06-12-2025, 02:05 AM
## Update 185 B: Morning Thrills , Nude Run and Oil Massage (Avi and Kiran)
I woke up around 7:30 in the morning. The room was dim, but I could feel the rising heat of the sun outside. My body was pleasantly heavy from the violent fucking session with Kiran. My mind was already moving, planning to leave without informing her. The day ahead required sharp focus for the game with Heena and Soniya, and I needed to get back to the village.
I started to slide out of the bed, moving slowly so as not to wake her. My gaze fell on Kiran. She was sleeping deeply on her stomach, completely nude, her back exposed to the light. I watched her soft, smooth skin rise and fall with her slow, even breaths. As she shifted slightly, her beautiful breasts came into view, moving gently up and down with each inhale and exhale. The sight was too inviting, too tempting to ignore. The perfect curves seemed to silently urge me to play with them just one more time before leaving.
I couldn't resist. I leaned over her. I lowered my head and gently closed my lips over one nipple. I began to suck lightly, testing the sensitivity. The nipple immediately hardened and rose against my mouth, signaling her body's response even in sleep. I increased the pressure, drawing harder, my tongue circling the dark peak.
Kiran stirred beneath me. A soft sigh escaped her lips, and a slow smile spread across her face even before her eyes opened. She was instantly awake, recognizing the deep pleasure of my mouth on her. She reached up, gently gripping the back of my head, trying to push my face deeper onto her breast, urging me to suckle harder.
I accepted the invitation, moving my attention to the other breast, kneading the first one with my free hand. I alternated between the two, drawing out the firm, sweet nubs. She arched her back, fully embracing the sensation, pressing her chest against my mouth.
After a few minutes of intense sucking, I reluctantly pulled back. "I have to leave now, Kiran," I said, my voice low and a little rough.
Kiran stretched languidly, her arms extending above her head, showing off the full, luscious curve of her breasts and stomach. "Don't go yet," she said, her voice husky with sleep and desire. "Stay until I make you tea."
I nodded, sitting up against the headboard, watching her. She looked around the bed, her eyes catching the sight of her torn saree and shredded blouse from the night before. A wide, playful smile crossed her face at the memory of my aggression. She started to slide off the bed, looking for a piece of clothing to cover herself, likely her nighty.
"No," I commanded, reaching out and resting my hand on her hip. "Stay nude until I leave."
She looked at me, a challenge in her eyes, then grinned and slowly relaxed back onto the mattress. "Fine," she said, giving in to my desire.
She got up and walked toward the door of the bedroom, her body moving with effortless grace. She reached the kitchen, opening the refrigerator door. She checked inside, then frowned.
"There is no milk," she announced, her voice slightly disappointed. "The delivery man must have left the packets outside already."
She reached for the hanging nighty. I rose quickly, stepping behind her, and gently plucked the thin fabric from her hands. "You still have to stay nude," I reminded her, holding the nighty just out of her reach.
"Avi! I have to go outside to get the milk," she protested, twisting around to face me. "It's already full morning! Someone will see me!"
"You will just run out, grab the packets, and run back in," I insisted, my voice holding a firm edge. "It will be a quick, little game."
She argued with me softly, listing the neighbors and the risk. I simply stood there, refusing to hand over the nighty, my eyes telling her I wouldn't relent. Finally, she sighed, accepting the challenge.
"Okay," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "But you watch the door."
She walked carefully to the front door of the house, her nude body moving into the light of the hallway. She peered out of the peephole, then cautiously opened the door a crack, scanning the front yard and the street. The light was bright, confirming it was indeed full morning, well past the time for neighbors to be up. She waited for a long minute until she saw a clear opportunity with no one in sight.
Then, she dashed out. The movement was a blur of bare skin and loose hair flashing across the sunny doorway. I stood watching from the entrance, my eyes fixed on her nude body. As she ran toward the gate, the muscles in her thighs tightened and flexed with each step. When she bent over to quickly grab the two milk packets lying on the ground, the perfect curve of her gaand lifted up and was clearly displayed for me. I stared hard at the sight, feeling a sharp rush of excitement at the bold view.
She straightened fast and sprinted back inside. As she ran toward the house, her breasts bounced wildly, swinging and moving heavily with the speed of her run. The soft, full flesh shook and jiggled with each step, a captivating show of motion. She slammed the door shut and leaned against it, breathing heavily, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.
We both burst into silent laughter at the thrill of the narrow escape and the risky act. A powerful rush of shared excitement flowed between us, a new kind of intimacy born from the danger.
She walked back to the kitchen, her body still nude, and started to make the tea. I followed close behind, watching her every movement. While she was busy lighting the stove and heating the water, I moved in behind her. I placed my hands on her exposed buttocks, gripping the firm, round flesh. I pressed harder, kneading the skin, showing her the roughness I enjoyed. Then I moved my hands up to her breasts, which swung gently as she stirred the tea. I pressed my fingers into the soft flesh, giving them a hard squeeze.
Kiran playfully hit my arm with a soft *thwack*. "Stop it, you naughty boy," she murmured, but her body leaned back slightly into my embrace. She was internally enjoying this roughness and attention while performing the mundane task of making tea. I continued the intimate play, my hands roaming over her breasts and gaand as the aroma of boiling milk and ginger filled the kitchen.
When the tea was ready, she poured it into a single cup. We walked back into the hall where the sofa was. Kiran settled herself comfortably on my lap, facing away from the shredded sheets in the bedroom. I wrapped my arms around her waist, and she brought the single cup of hot tea to her lips.
We drank from the same cup, sharing one sip after another. Each time she drank, my hand tightened on one of her breasts, my fingers working the nipple until it was hard. She would moan softly after swallowing the hot tea, leaning her head back onto my shoulder, letting me continue the pleasure while we shared the drink. This shared moment—the hot tea, the warm skin, the intimate play—was intensely relaxing after the exhausting night.
After we finished the tea, I knew I truly had to leave. I started to shift my weight, preparing to stand up and say goodbye.
Kiran sensed the impending departure immediately. I felt her body tense against me as I prepared to move. She gripped my arm tightly, her fingers digging in slightly, and pressed her head into the curve of my neck. "No, Avi," she pleaded, her voice soft and insistent, the sound muffled against my skin. "Your body must be aching after last night." She shifted, tracing the tense line of my shoulder with her finger. "Let me take care of you properly first. Don't go yet. Come join me in the bath."
The idea was instantly appealing. I felt the stiffness in my back and thighs suddenly. The memory of the fast, hard fucking made my muscles feel heavy. I leaned back slightly, letting the thought of warm water and her attention sink in. My jaw relaxed; the hurried tension of leaving eased. *A bath would certainly prepare me better than rushing out the door,* I conceded internally. I liked the idea. "Okay," I agreed, a slow smile spreading across my face. "Let's go."
We moved into the attached bathroom. The water was warm and soothing. As we stepped into the shower, Kiran picked up a bottle of scented oil. She applied a generous amount to her hands and began to massage my body. She started with my shoulders and neck, working out the knots of tension left by the powerful, often strained, thrusting from the night. Her hands moved over my back and arms, tracing the contours of my muscles. The warm oil, combined with her slow, expert massage, made me feel incredibly relaxed. Every muscle that had tightened during the intense fucking session began to unwind under her touch.
As she finished my back, a new, playful idea struck me. I took the oil bottle from her. I poured a little oil onto her smooth, full body, starting with her chest. I massaged the oil gently over her breasts. "My turn to give the massage," I stated, my hands circling the oil into her skin.
Then, I looked at her with a mischievous intensity. "Now," I requested, my voice firm but playful, "I want a boob massage on my body."
Kiran understood immediately. She laughed, a rich, happy sound, accepting the kink without question. She moved closer, coating her oiled breasts with more oil, making the surface slick and warm.
She gently guided me to lie down on the cool, tiled bathroom floor, supporting my head with a small, folded towel. I lay back, relaxing completely as the warm air and steam filled the small space.
She started the massage uniquely. She brought her breasts together, cupping them to form a single, soft mound, pressing the cool, oiled flesh first against my forehead. She applied gentle pressure, then slowly moved them down to cover my eyes. The cool, heavy weight of her joined breasts against my eyes was unexpected and intensely soothing. I felt the soft flesh pressing against my eyelids. The coolness of the oil and the softness of her body relaxed the strain in my eyes immediately.
Then she began the true body massage, moving her breasts down my face, running them across my cheeks and chin, spreading the oil further. She brought them to my neck, massaging the tight cords of muscle there by gently twisting her body and pressing her breasts firmly against the side of my throat.
She moved lower, bringing her soft, wet, oiled breasts to my chest. She began to rub the breasts against my skin, moving them in slow, deliberate circles over my pectorals. She pressed them against my skin, allowing the warmth of her body to soak into mine, moving them up and down my torso. I felt the unique, sliding sensation as her warm, soft breasts rubbed against my chest and stomach, gliding effortlessly due to the oil. She paid close attention to my ribs, pushing her weight onto the soft flesh and kneading the side of my torso with her breasts. The pleasure was deep and intensely relaxing, a full-body caress.
She finished by running her breasts down my abdomen, pressing them gently across my groin. She then focused on my lund. Using the abundant oil, she lowered her chest and used the soft curve between her breasts to glide repeatedly along the length of my lund. She used the weight of her breasts to provide a gentle, rhythmic pressure, sliding the slick flesh up and down the shaft of my lund. The sensation was incredibly stimulating, yet gentle, a perfect, soothing friction that melted away the residual tension from the night before. The entire sensation of her soft, heavy breasts covering and soothing my body was unique and deeply pleasurable.
After enjoying the boob massage for several minutes, we moved into a different kind of relaxation. We continued the body-on-body massage. We stood up, rubbing our entire bodies together, skin against skin, the warm oil creating a long, slow glide. We pressed our chests together, our stomachs, and our thighs. We moved against each other without the demand of penetration. We simply rubbed and pressed, enjoying the tactile pleasure of our bodies meeting fully, the heavy, intimate contact cleansing the lingering stress.
This prolonged bath was not for fucking; it was purely for healing and intimate connection, a deep, full-body release.
Finally, we emerged from the bathroom, dressed ourselves, and shared a simple breakfast. The extended massage and bath had fully relaxed my body, easing the intensity of the previous night's frantic session. Feeling restored and prepared for the complicated day ahead, I gave Kiran a final, quick embrace. I was ready to face the game of Heena and Soniya.
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I woke up around 7:30 in the morning. The room was dim, but I could feel the rising heat of the sun outside. My body was pleasantly heavy from the violent fucking session with Kiran. My mind was already moving, planning to leave without informing her. The day ahead required sharp focus for the game with Heena and Soniya, and I needed to get back to the village.
I started to slide out of the bed, moving slowly so as not to wake her. My gaze fell on Kiran. She was sleeping deeply on her stomach, completely nude, her back exposed to the light. I watched her soft, smooth skin rise and fall with her slow, even breaths. As she shifted slightly, her beautiful breasts came into view, moving gently up and down with each inhale and exhale. The sight was too inviting, too tempting to ignore. The perfect curves seemed to silently urge me to play with them just one more time before leaving.
I couldn't resist. I leaned over her. I lowered my head and gently closed my lips over one nipple. I began to suck lightly, testing the sensitivity. The nipple immediately hardened and rose against my mouth, signaling her body's response even in sleep. I increased the pressure, drawing harder, my tongue circling the dark peak.
Kiran stirred beneath me. A soft sigh escaped her lips, and a slow smile spread across her face even before her eyes opened. She was instantly awake, recognizing the deep pleasure of my mouth on her. She reached up, gently gripping the back of my head, trying to push my face deeper onto her breast, urging me to suckle harder.
I accepted the invitation, moving my attention to the other breast, kneading the first one with my free hand. I alternated between the two, drawing out the firm, sweet nubs. She arched her back, fully embracing the sensation, pressing her chest against my mouth.
After a few minutes of intense sucking, I reluctantly pulled back. "I have to leave now, Kiran," I said, my voice low and a little rough.
Kiran stretched languidly, her arms extending above her head, showing off the full, luscious curve of her breasts and stomach. "Don't go yet," she said, her voice husky with sleep and desire. "Stay until I make you tea."
I nodded, sitting up against the headboard, watching her. She looked around the bed, her eyes catching the sight of her torn saree and shredded blouse from the night before. A wide, playful smile crossed her face at the memory of my aggression. She started to slide off the bed, looking for a piece of clothing to cover herself, likely her nighty.
"No," I commanded, reaching out and resting my hand on her hip. "Stay nude until I leave."
She looked at me, a challenge in her eyes, then grinned and slowly relaxed back onto the mattress. "Fine," she said, giving in to my desire.
She got up and walked toward the door of the bedroom, her body moving with effortless grace. She reached the kitchen, opening the refrigerator door. She checked inside, then frowned.
"There is no milk," she announced, her voice slightly disappointed. "The delivery man must have left the packets outside already."
She reached for the hanging nighty. I rose quickly, stepping behind her, and gently plucked the thin fabric from her hands. "You still have to stay nude," I reminded her, holding the nighty just out of her reach.
"Avi! I have to go outside to get the milk," she protested, twisting around to face me. "It's already full morning! Someone will see me!"
"You will just run out, grab the packets, and run back in," I insisted, my voice holding a firm edge. "It will be a quick, little game."
She argued with me softly, listing the neighbors and the risk. I simply stood there, refusing to hand over the nighty, my eyes telling her I wouldn't relent. Finally, she sighed, accepting the challenge.
"Okay," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "But you watch the door."
She walked carefully to the front door of the house, her nude body moving into the light of the hallway. She peered out of the peephole, then cautiously opened the door a crack, scanning the front yard and the street. The light was bright, confirming it was indeed full morning, well past the time for neighbors to be up. She waited for a long minute until she saw a clear opportunity with no one in sight.
Then, she dashed out. The movement was a blur of bare skin and loose hair flashing across the sunny doorway. I stood watching from the entrance, my eyes fixed on her nude body. As she ran toward the gate, the muscles in her thighs tightened and flexed with each step. When she bent over to quickly grab the two milk packets lying on the ground, the perfect curve of her gaand lifted up and was clearly displayed for me. I stared hard at the sight, feeling a sharp rush of excitement at the bold view.
She straightened fast and sprinted back inside. As she ran toward the house, her breasts bounced wildly, swinging and moving heavily with the speed of her run. The soft, full flesh shook and jiggled with each step, a captivating show of motion. She slammed the door shut and leaned against it, breathing heavily, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.
We both burst into silent laughter at the thrill of the narrow escape and the risky act. A powerful rush of shared excitement flowed between us, a new kind of intimacy born from the danger.
She walked back to the kitchen, her body still nude, and started to make the tea. I followed close behind, watching her every movement. While she was busy lighting the stove and heating the water, I moved in behind her. I placed my hands on her exposed buttocks, gripping the firm, round flesh. I pressed harder, kneading the skin, showing her the roughness I enjoyed. Then I moved my hands up to her breasts, which swung gently as she stirred the tea. I pressed my fingers into the soft flesh, giving them a hard squeeze.
Kiran playfully hit my arm with a soft *thwack*. "Stop it, you naughty boy," she murmured, but her body leaned back slightly into my embrace. She was internally enjoying this roughness and attention while performing the mundane task of making tea. I continued the intimate play, my hands roaming over her breasts and gaand as the aroma of boiling milk and ginger filled the kitchen.
When the tea was ready, she poured it into a single cup. We walked back into the hall where the sofa was. Kiran settled herself comfortably on my lap, facing away from the shredded sheets in the bedroom. I wrapped my arms around her waist, and she brought the single cup of hot tea to her lips.
We drank from the same cup, sharing one sip after another. Each time she drank, my hand tightened on one of her breasts, my fingers working the nipple until it was hard. She would moan softly after swallowing the hot tea, leaning her head back onto my shoulder, letting me continue the pleasure while we shared the drink. This shared moment—the hot tea, the warm skin, the intimate play—was intensely relaxing after the exhausting night.
After we finished the tea, I knew I truly had to leave. I started to shift my weight, preparing to stand up and say goodbye.
Kiran sensed the impending departure immediately. I felt her body tense against me as I prepared to move. She gripped my arm tightly, her fingers digging in slightly, and pressed her head into the curve of my neck. "No, Avi," she pleaded, her voice soft and insistent, the sound muffled against my skin. "Your body must be aching after last night." She shifted, tracing the tense line of my shoulder with her finger. "Let me take care of you properly first. Don't go yet. Come join me in the bath."
The idea was instantly appealing. I felt the stiffness in my back and thighs suddenly. The memory of the fast, hard fucking made my muscles feel heavy. I leaned back slightly, letting the thought of warm water and her attention sink in. My jaw relaxed; the hurried tension of leaving eased. *A bath would certainly prepare me better than rushing out the door,* I conceded internally. I liked the idea. "Okay," I agreed, a slow smile spreading across my face. "Let's go."
We moved into the attached bathroom. The water was warm and soothing. As we stepped into the shower, Kiran picked up a bottle of scented oil. She applied a generous amount to her hands and began to massage my body. She started with my shoulders and neck, working out the knots of tension left by the powerful, often strained, thrusting from the night. Her hands moved over my back and arms, tracing the contours of my muscles. The warm oil, combined with her slow, expert massage, made me feel incredibly relaxed. Every muscle that had tightened during the intense fucking session began to unwind under her touch.
As she finished my back, a new, playful idea struck me. I took the oil bottle from her. I poured a little oil onto her smooth, full body, starting with her chest. I massaged the oil gently over her breasts. "My turn to give the massage," I stated, my hands circling the oil into her skin.
Then, I looked at her with a mischievous intensity. "Now," I requested, my voice firm but playful, "I want a boob massage on my body."
Kiran understood immediately. She laughed, a rich, happy sound, accepting the kink without question. She moved closer, coating her oiled breasts with more oil, making the surface slick and warm.
She gently guided me to lie down on the cool, tiled bathroom floor, supporting my head with a small, folded towel. I lay back, relaxing completely as the warm air and steam filled the small space.
She started the massage uniquely. She brought her breasts together, cupping them to form a single, soft mound, pressing the cool, oiled flesh first against my forehead. She applied gentle pressure, then slowly moved them down to cover my eyes. The cool, heavy weight of her joined breasts against my eyes was unexpected and intensely soothing. I felt the soft flesh pressing against my eyelids. The coolness of the oil and the softness of her body relaxed the strain in my eyes immediately.
Then she began the true body massage, moving her breasts down my face, running them across my cheeks and chin, spreading the oil further. She brought them to my neck, massaging the tight cords of muscle there by gently twisting her body and pressing her breasts firmly against the side of my throat.
She moved lower, bringing her soft, wet, oiled breasts to my chest. She began to rub the breasts against my skin, moving them in slow, deliberate circles over my pectorals. She pressed them against my skin, allowing the warmth of her body to soak into mine, moving them up and down my torso. I felt the unique, sliding sensation as her warm, soft breasts rubbed against my chest and stomach, gliding effortlessly due to the oil. She paid close attention to my ribs, pushing her weight onto the soft flesh and kneading the side of my torso with her breasts. The pleasure was deep and intensely relaxing, a full-body caress.
She finished by running her breasts down my abdomen, pressing them gently across my groin. She then focused on my lund. Using the abundant oil, she lowered her chest and used the soft curve between her breasts to glide repeatedly along the length of my lund. She used the weight of her breasts to provide a gentle, rhythmic pressure, sliding the slick flesh up and down the shaft of my lund. The sensation was incredibly stimulating, yet gentle, a perfect, soothing friction that melted away the residual tension from the night before. The entire sensation of her soft, heavy breasts covering and soothing my body was unique and deeply pleasurable.
After enjoying the boob massage for several minutes, we moved into a different kind of relaxation. We continued the body-on-body massage. We stood up, rubbing our entire bodies together, skin against skin, the warm oil creating a long, slow glide. We pressed our chests together, our stomachs, and our thighs. We moved against each other without the demand of penetration. We simply rubbed and pressed, enjoying the tactile pleasure of our bodies meeting fully, the heavy, intimate contact cleansing the lingering stress.
This prolonged bath was not for fucking; it was purely for healing and intimate connection, a deep, full-body release.
Finally, we emerged from the bathroom, dressed ourselves, and shared a simple breakfast. The extended massage and bath had fully relaxed my body, easing the intensity of the previous night's frantic session. Feeling restored and prepared for the complicated day ahead, I gave Kiran a final, quick embrace. I was ready to face the game of Heena and Soniya.
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