessing while sucking—makes me wetter, his dirty questions burning me, she thought, her free hand slipping between her thighs, rubbing her clit through the leggings, wetness soaking through.    

“Hands on your ass? Fuck, Nivi—bet he grabbed those thunder thighs, wanted to fuck you raw. Faster, Nivi—throat it, like you did Mohan, but for daddy.” 

He growled, hand pushing her head gently, cock hitting her throat, the car bumping slightly, adding to the thrill. His words filthy, stoking her heat, pre-cum leaking more into her mouth. 

She’s confessing like a whore—pussy dripping, my cock stretching her lips, he thought, speeding up a bit, the road curving into denser forest.

She gagged louder, eyes watering but locked on his when she pulled up, hand twisting the base, lips swollen and wet. “Bets… first I lost—sucked him 32 minutes, he held like a rock, cum flooding my mouth. 

But second… won in 7, slow tease, broke him quick.” Her voice was breathy, naughty, diving back down, sucking harder, tongue tracing veins, her ass wiggling in the air, pussy throbbing as she rubbed faster. 

Fuck, his comments—making me hot, clit pulsing; I need to make him cum, arrive soaked, she thought, moans muffled around his thickness.

“32 minutes? Slut—your mouth that good, but he lasted? Bet he jerked thinking of your tits, your ass. Faster, Nivi—throat it, like you did Mohan, but for daddy.” 

His dirty talk ramped, hand gripping her hair tighter, hips bucking subtly, cock swelling in her mouth, the forest thickening outside, lights of a resort faintly visible ahead. 

Fuck, she’s wild—confessing, rubbing her pussy; cum soon, mark her as mine, he thought, his balls tightening, pre-cum flowing.

She intensified, mimicking her tricks on Mohan—deepthroating, gagging wetly, saliva dripping to his balls, hand massaging them, nails grazing, tongue swirling wild. 

“He… came hard, hot ropes—swallowed it all, owned him,” she gasped, popping off to lick the shaft, kissing the head, then sucking deep again, her body on fire, clit aching under her fingers. 

Fuck, his words—filthy, pushing me; pussy dripping down my thighs, she thought, the car’s motion rocking her, breasts bouncing free as her kurti slipped.

“Owned him? But your pussy’s mine—bet Mohan wanted it, but daddy ruins it. 

Cum for your stories, slut—swallow me.” He groaned loud, the resort gates appearing, his cock pulsing, erupting hot cum into her mouth, thick ropes filling her, spilling slightly as she swallowed greedily, milking every drop, tongue lapping clean. 

Fuck, her confessions—hot, making me explode; she’s mine, fire owned, he thought, pulling into the secluded forest resort, the car stopping as his orgasm faded.

Nivi sat up, lips swollen, cum lingering on her tongue, pussy soaked, thighs slick. 

“Fuck, daddy—your cum, so much,” she purred, voice husky, wiping her mouth, her body buzzing with heat. The resort loomed—secluded, trees enveloping wooden cabins, a sign reading 

“Honeymoon Haven,” the air fresh with pine and earth. Fuck, a forest resort—honeymoon suite? His surprise, for wrecking me all weekend, she thought, heart racing, clit still throbbing.

He zipped up, grinning wicked, hand on her thigh again, squeezing. 

“Arrived when you finished—like I said. Forest resort, secluded—honeymoon suite, all ours. No eyes, just us—your body mine to ruin.” 

His voice low, promising, stepping out, opening her door, pulling her into a quick kiss, tasting himself on her lips.

 Fuck, she’s ready—pussy wet from the road; suite’s waiting, bed big for her screams, he thought, leading her to the entrance.

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This is amazing good one

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Chapter 48: Suite Flames 


The door to the honeymoon suite clicked shut behind them, sealing out the cool forest night, the air inside warm and heavy with the scent of fresh linens, jasmine candles flickering softly on side tables, casting golden shadows across the spacious hall. 

The suite was luxurious—wooden beams overhead, a plush sofa in the center, leading to a balcony overlooking the dark trees, and doors branching to bedrooms, a bath, and what looked like a master with a king bed visible through a cracked door. 

Nivi's heart pounded, her lips still tingling from the car blowjob, cum's aftertaste lingering, her pussy soaked, leggings damp against her folds. 

Fuck, this place—secluded, romantic, but dirty; he's gonna ruin me here, claim what's his, she thought, body buzzing as Raghavan pulled her close, his hand sliding to her ass, squeezing hard through the fabric, possessive and rough.

He backed her against the wall, mouth crashing to hers, tongue invading deep, tasting his own cum on her lips, a growl rumbling in his chest. 

"Nivi... finally alone—your body's mine, that pussy I've waited to wreck." 

His voice was low, raw, hands roaming—one cupping her breast, thumb circling her nipple through the chiffon, making it harden instantly, the other dipping between her thighs, rubbing her clit through the leggings, feeling her wetness. Fuck, she's dripping from sucking me; confessions about Mohan fired her up—my slut, ready to submit, he thought, kissing her neck, sucking a fresh mark, his cock hardening again against her hip.

She moaned into his mouth, hands clutching his shirt, nails digging, her ass grinding back into his palm, thighs parting for his fingers. 

"Daddy... yes, wreck me—your pussy, aching since the villa. Mohan's touches... nothing like yours, just teases, but you own." 

Her voice was breathy, real, confessions spilling raw as their tongues tangled, her body arching, breasts pressing his chest, nipples aching for more. 

Fuck, his hands—bold, knowing; deep connection, he sees my fire, encourages it, makes me feel alive, not guilty, she thought, revelations hitting: Anand ignored me, but Raghavan worships, dirties me right.

He pulled back slightly, eyes dark, locked on hers, hand slipping under her kurti, fingers tracing her bare waist, dipping to her navel, teasing the motherhood scars with gentle circles, then rougher, possessive. 

"Tell me more, slut—while I touch you. Mohan's kisses, his cock in your mouth—did it make you wet, thinking of daddy's claim?" His dirty talk was real, probing her depths, connecting their shared heat, his fingers now under her leggings, brushing her soaked panties, one slipping aside to trace her folds, wet and hot. She's opening—confessions bond us, her fire mine; pussy clenching already, begging, he thought, kissing her collarbone, sucking lightly.

Nivi gasped, hips bucking into his hand, her pussy leaking onto his finger, clit throbbing under his thumb. 

"Kisses... hot, bold—his hands on my thighs, ass, but I stopped, controlled. Bets—sucked him, owned him, but... thought of you, daddy—your tongue, your cum, ruining me proper." 

Her words raw, voice sultry, hands sliding down to his belt, stroking his hardening cock through pants, feeling its thickness pulse. 

Fuck, sharing this—deepens us, his dirty questions make me hotter, pussy dripping for his wrecking; he's my anchor, owning without caging, she thought, moaning as his finger dipped inside, shallow thrust, stretching her lightly.

Their connection burned—kisses turning frantic, his mouth on her neck, her hands in his hair, pulling him closer, bodies pressed, his finger thrusting deeper now, curling to hit her spot, her wetness smearing his palm. 

"Good girl—confessing like a whore, pussy gripping my finger. Mohan's nothing; tonight, I fuck you raw, fill that hole." 

His voice rough, real, hand kneading her breast harder, pinching nipple, the dirtiness laced with care, eyes meeting hers with intensity. Fuck, her eyes—vulnerable, fierce; this bond, her evolution from innocent to my queen, makes me ache to claim, he thought, adding a second finger, thrusting faster, her moans echoing in the hall.

She cried out, thighs trembling, her hand squeezing his cock, stroking through fabric, ass grinding back against the wall. "Daddy... yes, fill me—ruin it, make it yours forever. 

Mohan's bets... fun, but empty; your touch, your words—deep, real, connecting my fire to yours." 

Her confessions poured, raw and honest, body on edge, pussy clenching his fingers, clit pulsing under his thumb, He's not just fucking; he's seeing me—past the curves, the teases, to the woman trapped, now free. 

She kissed him hard, tongue dirty, exploring, her free hand under his shirt, nails raking his back.

Suddenly, a knock echoed—sharp, at the door. 

"Room service—dinner as ordered," a voice called, male, young. Nivi froze, eyes wide, pussy still gripping his fingers, heat flushing her cheeks. 

Fuck, caught—his fingers in me, moans loud; the guy heard? she thought, panic mixing with thrill, pulling away quick, kurti disheveled, leggings damp. Raghavan growled low, fingers slipping out, wet and shiny, licking them clean with a wicked grin. 

"Hide, slut—don't let him see your fire yet." 

His voice teasing, naughty, adjusting his pants as she bolted to the nearest room, a bedroom, door cracking open just enough to peek.

The room service guy entered, pushing a cart—steaming plates of biryani, curries, naan, candles for the table—his eyes widening at the disarray: Raghavan's rumpled shirt, the air thick with sex scent, Nivi's faint moan lingering. He caught a glimpse—through the cracked door, Nivi's side profile, kurti slipped to show cleavage, ass curved as she bent to adjust, thighs slick. Fuck, hot—boss with a stunner, caught mid-tease, the guy thought, face flushing, cock stirring, but professional, setting the table quick.

Raghavan tipped him generously, voice firm. 

"That's all—good night." Sending him away fast, door shutting, the guy's mind racing with the witnessed heat. Raghavan turned, grinning wicked, heading to the bedroom where Nivi hid, pushing the door open, finding her on the bed, legs crossed, face flushed, pussy still throbbing. 

"Slut... he saw you—your tits teasing, ass out. Bet his cock's hard now, jerking to my queen." His naughty comment raw, eyes devouring her, stepping close, hand on her thigh again, squeezing.

Nivi laughed breathy, naughty thrill surging, pulling him down for a quick kiss. 

"Fuck, daddy—embarrassing, but hot; his eyes burning like Ashok's cuck stare. You sent him away quick—protective." Her voice real, connecting their playfulness, body warming anew, but hunger hitting. 

Fuck, his comment—dirty, making me wetter; deep bond, he guards my fire, she thought, stomach growling softly.

He chuckled, pulling her up. 

"Dinner first—build the heat. Eat, then... prepare." 

His tone promising, leading her to the hall table, candles lit, food aromatic. They sat close, his thigh against hers, feeding each other bites—biryani spicy on tongues, naan dipped in curry, his hand on her knee under the table, stroking subtly. 

Conversation flowed raw, deep: "Nivi... your evolution—from shy wife to this fire; proud, but tell me, does guilt hit? Anand, the kids?" His question real, eyes soft but dirty, hand sliding higher, grazing her damp leggings.
She swallowed, voice honest, feeding him a bite, her fingers lingering on his lips. 

"Guilt... sometimes, but fading. Anand's dead to me—drinking, ignoring; kids keep me grounded, Amma supports. You... awaken me, connect deep—dirty, but real." 

Her words raw, revelations: Fuck, sharing this—bonds us beyond sex; his care, his dirtiness, perfect. Pussy tingling as his hand rubbed her inner thigh, heat building slow.

He nodded, eyes intense, hand cupping her core lightly, rubbing through fabric. 

"Real—yes, my slut queen. After dinner... prepare separately. I'll hand you something—get ready in here." His voice low, promising the big event, dirtiness laced with connection, feeding her the last bite, kiss following, spicy and deep.

Dinner done, plates pushed aside, he stood, pulling her up, kiss lingering, hands on her ass, squeezing. "Wait here—I'll bring it." 

He disappeared to the master bedroom, returning with a wrapped box, handing it over, eyes wicked. 

"Gorgeous saree—lustful, red silk, low blouse, designed to tease your curves, nipples poking, ass dbangd perfect. Get ready in this room—shower, makeup slutty, anklet on. I'll prepare the main room—bed, ambiance for wrecking you." 

His instructions raw, dirty, hand brushing her breast as he handed the box, cock tenting his pants again.
Nivi took it, body electric, pussy clenching at his words. 

"Yes, daddy—lustful saree, for you to unwrap. Prepare... make it filthy." 

Her voice sultry, real, kissing him quick before he left to the main room, door shutting. Fuck, the big event—finally, his cock in me, ruining; connection deep, his prep showing care, she thought, unwrapping the box: red silk saree, shimmering, blouse low-cut and tight, petticoat sheer, no bra or panties implied. He's thought of everything—my body displayed, owned; dirtiness with romance.

In her room, she stripped, kurti and leggings tossed, naked curves glowing under soft lights, pussy still wet, clit begging. Shower running hot, water cascading over her breasts, tracing nipples, down to her shaved folds, fingers teasing her clit lightly, building anticipation but not releasing. 

Fuck, clean for him—pussy fresh, ready to gush, she thought, soaping curves, ass cheeks slick, revelations: This weekend—deep bond, his claim healing my emptiness. Drying off, skin glowing, she did makeup—slutty, red lips bold, eyes smoky, cheeks flushed, transforming pretty to vixen.

Slipping into the saree—blouse hugging her 34C breasts, low-cut showing swell, nipples faintly visible through silk, no bra; petticoat tied low on hips, saree dbangd sensual, pleats teasing thighs, pallu loose to flash cleavage. Anklet on, gold glinting against her ankle, thunder thighs smooth. 

Fuck, lustful—tits begging, ass swaying; he'll lose it, she thought, turning, side view jaw-dropping, pussy tingling bare under silk. Ready, heart racing, she waited a moment, fire burning.


Meanwhile, in the main room, Raghavan prepared—bed sheets turned down, rose petals scattered, candles everywhere, soft music low and sensual, dim lights casting shadows, a bottle of oil on the side for massages, toys hidden but implied, ambiance filthy romantic. 

He changed—silk robe loose, nothing under, cock semi-hard, waiting. Fuck, ambiance set—bed for her screams, oil for sliding in deep; connection raw, wrecking with care, he thought, sitting on the edge, eyes on the door, anticipating her arrival.

Nivi's hand on her door, ready to step out, the big event looming, their deep, dirty bond pulsing in the air.

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Chapter 49: First Ruin - Part 1: 


Nivi's fingers gripped the doorknob tightly, her pulse racing like a wild drum in her ears, the red silk saree feeling like a second skin against her heated body. 

The low-cut blouse pushed her 34C breasts up enticingly, the fabric so thin that her hardened nipples poked through visibly, begging for attention without a bra to restrain them. The petticoat sat low on her 28-inch waist, the saree dbangd in sensual pleats that teased her 38-inch ass and thunder thighs with every subtle shift, no panties to catch the wetness already leaking from her shaved pussy. 

The gold anklet—Mohan's gift, but tonight it felt like a symbol of her submission to Raghavan—tinkled softly as she took a deep breath. 

Fuck, this is the moment I've craved, his massive cock finally stretching me, ruining my pussy the way he's teased for so long; but it's deeper than that, this connection we have, his eyes seeing right through to my fire, making me feel truly alive and wanted for the first time in years, she thought, her mind flooding with revelations. Anand had fucked her mechanically, quick and emotionless, leaving her empty; Mohan's bets and touches were thrilling but superficial, like scratching an itch without satisfying the hunger. 

Raghavan, though—he understood her evolution, encouraged her slutty side while holding her close, turning her from a neglected wife into a queen who owned her desires.

She turned the knob and stepped into the main room, her hips swaying naturally with each step, the saree swishing against her skin, her ass bouncing just enough to make the silk whisper promises. 

The ambiance wrapped around her like a lover's embrace—dozens of candles flickering in holders on every surface, their warm golden light dancing across the wooden walls and casting intimate shadows; rose petals scattered generously over the king-sized bed's dark satin sheets, their scent mixing with the faint jasmine from earlier; soft, sensual music playing low from hidden speakers, the rhythmic beats echoing her throbbing clit; and on the nightstand, a bottle of scented massage oil gleamed, hinting at slippery, erotic explorations to come. 

Raghavan was perched on the edge of the bed, his silk robe tied loosely at the waist, the deep V revealing his toned chest and a trail of hair leading down to where his massive cock lay semi-hard against his thigh, already twitching at the sight of her. 

His eyes raked over her form hungrily, dark and intense, locking onto her swaying hips, then up to her heaving breasts, finally meeting her gaze with a mix of raw lust and something deeper, more tender.

"Nivi... fuck, you look like a goddess made for sin in that saree—the red silk clinging to every curve, those tits pushed up like an offering, nipples hard and poking through as if they're already aching for my mouth," he said.

his voice a low, rough growl that sent shivers down her spine, standing slowly from the bed, his robe parting slightly to show more of his hardening cock, the thick veins pulsing visibly, pre-cum starting to bead at the head as he closed the distance between them. 

She's breathtaking—curves on full display, that anklet adding a naughty touch; I can smell her arousal already, her pussy wet from the anticipation, but I'll build it slow, connect through every touch, make her feel the passion she's never had, he thought, revelations stirring in him too: Her adventures with Mohan showed her strength, her fire, but she's chosen me to surrender to, this bond we share going beyond the physical, healing the loneliness in both of us.

She halted in the center of the room, letting him circle her once, his presence like a magnetic force, her body responding with a fresh gush of wetness trickling down her inner thigh.

 "Daddy... I put it on just for you—this saree feels so lustful against my skin, hugging my tits and ass, making me feel exposed and ready; do you see how wet it's making me already, thinking of your hands on me?" she replied, her voice sultry and breathy, but laced with genuine vulnerability, reaching out to trace the edge of his robe with trembling fingers, brushing his warm skin, feeling the heat radiating from his body. 

His gaze—it's not just lust, it's like he's seeing all of me, the woman behind the teases; this foreplay starting with words, building that deep pull between us, she thought, her clit pulsing harder as he stepped closer, his hands finally landing on her waist, pulling her flush against him, his hard cock pressing into her belly through the thin silk, hot and insistent, making her gasp softly.

Raghavan didn't dive in aggressively; instead, he started with a slow, passionate kiss, his lips brushing hers softly at first, tasting the boldness of her red lipstick, his tongue slipping out to trace her lower lip before delving in, tangling with hers in a rhythmic dance that mirrored the music's beat. 

"I see it, slut—your body's screaming for me, that saree teasing what's mine; but let's take it slow, let me feel every inch of you, connect like we have in our talks, make this passion real," 

he murmured against her mouth, his hands sliding up her sides deliberately, thumbs grazing the undersides of her breasts, circling the swells but avoiding her nipples for now, building the ache. 

One hand dipped lower, cupping her ass cheek firmly, squeezing the flesh, fingers kneading as he pulled her tighter, his cock grinding subtly against her. 

Her lips—soft, eager; I can feel her trembling, that mix of nerves and fire; foreplay to bond us, whispers and touches to make her open up more, he thought, his free hand threading into her hair, tilting her head for a deeper kiss, tongue exploring her mouth with dirty intent, fucking it slowly as a preview of what was to come.

Nivi moaned into the kiss, the sound vibrating between them, her hands roaming his chest, nails raking lightly over his skin through the robe's opening, feeling his muscles tense under her touch. 

"Mmm... daddy, your kiss—it's so passionate, making me melt; touch my tits, feel how hard my nipples are for you, connect with me like this," she whispered back, her voice breaking slightly with need, arching her back to press her breasts against him, the silk rubbing her sensitive peaks, sending jolts straight to her clit. 

Fuck, this slow start—his tongue owning my mouth, hands teasing without rushing; it's erotic, building that deep emotional pull, making me feel cherished in the dirtiness, she thought, her pussy clenching empty, leaking more, one hand slipping lower to brush the base of his cock, stroking lightly through the robe, feeling it twitch and harden further, pre-cum slicking her fingers as she explored.

He broke the kiss with a low groan, his breath hot on her neck as he trailed kisses down to her collarbone, sucking gently to leave a faint mark, his hands finally cupping her breasts fully, thumbs flicking over the nipples through the blouse, pinching them lightly at first, then harder, rolling them between fingers as she gasped louder. 

"Confess to me, Nivi—while I tease these perfect tits; tell me how Mohan's mouth on you felt, but know mine's the one that'll make you beg tonight, connect us deeper," he said, his voice raw and probing, eyes lifting to meet hers, the dirty question laced with genuine curiosity, wanting to hear her truths to strengthen their bond. His fingers continued their assault on her nipples, twisting gently, pulling, the blouse fabric adding friction that made her squirm.

"Mohan's sucks were quick, hungry but shallow—made me wet, but no fire like this; your touches, daddy... they're passionate, seeing me, making me ache for more," she confessed breathlessly, her hands clutching his shoulders, nails digging in as waves of pleasure shot from her nipples to her core, her pussy throbbing, wetness now soaking the petticoat. Sharing this while he plays with my tits—it's intimate, erotic, deepening our connection; his eyes hold no judgment, just desire, she thought, moaning softly, 

"Ahh... harder, daddy—pinch them, make me feel that passion."

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Chapter 49: First Ruin - Part 2: 



Raghavan's cock throbbed against her at her confession, the raw honesty fueling his arousal, but he kept the pace deliberate, his thumbs circling her nipples slower now, building the tension as he kissed lower, his mouth hovering over the blouse's edge, tongue darting out to lick the exposed swell of her breast. 


"Good girl—confessing like my passionate slut; Mohan's nothing compared to how I'll worship you, make you feel every bit of this connection, body and soul." 


His words were dirty but tender, eyes flicking up to hers again, holding the gaze as he unbuttoned the blouse with one hand, the fabric parting slowly, her breasts spilling free, full and jiggling slightly with her quick breaths, nipples dark and erect in the candlelight. 


Fuck, her tits—lush from motherhood, sensitive; this foreplay, her truths, bonds us tighter, makes the ruin more meaningful, he thought, revelations stirring: Her past teases with others showed her growth, but here, with me, it's real vulnerability, the passion we share healing old wounds.


Nivi arched into him, a soft whimper escaping as the cool air hit her bare breasts, her hands sliding into his hair, pulling him closer. 


"Daddy... your mouth—put it on me, suck my nipples, connect through that heat; feels so good already, passionate like I've never had."


 Her voice was a mix of moan and plea, erotic and real, her body trembling as his lips finally closed around one nipple, sucking gently at first, tongue swirling the peak, teeth grazing lightly to send sparks through her. 


Fuck, his suck—slow, worshipful, not rushed like Mohan's nips; this is erotic foreplay, building layers, making tears prick from the overwhelm, she thought, her pussy clenching hard, leaking more, one thigh pressing against his cock, feeling its heat through the robe.


He groaned around her nipple, the vibration making her gasp louder, his hand kneading the other breast, pinching and rolling the nipple in sync, his free hand sliding under the saree pleats, fingers tracing her inner thigh, feeling the slick trail of her arousal. 


"Taste so good—nipples hard for daddy; tell me more, slut, how bad you want my tongue lower, connecting us in the dirtiness." 


His dirty talk was whispered hot against her skin as he switched nipples, sucking harder now, tongue flicking faster, teeth biting gently, the sensation shooting straight to her clit. 


Her moans—real, passionate; build her confessions, make the oral tease emotional, he thought, fingers inching higher, brushing her outer folds, circling but not entering, feeling her wetness coat him.


"Ahh... daddy, your mouth—sucking so passionate, making me drip; I want your tongue on my pussy, licking deep, connecting like in the villa but more, real love in the filthy." 


Her words came out in broken moans, body writhing, hands pulling his head closer, tears starting to well from the intensity, not pain but overwhelming passion. 


Fuck, this build—his teeth on my nipple, fingers teasing my pussy lips; erotic, making me emotional, tears from how seen I feel, she thought, revelations deepening: First time foreplay feels like this—slow, verbal, connecting beyond bodies.


He pulled back slightly, nipple popping from his mouth wet and shiny, eyes dark with desire as he unpinned the saree fully, letting the silk cascade down, pooling at her feet, leaving her in the open blouse and petticoat, her curves on full display. 


"Cry for me later, queen—now, let's get you bare; your body's art, passionate fire I need to taste." His voice rough, hands untying the petticoat, letting it drop, her pussy exposed, pink and glistening, clit swollen, wetness shining on her thighs. He knelt slowly, hands spreading her legs, anklet cold against his palm, face level with her core, breath hot on her folds. 


"Beautiful—pussy wet, begging; gonna lick slow, connect through every stroke, make you feel the real passion you've missed."


Nivi's legs trembled, hands on his shoulders for support, a soft cry escaping as his tongue flicked out, tracing her outer lips lightly, lapping the slickness with deliberate slowness. 


"Oh god... daddy, your tongue—feels so erotic, passionate; lick deeper, make me moan for you." Her voice shaky, moans verbal and raw, body arching, pussy leaking more at the tease.

 Fuck, this oral start—his breath on my clit, tongue teasing folds; building that deep bond, tears threatening from how tenderly dirty it is, she thought, one hand in his hair, guiding gently.

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Chapter 49: First Ruin - Part 3: 



Raghavan's tongue moved with purposeful slowness at first, tracing the outer edges of her folds, lapping up the fresh wetness that dripped from her pussy, his hands gripping her thunder thighs firmly, spreading them wider to expose her fully, the anklet pressing into his palm like a reminder of her teasing past. 


He looked up at her, eyes locking with hers over the mound of her shaved pussy, the candlelight reflecting in his gaze, making the moment feel intimately connected. 


"Your pussy— so pink and wet, tasting like my passionate slut; gonna go deeper now, lick every inch, connect us through this worship, make you feel how real it can be." 


His words were murmured hot against her skin, raw and erotic, his breath teasing her clit before his tongue finally parted her folds, swirling around the entrance, dipping in shallow thrusts, savoring her musky sweetness as if it was the only thing that mattered. 


Fuck, her taste—addictive, her juices flowing like she's been waiting forever; this oral, slow and deep, to bond us, make her open up more emotionally, he thought, Her stories of Mohan showed her exploration, but this vulnerability with me, crying already from the build-up, it's the real passion she's craved.


Nivi's knees buckled slightly, her hands tightening in his hair, pulling him closer as a soft, verbal moan escaped her lips, 


"Ahh... daddy, your tongue inside me—feels so good, passionate and slow; keep licking, make me drip more for you." 


Her body responded instinctively, hips tilting forward to give him better access, her pussy clenching around his tongue, leaking steadily now, the wetness smearing his chin. 


Fuck, this oral tease—his tongue thrusting shallow, eyes meeting mine; it's erotic, making that deep connection swell, tears starting because it's not just physical, it's him seeing my need, she thought, Anand never went down on her like this, quick fumbles at best; Mohan's oral was rushed, self-serving; but Raghavan's... it's worship, passionate and real, stirring emotions she didn't know sex could evoke.


He groaned against her, the vibration sending jolts through her clit, his tongue delving deeper now, fucking her pussy with slow, deliberate strokes, his nose brushing her swollen clit, adding friction that made her gasp louder. 


One hand slid up her thigh, fingers joining his tongue, two slipping in alongside, curling to hit her g-spot gently at first, thrusting in rhythm as his mouth sucked her clit hard, tongue flicking the nub with expert precision. 


"Moan for me, queen—tell me how this feels, connect through your words, let the passion out; your pussy's gripping so tight, like it's begging for more." 


His voice was muffled but raw, dirty talk intertwined with tenderness, his free hand kneading her ass cheek, spanking lightly to heighten the sensation, the slap echoing softly in the room. Fuck, her moans—real, building; oral to push her edges, make those tears flow from overwhelm, bond us in this filthy love, he thought, adding a third finger, stretching her wider, thrusts picking up speed while his tongue swirled her clit relentlessly.



"Ohh... daddy, yes—your fingers and tongue together, stretching me, hitting that spot; it's so passionate, making me feel everything, ahh... don't stop, please," she moaned verbally, her voice breaking into higher pitches, tears finally spilling down her cheeks from the intense pleasure, not pain but pure emotional release, her body shaking as the build-up crested. 


Her hips bucked against his face, pussy gushing more juices, coating his fingers and tongue, the anklet jingling with her tremors. Fuck, this deepening oral—his fingers curling, clit sucked hard; erotic waves crashing, connecting us so deeply that tears come from how seen and desired I feel, she thought, revelations pouring: First time oral feels like lovemaking, passionate and dirty, stirring her soul, making her cry in ecstasy as the orgasm approached.


He sensed her edge, pulling back just enough to whisper against her clit, "Cry for me, slut—let the passion out, cum on my tongue, connect through your release; you're mine, queen, feel it all." 


His words erotic and encouraging, mouth latching back on, sucking her clit harder, teeth grazing lightly, fingers thrusting faster, scissoring inside to stretch her, g-spot assaulted relentlessly. Fuck, her tears—beautiful, passionate; this oral climax to bond, make her ready for the main, he thought, his cock throbbing untouched, pre-cum dripping onto the floor from the arousal of her reactions.


Nivi shattered, a loud, verbal cry escaping, "Daddy... cumming—ahh, so hard, passionate tears for you!" 


Her pussy spasmed wildly, squirting onto his tongue and face, juices flooding, body convulsing as tears streamed freely, the orgasm ripping through her like nothing before, emotional and physical waves merging. 


Fuck, crying from passion—first time, his worship making me release everything; deep connection, erotic high, she thought, legs weakening, hands clutching his head for support as she rode the waves.


He lapped her clean gently, face glistening with her cum, standing to pull her into a kiss, sharing her taste, his arms wrapping around her waist, holding her steady as she trembled. 


"Beautiful—your tears, passionate and real; taste yourself, queen, connect in the afterglow." His voice soft now, raw tenderness mixing with dirtiness, his cock pressing her thigh, hard and ready but patient.

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Nivi kissed him back hungrily, tasting her own musky release on his lips, the erotic tang making her pussy twitch despite the aftershocks, her tears mixing into the kiss as she clung to him, hands roaming his back. 


"Daddy... that was intense—your mouth, making me cry from how good, how connected it felt; now let me return it, worship you back, keep this passion flowing." 


Her voice was husky and verbal, moans still lingering in her tone, body pressing closer, her bare breasts against his chest, nipples rubbing his skin. 


Fuck, sharing my taste in the kiss—erotic, deepening us; his patience after making me cum, now my turn to show passion, she thought, This mutual give-and-take, real sex at last, emotional tears from the bond, not just the act.


Raghavan groaned into the kiss, his cock pulsing against her, but he nodded, eyes soft yet hungry, guiding her hands to his robe's tie. 


"Yes, slut—worship my cock, connect through your mouth; but slow, passionate, like I did for you." His words raw, helping her untie the robe, letting it fall open fully, his body exposed—chest broad, cock standing thick and veined, balls heavy below, pre-cum glistening. Fuck, her initiative—passionate, real; oral from her to balance, make the build emotional, he thought, sitting back on the bed's edge, pulling her down gently between his legs, his hand stroking her hair as she knelt, the rose petals soft under her knees.


She settled between his thighs, hands on his knees, spreading them wider, her eyes locked on his cock, admiring its size, the way it throbbed for her. 


"Your cock— so big, hard for me; gonna suck slow, passionate, make you feel my connection." 


Her voice sultry and verbal, leaning in, tongue flicking the head first, lapping the pre-cum, salty and hot, moaning softly at the taste. Fuck, his flavor—erotic, addictive; this oral, my way to give back, connect through every lick, she thought, hand wrapping the base, stroking slow as her mouth engulfed the head, sucking gently, tongue swirling the ridge, eyes up at him for that intimate lock.


He moaned low, hand in her hair, not pushing but guiding lightly, his body tensing. 


"Ahh... Nivi, your mouth—warm, passionate; suck deeper, connect like that, tell me how it feels." 


His voice breaking slightly, erotic encouragement, eyes meeting hers, the bond palpable. Fuck, her technique—improved, passionate; this mutual oral, building tears in her again? he thought, Her passion mirrors mine, this exchange healing us both.


"Mmm... tastes so good, daddy—your pre-cum, salty; feels passionate, connecting us," she moaned around him verbally, taking more, throat relaxing to deepthroat slow, gagging softly but pushing through, hand twisting the base, other massaging his balls, nails grazing. Fuck, sucking him—erotic power, his moans making me wet again; deep, like sharing souls, she thought, bobbing slower, tongue tracing veins, building his tension.


He bucked lightly, groans verbal, "Fuck... deeper, slut—your throat, passionate grip; keep going, make me ache." 


The build continued, her sucking intensifying, but he pulled her up after minutes, kiss passionate, 


"Break—too close; hold the passion, connect more before main."


They paused, bodies pressed, whispers exchanged—her tears wiped, his cock throbbing against her, emotional break in the erotic storm.

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Raghavan held Nivi close in the afterglow of her oral-induced orgasm, his arms wrapped around her trembling body, his face still glistening with her cum, the taste of her lingering on his tongue as he kissed her forehead softly, wiping away her tears with gentle thumbs. The room's candlelight flickered over their skin, casting warm shadows that made the moment feel even more intimate, the rose petals sticking to her sweat-damp back as she leaned into him, her breasts pressing against his chest, nipples still sensitive and hard from his earlier attention. 


"My passionate queen—those tears, so real, from how deep this feels; you came so hard on my tongue, connecting us like that, but we're not done—tell me how it felt, slut, share while I hold you." 


His voice was low and tender, raw with emotion, his cock still hard and throbbing against her thigh, but he made no move to push inside yet, his hands stroking her sides slowly, tracing the curve of her waist, fingers brushing the motherhood scars on her belly with reverence. 


Fuck, her tears—beautiful, not from pain but pure passion; this break to talk, connect emotionally after the oral, makes the main act more meaningful, bonds us beyond the physical, he thought, Her cries show how starved she's been for this kind of real intimacy; I'll make the penetration passionate, let her feel every emotion.


Nivi sniffled softly, her cheeks flushed, tears still trickling as she looked up at him, her hands on his face, fingers tracing his jaw, feeling the stubble under her touch. 


"Daddy... it felt incredible—your tongue and fingers, worshipping my pussy so slow and deep, making me cry from how overwhelming, how connected; no one's ever made me feel this seen, this passionate." 


Her voice was verbal and shaky, moans lingering in her tone as aftershocks rippled through her pussy, clenching empty now, leaking remnants onto his thigh. She kissed him lightly, tasting herself again, the erotic tang mixing with the salt of her tears. 


Fuck, this afterglow—his arms holding me, wiping my tears; it's not just dirty, it's real love in the passion, making me emotional all over, she thought, revelations surging: First time oral led to tears of joy, connecting us soul-deep; now craving his cock, but this break, sharing words, builds the anticipation perfectly.

He smiled against her lips, the kiss turning deeper but still slow, his hand sliding down to cup her ass, squeezing gently, lifting her slightly so her pussy brushed his cock head, teasing without entering, the slickness coating him. 


"Seen—that's what you are, my slut; passionate tears mean we're real, connecting beyond the teases you've had; now, for the main—lay back, let me enter slow, feel every inch, talk through it." 


His words were erotic and reassuring, guiding her back onto the bed amid the petals, her legs spreading instinctively, anklet catching the light as he positioned between her thighs, his cock head rubbing her folds, parting them lightly, clit pulsing under the pressure. Fuck, her openness—verbal, emotional; penetration now, slow to let her adjust, make her cry more from the passion, he thought, leaning down to kiss her neck, sucking softly as he pushed the head in just an inch, stretching her entrance, holding still.


Nivi gasped verbally, her hands clutching the sheets, then moving to his back, nails digging lightly as the stretch burned deliciously, her pussy walls gripping the intrusion. 


"Ahh... daddy, your cock head—stretching me slow, feels so full already; passionate, connect deeper, push more." 


Her moan was real, eyes meeting his, tears welling again from the intensity, body arching to take him. Fuck, this entry—slow, erotic tease; his eyes holding mine, making it emotional, tears from how perfect this real sex feels, she thought, Anand rushed in dry, no care; this... passionate build, connecting every sensation.


He groaned low, pushing another inch, her wetness easing the way, but her tightness making him throb. 


"Fuck... so tight, pussy hugging me; feel it, queen—talk to me, moan how it connects us." 


His voice strained but passionate, thrusting shallow now, in and out just a few inches, building rhythm, one hand on her breast, thumb circling nipple. Her gasps—erotic music; keep verbal, make the penetration emotional, he thought, kissing a tear from her cheek.


"Ohh... yes, daddy—deeper, your cock filling me, passionate stretch; connects us so real, ahh... making me tear up again." She moaned verbally, hips lifting to meet him, pussy clenching, tears flowing freely now.


Full in, he held, kissing her deep, "Cry, slut—passion real; now thrust." Slow rhythm began, connecting them fully.


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Raghavan's thrusts started slow and deliberate, pulling out almost to the head before sliding back in deep, his cock stretching her pussy walls with each movement, the wetness squelching softly, her juices coating him fully now. 


He kept his eyes locked on hers, the candlelight reflecting the tears streaming down her cheeks, his hand intertwined with one of hers beside her head, the other on her hip, guiding her to meet his rhythm. 


"Feel every thrust, Nivi—my cock owning your pussy, passionate and deep; tell me how it makes you cry, connect through the words, queen." 


His voice was a husky whisper, raw with emotion, sweat beading on his forehead as he held back from pounding, wanting to savor the build, the way her body responded. Fuck, inside her finally—hot, tight grip; this slow pace, her tears, connects us emotionally, making the passion overwhelming for her first real fuck, he thought, Her cries aren't just from pleasure; they're from the bond, the way I'm making her feel valued in the dirtiness, unlike her past.


Nivi's moans were verbal and broken, her free hand clutching his back, nails raking down as each thrust hit deeper, grazing her g-spot, sending erotic waves through her core, her pussy clenching rhythmically around him, trying to pull him in further. 


"Daddy... ahh, your thrusts—slow, filling me completely, passionate like I've dreamed; it's making me cry because it feels so real, so connected, oh god... don't stop." Her voice cracked with sobs of ecstasy, tears flowing freely, body arching to take him fully, breasts bouncing with each gentle push, nipples rubbing his chest. 


Fuck, this penetration—his cock sliding deep, eyes on mine; erotic stretch, but the emotion, the passion, bringing tears because it's healing, real sex for the first time, she thought, revelations pouring: No quick finishes like with Anand, no games like Mohan; this is love in motion, dirty and deep, overwhelming my senses.


He leaned down, kissing away a tear, his thrusts picking up a fraction, still controlled, cock bottoming out with each in-stroke, balls lightly slapping her ass, his hand moving from her hip to her clit, thumb circling the swollen nub slowly, adding layers to the sensation. 


"Cry more, slut—those tears are beautiful, passionate release; your pussy's gripping so tight, connecting us body and soul; moan for me, tell daddy how close you are." His words were erotic encouragement, voice straining as her walls fluttered around him, his own build starting but held back for her. 


Fuck, her sobs—erotic, real; thumb on clit to push her over, make this first penetration orgasm tearful and memorable, he thought, sucking her neck, leaving a mark as thrust angled to hit her spot harder.


"Ahh... daddy, closer—your cock hitting deep, thumb on my clit, passionate fire building; I'm crying from how good, how connected—oh fuck, cumming!" 


She screamed verbally, her pussy spasming hard around his cock, gushing wetness, walls milking him as the orgasm ripped through, tears streaming, body convulsing in passionate waves. 


"Yes... so real, daddy—ahh!"


He groaned, holding through her climax, thrusts slowing to let her ride it, kissing her tears. "Good girl—cumming on my cock, passionate tears; feel us connected, queen." 


Fuck, her orgasm—tight squeeze, emotional; keep going, build another. He didn't stop, shifting to deeper thrusts, passion unending.


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Raghavan kept his thrusts steady even as Nivi’s orgasm pulsed around his cock, her pussy gripping him like a vice, her juices soaking the sheets and mixing with the crushed rose petals beneath them. 


Her tears streamed freely, a mix of passionate release and overwhelming emotion, her verbal cries echoing in the candlelit room, 


“Daddy... oh god, still shaking—your cock, so deep, making me feel everything!” 


Her body trembled under him, breasts heaving with each sob, nipples brushing his chest as she clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders, leaving red trails. 


He slowed his rhythm deliberately, pulling out almost fully, then sliding back in with measured depth, letting her feel every inch of his thick, veined cock stretching her walls, his balls grazing her ass with each gentle thrust. 


Fuck, her pussy—clenching hard after that climax, tears of passion; keep it slow, connect deeper, make her feel safe in this intensity, he thought, Her emotional surrender, crying from the pleasure, shows how much she’s craved this real connection; this isn’t just fucking, it’s healing her, bonding us beyond the physical.
He leaned down, kissing her tear-streaked cheeks softly, his lips brushing the salty trails, his hand cupping her face as he whispered against her skin, 


“My queen—those tears, so fucking passionate, showing how deep this goes; talk to me, slut, tell me how my cock feels, how it connects us, makes you cry like this.” 


His voice was raw, a mix of dirty encouragement and tender care, his thumb stroking her jaw, eyes locked on hers, searching for that emotional thread. 


His other hand slid to her breast, kneading gently, thumb circling her nipple to keep the erotic heat alive without overwhelming her post-orgasm sensitivity. 


Her eyes—vulnerable, burning; this moment, her confessions through tears, ties us tighter, makes the passion real, he thought, his cock throbbing inside her, holding back his own release to prolong her pleasure.


Nivi’s breath hitched, her verbal moans softening into whimpers as she met his gaze, her hands sliding to his chest, fingers tracing his muscles, feeling his heartbeat under her touch. “Daddy... ahh, your cock—still stretching me, so full, passionate; it’s making me cry because it’s real, not just sex, but you seeing me, loving my fire.” 


Her voice cracked with emotion, tears spilling anew as she spoke, her pussy clenching rhythmically around him, still sensitive from her climax, leaking more wetness with each slow thrust. Fuck, this connection—his eyes holding mine, kisses on my tears; it’s erotic, but so emotional, making me feel whole, desired in every way, she thought, Anand’s quick fucks left her hollow, Mohan’s games were fleeting thrills, but Raghavan’s slow, deliberate thrusts and tender words are knitting her broken pieces together, making her sob from joy.


He groaned at her words, the emotional weight fueling his arousal, his thrusts deepening slightly but still controlled, angling to graze her g-spot, sending soft jolts through her. 


“Real—that’s us, slut; your pussy’s mine, gripping so tight, crying for our bond; tell me more, how this feels different, passionate.” 


His voice was a husky plea, his mouth moving to her neck, sucking a fresh mark, tongue tracing the pulse point as his hand slid down to her thigh, lifting it higher, opening her wider for deeper penetration. Fuck, her confessions—raw, emotional; this slow fuck, her tears, it’s passionate love, not just lust, he thought, his cock pulsing, pre-cum mixing with her juices, the slick sounds filling the room.


“Mmm... different—passionate, deep; your cock, moving slow, hitting spots Anand never touched, connecting us; I’m crying because it’s love in the dirty, ahh... keep going, daddy,” she moaned verbally, her hips rocking to meet his thrusts, her pussy fluttering, building again despite the recent orgasm. 


Her hands roamed his back, nails raking harder now, urging him on, tears flowing as the emotional intensity blended with the erotic. Fuck, his rhythm—perfect, passionate; every thrust feels like he’s claiming my soul, tears from how much I’m seen, she thought, her body trembling, clit throbbing as his pelvis grazed it with each in-stroke.


He sensed her rising again, his hand moving to her clit, fingers rubbing slow circles, not rushing, wanting to build her back up emotionally and physically. 


“Cry more, my passionate queen—feel me loving you, fucking you deep; we’ll break soon, connect closer, talk dirty.” His words were a mix of command and care, his thrusts pausing as he pulled out slowly, her pussy clenching empty, a soft whimper escaping her lips. He lay beside her, pulling her into his arms, bodies pressed close, his cock hard against her thigh, her breasts against his chest. 


“Break—talk, touch, keep the passion; tell me, slut, what’s making you cry most?” His voice soft, fingers stroking her hair, wiping tears, the intimacy raw.


Nivi curled into him, her face buried in his neck, lips brushing his skin as she spoke, her voice verbal but shaky, 


“Your care, daddy—fucking me slow, kissing my tears; it’s passionate, connecting us beyond my body, making me cry from feeling loved, not used.” Her hand slid to his cock, stroking gently, keeping the heat alive, her pussy still leaking onto his thigh. 


Fuck, this break—his arms, his questions; it’s erotic intimacy, deepening our bond, making tears flow from love, she thought, This pause, this talking, it’s as passionate as the act, cementing their connection.


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Raghavan kissed her deeply, tasting the salt of her tears, his hand sliding to her ass, squeezing gently, pulling her closer so her pussy rubbed his thigh, rekindling the fire. 


“Love you like this, slut—passionate, open; let’s keep connecting, oral again, taste each other, talk dirty.” His voice was raw, erotic, guiding her to shift, pulling her into a 69 position, her pussy above his face, his cock at her lips. 


“Suck me, queen—slow, passionate, tell me how my cock feels in your mouth.” His tongue flicked out, lapping her folds again, tasting the mix of her cum and his pre-cum, groaning softly as her lips closed around his head. 


Fuck, mutual oral—intimate, raw; her taste after climax, her mouth on me, keeps the passion burning, he thought, revelations: This interlude, oral to pause but not cool, strengthens our emotional tie, her tears proof of trust.


Nivi moaned around his cock, the vibration sending shocks through him, her tongue swirling the head, lapping pre-cum, sucking slow and deliberate, matching the rhythm of his tongue on her clit. 


“Mmm... daddy, your cock—so thick, tastes so good; passionate in my mouth, connecting us, ahh... your tongue on me again.” 


Her verbal moan was muffled but clear, her hands stroking his shaft, one massaging his balls, nails grazing lightly, her pussy grinding down on his face, leaking anew. 


Fuck, this 69—erotic, intimate; his tongue licking my cum, my mouth worshipping him; passionate, keeping tears close, she thought, Oral now feels like an extension of their bond, emotional as much as physical, her tears hovering from the intensity.


He groaned louder, tongue thrusting into her pussy, fucking her slow, nose brushing her clit, hands on her ass, spanking lightly to make her jump, juices flooding his mouth. 


“Taste so sweet—pussy dripping, passionate for me; suck harder, slut, connect through this.” 


His words vibrated against her folds, encouraging her, his cock throbbing in her mouth as she deepthroated, gagging softly but pushing through, eyes watering not from effort but emotion. Fuck, her mouth—expert, passionate; this oral break, her willingness, deepens our love, he thought, sucking her clit hard, fingers slipping in to thrust alongside his tongue.


“Ahh... daddy, yes—your tongue and fingers, passionate, making me close again; love sucking you, feeling us connect,” she moaned verbally, popping off to lick his shaft, kissing the veins, sucking each ball gently before diving back, throat tight around him. 


Her body trembled, pussy spasming, building fast from his oral assault. Fuck, this mutual worship—erotic, emotional; tears threatening again, from how perfect this feels, she thought, cumming suddenly, squirting onto his face, a verbal cry, “Cumming—daddy!”


He drank her release, pulling her off his cock gently, flipping her to her back, kissing her deep, sharing her taste. 


“Good girl—passionate cum; now back to fucking, deeper, make you cry more.” His cock slid back in, thrusts resuming slow, passionate, tears flowing as they reconnected, the night stretching on.

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As the intense waves of Nivi's orgasm faded, the raw sobs that had spilled from her earlier subsided completely, leaving her body relaxed and humming with a quieter, deeper desire, the passion shifting from emotional overwhelm to a slow, simmering dirtiness that bloomed in the space between them. 


Her breathing steadied into soft, rhythmic sighs, her pussy still fluttering around Raghavan's cock, but now in a way that invited exploration rather than immediate climax, the heat unfurling like a secret shared in the flicker of candlelight. 


He sensed the change in her, the way her body melted under him, no longer trembling with tears but ready to surrender to his lead, and with a low, possessive groan, he slid out of her slowly, her walls clinging to his shaft, a glistening trail of their mixed wetness connecting them for a moment before breaking. 


He guided her gently but firmly onto her stomach, his hands on her hips lifting her just enough to arch her back, positioning her on all fours amid the scattered rose petals and rumpled satin sheets, the candlelight casting warm shadows across her skin, illuminating the full, round perfection of her 38-inch ass—the feature that had haunted his thoughts since her return to the office, the one she’d unknowingly teased with every sway past desks and doorways.


Nivi obeyed his touch without hesitation, settling into the position as he directed, her thighs spreading slightly on instinct, the gold anklet tinkling softly against the bed as she adjusted, her pussy exposed from behind, pink and swollen, leaking steadily down her inner thighs, the wetness catching the light. 


The cries were gone, replaced by a deep, breathy sigh of surrender, the passion blooming dirtier now, slower, like a fire being coaxed back to life. 


“Daddy, this new way—turning me over like this, it feels so open, so raw; your hands guiding me, it’s different, hot, like you’re seeing all of me,” she murmured, her voice flowing naturally, raw and simple, glancing back over her shoulder to meet his eyes, her ass lifting slightly higher as if offering itself, trusting him to lead her into this uncharted territory. 


Fuck, this is new—never been taken like this, only Anand’s quick missionary grunts that left me empty; his hands on my ass, leading me, it’s erotic, blooming that dirty heat slowly, connecting us through his control, she thought, her pussy clenching empty, wetness trickling as she surrendered to the unfamiliar position, her body heating from the anticipation of what he’d do next.


Raghavan knelt behind her, his breath catching at the sight, his hands drawn immediately to her ass cheeks, palms cupping them with firm, unhurried pressure, fingers kneading the soft, pliant flesh deeply, spreading them apart to reveal her completely—the tight pucker of her asshole winking in the candlelight, her pussy lips parted and dripping, the wetness shining like an invitation. 


His cock throbbed hard, veined and slick with her juices, pre-cum dripping from the head as he rubbed it between her cheeks, sliding along the crack without entering, teasing her pussy entrance with the head before pulling back, letting it slap lightly against one cheek, leaving a sticky mark that made her shiver. 


“Your ass, Nivi—shit, it’s been driving me crazy since you walked back into the office, swaying it past my door, bending over files, making every guy stare; now it’s mine to touch, to take slow, to make you feel how much I’ve wanted this view,” he said, his words pouring out in a natural, continuous stream, raw and simple, thick with lust but grounded in affection, his thumbs circling her asshole lightly, pressing just enough to tease without penetrating, while one hand dipped lower to trace her pussy lips, gathering her wetness and spreading it over her ass, making it glisten under the flickering light.


She let out a soft, flowing moan at his touches, her body responding with a fresh gush of wetness, her clit pulsing untouched but aching from the slow tease, the dirtiness blooming fuller as she obeyed his lead, her ass pushing back subtly into his hands. 


“Daddy, your hands on my ass like that—kneading it, spreading me, your cock so close but teasing; it’s hot, raw, making me feel wanted in a way I’ve never felt, not with Anand’s boring thrusts,” she replied, her voice a seamless blend of surrender and desire, no pauses or stilted phrases, just real openness as she glanced back again, her eyes heavy-lidded from the building heat, her curves settling deeper into the pose, trusting him to guide her through this new experience. Fuck, this obedience—letting him lead into something I’ve never done, his hands worshipping my ass like it’s his prize; it’s erotic, blooming that dirty passion slowly, connecting us through his focus on my main feature, she thought, her pussy throbbing harder, wetness flowing freely now, trickling down her thighs as his thumb pressed her asshole a bit firmer, circling with slick pressure, the sensation sending electric shivers up her spine, heightening the slow bloom.


He leaned forward, his breath hot and steady on her skin, planting a trail of open-mouthed kisses along her ass cheeks, starting at the curve where thigh met ass, his tongue flicking out to lick the soft flesh, tasting the salt of her sweat mixed with her arousal, then biting gently to leave faint red marks that bloomed like petals on her skin. His cock continued its tease, sliding between her cheeks again, the head nudging her pussy entrance but pulling back each time, building the anticipation, the dirtiness blooming in the way he worshipped without rushing. One hand slapped her cheek lightly but deliberately, the sound sharp and intimate in the quiet room, red spreading faintly across her skin, followed immediately by his mouth soothing it, sucking the spot tenderly, his fingers kneading deeper, spreading her wider to watch her holes twitch in response. 


“Been waiting to do this—touch this ass that’s teased me for weeks, swaying past my office, making me hard while you smiled all innocent; now I’m taking it slow, tasting it, making you feel how much I’ve wanted to own this view, raw and real,” he continued, his words flowing naturally, simple and lust-filled, his free hand slipping between her thighs to rub her clit in slow, firm circles, syncing with the teasing of his cock, the bloom intensifying as her moans grew steadier.


“Daddy, your mouth on my ass—kissing it, biting it, marking it; it’s so raw, so hot, nothing like the quick missionary I’m used to, your fingers on my clit making me shake already,” she moaned back, her response flowing effortlessly, real and immersive, her ass arching higher, the jiggle more inviting as she surrendered to the new position, her body heating from the inside out. 


Fuck, this slow worship—his tongue soothing the slaps, fingers circling my clit; it’s erotic, blooming that dirty passion in a way Anand never could, connecting us through his lead and my trust, she thought, her pussy dripping onto the sheets, the anklet tinkling as her leg shifted for better access, the unfamiliar angle making every sensation sharper, more vivid, her obedience deepening the intimacy.


He varied the touches, his mouth moving to lick the crease between her ass and thigh, tongue dipping closer to her pussy but not quite there, teasing the sensitive skin, his cock slapping against her cheek again, the head leaving sticky trails of pre-cum that he rubbed in with his palm, making her skin slick and shiny. 


Another slap landed, firmer this time, the bloom of red spreading warmer, but he soothed it instantly with long licks, his breath hot as he murmured, 


“Those office moves—leaning over desks, ass out just enough to drive me wild, Ashwin grinning, Dinesh staring, Mohan grabbing; I’m making it mine now, slow and raw, tasting every inch of this view, feeling you open up for me.” 


His words flowed seamlessly, raw and simple, his hand on her clit rubbing faster but still controlled, the other spreading her ass to blow cool air on her holes, heightening the sensation, the slow bloom turning the passion dirtier, more intimate.


“Daddy, the way you’re tasting my ass, slapping it, blowing on me— it’s so different, so hot; never felt this before, just boring missionary with Anand, but this, your hands and mouth making me feel owned, wanted,” she replied, her voice a continuous stream of desire, her ass pushing back to meet his touches, the jiggle more pronounced, her pussy leaking more as the dirtiness deepened, the bloom slow and consuming.


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Raghavan’s control held firm as he finally aligned his cock with her pussy entrance from behind, the head pressing in slowly at first, stretching her folds with a delicious burn, her walls welcoming him with a tight, wet grip, her juices easing the way as he bottomed out in one deliberate thrust, his hips pressing flush against her ass cheeks, making them compress and jiggle softly. 


The passion bloomed dirtier now, the slow tease giving way to a punishing rhythm that built gradually, his hands gripping her hips with possessive strength, thumbs digging into the dimples above her ass, guiding her back onto him as he pulled out almost fully, watching her pussy lips cling to his shaft, then slamming in harder, the slap of skin against skin echoing intimately, her ass rippling with each impact, the anklet jingling in time. 


“This ass of yours, Nivi—shit, it’s the view I’ve been jerking to every time you walked by, swaying it like you didn’t know what it did to me; now I’m taking it raw, slamming it for every tease in the office, making you feel how much I’ve wanted this,” he said, his words pouring out in a natural, continuous stream, simple and thick with lust, one hand leaving her hip to slap her cheek firmer, the red mark deepening like a rose in bloom, then rubbing it soothingly, his cock angling to hit her g-spot on the in-thrust, building the heat without overwhelming rush.


Nivi obeyed the rhythm he set, her body moving back to meet his slams, her ass jiggling more with each punishing push, her pussy clenching tight around him, wetness squirting lightly with the force, the dirtiness blooming fuller as she moaned, “Daddy, your slams from behind—fuck, it’s so raw, so different; never had this, only Anand’s quick missionary that felt like nothing, but you’re hitting deep, making my ass shake, it’s hot, making me feel wanted.” 


Her response was seamless, raw and flowing, no hesitation, her curves adapting to the unfamiliar position as he shifted—pulling her up slightly so her back arched more against him, thrusting up into her with a twist, his hands reaching around to cup her breasts, pinching her nipples in sync with the slams, the ass view still central but now with her body pressed back against his, curves melding together. 


Fuck, this new angle—his cock slamming up, hands on my tits; it’s erotic, blooming that dirty passion I never knew, connecting us through his lead and my surrender, she thought, her pussy throbbing, clit aching for touch as the bloom intensified, her body learning the position through his guidance, every slam a revelation of what sex could be.


He varied it further, easing her down flatter on her stomach, her ass raised just enough by a pillow he grabbed, thrusting in from above with his body covering hers like a blanket, cock slamming deeper in this prone position, the angle making her ass compress under his weight, jiggling with each punishing push, his mouth at her ear whispering as he flowed, “Switching it like this—taking you flat, your ass still shaking under me, for every time you bent over in the office, teasing without knowing, making me hard while you smiled; now it’s raw, deep, owning this view I’ve craved.” 


His words continued naturally, simple and lust-filled, his hand slipping under to rub her clit in firm circles, the other spanking her side cheek lightly, red blooming anew, thrusts relentless but passionate, building the bloom. 


Fuck, this prone view—her ass compressed, jiggling; it’s blooming punishment for her teases, connecting us through her obedience to these new angles, he thought, his cock throbbing inside her, still holding off his own release to prolong her experience.


“Daddy, this flat way—fuck, it’s so deep, your cock hitting new spots, making my ass shake under you; it’s raw, hot, nothing like the boring missionary I knew, your hands and slams making me feel alive,” she moaned back, her response flowing naturally, her body tiring now but the dirtiness blooming so intensely, her legs quivering from the extended variations, energy waning despite the heat. 


Fuck, these variations—his slams owning my ass, clit buzzing under his fingers; it’s blooming passion in ways I never imagined, connecting us through his control over my main feature, she thought, her pussy leaking more, the unfamiliar angles stretching her experience, making every sensation sharper, more vivid.


He sensed her fatigue, her legs trembling slightly, and slowed his thrusts, easing to a stop, pulling out with a wet pop, her pussy gaping and leaking their juices onto the sheets. 


“You’re tired, Nivi—took those slams like a champ, feeling it raw and new; let’s take a break, cuddle and smoke on the balcony, let the forest chill hit our nude bodies, keep this heat simmering,” he said, his voice flowing gently, lifting her tenderly in his arms, her nude form light despite her curves, carrying her to the balcony door. 


He opened it, the chill night air rushing in like a cool wave, goosebumps rising instantly on their sweat-slick skin as he settled onto a cushioned lounge chair, pulling her into his lap, her ass nestled against his still-hard cock, bodies pressed close for warmth against the forest’s crisp breath.


The balcony overlooked the dense forest, a vast expanse of trees stretching into the darkness, their leaves rustling softly in the breeze, the air carrying the scent of pine, earth, and something wild, stars twinkling through gaps in the canopy overhead, the chill nipping at their exposed skin, making her nipples harden to tight peaks and his cock twitch against her thigh despite the coolness. 


He reached for the cigarettes on a small wrought-iron table nearby, lighting one for her first with a flick of the lighter, the flame briefly illuminating their faces, casting a warm glow against the night’s darkness, then lighting one for himself, smoke curling up into the sky as he wrapped an arm around her waist, hand resting on her ass, squeezing lightly to soothe the red marks from his slaps, his other hand holding the cigarette, inhaling deeply before exhaling a cloud that mingled with the forest mist. 


“This chill out here—it’s sharp against our hot skin, makes every touch feel bigger, your ass still warm from my hands, those marks I left; tell me how it felt, Nivi, getting taken like that, new angles, raw and deep,” he said, his words flowing in a relaxed, continuous stream, simple and raw, taking another drag, the smoke scented with the night’s freshness, his lips brushing her ear, the chill making his breath feel hot and intimate.
Nivi took a long drag from her cigarette, the smoke filling her lungs with a calming burn, exhaling slowly as she leaned back against him, her head resting on his shoulder, the chill raising goosebumps on her breasts and thighs, making her press closer, her ass shifting in his lap, teasing his cock unintentionally with the movement. 


“Daddy, those new angles—fuck, they were so raw, your cock slamming into me from behind, making my ass shake in ways I’ve never felt; it’s nothing like Anand’s quick, boring missionary, just in and out with no heat, but you, your hands on me, your slams, it felt alive, like you really wanted my ass, wanted me,” she replied, her voice a seamless flow, raw and reflective, taking another drag, smoke trailing from her lips as she turned slightly to kiss his jaw, the cool air heightening every sensation, her free hand resting on his chest, fingers tracing his heartbeat. 


“This chill now, it’s hitting my skin, making my nipples hard, your hand on my ass so warm against it; sitting here, talking, it’s keeping that heat alive, raw and real,” she continued, her words natural, no pauses, the forest’s whispers adding to the intimacy, the stars above like a private audience.


He nodded, smoke mingling with hers in the air, his hand sliding from her ass to her thigh, rubbing slowly to warm her against the chill, his cock stirring under her but not demanding, the break stretching the intimacy. 


“Yeah, raw and real—that’s what it was, slamming into you from behind, watching that ass jiggle, the one that’s been teasing me every day at work; out here, the forest air on our bare skin, it’s like the night’s part of us, cooling us down but keeping the heat going, your body pressed to mine, still feeling those marks I left,” he said, his words flowing effortlessly, simple and lust-filled, inhaling again, exhaling a cloud that dissipated into the night, his lips brushing her neck, the chill making his kisses feel hotter. 


“Tell me more—how’d it feel, those slams hitting new spots, your ass taking center stage like that?” he asked, his voice curious and encouraging, hand squeezing her thigh, fingers inching closer to her pussy but not touching, letting the chill and their words keep the fire simmering.


“Daddy, it felt wild—your cock going so deep from behind, hitting places I didn’t know could feel like that; Anand never did anything but missionary, quick and done, but you, slamming my ass like that, it was like you were claiming it, making me feel every shake, every mark you left; now this chill, it’s nipping at my skin, making your hand feel like fire, keeping us close,” she flowed back, her response natural and immersive, taking another drag, smoke curling around them like a shared veil, turning to kiss him lightly, 


smoke-scented lips meeting, the chill drawing them tighter, her ass grinding subtly in his lap, the forest’s cool air making her shiver closer. 


“Sitting here, nude under the stars, your body against mine, it’s raw, like the forest knows how you took me,” she added, her words continuous, her hand moving to his cock, stroking idly, keeping the heat alive without rushing.


They continued like that, cigarettes burning down slowly, conversation stretching—him describing how her ass view had driven him wild in the office, her confessing how the new positions opened her to sensations she’d never dreamed of, the dirtiness blooming in their whispers, the chill air making every touch, every word feel more vivid, smoke intertwining with the forest mist, their nude bodies pressed against the night’s cool embrace, passion smoldering, ready to reignite inside when the break ended.

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Chapter 49: First Ruin - Part 11: 



The forest night wrapped around Nivi and Raghavan like a cool, whispering veil, the chill air brushing their nude bodies, raising goosebumps across her sweat-damp skin, her 38-inch ass nestled snugly against his lap, the faint red marks from his earlier slaps tingling in the crisp breeze. 


Her nipples stood tight and hard, the cold nipping at them, making every touch feel sharper as she pressed closer into his warmth, her back against his broad chest, his still-hard cock twitching against her thigh, a constant reminder of their shared heat. The stars glittered through the dense canopy of trees below, their leaves rustling softly in the wind, mingling with the distant calls of nocturnal creatures, the air heavy with the scent of pine, damp earth, and a wildness that felt alive. 


The smoke from their cigarettes curled upward, mingling with their breaths, the glowing embers casting a faint orange glow on their faces as they sat entwined on the cushioned lounge chair, her curves melding into him, his arm around her waist holding her close for warmth against the chill.


Nivi took a slow drag from her cigarette, the burn in her lungs grounding her, exhaling a cloud that drifted into the darkness as she tilted her head back against his shoulder, feeling his steady heartbeat through her skin. 


She shifted slightly in his lap, her ass moving with a subtle grind against his cock, not intentional at first but feeling the hardness respond, her thighs parting just a bit to let the chill air brush her inner skin, making her pussy tingle anew. 


“Daddy, this air out here—it’s so wild, hitting my bare skin, your warmth feeling even hotter; I love just sitting like this, smoking, talking, the forest all around us after you took me so raw,” she said


her voice flowing naturally, raw and simple, turning her upper body slightly to catch his eyes, her free hand resting on his thigh, fingers tracing lazy circles near his cock, slowly moving upward to brush the base lightly, feeling it twitch under her touch, the vastness of the forest adding a raw edge to their intimacy. 


She adjusted her position again, lifting one leg slightly to dbang it over his, opening herself more to the chill, her pussy lips parting a bit in the cool breeze, wetness cooling on her thighs as she exhaled another puff of smoke.


Raghavan inhaled deeply from his cigarette, the ember flaring as he exhaled a stream of smoke, his arm tightening around her waist, hand resting on her ass, fingers brushing the marked skin gently, soothing the faint sting against the cool air. 


He shifted beneath her, his hips moving subtly to press his cock firmer against her ass cheek, guiding her body with his free hand to lean back more, her breasts thrusting forward into the chill, nipples hardening further as the wind teased them. 


His other hand held the cigarette, the smoke mingling with hers, his lips grazing her ear, the chill making his breath feel like a warm kiss. 


“Fuck, Nivi, this forest air—it’s sharp on our skin, makes every touch stand out, your ass still hot from my hands; I’m not ready to go inside, this openness is too good, just us under the stars, talking about how it felt taking you in that new way, your ass up for me, jiggling with every push.” 


His words poured out in a relaxed, continuous flow, simple and thick with lust, taking another drag, the smoke curling toward the trees, his hand on her ass squeezing softly, fingers spreading her cheek a little to let the chill air hit her crack, making her shiver and press back harder. 


He adjusted his legs, spreading them wider to let her settle between them more, her thighs now dbangd over his, opening her pussy to the breeze, his cock nestling between her ass cheeks as he rocked his hips lightly.


He leaned over to a small wrought-iron table nearby, his body twisting slightly, causing her to move with him, her ass lifting a bit off his lap before settling back, grabbing a bottle of whiskey and two heavy glasses, the amber liquid glinting in the starlight as he poured generous shots, the sharp scent of the whiskey cutting through the piney air. 


“Drink with me, Nivi—keep this heat going out here; the chill, the forest, it’s making everything feel rawer, your body pressed to mine,” he said, clinking his glass against hers, the sound sharp in the quiet night, sipping the whiskey, the burn spreading down his throat, warming his core. 


His hand on her thigh squeezed gently, fingers inching closer to her pussy but not touching, letting the chill and the drink heighten the moment, his body shifting again to let his cock rub between her ass cheeks more deliberately, the head brushing her entrance lightly. 


“That angle—your ass up, taking me deep; it was like owning the part of you that’s been teasing me forever, making me hard every time you walked by,” he continued, his voice flowing naturally, raw and simple, taking another sip, the whiskey’s warmth contrasting the chill, his lips brushing her neck, leaving a soft kiss, the forest’s whispers adding to the intimacy.


Nivi sipped her whiskey, the burn spreading through her chest, loosening her further, the chill making her nipples ache, her free hand moving to his chest, fingers tracing his heartbeat, her body adjusting with a slow grind in his lap, her ass moving to feel his cock slide between her cheeks, her thighs parting wider to let the cool air brush her pussy lips, making them tingle. 


“The whiskey’s hitting good, daddy, warming me up against this cold air; that new way you took me—fuck, it was so raw, your cock so deep, making my ass shake like I’ve never felt; Anand’s missionary was quick, done in minutes, no fire, but you, guiding me, your hands on my hips, it felt alive, like you really saw my ass, wanted it,” she replied, her voice a continuous stream, raw and open, sipping again, the whiskey’s heat spreading, her lips finding his jaw, kissing lightly, whiskey and smoke mingling on their tongues, the chill drawing them tighter, her ass shifting to tease his cock more. 


“Out here, the forest air on my skin, your hand so warm, it’s like the night’s in on it, making every touch feel bigger, wilder,” she added, her words flowing naturally, turning to kiss him deeper, the chill air making her shiver closer, her ass grinding subtly against his cock, the forest’s vastness making their intimacy feel boundless. 


This open air—wild, erotic, the chill on my skin making his touch hotter; his lead into that new position, so different from Anand’s dull thrusts, it’s connecting us through this raw, trusting surrender, she thought, her pussy tingling, wetness seeping onto his thigh as the whiskey loosened her tongue and body.


Raghavan nodded, sipping his whiskey, the burn fueling his desire, his cigarette burned out, tossed aside, freeing his other hand to cup her breast, thumb brushing her nipple lightly, the chill making it harden instantly, sending a shiver through her that made her ass clench against his cock. 


“Seen—yeah, that’s what you are to me, Nivi; the way your ass shook when I fucked you from behind, been thinking about it every time you swayed past my desk, making me hard while you worked; out here, the forest air cooling us, but your body’s still hot, pressed to mine, keeping that fire going.” 


His words poured out in a relaxed, continuous flow, simple and thick with lust, taking another sip, the whiskey’s warmth contrasting the chill, his lips brushing her ear, the forest’s whispers adding to the intimacy. 


“Tell me more—how’d it feel, your ass up like that, my hands guiding you into something new, making you take it deep?” he asked, his voice thick with curiosity and lust, his hand on her breast kneading gently, the other sliding to her thigh, rubbing to warm her, fingers inching closer to her pussy but holding back, letting the chill and whiskey keep the heat simmering.


Nivi’s body responded to his touch, her ass shifting in his lap with a slow, instinctive grind, her thighs parting a bit more to let the chill air tease her pussy lips, making them tingle, her hand on his chest pressing firmer, feeling his heartbeat quicken. 


“Daddy, it felt so wild—your cock hitting deep, my ass shaking under you; I’ve never been taken like that, only Anand’s boring missionary, over quick with no heat, but you guiding me, your hands on my hips, it made me feel alive, like you wanted every part of me, your slams owning my ass, not just a quick fuck,” she flowed back, her response natural and immersive, sipping her whiskey, the burn spreading, her lips finding his again, kissing deeper, whiskey and smoke on their tongues, the chill air making her shiver closer, her ass grinding subtly against his cock, the forest’s vastness making their intimacy feel boundless. 


“This chill out here, it’s nipping my skin, making your hands feel like fire, the forest watching us like it knows how you took me; it’s raw, sitting nude under the stars, talking about it,” she continued, her voice seamless, turning to kiss him again, the whiskey loosening her, her free hand moving to his cock, stroking idly, keeping the heat alive without rushing. 


The whiskey, the chill, his hands—it’s erotic, this openness under the forest sky, connecting us through these raw talks, his guidance making me feel free in ways I never knew, she thought, her pussy leaking more, the chill amplifying the heat of his touch as they drank slowly, conversation stretching—him describing how her ass had driven him wild in meetings, her confessing how the new angle opened her to sensations she’d never imagined, the whiskey loosening their words, smoke and forest mist intertwining, their nude bodies pressed against the night’s cool embrace, passion simmering, ready to reignite.



Chapter 49: First Ruin - Part 12: 


Raghavan set his glass down on the small table with a soft clink, the whiskey’s warmth coursing through him, fueling his growing need, his cigarette long gone, his hands now free to roam her body more deliberately, one sliding to her thigh, the other cupping her breast, thumb brushing her nipple, the chill making it harden instantly, sending a shiver through her that made her ass clench against his cock. 


He shifted his hips beneath her, his cock pressing firmer between her ass cheeks, guiding her body with subtle movements to lift slightly, her thighs parting wider as she followed his lead, the cool air rushing to her pussy, making her lips tingle. 


“Nivi, this forest air’s too fucking good to go inside—stars above, chill on our skin, let’s keep going right here, fuck you open to the night, new ways to make you feel it all,” he said, his voice flowing naturally, raw and simple, lifting her gently to stand, guiding her to face the balcony railing, her hands gripping the cold metal as he positioned her, her ass pushed back toward him, her back arching slightly under his hands on her hips, the starlight casting shadows on her curves, her 38-inch ass glowing in the dim light. 


His cock throbbed at the sight, hard and slick, pre-cum dripping as he pressed it against her ass cheek, rubbing the head along her crack, teasing her pussy entrance without entering yet, the chill air making her shiver, her pussy glistening in the open air, her thighs parting further as she steadied herself on the railing.


Nivi obeyed his guidance, bending slightly at the railing as he directed, her ass presented more fully, thighs spread wider to balance, the cold metal under her palms grounding her against the chill, the forest air nipping at her bare skin, heightening every sensation as she trusted him to lead her into this new position. She adjusted her stance, one foot shifting forward for stability, her ass lifting higher, her pussy lips parting in the cool breeze, wetness cooling on her thighs. 


“Daddy, out here—fuck, it’s so wild, the air hitting my bare ass, your cock teasing me; never done anything like this, just Anand’s quick, boring missionary, but you guiding me, it’s hot, making me feel wanted,” she replied, her voice a continuous stream, raw and open, glancing back to meet his eyes, her body surrendering to his direction, her ass pushing back slightly to feel his cock head nudge her entrance, the openness of the night making her feel exposed yet safe in his hands. 


“It’s like the forest’s watching, your hands moving me, it’s raw, different,” she added, her words flowing naturally, her hips tilting under his grip, the chill air making her shiver and press back more, her pussy leaking a fresh drip as the anticipation built.


He pressed in slowly, the head parting her folds, stretching her pussy with a delicious burn, the standing angle new and intense, her walls gripping him tight as he bottomed out, his hips pressing flush against her ass, making it jiggle softly. 


He guided her movements with his hands on her hips, pulling her back onto him as he thrust slow at first, one hand steadying her waist to keep her balanced, the other reaching around to rub her clit in firm circles, the chill air making her skin prickle, his cock hitting deeper spots from this angle. 


“Fuck, Nivi—standing like this, your ass shaking with every push, it’s raw, fucking you open to the forest; feel it, new and deep, my hands showing you how,” he said, his voice flowing naturally, thrusting slow at first, one hand on her hip, steadying her, the other reaching around to rub her clit in firm circles, the chill air making her skin prickle, his cock hitting deeper spots from this angle, her ass rippling with each impact as she learned to rock back, her thighs tensing to hold the position.


“Ohh, daddy, this standing way—your cock so deep, my ass shaking out here; it’s wild, nothing like Anand’s boring fucks, your hands showing me how, making me feel alive,” 


she moaned back, her response seamless, pushing back to meet his slams, her body adapting to the position under his guidance, her pussy clenching, wetness squirting lightly with the force, the chill air heightening the heat, her hands gripping the railing tighter to balance, her back arching more to take him deeper, the newness making her thighs quiver but her trust in his lead keeping her steady. 


This standing angle—erotic, his cock hitting new places, his guidance making it feel safe; it’s connecting us through this raw newness, she thought, her ass jiggling more as he slammed, the forest’s vastness and chill making the passion feel boundless, her movements growing more confident as she followed his rhythm, her hips tilting to feel every thrust.



He shifted her again, guiding her to the lounge chair with his hands on her waist, sitting down and pulling her onto his lap facing away, her legs parting wide to straddle him, her knees sinking into the cushions, her ass lowering slowly onto his cock as he directed her hips down, the head slipping in, stretching her anew in this reverse riding position, her curves settling against him. 


He guided her rhythm with his hands on her hips, lifting and lowering her at first, showing her how to bounce, her ass central in his view, jiggling with each guided movement, the chill air brushing her exposed skin, making her nipples ache. 


“Ride me like this, Nivi—your ass right in my face, new for you, raw under the stars; feel how I guide you, make you take it deep,” he said, his voice thick, hands squeezing her cheeks, spreading them to watch his cock slide in and out, the forest air amplifying the rawness, her thighs tensing as she learned the motion, her ass bouncing more as she followed his lead.


“Daddy, this riding—fuck, it’s so raw, my ass bouncing for you, never felt this, your hands leading me; it’s hot, wild out here, the night air on my skin,” she flowed back, her moans verbal and continuous, her body adapting to the position under his guidance, her pussy gripping him, the forest’s vastness and chill making the passion feel boundless, her movements growing smoother as she bounced, her ass jiggling with each drop, the newness thrilling her, her hands reaching back to grip his thighs for balance, trusting his hands to show her the way.


He varied it further, his hands on her hips lifting her slightly to adjust the angle, her knees on the chair shifting for better leverage, riding deeper as he guided her, her ass central and jiggling more pronouncedly, the chill making her skin prickle, his thumb brushing her clit to add to the sensation. 


“Keep riding, Nivi—your ass shaking like this, it’s what I’ve wanted, new for you, raw and deep; feel the night air, my hands showing you every move,” he said, his voice thick, his hands spreading her ass wider, slapping one cheek lightly, the sound sharp in the open air, her jiggle more pronounced, her curves responding as she followed his rhythm, the new position stretching her experience further.


“Ohh, daddy, this deeper riding—your cock hitting so hard, my ass shaking for you; it’s wild, nothing like before, your guidance making it feel so good,” she moaned, her response seamless, her body tiring slightly but the rawness keeping her going, her thighs quivering as she bounced, the forest air and stars amplifying the intimacy, passion burning as they continued under the open sky.


Chapter 49: First Ruin - Part 13: 


The whiskey's burn lingered in Nivi's throat as she ground her ass against Raghavan's cock one last time, the chill forest air making her skin prickle, her pussy leaking onto his thigh, the wetness cooling in the breeze. 


She felt his hands on her hips, guiding her to stand again, her legs shaky but obeying, her body trusting him to lead her through more of these new sensations she'd never known before—her past sex had been so limited, quick and forgettable, but Raghavan was showing her everything, his touch making her heart race. 


He positioned her facing him this time, her back against the cold balcony railing, the metal biting into her skin as she leaned on it for support, her thighs parting wide as he lifted one leg to hook over his hip, her foot flexing to wrap around his waist, the anklet tinkling against his side as she adjusted her stance, her other foot planting firmly on the floor for balance, her pussy opening to the chill air, wetness glistening in the starlight. 


His cock, hard and slick, rubbed against her pussy entrance, teasing with short, shallow presses, the head brushing her clit in the cool breeze, making it throb harder, his hands on her ass, squeezing the cheeks firmly, fingers digging into the flesh to hold her steady, lifting her slightly so her raised leg locked tighter, her body tilting forward to press her breasts against his chest.


"Daddy, out here like this—your hands lifting my leg, positioning me, it's so wild, the air on my pussy, your cock teasing so close; never felt anything close to this, your hands showing me, it feels hot, making me ache for more," she said, her voice flowing naturally, raw and breathy, her hands gripping the railing behind her for balance, her ass pressing back against the cold metal, her breasts heaving in the night air, nipples aching from the chill. 


She adjusted her stance as he directed, her raised leg wrapping tighter around his waist, her pussy opening more to him, wetness dripping down her inner thigh as the forest's cool breeze teased her exposed lips, her body leaning forward slightly, her breasts brushing his chest as she kissed him, tongues tangling in a dirty, wet mess, her free hand moving to his shoulder for support, her fingers digging in as she rocked her hips subtly to feel his head nudge her entrance.


He groaned into the kiss, his hands steadying her, one sliding to her lower back to arch her further, the other reaching to rub her clit with rough circles, his cock finally pressing in deeper, the head parting her folds, stretching her pussy with a slow burn, the standing angle letting him hit a new depth, her walls gripping him tight as he bottomed out, his hips pressing flush against her, making her ass compress against the railing. 


He started thrusting slow at first, one hand on her hip pulling her onto him, the other continuing its rub on her clit, the chill air making her skin goosebump, her ass jiggling against the metal with each push, her body learning to rock with him, her knees bending slightly for leverage, her hands gripping the railing harder to push back, her breasts bouncing with the motion, nipples brushing his chest occasionally as she leaned forward. 


"Fuck, Nivi, standing like this—your leg wrapped around me, pussy taking me deep in the open air; it's raw, new for you, feel how I'm guiding you, holding you up, making you take it, your tits bouncing like they're begging for my mouth, dirty as hell with the wind on us," he said, his voice thick and continuous, simple and lust-filled, his thrusts picking up, slamming harder, the slap of skin echoing into the forest, her ass rippling with each impact, his hand on her clit rubbing faster, pinching it lightly to make her gasp, his mouth dropping to her neck, sucking hard to leave a mark, teeth grazing her skin, his hips snapping forward to drive deeper.



"Ohh, daddy, this standing with my leg up—your cock so deep, my ass shaking against the railing; it's wild, your hands showing me how to move, making me feel alive, your fingers on my clit, fuck, it's too much, hot and dirty with the air on my skin," she moaned back, her response seamless, her body adapting under his guidance, her hips tilting to take him deeper, her raised leg wrapping tighter, her ass pushing back with each thrust, her knees bending slightly to absorb the force, her breasts swinging freely, nipples aching in the chill, her hands clutching the railing for support, the new position making her feel vulnerable yet empowered, her pussy clenching harder, wetness leaking more as the heat built. She adjusted her grip on the railing, her body leaning forward more to balance, her breasts pressing against his chest, her lips finding his in a sloppy kiss, tongues sliding dirty, her moans muffled into his mouth, her free hand reaching back to grip his ass, pulling him closer, her thigh flexing to hold the leg wrap, the chill air making her skin prickle as she rocked with him.



He varied it, his hands on her hips lifting her slightly to adjust the angle, her knees locking straighter as she followed, her ass lifting higher, her back arching deeper, the thrust now hitting her g-spot more directly, her walls clenching, the chill air rushing against her spread lips with each slam. 


"Keep taking it, Nivi—angle like this, your ass up higher, raw in the open; feel how I'm lifting you, guiding the push, your pussy gripping me so tight, dirty and deep, the wind making it hotter, your tits bouncing for me to grab," he said, his voice flowing, his hands spreading her ass wider, slapping one cheek lightly, the sound sharp in the open air, her jiggle more pronounced, her curves responding as she followed his rhythm, his thumb pressing her clit harder, rolling it to make her buck, his hips snapping to drive in, his body leaning forward to press against her back, his chest against her shoulders, his mouth at her ear, whispering dirty, 


"Fuck, your pussy's so wet, splashing with every slam, take it like that, let the forest hear you."


"Daddy, this higher angle—fuck, it's so raw, my ass lifting for you, your guidance making it feel so good, your slap on my ass, shit, it's hot, your fingers on my clit driving me crazy, the air on my skin making it all feel wilder," she moaned, her response continuous, her body tiring slightly but the rawness keeping her going, her hands on the railing shifting for better grip, her back arching to take him, her breasts bouncing with the motion, her thighs quivering as she pushed back, the forest air and stars amplifying the intimacy, her new curves responding with a subtle twist of her hips, the newness thrilling her, her moans growing louder, her pussy spasming as the build crested, her body bucking forward against the railing, her breasts swinging wildly, her leg wrapping tighter around him to hold on.


The passion built, his thrusts faster, her pussy spasming, and she came hard, squirting onto his cock, splashing all over his thighs and belly, the liquid cooling in the air, dripping down, her moans loud into the night, her body shaking in his hold, her hands clutching the railing for support, her thighs trembling as the orgasm ripped through, her ass clenching with the release, her breasts heaving, wetness splattering the balcony floor, the squirt reaching his chest as she bucked, her body convulsing, her back arching sharply, her leg slipping slightly but his hand catching it to hold her up.



"Ohh, daddy—cumming, squirting on you out here, it feels so raw, your cock making me splash, fuck, all over you, the air cooling it on your skin!" she cried, her voice flowing, her body convulsing, her hands on the railing loosening as the waves hit, her ass jiggling with the spasms, the chill air making the squirt feel colder on their skin, her pussy milking him hard, her body slumping forward slightly against the railing as she came down, her thighs quivering, her breasts heaving with heavy breaths, the new position making the release feel endless.


He held her through it, his cock still hard inside, her body quivering, the squirt soaking them both, the chill air making it feel colder on their skin, but he didn't stop, guiding her down slowly to the chair, ready for more.


Chapter 49: First Ruin - Part 14: 


They heard voices in the distance—faint laughter and footsteps from somewhere in the forest, perhaps other guests or staff wandering the paths—and Raghavan paused, his cock still hard inside her, her body still quivering from the squirt, her wetness splashing down his legs, the chill air making it cool quickly. 


"Shit, Nivi, voices out there—let's go inside, half-hearted, but I want more of you in the bed, your body all to myself without the night listening," he said, his voice low and reluctant, lifting her half-heartedly in his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist as she followed his lead, her ass in his hands, squeezing it for support, her body dbangd over him, her pussy leaking onto his back, her breasts pressing against him as he carried her on his shoulder like a prize, her head hanging down, her hair cascading, her hands gripping his back for balance, her thighs clenching to hold on, the door clicking shut behind them, sealing out the chill, the warmth of the room hitting their skin like a wave, her body adjusting to the change, her nipples softening slightly in the heat, her pussy clenching around nothing as he lowered her.


He carried her to the bed, laying her down gently on the petal-strewn sheets, her body sinking into the softness, her thighs parting as he guided her to straddle him, facing him directly, her pussy hovering over his cock, her knees sinking into the mattress on either side of him, her ass lifting as she positioned herself under his hands on her hips, her breasts heaving with anticipation. 


"Ride me now, Nivi—face to me, kiss me, let me watch those tits bounce, play with them while you take it, your pussy gripping me tight," he said, his voice flowing, his hands on her hips lowering her onto his cock, stretching her again, her pussy gripping him as she followed his lead, her knees adjusting for leverage, her ass lowering slowly, her breasts bounding as she started to ride, her hips circling under his guidance, her body leaning forward to kiss him, tongues tangling in a dirty, wet mess, her nipples brushing his chest, her hands on his shoulders for balance, her ass lifting and lowering with the rhythm, her pussy clenching with each bounce, her thighs tensing to hold the pace, her body rocking with more confidence as she followed his rhythm, her breasts swinging freely, nipples hardening again in the room's air.


"Daddy, this riding facing you—fuck, it's so intimate, your cock deep, my tits bouncing for you; never done this, your hands guiding me, it feels hot, close, your mouth on my lips dirty, making me grind harder," she moaned, her response seamless, her body adapting, her hips tilting to take him deeper, her breasts bounding with each bounce, her hands moving to his chest for support, leaning forward to kiss him passionately, tongues tangling, her nipples brushing his chest, her ass lifting higher with each movement, her thighs tensing to hold the pace, her pussy gripping him tighter, her body sweating anew, her moans muffled into his mouth, her fingers digging into his skin.
He played with her breasts, hands cupping them, thumbs rubbing her nipples, pinching them lightly, twisting to make her gasp, his mouth breaking the kiss to suck one nipple, tongue swirling, teeth grazing, his hips thrusting up to meet her rides, making her bounce harder, her ass slapping against his thighs, the bed creaking under them, his voice muffled against her skin, 


"Fuck, Nivi, your tits—bouncing like that, nipples hard in my mouth, ride me dirtier, grind your pussy on me, let me feel you clench, hot and tight."


"Ohh, daddy, your mouth on my tits—sucking them, biting, it's dirty, hot, making me ride faster, your cock filling me, your thrusts meeting mine, fuck, it's too good," 


she moaned, her voice flowing, her body responding, her hips grinding circles on him, her ass lifting and lowering faster, her breasts bouncing in his hands, her hands on his head, pulling him closer to her nipple, her thighs quivering with the effort, her pussy clenching harder, the new position letting her control the depth, her body rocking with more confidence, her moans growing louder, her back arching to push her breasts forward, her ass slapping louder against him.


He reached his limit, his cock throbbing inside her, his hands guiding her to roll under him into traditional missionary, her legs wrapping around his waist as she followed, her pussy clenching as he thrust deep, her body arching to take him, her breasts pressing against his chest, her hands on his back, nails raking lightly, her thighs squeezing him closer, her ass lifting off the bed to meet his thrusts, the position familiar but feeling new with him, his mouth on hers in a passionate kiss, tongues tangling dirty, his hips slamming hard, her pussy milking him, the bed creaking louder, her moans muffled into the kiss, her body sweating, fluids mixing between them.


"Daddy... fuck me harder, your cock so deep, filling me, dirty and hot, kiss me like that, make me take it all," she moaned into his mouth, her voice flowing, her legs locking tighter, her hands pulling him closer, her ass lifting to meet each thrust, her pussy clenching, the climax building for both.


"Fuck, Nivi, your pussy gripping me, tight and wet, take my cum, dirty slut, feel me fill you," he groaned, his voice flowing, his thrusts erratic, his cock swelling, cumming hard, hot ropes spurting inside her, filling her pussy, her walls milking every drop, his body shuddering, his mouth on hers, kissing passionately through the release, his hips grinding to push deeper, her pussy overflowing with cum, leaking out around him.
With a passionate kiss, he filled her, his cum flooding her pussy, her body arching, 


"Daddy... your cum inside me, feels so full, raw; don't pull out, stay until you shrink, I need to feel you," she said, her voice flowing, her pussy clenching around him, keeping him in, her legs locked around his waist, her hands stroking his back, her body relaxing into the bed, sweaty and fluid-covered, her breasts heaving with heavy breaths, her pussy pulsing with aftershocks.


He stayed, his cock softening inside her, their bodies sweaty, sex fluids sticky between them, "Fuck, Nivi, staying in you like this, feeling you grip me; raw and real, our mess all over us, your pussy still holding me tight, dirty as hell with my cum leaking out," he replied, his voice flowing, kissing her neck, their bodies entangled, sleep claiming them in tiredness, his dick still inside, sweaty and fluid-filled, the chapter ending on their exhausted sleep.


The chapter ended there, bodies entangled in sleep, passion sated, weekend continuing.

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