Misc. Erotica My Wife's Evening College (COMPLETED) - By Novelist Casanova

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Why are some words bold. This is not a textbook.

[novelistcasanova]

Next day my wife had woken up early and sent my sons to college. She was making me up, her boobs rising and falling over her pink nighty, her wide hips shifting as she moved around the bedroom, her plump ass cheeks round and firm under the pink nighty, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together with each step.

That’s when she got a call from Arjun. She answered, her large dark eyes focused, her boobs heaving over the pink nighty as she listened.
"Yes Arjun... okay... I will be ready... send the address... yes... morning... okay... bye," she said softly, hanging up, her cheeks slightly flushed.
When I woke up, took bath and came out wearing my towel, my wife looked at me, her boobs rising and falling over the pink nighty.
"Rajesh... Arjun has sent the address... we have to go to the Cameraman Sir’s office today... morning," she said, her voice nervous but determined.
I agreed, my cock throbbing softly inside my towel.
"Okay... we will go," I said, my voice calm, my cock leaking a little precum as I thought of the plan.
My wife served me hot idlis and sambar for breakfast, her boobs heaving over the pink nighty as she bent to place the plate, her plump ass cheeks round under the pink nighty, her thick juicy thighs shifting. She went to get ready.
By the time I finished my breakfast, my wife came out wearing her red chiffon saree and matching red blouse. The red chiffon saree dbangd perfectly over her wide hips, hugging her plump ass cheeks, the pallu falling softly over her boobs, the red blouse fitting tight, her boobs full and round, her thick juicy thighs outlined under the red chiffon saree, her navel deep and inviting through the sheer red chiffon saree, her mangalsutra resting between her boobs, her hips swaying seductively as she walked, looking so hot and sexy, her beauty overwhelming.
For a moment I wanted to grab her, pull her inside, fuck her hard, my cock throbbing painfully, but when she said she was ready, I controlled myself, breathing heavily.
"You look beautiful... ready?" I asked, my voice rough with lust, my cock leaking precum.
"Yes Rajesh... let's go," she said, smiling softly, her boobs heaving over the red blouse.
I went to get ready and came out wearing my white shirt and white dhoti, my cock still half hard. Today I took my car and drove her to the address, my cock throbbing the whole way, heart pounding with anticipation.
In the car, my wife sat beside me, her red chiffon saree dbangd elegantly, her red blouse hugging her boobs. She adjusted her white bra over her red blouse, reaching behind her back to pull the white bra straps tighter, then gently pushing the white bra straps inside her red blouse so they were hidden under the blouse straps, her boobs shifting slightly as she settled them.
"Rajesh... I am nervous... my heart is beating so fast...," she said softly, her voice trembling, her boobs rising and falling over the red blouse, her thick juicy thighs pressing together under the red chiffon saree.
I placed my left hand on her thighs over the red chiffon saree, feeling her warmth, my cock throbbing harder.
"Sudha... I am with you... don't worry... you are strong... you can do this... I believe in you... it is for a good cause... and for your degree... we are together... you will be fine," I said gently, squeezing her thigh lightly, my voice reassuring.
My wife looked at me, her large dark eyes soft, a small smile on her lips.
"Thank you Rajesh... you always support me... I feel better now... thank you," she said, her voice warm, her boobs heaving over the red blouse, her thick juicy thighs relaxing slightly under my hand.
I drove on, my cock throbbing painfully inside my white dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of my wife adjusting her white bra over her red blouse, her nervousness, her trust in me, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as we headed to the Cameraman Sir’s office.



We reached the Cameraman’s house. It was a huge bungalow, artistically made with elegant arches and manicured gardens, the walls painted in soft cream, the gate tall and ornate. The security guard opened the gate for us, nodding politely as we drove in.
Arjun came out of the house to welcome us with a smile, his cock probably still half hard in his trousers from earlier excitement, his face warm and friendly.
"Sudha akka... Rajesh sir... welcome... please come in," Arjun said, his voice enthusiastic, gesturing toward the house.
That’s when I got a call from my Mesthri. I began answering his call, stepping aside slightly.
"Sir... good news... the house construction is officially completed... everything is perfect... finishing touches done... ready for you to see," the Mesthri said, his voice excited.
I began appreciating him, thanking him warmly.
"Thank you... great job... I will come soon to see... you did wonderfully... thank you again," I said, smiling, my cock throbbing slightly inside my white dhoti as I spoke.
While I was on the call, an old man in his 70s came out, wearing his white kurta and black pants, his face wrinkled but eyes sharp. Arjun introduced my wife to him.
"Cameraman Sir... this is Sudha akka... our lead actress," Arjun said, smiling.
The old man politely smiled at my wife, his eyes lingering on her boobs heaving over the red blouse, her red chiffon saree dbangd perfectly. All of a sudden he took my wife into his complete embrace, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist, pulling her close, his hands resting on her wide hips.
My wife was taken aback for a moment, her boobs pressing against his chest through her red blouse, her large dark eyes wide, but in order to not make the situation uncomfortable, she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him back, her boobs squeezing against him, her thick juicy thighs shifting slightly under the red chiffon saree.
For a few seconds the old man’s fingers roamed all over my wife’s back over her red blouse, feeling up her white bra straps, tracing the outline of her white bra through the red blouse, his touch slow and deliberate, his cock probably hardening in his black pants.
Then he broke the hug, his eyes still on her boobs heaving over the red blouse.
My wife began adjusting her red chiffon saree pallu uncomfortably, pulling it back over her boobs, then tucking her white bra straps on her shoulders inside her red blouse, her fingers sliding under the blouse edges, her cheeks flushed, her boobs shifting as she adjusted.
The old man pointed his finger at me, his voice soft and warm.
"This is your husband?" he asked my wife.
My wife nodded, her boobs rising and falling over the red blouse.
"Yes... this is Rajesh... my husband," she said softly.
I hung up on the call and went towards them, my cock throbbing inside my white dhoti.
The old man shook my hand warmly, his grip soft but firm.
"Welcome Rajesh... good to meet you... come inside... please," he said, his voice welcoming, then took me inside the bungalow.
The interior of the Cameraman’s house was grand and artistic. The living room was spacious, with high ceilings and large windows letting in soft natural light. The walls were adorned with framed black-and-white photographs of classic Tamil film sets, award plaques, and vintage camera equipment displayed on polished wooden shelves. A massive leather sofa set in deep maroon dominated the center, surrounded by glass-topped coffee tables holding stacks of film magazines and storyboards. A large projector screen hung on one wall, ready for screenings, while a side room visible through an open door revealed editing consoles, monitors, and shelves of film reels and hard drives. The air smelled of polished wood and faint incense, the floor covered in intricate handmade tiles in earthy tones, creating an atmosphere of creative luxury and old-college cinema passion.
My wife followed, her boobs heaving over the red blouse, her red chiffon saree swaying with each step, her thick juicy thighs moving under the saree, her plump ass cheeks jiggling slightly.
I walked behind, my cock throbbing painfully inside my white dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of the old man hugging my wife, his fingers on her white bra, her adjusting her red blouse, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as we went inside.





The Cameraman offered us seats on his luxurious maroon leather sofa in the living room, the cushions deep and soft, the sofa set large enough for all of us. As we all started to settle down, my wife smoothing her red chiffon saree over her wide hips and plump ass cheeks, her red blouse hugging her boobs, the old man smiled politely.
"Just give me 5 minutes... I will make coffee and tea for all of us... come," the old man said, turning toward the kitchen.
My wife stood up quickly, her boobs heaving over the red blouse, her red chiffon saree swaying.
"Sir... I will make it... please... you are our host," she said softly, her voice polite.
The old man smiled, his eyes on her boobs and red chiffon saree.
"No... you are my guest... sit... I will make," he said firmly.
My wife insisted, her boobs rising and falling over the red blouse.
"Please sir... let me help... I will make... it is okay," she said, stepping toward the kitchen.
The old man laughed softly.
"Alright... let both of us make... come," he said, taking her inside the kitchen, his hand lightly on her back over her red blouse.
As Arjun was watching a movie on the large TV, I went to check on my wife and the old man in the kitchen, my cock throbbing inside my white dhoti.
The kitchen was artistic and impressive. Black marble countertops with golden veins ran along the walls, high-end stainless steel appliances gleamed under recessed LED lights, a large central island featured a built-in gas stove and sink in polished chrome, open shelves displayed vintage brass utensils and ceramic jars in earthy tones, a wall of glass-front cabinets held fine china and coffee sets, a small herb garden in pots lined the window sill with fresh basil and mint, the floor was covered in intricate handmade terracotta tiles with geometric patterns, abstract paintings in bold reds and golds hung on the walls, a crystal chandelier hung above the island casting soft sparkles, the air filled with the aroma of fresh coffee beans being ground, the entire space designed like a modern chef’s dream with artistic touches—black and gold accents, a small wine rack with rare bottles, everything elegant, luxurious, and cinematic in its perfection.
My wife was in awe, her boobs rising and falling over the red blouse, her large dark eyes wide as she looked around.
"Sir... your kitchen... it is so beautiful... like a movie set," she said softly, her voice impressed, her red chiffon saree swaying as she moved.
The old man smiled, his eyes all over my wife’s ass cheeks and the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the red chiffon saree, watching her plump ass cheeks jiggle slightly as she moved around the kitchen in awe, his cock hardening in his black pants.
He pointed out the appliances, his voice warm, his eyes never leaving her ass cheeks and panty line.
"Yes... I love cooking... it helps me relax after shoots... come... help me with the coffee," he said, standing close behind her, his cock probably pressing against her ass cheeks through his black pants as he reached for the coffee powder.
My wife turned, her boobs heaving over the red blouse, smiling politely.
"Sure sir... I will help," she said, her thick juicy thighs shifting under the red chiffon saree, completely unaware of his lustful gaze on her ass cheeks and panty line.
I stood at the doorway, my cock throbbing painfully inside my white dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of the old man’s eyes on my wife’s ass cheeks, his cock hard in his black pants, her innocence in the artistic kitchen, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I watched, heart pounding.

[novelistcasanova]

My wife began making coffee in the artistic kitchen, her boobs rising and falling over the red blouse as she measured the coffee powder, her red chiffon saree swaying with her movements, the pallu dbangd softly over her boobs, her thick juicy thighs shifting under the saree.

She looked at the old man, her large dark eyes soft and curious, her voice gentle.
"Sir... do you live alone? Where is your family?" she asked, pouring water into the coffee filter, her boobs heaving over the red blouse.
The old man paused, his eyes misting with tears, his voice low, cracking with deep sorrow.
"I am a widower... I lost my wife when she was only 32... so young... so full of life... she was my everything... my heart... she was a strong advocate of women’s education... she fought with fire in her soul... she started night colleges in our village... went door to door... begged parents to send their daughters... she taught them to read... write... dream... she stood against child marriage... dowry... she gave courage to women... made them believe they could be more... she was fearless... bold... beautiful inside and out... she changed so many lives... saved girls from darkness... but... a gang... powerful men... they hated her... hated her voice... they killed her... one night... they came... beat her... took her away... I found her body the next day... broken... gone... she died fighting... for what she believed... women's education... empowerment... I still hear her voice... her laugh... I miss her every second... she was my world... my light... and now... only darkness," he said, his voice shattering, tears streaming down his wrinkled cheeks, his hands trembling, his cock softening in his black pants as grief overwhelmed him.
My wife stopped, her boobs heaving over the red blouse, her large dark eyes filling with tears, her voice breaking with sorrow.
"Sir... I... I am so sorry... so deeply sorry... your wife... she sounds like a true hero... so strong... so brave... fighting for education... for women... for girls who had no voice... it breaks my heart... she was so young... she did so much... she deserved to live... to see her work grow... I feel... so sad... so much pain... she is an inspiration... her courage... her love... it touches me... deeply... I wish... I could have met her... honored her... she was amazing," she whispered, tears slipping down her cheeks, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the red chiffon saree, her heart heavy with genuine sorrow, her voice choked with emotion.
The old man wiped his tears with shaking hands, his voice soft, broken but warm.
"Thank you... your words... they mean a lot... now... I have a daughter... she looks just like her... same eyes... same smile... same heart... here... look," he said, taking out his phone with trembling fingers, showing her pictures of his daughter—young, beautiful, with long hair and bright eyes, strikingly similar to my wife.
My wife looked at the photos, her boobs rising and falling over the red blouse, her large dark eyes softening, tears still shining.
"She is beautiful... so beautiful... she looks so much like your wife... so sweet... so strong... you must be so proud... she carries her mother’s spirit... her fight... I can see it," she said, her voice gentle, her thick juicy thighs relaxing slightly under the red chiffon saree.
The old man smiled sadly, his eyes on her boobs and red chiffon saree.
"Yes... she is my life now... Sudha... you remind me of her... your kindness... your heart... your eyes... can I treat you like my daughter? Please... just like her... I feel... like she is here... with you... can I?" he asked, his voice emotional, cracking again, his cock probably stirring in his black pants.
My wife nodded, her boobs heaving over the red blouse, her large dark eyes warm and teary.
"Sure sir... please... treat me like your daughter... I would like that... very much," she said softly, smiling gently, her thick juicy thighs shifting under the red chiffon saree, feeling a fatherly comfort.
Their conversation slowly turned to my family. My wife began telling him, her voice soft and proud.
"Sir... I am going to be the first graduate in my family... no one before me studied this far... my parents worked so hard... sacrificed everything... so I could study... my degree... it means everything... to me... to them... I want to make them proud... complete it... show them their sacrifices were worth it," she said, her boobs rising and falling over the red blouse, her large dark eyes shining with emotion.
The old man nodded, his voice appreciative, eyes warm.
"Sudha... that is beautiful... you are doing something great... first graduate... your family must be so proud... you are strong... like my wife... keep going... your education... it will change everything... you are an example already... I am proud of you... my daughter," he said, his voice fatherly, his cock probably hardening again in his black pants as he watched her boobs heave over the red blouse.
My wife started feeling very comfortable with him, her boobs rising and falling over the red blouse, her large dark eyes soft, her voice gentle.
"Thank you sir... talking to you... it feels like I am with my late dad... he was so supportive... so kind... I miss him... but you... you make me feel safe... cared for... I trust you already... like family," she said, her thick juicy thighs relaxing under the red chiffon saree, her plump ass cheeks shifting as she moved closer to the stove.
They made the coffee together, the aroma filling the artistic kitchen, my wife smiling softly, her boobs heaving over the red blouse, completely trusting the old man, her heart open, feeling like she was with her late dad.
I stood at the doorway, my cock throbbing painfully inside my white dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of my wife bonding with the old man, feeling like he was her dad, trusting him already, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I watched, heart pounding.



As my wife and the old man were placing the coffee cups on the tray, my wife’s hands trembled slightly, her boobs rising and falling over the red blouse, her red chiffon saree pallu dbangd softly over her boobs. She looked at him, her large dark eyes nervous, her voice soft and hesitant, almost breaking.
"Sir... do you know about the story Arjun narrated? It... it involves a lot of bold scenes... I am nervous... very nervous... my heart is racing... I don’t know if I can face those parts... it feels so heavy... so wrong for me," she said, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the red chiffon saree, her plump ass cheeks clenching slightly, tears welling in her large dark eyes.
The old man set the last cup down gently, his eyes softening with fatherly concern, his voice low, warm, and deeply emotional.
"Yes, my daughter... Arjun told me the story... it is brilliant... powerful... those bold scenes are must in the story... they are not for cheap thrill... they show the painful truth... how the heroine was dumb... naive... without education... she trusted men blindly... gave her body... got fucked... used... betrayed... left broken... time after time... only after that deep pain... that betrayal... she realizes... education is the only light... the only way to rise... to become strong... independent... she goes to evening college... fights every day... studies hard... becomes an IAS officer... serves the country... helps suffering women... sets an example for all women who were cheated in the name of love... those bold scenes are necessary... they make the audience feel her pain... her tears... her struggle... so when she rises... it hits the heart... it inspires... it saves lives... it is not vulgar... it is truthful... for the message... for every woman like her... like my wife... like you," he said, his voice cracking with emotion, tears in his eyes, his cock probably stirring in his black pants as he spoke, his hands trembling slightly.
My wife looked down, her boobs heaving over the red blouse, tears slipping down her cheeks, her voice shaking with fear and sorrow.
"Sir... I understand... the message is so important... it touches my heart... but... I am scared... those bold scenes... I can’t... I feel so small... so exposed... my body... my heart... I don’t know if I can... it feels like I am losing myself... I am shaking inside," she whispered, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the red chiffon saree, her plump ass cheeks shifting nervously.
The old man stepped closer, his voice gentle, fatherly, thick with emotion, tears shining in his eyes.
"My daughter... don’t be scared... look at me... I am here... like your father... I will protect you... Arjun is talented... very talented... soon he will be one of the top directors in Tamil film industry... he knows how to handle such scenes... he will make them modest... tasteful... emotional... soft lighting... close shots on your eyes... your tears... your strength... no vulgarity... only beauty... only truth... you are safe... trust him... trust me... you are like my daughter... my heart aches seeing you scared... I can’t bear it... please... do it for the story... for the women it will help... for my wife’s dream... for your own courage... I beg you... my child... trust me fully... I will be there every moment... holding your hand... like a father... you are not alone," he said, his voice breaking, tears falling, his cock probably hardening in his black pants as he looked at her boobs heaving over the red blouse, his hands reaching out gently.
My wife looked at him, her large dark eyes filling with tears, her voice trembling with trust and emotion.
"Sir... you are like my dad... I feel it... your words... your tears... they touch me... I trust you... completely... like my own father... if you say it will be okay... if you promise to be there... protect me... I will do it... I will do any bold scenes... because I trust you... you are just like my dad... I know you will take care of me... I will act... for you... for the message... for the women," she whispered, her boobs heaving over the red blouse, tears streaming down her cheeks, her thick juicy thighs relaxing under the red chiffon saree, her heart open wide.
The old man’s eyes filled with tears, his voice choked with love and emotion. He stepped closer, leaned in, and kissed her forehead gently, his lips lingering softly on her skin.
"My daughter... thank you... I love you... I am so proud of you... you are brave... so brave... like my wife... go now... keep the coffee on the table... I will join you in a minute... my child... I love you," he said, his voice thick, calling her daughter, his cock throbbing in his black pants, tears on his cheeks.
My wife’s eyes overflowed with tears, her boobs heaving over the red blouse, her voice choked with emotion.
"I love you too... sir... like my dad... thank you... I will do it... for you... for everything," she whispered, her thick juicy thighs trembling, her heart full of trust and love, turning and walking out of the kitchen with the tray, her ass cheeks jiggling under the red chiffon saree, her thick juicy thighs moving with each step, feeling safe, trusting him like her dad.
The old man watched her go, his cock hard in his black pants, his eyes on her ass cheeks and panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the red chiffon saree, his heart full of lust and fatherly affection.
I stood at the doorway, my cock throbbing painfully inside my white dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of my wife trusting the old man, calling him like her dad, agreeing to do bold scenes for him, his kiss on her forehead, her tears, her emotional surrender, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I watched, heart pounding.






As my wife and the old man were placing the coffee cups on the tray, my wife’s hands trembled slightly, her boobs rising and falling over the red blouse, her red chiffon saree pallu dbangd softly over her boobs. She looked at him, her large dark eyes nervous, her voice soft and hesitant, almost breaking.
"Sir... do you know about the story Arjun narrated? It... it involves a lot of bold scenes... I am nervous... very nervous... my heart is racing... I don’t know if I can face those parts... it feels so heavy... so wrong for me," she said, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the red chiffon saree, her plump ass cheeks clenching slightly, tears welling in her large dark eyes.
The old man set the last cup down gently, his eyes softening with fatherly concern, his voice low, warm, and deeply emotional.
"Yes, my daughter... Arjun told me the story... it is brilliant... powerful... those bold scenes are must in the story... they show the painful truth... how the heroine was dumb... naive... without education... she trusted men blindly... gave her body... got fucked... used... betrayed... left broken... time after time... only after that deep pain... that betrayal... she realizes... education is the only light... the only way to rise... to become strong... independent... she goes to evening college... fights every day... studies hard... becomes an IAS officer... serves the country... helps suffering women... sets an example for all women who were cheated in the name of love... those bold scenes are necessary... they make the audience feel her pain... her tears... her struggle... so when she rises... it hits the heart... it inspires... it saves lives... it is not vulgar... it is truthful... for the message... for every woman like her... like my wife... like you," he said, his voice cracking with emotion, tears in his eyes, his cock probably stirring in his black pants as he spoke, his hands trembling slightly.
My wife looked down, her boobs heaving over the red blouse, tears slipping down her cheeks, her voice shaking with fear and sorrow.
"Sir... I understand... the message is so important... it touches my heart... but... I am scared... those bold scenes... I can’t... I feel so small... so exposed... my body... my heart... I don’t know if I can... it feels like I am losing myself... I am shaking inside," she whispered, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the red chiffon saree, her plump ass cheeks shifting nervously.
The old man stepped closer, his voice gentle, fatherly, thick with emotion, tears shining in his eyes.
"My daughter... don’t be scared... look at me... I am here... like your father... I will protect you... Arjun is talented... very talented... soon he will be one of the top directors in Tamil film industry... he knows how to handle such scenes... he will make them modest... tasteful... emotional... soft lighting... close shots on your eyes... your tears... your strength... no vulgarity... only beauty... only truth... you are safe... trust him... trust me... you are like my daughter... my heart aches seeing you scared... I can’t bear it... please... do it for the story... for the women it will help... for my wife’s dream... for your own courage... I beg you... my child... trust me fully... I will be there every moment... holding your hand... like a father... you are not alone," he said, his voice breaking, tears falling, his cock probably hardening in his black pants as he looked at her boobs heaving over the red blouse, his hands reaching out gently.
My wife looked at him, her large dark eyes softening, tears shining, her voice trembling with trust and emotion.
"Sir... you are like my dad... I feel it... your words... your tears... they touch me... I trust you... completely... like my own father... if you say it will be okay... if you promise to be there... protect me... I will do it... I will do any bold scenes... because I trust you... you are just like my dad... I know you will take care of me... I will act... for you... for the message... for the women," she whispered, her boobs heaving over the red blouse, tears streaming down her cheeks, her thick juicy thighs relaxing under the red chiffon saree, her heart open wide.
The old man’s eyes filled with tears, his voice choked with love and emotion. He stepped closer, gently held her face with both hands, his thumbs brushing her tears away, looking deep into her eyes.
"My daughter... my sweet daughter... I love you... I love you so much... don’t call me sir... call me daddy... please... call me daddy... I want to hear it... from your heart," he said, his voice breaking, tears falling, his cock throbbing in his black pants.
My wife’s eyes overflowed with tears, her boobs heaving over the red blouse, her voice choked with emotion.
"Daddy... I... I love you too... daddy... you are like my dad... I trust you... daddy," she whispered, her voice trembling, tears streaming.
The old man pulled her into a tight hug, his arms wrapping around her waist, his hands sliding down to gently grab her ass cheeks over her red chiffon saree, feeling up her panty line over her ass cheeks, his fingers softly squeezing her plump ass cheeks, his cock pressing against her thighs through his black pants.
"My daughter... your panties have caught uneasily between your ass crack... I can feel it... adjust it... my child... I will take the tray and go... you adjust your panties and come to the living room... daddy will be waiting," he said with love, his voice soft and caring, his hands still gently on her ass cheeks over the red chiffon saree.
My wife’s cheeks flushed, her boobs heaving over the red blouse, her voice soft and trusting.
"Sure daddy... I will adjust... thank you daddy... I trust you... I will do anything you want... anything," she whispered, her thick juicy thighs trembling, her heart full of trust and love.
The old man released her slowly, his hands lingering on her ass cheeks for a moment, then picked up the tray.
"Adjust your panties, my daughter... and then join us... I love you," he said, his voice emotional.
My wife nodded, her boobs heaving over the red blouse, her large dark eyes shining with tears and trust.
"I love you too... daddy... thank you," she whispered, her thick juicy thighs trembling, then began adjusting her panties over her red chiffon saree, pulling the wedged crotch out from her ass crack and pussy lips, smoothing it flat, her boobs heaving over the red blouse.
The old man walked out with the tray, his cock hard in his black pants, his eyes glancing back at her ass cheeks and panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the red chiffon saree.
I quickly went back to the living room, my cock throbbing painfully inside my white dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of my wife calling him daddy, trusting him completely, agreeing to do any bold scenes for him, his hands on her ass cheeks, her emotional surrender, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I sat down, heart pounding.



As I sat on the maroon leather sofa next to Arjun, the old man came and sat opposite to us, placing the coffee tray on the glass coffee table. Arjun and I began sipping coffee, the hot aroma filling the luxurious living room, the old man also began sipping coffee, his eyes occasionally flicking toward the kitchen direction.
I bent toward the kitchen doorway and saw my wife still there, adjusting her panties over her red chiffon saree. Her red chiffon saree had loosened while she pulled at her panties, the pallu slipping off her shoulder, the saree fabric sliding down her wide hips, exposing more of her red petticoat tied tightly around her waist. She cursed herself softly under her breath, her boobs heaving over the red blouse in frustration.
"Oh no... this saree... always loosening... stupid me," she muttered, her voice low and annoyed, her large dark eyes focused on her red chiffon saree.
She began removing her red chiffon saree to rewear it properly, tugging the pallu free from her shoulder, sliding the red chiffon saree down her wide hips, peeling it off her plump ass cheeks, revealing her red petticoat hugging her ass cheeks and thighs, the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the red petticoat, her white bra straps peeking slightly under the red blouse edges, her boobs shifting as she moved.
That’s when I noticed a neighbour, an old man in his 60s, watching my wife through his bedroom window facing the kitchen window. He stood hidden behind his curtain, his hand inside his trousers, stroking his hard cock slowly, eyes locked on my wife as she removed her red chiffon saree, standing in her red petticoat and red blouse, her plump ass cheeks round under the red petticoat, her thick juicy thighs shifting, her boobs heaving over the red blouse, jerking off faster as he watched, his breathing heavy, his cock throbbing in his hand, but he did not cum yet, his eyes greedy and fixed on her.
I stood there, my cock throbbing painfully inside my white dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of my wife undressing her red chiffon saree in the kitchen, standing in her red petticoat and red blouse, the neighbour jerking off watching her, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I watched, heart pounding.


Before wearing her red chiffon saree, as my wife began lifting her red petticoat up her wide hips, the red petticoat sliding over her thick juicy thighs, exposing her white panties fully. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her white panties, tugging the white panties down slightly to free the wedged crotch from her pussy lips and ass crack, then eased the white panties back up, pulling the crotch flat over her pussy lips, smoothing it gently over her clit and ass crack, adjusting the white panties edges along her hips so they sat snug against her ass cheeks, the panty line now even over her ass cheeks under the red petticoat.
The moment the old neighbour got the full view of my wife’s pussy and ass in her white panties—her plump pussy lips outlined softly through the white panties, her tight ass crack visible between her round ass cheeks, the white panties hugging every curve—he could not hold it anymore. His face twisted in intense pleasure, eyes wide and glassy, mouth open in a silent gasp, cheeks flushed red, veins bulging on his forehead, his body shuddering violently, knees weakening as thick cum spurted out of his cock, his legs buckling, forcing him to sit heavily on the floor, panting hard, his cock pulsing with aftershocks, cum dripping onto his floor, his expression pure overwhelmed ecstasy.
After he came, my wife quickly wore her red chiffon saree again, dbanging the pallu over her boobs, tucking the pleats neatly at her waist, smoothing it over her wide hips and plump ass cheeks, her red blouse hugging her boobs, her thick juicy thighs shifting under the saree. She checked herself in the small mirror, adjusted her mangalsutra between her boobs, then walked out of the kitchen, her ass cheeks jiggling under the red chiffon saree, her thick juicy thighs moving gracefully, completely unaware of the neighbour’s release.
I sat on the maroon leather sofa next to Arjun, sipping coffee, my cock throbbing painfully inside my white dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of my wife adjusting her white panties in the kitchen, exposing her pussy and ass, the neighbour cumming hard watching her, his knees weak, sitting on the floor in bliss, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I watched her come out, heart pounding.




As my wife came to the living room adjusting her red chiffon saree, smoothing the pallu over her boobs and tucking it neatly at her waist, the old man patted the maroon leather sofa cushion next to him on his right.
"Come, my daughter... sit here... next to daddy," the old man said warmly, his voice soft and fatherly, his cock probably still hard in his black pants from earlier.
My wife smiled shyly, her boobs heaving over the red blouse, and sat next to him, her thick juicy thighs pressing together under the red chiffon saree, her plump ass cheeks settling into the cushion, her red chiffon saree dbanging elegantly over her wide hips.
The old man offered her a coffee cup from the tray, his eyes lingering on her boobs and red blouse.
"Here... coffee for my daughter... drink... relax," he said, handing it to her gently.
My wife took the cup, her boobs rising and falling over the red blouse, sipping slowly.
As he began sipping his coffee, the old man looked at Arjun, his voice calm but firm.
"Arjun... when do you want to do the shooting?," he asked, his eyes flicking to my wife’s boobs heaving over the red blouse.
Arjun nodded, his cock straining in his trousers.
"Sir... we only have today and tomorrow... I am going to do location scouting today... so I can start shooting the outdoor scenes tomorrow morning... and the indoor scenes at night... we need to finish fast," Arjun said, his voice confident.
The old man agreed, sipping his coffee, his eyes on my wife’s red chiffon saree.
"Good... and for the indoor scenes at night... we can shoot them here... in my house itself... it is big... perfect for the sets... no need to go anywhere," he said casually, his voice warm.
Arjun’s face lit up, his cock throbbing.
"Thank you sir... really... that will save so much time... thank you," Arjun said gratefully.
The old man smiled, putting his right arm around my wife’s waist over her red blouse, pulling her gently closer, his hand resting on her wide hips.
"Sudha is my daughter... I will do anything for her... anything to see her shine... to make this film perfect... for her... for the message," he said emotionally, his cock probably pressing against her thigh through his black pants.
My wife felt proud of him, her boobs heaving over the red blouse, looking at Arjun and smiling naively, her large dark eyes soft.
The old man continued, his voice thick with emotion, his arm tightening slightly around her waist.
"Don’t worry about the budget... I will produce it... I will spend whatever it takes... Arjun... write a small tribute to my wife in the film... she was a woman empowerment fighter... she so badly wanted women’s education... she died for it... fighting the system... let the film honor her... let Sudha carry her spirit... my daughter," he said, his voice breaking, tears in his eyes.
My wife looked at him, her boobs heaving over the red blouse, her large dark eyes filling with tears, her right hand gently rubbing his right arm to comfort him, her voice soft and emotional.
"Daddy... I will do it... for your wife... for her fight... for education... I promise," she whispered, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the red chiffon saree.
Arjun nodded quickly, his cock throbbing.
"Yes sir... I will write the tribute... it will be beautiful... thank you... we will honor her," Arjun said, his voice sincere.
The old man smiled through his tears, his right arm still around my wife’s waist.
"My daughter... you will be the angel on screen... I will spend as much as possible... to show you like an angel... my daughter... my pride," he said, his voice full of love, his cock throbbing in his black pants.
My wife looked at him, her boobs heaving over the red blouse, her large dark eyes emotional.
"Thank you daddy... thank you so much... I feel... so loved... so safe... I will do my best... for you," she said, her voice choked with emotion, her thick juicy thighs pressing together under the red chiffon saree.
I sat on the maroon leather sofa, my cock throbbing painfully inside my white dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of my wife calling him daddy, his arm around her waist, her emotional trust, his promise to produce the film, the tribute to his wife, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I watched, heart pounding in the luxurious living room.


The old man sipped his coffee, his eyes warm on my wife sitting next to him.
"Arjun... what about makeup and costumes?," he said gently, his right arm still resting around my wife’s waist over her red blouse.
Arjun leaned forward, his cock straining in his trousers.
"Sir... I was hoping you would help with that... you have contacts... we need costumes for Sudha akka," Arjun said, his voice hopeful.
The old man nodded, his cock throbbing in his black pants.
"Don’t worry about costumes... we have old film sets wardrobe... we can use those... modest... perfect... and for equipment... I have everything here... no need to rent... I have all the equipment with me for the shoot... for the bedroom shot romance scenes... soft key lights with diffusers for gentle, flattering face illumination... fill lights on stands to remove harsh shadows and give smooth skin glow... back lights and rim lights for romantic halo effect around hair and shoulders... a dolly track with fluid head for slow, smooth tracking shots circling the bed... tripod with fluid head for steady close-ups on faces, eyes, lips, tears... handheld camera with stabilizer for intimate, slightly shaky, realistic moments... boom mic on a boom pole for clear whispered dialogue and breathing sounds... reflector boards for natural-looking bounce light on skin... ring light for soft catchlights in eyes to make them sparkle emotionally... practical lamps on bedside tables for warm, golden mood lighting... fog machine for subtle atmospheric haze to enhance romance and intimacy... all set up in the master bedroom... king-size bed with silk sheets in deep maroon... velvet headboard... sheer canopy curtains... dimmable wall sconces... everything ready by tomorrow... we can shoot indoor romance scenes here at night... perfect lighting... perfect mood... no need to go anywhere," he said, his voice firm and loving, his hand gently squeezing my wife’s hip over the red chiffon saree.
Arjun nodded, his cock throbbing.
"Yes sir... thank you... that is perfect... I will go now... scout locations for outdoor scenes... we meet tomorrow," Arjun said, standing up and leaving for location scouting.
The old man smiled at my wife, his cock hard in his black pants.
"Sudha... my baby... don’t worry... daddy will take care of everything... wardrobe... camera... lights... you just be ready... you will shine," he said softly, his hand resting on her thigh over the red chiffon saree.
My wife looked at him, her boobs heaving over the red blouse, her large dark eyes soft.
"Thank you daddy...," she whispered, her thick juicy thighs relaxing under the red chiffon saree.
I sat on the maroon leather sofa, my cock throbbing painfully inside my white dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of the old man’s hand on my wife’s thigh, her calling him daddy, his detailed promise to have all the equipment for bedroom romance shots—soft lights, dolly, handheld, fog, silk sheets, canopy—drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I watched, heart pounding.
The old man picked up all the coffee cups and carried them inside the kitchen to clean. My wife called after him, her voice soft and polite.
"Daddy... I will wash them... let me help," she said, following him quickly, her boobs rising and falling over the red blouse, her red chiffon saree swaying with each step.
The old man placed the cups in the sink, turning to her with a gentle smile.
"It's okay, my daughter... you are my guest... sit... I will clean," he said warmly.
My wife insisted, stepping to the sink, her boobs heaving over the red blouse.
"No daddy... I will wash... please... let me," she said softly, turning on the tap and beginning to wash the coffee cups, her thick juicy thighs shifting under the red chiffon saree, her plump ass cheeks round and firm as she leaned forward slightly.
The old man stood behind her, his cock hardening in his black pants, his eyes locked on my wife’s ass cheeks and the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the red chiffon saree. He began stroking his cock over his black pants slowly, his hand rubbing the bulge as he watched her ass cheeks jiggle gently with her movements.
Casually, he asked, his voice low and caring.
"My daughter... did you adjust your panties?" he said, stepping closer, placing his left hand on my wife’s ass cheeks over her red chiffon saree, feeling up her panties through the saree.
My wife paused for a second, her boobs heaving over the red blouse, then continued washing, her voice innocent.
"Yes daddy... I adjusted them... thank you," she said softly, her thick juicy thighs trembling slightly under the red chiffon saree.
The old man’s left hand roamed erotically over her ass cheeks, his palm pressing gently against her plump ass cheeks through the red chiffon saree, fingers tracing the panty line over her ass cheeks, sliding slowly along the curve of her ass crack where the white panties were felt underneath, squeezing softly, kneading her ass cheeks with care, his touch warm and deliberate. My wife’s ass cheeks moved uncomfortably at first, clenching slightly under his hand, her boobs heaving faster over the red blouse, but then she relaxed, realizing it was like her dad, gentle and caring, letting him feel them up, her plump ass cheeks softening under his palm, her thick juicy thighs parting slightly as she stood there washing the cups.
He continued feeling her ass cheeks, his fingers gliding over the panty line, pressing lightly into her ass crack through the saree, savoring the roundness, the firmness, the warmth, his cock throbbing hard in his black pants.
My wife finished washing the cups, placing them in the shelf, her boobs heaving over the red blouse, her red chiffon saree swaying as she turned to him, smiling softly.
"Done daddy... thank you for letting me help," she said, her voice sweet and trusting.
The old man smiled, his left hand still on her ass cheeks for a moment before letting go, his cock straining in his black pants.
"Good girl…," he said lovingly.
My wife nodded, her boobs rising and falling over the red blouse, staying close to him, her thick juicy thighs shifting under the red chiffon saree.
I sat on the maroon leather sofa, my cock throbbing painfully inside my white dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of the old man stroking his cock over his black pants, feeling up my wife’s ass cheeks and panties through her red chiffon saree, her innocent "yes daddy" while washing, her ass cheeks relaxing under his hand, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I waited, heart pounding.

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The old man set the last cup down, his voice low and heavy with longing.

"My daughter... I miss my daughter so much... her warmth... her hugs... the way she used to lean into me... the house feels so empty without her... I ache for that closeness... that comfort... it hurts deep inside," he said, his eyes glistening, tears forming, his cock slowly hardening in his black pants as he spoke, his breath slightly ragged.
My wife’s boobs heaved over the red blouse, her large dark eyes filling with tears, her voice soft, trembling with empathy.
"Daddy... don’t... don’t be sad... I am here... I am here for you... I will give you that warmth... that comfort... please... let me... I can’t see you hurting like this... it breaks my heart," she whispered, stepping closer, wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly, her boobs pressing firmly against his chest through her red blouse, her mangalsutra resting between them, her thick juicy thighs brushing his legs.
The old man readily hugged her back tight, his arms wrapping around her waist, his hands roaming slowly all over her back over her red blouse, fingers tracing the outline of her white bra straps, sliding down to feel the white bra hooks behind, pressing gently into her back, savoring the softness of her boobs against him, his cock fully erect now, rubbing slowly and deliberately all over my wife’s thighs through his black pants, the bulge grinding against her thick juicy thighs over the red chiffon saree, pressing into her warmth with each subtle shift.
After a few heated seconds he gently broke the hug, his cock fully erect, making a huge throbbing bulge in his black pants, clearly visible.
"My daughter... I am sorry... I have a boner... you are like my daughter... it is wrong... forgive me... my body... it reacts... to your closeness," he said, his voice husky and apologetic, his eyes locked on her boobs heaving over the red blouse.
My wife looked down innocently, her boobs rising and falling over the red blouse, her voice soft and understanding.
"Daddy... it is okay... my husband told me it is normal for men to have boners in their pants when they hug... it is just a bodily reaction... nothing wrong... please don’t feel bad... I understand... it happens," she said gently, her thick juicy thighs shifting under the red chiffon saree.
The old man smiled, his cock throbbing in his black pants.
"Your husband is smart... very smart... he knows... he understands... good man," he said, his voice warm and husky.
My wife smiled proudly, her boobs heaving over the red blouse, adjusting her red chiffon saree pallu with her hands, pulling it up over her boobs, cupping her boobs gently through the red blouse as she smoothed the pallu, her boobs shifting under her palms, then taking her hands off and looking at him, smiling.
"Yes daddy... my husband is very smart... when the Contractor left our house construction... he completed it with just the Mesthri and 4 workers... he supervised everything... every detail... made sure it was perfect... no shortcuts... he worked so hard... day and night... he is amazing... I am so proud of him... he always supports me... pushes me to finish my degree... he loves me so much... he wants me to succeed... he is my strength," she said, her voice full of pride and love, her boobs rising and falling over the red blouse, her large dark eyes shining.
The old man smiled, his eyes ogling her boobs as she spoke and adjusted her red chiffon saree pallu, watching her cup her boobs gently, his cock throbbing in his black pants, his gaze hungry but his face warm.
"Yes... your husband is a good man... smart... caring... you are lucky... and he is lucky to have you... my daughter," he said, his voice soft, his eyes still on her boobs heaving over the red blouse.
My wife smiled, her boobs rising and falling over the red blouse, her thick juicy thighs shifting under the red chiffon saree, feeling proud and emotional.
I sat on the maroon leather sofa, my cock throbbing painfully inside my white dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of my wife hugging him, his cock rubbing her thighs, his hands roaming her back and white bra, her innocent explanation about boners, her proud talk about me while he ogled her boobs, her adjusting her red chiffon saree pallu and cupping her boobs, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I watched, heart pounding in the luxurious living room.






The old man looked at my wife, his right arm still around her waist over her red blouse, his voice gentle.
"Sudha... my baby... you look tired... go home now... take rest... sleep well tonight... it is very important to be fresh tomorrow... for the shoot... your body needs energy... your mind needs calm... daddy wants you to shine... rest properly... okay?" he said softly, his hand squeezing her hip over the red chiffon saree, his cock throbbing in his black pants.
My wife nodded, her boobs heaving over the red blouse, her large dark eyes soft.
"Yes daddy... I will go home... rest... thank you daddy... for everything," she whispered, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the red chiffon saree.
The old man stood up, keeping his arm around her shoulder, guiding her out of the kitchen toward me on the sofa.
"Rajesh... Sudha is tired... I told her to go home and rest... sleep well for tomorrow... she needs to be fresh... for the shoot," he said, his voice caring, his arm still around my wife’s shoulder over her red blouse.
My wife smiled at me, her boobs rising and falling over the red blouse, gesturing me to come along.
"Rajesh... let's go home... daddy is right... I need rest," she said softly, her large dark eyes warm.
I stood up from the maroon leather sofa, my cock throbbing painfully inside my white dhoti, leaking precum, and joined them.
The old man looked at me, his cock hard in his black pants, his voice casual but probing.
"Rajesh... are you okay with Sudha acting in romance scenes? The story has intimate moments... bold expressions... are you comfortable with that?" he asked, his arm still around my wife’s shoulder.
I smiled, my cock throbbing harder, my voice calm and liberal.
"I have no problem... it is not just for the cause... women's education... empowerment... it is art... expression... I am a liberal person... I don’t want to control my wife... especially in things which could be pleasurable... for her... for the film... for the message... she is free... I trust her... I support her," I said, sounding like a feminist, my cock leaking more precum inside my white dhoti.
My wife looked at the old man innocently, her boobs heaving over the red blouse.
"Daddy... I am very conservative... from a conservative family... I am worried to do intimate scenes... I have never done anything like that... I am scared," she said softly, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the red chiffon saree.
The old man squeezed her shoulder gently, his voice soothing and confident.
"Sudha... my baby... don’t worry... trust me... trust daddy... I will make you comfortable... I know where to touch you... how to guide your body... your expressions... I will make the romance look natural... sensual... beautiful... soft lighting... close shots on your eyes... your lips... your breathing... slow movements... no force... only emotion... you will feel safe... I will be there... every second... like a father... you will enjoy it... it will be art... not sin... trust daddy... okay?" he said, his voice low and seductive, his cock throbbing in his black pants, his words making my cock pulse violently inside my white dhoti.
My wife looked at him, her boobs heaving over the red blouse, her large dark eyes trusting, her voice soft.
"Yes daddy... I trust you... I will do it... for you... for the message," she whispered, her thick juicy thighs relaxing slightly under the red chiffon saree.
The old man smiled, his hand sliding down her back over her red blouse.
"Good girl... my baby... now go home... rest... tomorrow we start... daddy loves you," he said emotionally, his cock hard in his black pants.
My wife smiled, her boobs heaving over the red blouse, her large dark eyes soft.
"I love you too daddy... thank you... I will rest," she said, her voice full of trust, turning to me.
"Rajesh... let's go home," she said softly, her red chiffon saree swaying as she walked toward me, her plump ass cheeks jiggling under the saree, her thick juicy thighs moving gracefully.



The old man looked at my wife, his right arm still around her waist over her red blouse, his voice gentle.
"Sudha... my baby... before you leave... I have Tirupati laddoo for you... wait," he said warmly, standing up and walking to the kitchen.
He came back with a plate of laddoos, the rich aroma of ghee, cardamom, and sugar filling the living room. He handed two full laddoos to me and my wife, then picked up the third one, which was half broken, and offered it to my wife.
"Take these two full laddoos... this half broken one... eat it now... tell daddy how it tastes... my baby," he said softly, his cock throbbing visibly in his black pants, his eyes locked on her boobs heaving over the red blouse.
My wife innocently took the half broken laddoo, her boobs rising and falling over the red blouse, her large dark eyes soft. She brought it to her full red lips, parting them slowly, her tongue tip emerging first, touching the laddoo’s warm, sticky surface, tasting the golden ghee and sugar. She took a small bite, the laddoo crumbling between her teeth, ghee melting instantly on her tongue, thick and buttery, sweet syrup coating her inner cheeks, a tiny piece sticking to her lower lip. She chewed slowly, her lips moving sensually, cheeks hollowing as she sucked the ghee from the laddoo, her tongue swirling inside her mouth, savoring every bit, a soft, wet smacking sound as she swallowed, a thick drop of ghee mixed with her saliva dripping slowly from the corner of her mouth. She licked it away with the tip of her tongue, dragging it along her lower lip in a long, slow stroke, her lips glistening wetly with ghee and spit, her breathing soft and heavy, her boobs heaving over the red blouse with each deliberate chew, her large dark eyes half-closed in innocent pleasure, the laddoo’s sweetness lingering on her lips and tongue, making them look plump, shiny, and inviting.
The old man ogled at the way my wife was eating the laddoo, his eyes fixed on her mouth—her full red lips parting wider for each bite, her tongue curling around the sweet piece, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked the ghee, her lips smacking softly, saliva mixing with the ghee to create a glossy, wet sheen, her tongue flicking out to catch a drop, licking her lips slowly and deliberately, her mouth moving erotically, chewing, swallowing, tasting, the entire act slow and sensual, her breathing soft and heavy, her boobs rising and falling over the red blouse with each swallow. He licked his lips repeatedly, his tongue sliding over his own mouth, mirroring her movements, his cock throbbing hard in his black pants, eyes dark with lust, his breathing heavier, his hands clenching slightly at his sides.
"Mmm... daddy... it is so tasty... sweet... soft... the ghee melts in my mouth... so rich... delicious," she said innocently, her voice soft and pleased, licking her lips again, her boobs heaving over the red blouse, her thick juicy thighs shifting under the red chiffon saree.
The old man leaned closer, his voice thick with desire, his cock pulsing in his black pants.
"Good... my baby... daddy is happy you like it... eat slowly... enjoy every bit... daddy loves watching you eat... your mouth... so beautiful... so sweet... like you," he said, his eyes never leaving her lips, his tongue licking his own lips again, his breathing heavy.
He stepped closer, gently holding my wife’s jaw with his thumb and fingers, tilting her face up slightly, his eyes locked on her mouth.
"Let daddy see... there... some laddoo still there," he said softly, his thumb brushing her lower lip, then sliding into her mouth, scooping out a small piece of half-chewed laddoo mixed with her saliva, the sweet ghee and her warm spit glistening on his thumb.
He brought it to his own mouth, tasting it slowly, his tongue swirling around his thumb, savoring the mix of laddoo and my wife’s saliva, his eyes half-closed in pleasure, his cock throbbing in his black pants.
My wife’s cheeks flushed, her boobs heaving over the red blouse, her large dark eyes wide with surprise.
"Daddy... it is disgusting... my saliva... the laddoo... with it," she said innocently, her voice soft and embarrassed, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the red chiffon saree.
The old man smiled, his voice warm and loving.
"No, my baby... it is not disgusting... it is sweet... like you... my daughter... nothing of yours is disgusting to daddy... it is love... care... I love tasting you... my baby... you are perfect," he said emotionally, his eyes on her boobs heaving over the red blouse.
My naive wife thought it was love and care, her boobs rising and falling over the red blouse, her large dark eyes softening with trust.
"Okay daddy... if you say so... I understand... thank you daddy... for loving me... caring for me," she whispered, her voice full of innocent affection, her thick juicy thighs relaxing under the red chiffon saree.
The old man smiled, his cock throbbing in his black pants, watching her boobs and red blouse, his heart full of lust and fatherly affection.
"Yes, my baby... daddy loves you... now... eat the laddoo slowly... daddy is happy," he said softly, his hand still on her thigh over the red chiffon saree.



The old man looked at my wife, his right arm still around her waist over her red blouse, his voice gentle and caring.
"Sudha... my baby... tomorrow for the shoot... wear a nice saree... come in yellow saree and yellow blouse... and wear yellow petticoat too... it will look stunning on camera... the yellow will glow softly under the lights... give a warm, radiant look... your skin will shine golden... the saree will flow beautifully with your movements... the blouse will hug your boobs perfectly... the petticoat will outline your hips and thighs sensually... it will be modest yet elegant... perfect for the romantic scenes... you will look like a goddess... daddy wants you to shine tomorrow... okay?" he said softly, his cock throbbing in his black pants, his hand squeezing her hip over the red chiffon saree.
My wife looked at him, her boobs heaving over the red blouse, her large dark eyes soft.
"Yes daddy... I will wear yellow saree... yellow blouse... and yellow petticoat... I will be ready... thank you daddy," she whispered, her thick juicy thighs shifting under the red chiffon saree, her voice full of trust.
As we were about to leave, the old man called my wife back, his voice soft and emotional.
"Sudha... my baby... never leave without hugging daddy... come here," he said, opening his arms.
My wife turned, her boobs heaving over the red blouse, wrapping her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly, her boobs pressing against his chest through her red blouse, her thick juicy thighs brushing his legs.
The old man hugged her back, his arms wrapping around her waist, his hands sliding down to grip her plump ass cheeks over the red chiffon saree, squeezing them gently. He began kissing her all over her face erotically—first her forehead, lingering long and slow, his lips pressing firmly, wet and warm, then her closed eyelids, soft sucking kisses on each one, his tongue flicking out briefly to taste her skin, then her cheeks, slow and deep kisses, leaving faint wet marks, then the corners of her mouth, teasingly close to her lips, his tongue darting out to lick the edge of her lower lip, tasting her saliva mixed with laddoo sweetness, then her chin, sucking lightly, his breath hot and ragged against her skin, his cock throbbing hard in his black pants, pressing against her thighs through the saree, his face flushed red, eyes half-closed in lust, turned on completely, his breathing heavy and desperate.
My wife stood there hugging him, thinking it was daddy’s love, her boobs heaving over the red blouse, her large dark eyes closed in innocent trust, her thick juicy thighs trembling slightly under the red chiffon saree.
After the kissing, he held her face gently with both hands, kissing her forehead one last time, long and tender.
"My baby... daddy loves you... so much... you are my angel... go now... rest... tomorrow we make magic," he said emotionally, his voice thick, his cock pulsing in his black pants.
My wife’s eyes filled with tears, her boobs heaving over the red blouse, her voice choked with love.
"I love you too daddy... thank you... I will rest... see you tomorrow," she whispered, her thick juicy thighs trembling, her heart full of trust.
The old man sent us home, his eyes lingering on her boobs and red chiffon saree as she walked away, her ass cheeks jiggling under the saree, her thick juicy thighs moving gracefully.
We reached home, my cock throbbing painfully inside my white dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of the old man kissing my wife all over her face, squeezing her ass cheeks, her calling him daddy, trusting him completely, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as we entered the house, heart pounding in the night.

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That evening Giridhar Sir called my wife. She answered, her boobs rising and falling over her pink nighty, her large dark eyes focused.

"Sudha... take rest tonight... do not come to college today... come fresh for the shoot tomorrow... sleep well... your body needs it... you must be fresh and glowing for tomorrow... okay?" Giridhar Sir said, his voice gentle but firm.
My wife nodded, her boobs heaving over the pink nighty.
"Yes sir... I will rest... thank you sir... I will be fresh tomorrow," she said softly, hanging up.
Then Arjun called my wife. She answered again, her boobs rising and falling over the pink nighty.
"Sudha akka... tomorrow morning... come to Cameraman Sir’s house... be ready... we start... okay?" Arjun said, his voice excited.
My wife agreed, her voice soft.
"Yes Arjun... I will come... thank you," she said, hanging up.
I even called my office and told them I wouldn’t be coming tomorrow, my cock throbbing inside my white dhoti as I spoke.
That night I did not fuck my wife. I let her sleep peacefully, her boobs resting against the pillow through her pink nighty, her thick juicy thighs slightly parted, her breathing soft and even, her large dark eyes closed, her body relaxed and fresh for tomorrow, my cock throbbing painfully as I watched her sleep, knowing what awaited her, my balls aching with need, heart pounding in the dark bedroom.


Next day morning my wife woke up early, her boobs rising and falling over her pink nighty, her wide hips shifting as she moved quickly around the house. She prepared breakfast for my sons, packed their lunch, sent them off to college, then came back to our bedroom where I was still sleeping.
She picked up a white bra and maroon panties, placing them neatly on the bed. Then she picked up a yellow saree, yellow blouse, and yellow petticoat, placing them beside the underwear, smoothing the saree folds carefully.
She took a towel, placing it over her shoulder, then gently shook me awake.
"Rajesh... breakfast is ready... I have kept it on the dining table... no time to waste... the Cameraman is already waiting... get up... I am going to take bath," she said softly but urgently, her boobs heaving over the pink nighty, her thick juicy thighs shifting as she turned and entered the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
I woke up, my cock throbbing softly inside my white dhoti, leaking a little precum as I thought of the day ahead. I went to the dining table, ate the breakfast she had prepared, my mind racing with jealousy and filthy excitement.
My wife was still inside the bathroom, the sound of water running, her boobs probably rising and falling under the shower, her thick juicy thighs wet and glistening, her large dark eyes closed as she washed herself, preparing to wear the yellow saree, yellow blouse, and yellow petticoat for the shoot, completely unaware of what awaited her.



I finished my breakfast at the dining table, my cock throbbing softly inside my white lungi, leaking a little precum as I thought of my wife in the bathroom, preparing to wear the yellow saree, yellow blouse, and yellow petticoat for the shoot. I walked back to the bedroom, my heart pounding with anticipation.
My wife came out of the bathroom wrapped in a white towel, the towel knotted tightly above her boobs, the fabric hugging her curves erotically. The white towel clung to her wet body, outlining her full boobs perfectly, the upper swell of her boobs pushing against the towel edge, the towel ending just above her thighs, revealing her thick juicy thighs glistening with water droplets, her wide hips flaring out seductively, her plump ass cheeks round and firm under the towel, the towel barely covering her pussy and ass crack, a few drops of water trickling down her navel and disappearing between her thighs, her wet hair falling over her shoulders, sticking to her boobs and towel, her skin glowing with fresh moisture, her large dark eyes sparkling, her full red lips parted slightly, looking incredibly hot and sexy, her body radiating raw sensuality.
She caught me staring, her cheeks flushing deep red, her boobs heaving under the white towel, her large dark eyes shy and embarrassed.
"Rajesh... why are you looking at me like that?" she asked softly, her voice trembling, her thick juicy thighs shifting under the towel, her plump ass cheeks clenching slightly.
I stepped closer, my cock throbbing painfully inside my white lungi, leaking more precum, my voice low and husky.
"I don’t know... you are looking like an angel today... so beautiful... so hot... I am horny... seeing you like this... wrapped in that towel... your boobs pushing against it... your thighs shining... I can’t help it... you are driving me crazy," I said emotionally, my eyes roaming over her boobs and thighs, my cock pulsing hard.
My wife blushed deeper, her boobs rising and falling rapidly under the white towel, her large dark eyes looking away shyly, a small smile on her lips.
"Rajesh... stop... I am getting ready for the shoot... don’t make me more nervous... but... thank you... I feel... nice... when you say that," she whispered, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the towel, her plump ass cheeks shifting as she turned to the bed where the yellow saree, yellow blouse, yellow petticoat, white bra, and maroon panties were laid out.
I stood there, my cock throbbing violently inside my white lungi, leaking precum, the sight of my wife blushing, wrapped in the white towel, her boobs heaving, her thighs glistening, drove me wild with lust and jealousy, my balls aching as I watched her prepare for the old man, for the camera, heart pounding in the bedroom.



I stepped closer to my wife, my cock throbbing painfully inside my white lungi, leaking precum. I gently held the white towel on either side with my fingers, brushing the edges near her boobs, and slowly opened the towel wide, holding it spread apart, exposing her boobs completely while keeping the towel open and not closing it.
Her boobs were beautiful and erotic—full, round, and perfectly shaped, heavy yet firm, swaying gently with her quick breaths, the boobs skin smooth and glowing from the bath, a few water droplets still clinging to the curves, trickling slowly down the deep valley between her boobs toward her navel, the nipples hard and pink, standing erect like ripe cherries begging to be sucked, the areolas wide and dark pink, slightly puckered with arousal, the boobs heaving with each shy breath, the sight making my cock pulse harder, my balls aching with intense need.
My wife blushed deeply, her cheeks turning bright red, her large dark eyes widening in shyness. She quickly covered her face with both hands, her boobs pushing up slightly from the movement, her nipples pointing forward, her thick juicy thighs pressing together under the remaining towel.
"Rajesh... stop... don’t look... I am shy... we are getting late," she whispered, her voice trembling with embarrassment and a hint of arousal, her boobs rising and falling rapidly.
I smiled, my cock throbbing violently inside my white lungi, leaking more precum, my voice low and husky.
"Sudha... you look so beautiful... your boobs... they are perfect... full... round... your nipples so hard... so pink... you are an angel today... I can’t stop looking... I am so horny... you are driving me crazy," I said emotionally, my eyes fixed on her boobs, my hands still holding the white towel open, the towel edges framing her exposed boobs and the trail of water droplets heading down toward her navel.
My wife peeked through her fingers, her cheeks still flushed, her boobs heaving on her chest, her large dark eyes shy but sparkling.
"Rajesh... please... we are getting late... the shoot... I have to get ready... don’t tease me more... I am already nervous," she said softly, her voice trembling, her thick juicy thighs shifting, her plump ass cheeks clenching again under the towel.
I held the white towel open a little longer, my cock throbbing painfully inside my white lungi, leaking precum, the sight of my wife blushing, her boobs exposed and heaving, the water droplets slowly trailing down toward her navel, drove me wild with lust and jealousy, my balls aching as I watched her, heart pounding in the bedroom.


I stepped closer to my wife, my cock throbbing painfully inside my white lungi, leaking precum. I gently held the white towel on either side with my fingers, brushing the edges near her boobs, and slowly opened the towel wide, holding it spread apart, exposing her boobs completely while keeping the towel open and not closing it.
Her boobs were beautiful and erotic—full, round, and perfectly shaped, heavy yet firm, swaying gently with her quick breaths, the boobs skin smooth and glowing from the bath, a few water droplets still clinging to the curves, trickling slowly down the deep valley between her boobs toward her navel, the nipples hard and pink, standing erect like ripe cherries begging to be sucked, the areolas wide and dark pink, slightly puckered with arousal, the boobs heaving with each shy breath, the sight making my cock pulse harder, my balls aching with intense need.
My wife blushed deeply, her cheeks turning bright red, her large dark eyes widening in shyness. She quickly covered her face with both hands, her boobs pushing up slightly from the movement, her nipples pointing forward, her thick juicy thighs pressing together under the remaining towel.
"Rajesh... stop... don’t look... I am shy... we are getting late," she whispered, her voice trembling with embarrassment and a hint of arousal, her boobs rising and falling rapidly.
I smiled, my cock throbbing violently inside my white lungi, leaking more precum, my voice low and husky.
"Sudha... you look so beautiful... your boobs... they are perfect... full... round... your nipples so hard... so pink... you are an angel today... I can’t stop looking... I am so horny... you are driving me crazy," I said emotionally, my eyes fixed on her boobs, my hands still holding the white towel open, the towel edges framing her exposed boobs and the trail of water droplets heading down toward her navel.
My wife peeked through her fingers, her cheeks still flushed, her boobs heaving on her chest, her large dark eyes shy but sparkling.
"Rajesh... please... we are getting late... the shoot... I have to get ready... don’t tease me more... I am already nervous," she said softly, her voice trembling, her thick juicy thighs shifting, her plump ass cheeks clenching again under the towel.
I held the white towel open a little longer, my cock throbbing painfully inside my white lungi, leaking precum, the sight of my wife blushing, her boobs exposed and heaving, the water droplets slowly trailing down toward her navel, drove me wild with lust and jealousy, my balls aching as I watched her, heart pounding in the bedroom.


I held the white towel open wider, my fingers gripping the edges firmly, keeping the towel spread apart as my eyes moved down from her boobs to her waist, belly, and navel. Her waist was narrow and perfectly curved, flaring out seductively into wide hips, the hips soft yet firm, inviting to be grabbed. Her belly was flat and smooth, with a gentle, feminine softness, the skin glowing from the bath, a few stray water droplets clinging to the gentle slope below her boobs, slowly trailing downward. Her navel was deep and oval-shaped, a perfect little hollow in the center of her belly, the inner walls of the navel slightly shadowed, glistening with a tiny bead of water pooled inside, the navel ringed by a soft, subtle fold of skin, the entire belly and navel area erotic and mesmerizing, drawing my eyes irresistibly, making my cock throb harder inside my white lungi, leaking more precum as I stared.
My wife blushed even deeper, her cheeks burning red, her large dark eyes still covered by her hands, her boobs heaving rapidly, her thick juicy thighs pressing together under the remaining towel, her plump ass cheeks clenching nervously.
"Rajesh... please... stop staring... I am so shy... we are getting late... the shoot... I need to dress," she whispered, her voice trembling with intense embarrassment, her belly quivering slightly with each breath, the water droplet in her navel shimmering.
I smiled, my cock throbbing violently inside my white lungi, my voice low and husky.
"Sudha... your waist... your belly... your navel... they are so beautiful... so perfect... your navel is deep... so inviting... I can’t look away... you are an angel... I am so horny... you are making me crazy," I said emotionally, my eyes fixed on her navel and belly, my hands still holding the white towel open.
My wife peeked through her fingers, her cheeks flushed scarlet, her boobs heaving on her chest, her large dark eyes shy but sparkling.
"Rajesh... please... enough... we are getting late... the Cameraman is waiting... I have to get ready... don’t tease me more... I am already nervous," she said softly, her voice trembling, her thick juicy thighs shifting, her plump ass cheeks clenching again under the towel, her belly quivering with each quick breath.


I kept the white towel held open wide, my fingers gripping the edges tightly, keeping her body fully exposed as my eyes moved lower from her boobs to her hips and thighs. Her hips were wide and perfectly flared, curving out sensually from her narrow waist, the hips soft yet firm, the skin smooth and glowing from the bath, the gentle inward dip at the sides leading to the full, round swell of her hips, inviting to be grabbed and squeezed. Her thighs were thick and juicy, powerful yet feminine, the outer thighs smooth and rounded, the inner thighs soft and plush, pressing together slightly in shyness, a few water droplets still clinging to the curves, slowly trailing down the inner thighs toward her pussy, the thighs glistening with moisture, the muscles flexing subtly as she shifted her weight, the entire hips and thighs area erotic and mesmerizing, drawing my eyes irresistibly, making my cock throb harder inside my white lungi, leaking more precum as I stared.
My wife blushed even deeper, her cheeks burning scarlet, her large dark eyes still covered by her hands, her boobs heaving rapidly, her thick juicy thighs pressing tighter together, her plump ass cheeks clenching nervously.
"Rajesh... please... stop staring... I am so shy... we are getting late... the shoot... I need to dress," she whispered, her voice trembling with intense embarrassment, her hips quivering slightly with each breath, the water droplets on her thighs shimmering.
I smiled, my cock throbbing violently inside my white lungi, my voice low and husky.
"Sudha... your hips... your thighs... they are so beautiful... so thick... so juicy... your hips curve so perfectly... your thighs are full and soft... I can’t look away... you are an angel... I am so horny... you are making me crazy," I said emotionally, my eyes fixed on her hips and thighs, my hands still holding the white towel open.
My wife peeked through her fingers, her cheeks flushed scarlet, her boobs heaving on her chest, her large dark eyes shy but sparkling.
"Rajesh... please... enough... we are getting late... the Cameraman is waiting... don’t tease me more... I am already nervous," she said softly, her voice trembling, her thick juicy thighs shifting, her plump ass cheeks clenching again under the towel, her hips quivering with each quick breath.
I kept the white towel held open wide, my fingers gripping the edges tightly, keeping her body fully exposed as my eyes moved lower from her boobs, hips, thighs to her knees, calves, and feet. Her knees were smooth and rounded, the kneecaps prominent yet soft, the skin glowing from the bath, a few water droplets still clinging to the curves, slowly trailing down the front of her knees toward her calves. Her calves were thick and shapely, muscular yet feminine, the outer curves firm and defined, the inner calves soft and plush, the calves glistening with moisture, the muscles flexing subtly as she shifted her weight nervously, the calves tapering elegantly down to her ankles. Her feet were delicate and beautiful, the arches high and graceful, the toes long and neatly aligned, the big toes slightly upturned, the soles soft and pinkish, a few stray water droplets dripping from her heels, the feet small and perfect, the toenails unpainted but naturally shiny, the entire knees, calves, and feet area erotic and mesmerizing, drawing my eyes irresistibly, making my cock throb harder inside my white lungi, leaking more precum as I stared.
My wife blushed even deeper, her cheeks burning scarlet, her large dark eyes still covered by her hands, her boobs heaving rapidly, her thick juicy thighs pressing tighter together, her plump ass cheeks clenching nervously, her knees trembling slightly, her calves flexing with tension.
"Rajesh... please... stop staring... I am so shy... we are getting late... the shoot... I need to dress," she whispered, her voice trembling with intense embarrassment, her knees quivering slightly with each breath, the water droplets on her calves shimmering.
I smiled, my cock throbbing violently inside my white lungi, my voice low and husky.
"Sudha... your knees... your calves... your feet... they are so beautiful... so shapely... so soft... your calves are thick and perfect... your feet are delicate... so erotic... I can’t look away... you are an angel... I am so horny... you are making me crazy," I said emotionally, my eyes fixed on her knees, calves, and feet, my hands still holding the white towel open.
My wife peeked through her fingers, her cheeks flushed scarlet, her boobs heaving on her chest, her large dark eyes shy but sparkling.
"Rajesh... please... enough... we are getting late... the Cameraman is waiting... don’t tease me more... I am already nervous," she said softly, her voice trembling, her thick juicy thighs shifting, her plump ass cheeks clenching again under the open towel, her knees and calves quivering with each quick breath.
I kept the white towel held open wide, my fingers gripping the edges tightly, keeping her body fully exposed as my eyes moved lower from her boobs, hips, thighs, ass cheeks, knees, and calves to her ankles and toes. Her ankles were slim and elegant, the ankle bones subtly prominent yet soft, the skin smooth and glowing from the bath, a few water droplets still clinging to the delicate curves, slowly trailing down to her heels. Her feet were delicate and beautiful, the arches high and graceful, the soles soft and pinkish, the heels rounded and smooth, the toes long and neatly aligned, the big toes slightly upturned, the smaller toes perfectly proportioned, tapering gracefully, the toenails unpainted but naturally shiny and well-shaped, the spaces between the toes clean and inviting, a few stray droplets hanging from the tips of her toes, glistening in the light, the entire ankles and toes area erotic and mesmerizing, drawing my eyes irresistibly, making my cock throb harder inside my white lungi, leaking more precum as I stared.
My wife blushed even deeper, her cheeks burning scarlet, her large dark eyes still covered by her hands, her boobs heaving rapidly, her thick juicy thighs pressing tighter together, her plump ass cheeks clenching nervously, her ankles trembling slightly, her toes curling in shyness.
"Rajesh... please... stop staring... I am so shy... we are getting late... the shoot... I need to dress," she whispered, her voice trembling with intense embarrassment, her ankles quivering slightly with each breath, the water droplets on her toes shimmering.
I smiled, my cock throbbing violently inside my white lungi, my voice low and husky.
"Sudha... your ankles... your toes... they are so beautiful... so delicate... so perfect... your ankles are slim and elegant... your toes are long and sexy... the way they curl... the way they shine... I can’t look away... you are an angel... I am so horny... you are making me crazy," I said emotionally, my eyes fixed on her ankles and toes, my hands still holding the white towel open.
My wife peeked through her fingers, her cheeks flushed scarlet, her boobs heaving on her chest, her large dark eyes shy but sparkling.
"Rajesh... please... enough... we are getting late... the Cameraman is waiting... don’t tease me more... I am already nervous," she said softly, her voice trembling, her thick juicy thighs shifting, her plump ass cheeks clenching again under the open towel, her ankles and toes quivering with each quick breath.

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I kept the white towel held open wide, my fingers gripping the edges tightly, keeping her body fully exposed. I gently released the white towel from my hands, letting it fall to the floor, throwing it aside, leaving her completely naked.

I gently turned her around, my hands on her hips guiding her slowly, making her face away from me, her back now toward me, her plump ass cheeks fully revealed.
Her ass cheeks were plump and perfectly round, full and firm, the ass cheeks skin smooth and glowing from the bath, a few water droplets still clinging to the curves, slowly trailing down the deep cleft between her ass cheeks toward her asshole. The ass cheeks jiggled slightly with the turn, the outer curves soft yet taut, the inner cleft tight and inviting, the ass cheeks forming a heart-shaped perfection from behind, the lower part of her ass cheeks curving seductively into her thick juicy thighs, the entire ass cheeks area erotic and mesmerizing, drawing my eyes irresistibly, making my cock throb harder inside my white lungi, leaking more precum as I stared.
My wife gasped softly, her boobs heaving (though hidden from my view now), her large dark eyes wide with shyness even though she faced away, her thick juicy thighs pressing tighter together, her plump ass cheeks clenching nervously.
"Rajesh... please... don’t... I am naked... so shy... we are getting late... the shoot... I need to dress," she whispered, her voice trembling with intense embarrassment, her ass cheeks quivering slightly with each breath, the water droplets on her ass cheeks shimmering.
I smiled, my cock throbbing violently inside my white lungi, my voice low and husky.
"Sudha... your ass cheeks... they are so beautiful... so plump... so round... so full... the way they jiggle... the way they clench... the curve... the smoothness... I can’t look away... you are an angel... I am so horny... you are making me crazy," I said emotionally, my eyes fixed on her ass cheeks, my hands itching to grab them.
My wife peeked over her shoulder through her fingers, her cheeks flushed scarlet, her boobs (still hidden from my view) heaving on her chest, her large dark eyes shy but sparkling.
"Rajesh... please... enough... we are getting late... the Cameraman is waiting... don’t tease me more... I am already nervous," she said softly, her voice trembling, her thick juicy thighs shifting, her plump ass cheeks clenching again, her ass cheeks quivering with each quick breath.
I stood there, my cock throbbing painfully inside my white lungi, leaking precum, the sight of my wife naked, her ass cheeks exposed and heaving, blushing and trembling, drove me wild with lust and jealousy, my balls aching as I watched her, heart pounding in the bedroom.
Then I gently bent her over at the waist, my hands on her hips pressing lightly, making her lean forward, her plump ass cheeks thrusting out toward me, the ass cheeks spreading slightly from the position, revealing her asshole completely.
Her asshole was tight and perfect, pinkish-brown, perfectly puckered like a tiny rosebud, the ring smooth and clean, a delicate beauty mark just beside it, the inner rim slightly darker and inviting, the asshole clenching nervously with each breath, a few stray water droplets still clinging to the surrounding ass cheeks, slowly trailing down the deep cleft toward the asshole, the entire asshole area erotic and mesmerizing, drawing my eyes irresistibly, making my cock throb harder inside my white lungi, leaking more precum as I stared.
My wife gasped softly, her boobs hanging forward and swaying slightly, her large dark eyes wide with shyness even though she faced away, her thick juicy thighs pressing tighter together, her plump ass cheeks clenching nervously around her asshole.
"Rajesh... please... don’t... I am bent over... so exposed... so shy... we are getting late... the shoot... I need to dress," she whispered, her voice trembling with intense embarrassment, her asshole quivering slightly with each breath, the water droplets on her ass cheeks shimmering.
I smiled, my cock throbbing violently inside my white lungi, my voice low and husky.
"Sudha... your asshole... it is so beautiful... so tight... so pink... so perfect... the way it puckers... the way it clenches... the little beauty mark... I can’t look away... you are an angel... I am so horny... you are making me crazy," I said emotionally, my eyes fixed on her asshole, my hands still on her hips, holding her bent over.
My wife peeked over her shoulder through her fingers, her cheeks flushed scarlet, her boobs swaying forward, her large dark eyes shy but sparkling.
"Rajesh... please... enough... we are getting late... the Cameraman is waiting... don’t tease me more... I am already nervous," she said softly, her voice trembling, her thick juicy thighs shifting, her plump ass cheeks clenching again around her asshole, her asshole quivering with each quick breath.
I stood there, my cock throbbing painfully inside my white lungi, leaking precum, the sight of my wife bent over naked, her ass cheeks spread, her asshole exposed and quivering, blushing and trembling, drove me wild with lust and jealousy, my balls aching as I watched her, heart pounding in the bedroom.


I kept her bent over at the waist, my hands on her hips pressing lightly, holding her in position, her naked body fully exposed, the white towel already thrown aside on the floor. Her plump ass cheeks thrust out toward me, spreading slightly from the bend, revealing her pussy completely below her asshole.
Her pussy was plump and perfect, the outer pussy lips full and soft, slightly parted in arousal, the inner pussy lips peeking out delicately, pink and glistening with a mix of bath water and her natural wetness, the pussy mound smooth and rounded, the clit small and swollen under its hood, peeking shyly at the top, the slit between her pussy lips tight and wet, a faint trail of moisture trailing down toward her thighs, the outer pussy lips puffy and inviting, the pussy lips quivering slightly with her nervous breaths, the entire pussy area erotic and mesmerizing, drawing my eyes irresistibly, making my cock throb harder inside my white lungi, leaking more precum as I stared.
My wife gasped softly, her boobs hanging forward and swaying slightly, her large dark eyes wide with shyness even though she faced away, her thick juicy thighs pressing tighter together in a futile attempt to hide her pussy, her plump ass cheeks clenching nervously around her asshole.
"Rajesh... oh god... I am bent over... so exposed... my pussy... please... don’t stare... I am so shy... we are getting late... the shoot... I need to dress," she whispered, her voice trembling with intense embarrassment, her pussy lips quivering slightly with each breath, the wetness on her pussy shimmering.
I smiled, my cock throbbing violently inside my white lungi, my voice low and husky.
"Sudha... your pussy... it is so beautiful... so plump... so soft... your outer pussy lips so full... your inner pussy lips peeking out... so pink... so wet... your clit swollen and shy... I can’t look away... you are an angel... I am so horny... you are making me crazy," I said emotionally, my eyes fixed on her pussy, my hands still on her hips, holding her bent over.
My wife peeked over her shoulder through her fingers, her cheeks flushed scarlet, her boobs swaying forward, her large dark eyes shy but sparkling.
"Rajesh... please... enough... we are getting late... the Cameraman is waiting... don’t tease me more... I am already nervous... my pussy... it’s too much... I can’t take it," she said softly, her voice trembling, her thick juicy thighs shifting, her plump ass cheeks clenching again around her asshole, her pussy lips quivering with each quick breath.
I stood there, my cock throbbing painfully inside my white lungi, leaking precum, the sight of my wife bent over naked, her ass cheeks spread, her pussy exposed and quivering, blushing and trembling, drove me wild with lust and jealousy, my balls aching as I watched her, heart pounding in the bedroom.


I knelt behind my wife, my knees on the bedroom floor, my hands gripping her hips firmly, keeping her bent over, her naked body exposed and trembling. I leaned in close, my face inches from her ass cheeks, my breath hot against her skin. I kissed her pussy lips first, my lips pressing softly against the plump outer pussy lips, tasting her sweetness—warm, slightly salty, musky, her natural wetness coating my tongue, the flavor addictive and intoxicating, my tongue darting out to lick along the slit, parting her inner pussy lips gently, tasting deeper, her pussy quivering under my mouth, her clit swelling slightly as I flicked it with my tongue tip, savoring every drop.
Then I moved up, kissing her asshole, my lips pressing against the tight, pinkish-brown pucker, the asshole clenching nervously under my mouth, tasting warm, musky, earthy, slightly salty from the bath, the ring smooth and clean, the flavor mouth-watering and forbidden, my tongue circling the rim slowly, probing the center gently, her asshole quivering with each lick, her thick juicy thighs trembling, her plump ass cheeks clenching around my face, her boobs hanging forward and swaying, her large dark eyes closed in shyness and arousal.
My wife tensed, her voice breathless and hurried.
"Rajesh... not now... we don’t have time... the Cameraman is waiting... please... stop... we are getting late... I have to get ready," she whispered urgently, her pussy lips glistening with my saliva and her wetness, her asshole puckering under my tongue, her thick juicy thighs shifting nervously.
That’s when the Cameraman started calling my wife. Her phone rang on the bed, the old man’s name flashing. She reached for it with a shaky hand, her boobs swaying forward, her ass cheeks still spread, my mouth still on her asshole.
She answered, her voice breathless and trembling, trying to sound normal.
"Hello... daddy... yes... I... I am getting ready... I will be there in 30 minutes... yes... I am coming... don’t worry... I am fresh... see you soon... bye daddy," she said softly, her words rushed, her breathing uneven, her pussy and asshole still quivering from my kisses, her cheeks flushed scarlet, her large dark eyes dazed and wide with tension.
She hung up, her hand shaking, the phone slipping slightly in her grip, her boobs heaving rapidly, her thick juicy thighs trembling under my hands.
"Rajesh... daddy called... he is waiting... we have to go... please... no more... I am already so nervous... my heart is racing," she whispered, her voice cracking with urgency and lingering arousal, her pussy lips and asshole still wet from my mouth, her body tense and quivering.
I pulled back slowly, my cock throbbing violently inside my white lungi, leaking precum, my lips wet with her taste, the sight of my wife naked, bent over, answering the old man’s call while I kissed her pussy lips and asshole, her voice shaky as she promised to be there soon, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I watched her straighten up, heart pounding in the bedroom.


I stood behind my wife, my cock throbbing painfully inside my white lungi, leaking precum, her naked body still bent over slightly, her plump ass cheeks thrust out, her pussy and asshole glistening from my earlier kisses. She straightened slowly, her boobs swaying forward, her large dark eyes dazed and shy, her cheeks still flushed scarlet.
She reached for the maroon panties on the bed, her boobs heaving as she bent slightly to pick them up, holding the maroon panties delicately between her fingers, the crotch panel dangling, the waistband stretched slightly in her grip. She lifted her right leg slowly, pointing her toes, inserting her right foot into the right leg hole of the maroon panties, her toes sliding through the leg hole one by one, the maroon panties gliding up her right ankle, then over her right calf, the maroon panties hugging her right thigh snugly as she pulled it higher with her right hand. She then lifted her left leg, inserting her left foot into the left leg hole of the maroon panties, her left toes curling slightly as they passed through the leg hole, pulling the maroon panties up her left ankle, over her left calf, the maroon panties smoothing against her left thigh. She pulled the maroon panties up her wide hips slowly, the waistband expanding to hug her hips, the crotch settling sensually over her pussy lips, the maroon panties pulling taut against her clit and pussy lips, molding to every fold of her pussy lips, then sliding up over her plump ass cheeks, the maroon panties gliding slowly between her ass cheeks, hugging her asshole tightly, the maroon panties edges digging sensually into her ass cheeks for a perfect fit, the maroon panties hugging her plump ass cheeks, outlining every lush curve of her ass cheeks, the rich maroon color contrasting beautifully against her glowing ass cheeks and thighs, the maroon panties riding up just enough to tease the cleft of her ass cheeks, making her asshole feel the soft, intimate pressure.
My wife blushed deeper as she felt the maroon panties settle into place, her boobs rising and falling rapidly, her large dark eyes glancing at me shyly.
"Rajesh... stop staring... I am already so nervous... the shoot... daddy is waiting... we have to hurry," she whispered, her voice trembling, her thick juicy thighs shifting as she pulled the maroon panties waistband up one last time, her plump ass cheeks jiggling slightly under the maroon panties.
I smiled, my cock throbbing violently inside my white lungi, leaking more precum, my voice low and husky.
"Sudha... you look so sexy... those maroon panties hugging your pussy... your ass cheeks... the way they hug... I can’t stop looking... you are an angel... I am so horny... you are driving me crazy," I said emotionally, my eyes fixed on her maroon panties and ass cheeks, my hands itching to grab her.
My wife covered her face briefly with one hand, her boobs heaving on her chest, her large dark eyes peeking at me through her fingers, her cheeks flushed scarlet.
"Rajesh... please... enough... we are getting late... the Cameraman is waiting... don’t tease me more... I am already so shy... help me with the saree instead," she said softly, her voice trembling, her thick juicy thighs shifting, her plump ass cheeks clenching under the maroon panties, her pussy mound outlined softly through the maroon panties.


I stood behind my wife, my cock throbbing painfully inside my white lungi, leaking precum, her naked body still exposed, her plump ass cheeks thrust out slightly, her pussy and asshole glistening from my earlier kisses. She straightened fully, her boobs swaying forward, her large dark eyes dazed and shy, her cheeks still flushed scarlet.
She reached for the white bra on the bed, her boobs heaving as she picked it up, holding the white bra delicately between her fingers, the cups dangling, the straps loose in her grip. She lifted her arms slowly, sliding her right arm through the right strap of the white bra, the strap gliding over her right shoulder, the cup settling softly under her right boob. She then slid her left arm through the left strap of the white bra, the strap gliding over her left shoulder, the left cup settling under her left boob. She pulled the white bra cups up slowly, the white bra hugging her boobs snugly, the everyday Indian cotton cups molding to the full curves of her boobs, lifting them gently, her boobs pushed up and together, creating deep cleavage. She reached behind her back with both hands, hooking the white bra hooks together, the hooks clasping firmly, the white bra straps tightening over her shoulders, the white bra now hugging her boobs tightly, the rich white color contrasting beautifully against her glowing boobs, the white bra outlining every lush curve of her boobs.
My wife blushed deeper as she felt the white bra settle into place, her boobs rising and falling rapidly inside the white bra, her large dark eyes glancing at me shyly.
"Rajesh... stop staring... I am already so nervous... the shoot... daddy is waiting... we have to hurry," she whispered, her voice trembling, her thick juicy thighs shifting as she adjusted the white bra straps on her shoulders one last time, her boobs jiggling slightly inside the white bra.
I smiled, my cock throbbing violently inside my white lungi, leaking more precum, my voice low and husky.
"Sudha... you look so sexy... that white bra hugging your boobs... the way they push up... I can’t stop looking... you are an angel... I am so horny... you are driving me crazy," I said emotionally, my eyes fixed on her white bra and boobs, my hands itching to grab her.
My wife covered her face briefly with one hand, her boobs heaving inside the white bra, her large dark eyes peeking at me through her fingers, her cheeks flushed scarlet.
"Rajesh... please... enough... we are getting late... the Cameraman is waiting... don’t tease me more... I am already so shy... help me with the saree instead," she said softly, her voice trembling, her thick juicy thighs shifting, her plump ass cheeks clenching under the maroon panties, her boobs outlined softly through the white bra.
She reached for the yellow petticoat on the bed, her boobs heaving as she picked it up, holding the yellow petticoat by the waistband, the drawstring dangling. She stepped into the yellow petticoat, lifting her right leg slowly, inserting her right foot through the yellow petticoat opening, her toes sliding in first, then her right heel, the yellow petticoat gliding up her right ankle, then over her right calf, the yellow petticoat hugging her right thigh snugly as she pulled it higher. She then lifted her left leg, inserting her left foot through the yellow petticoat opening, her left toes curling slightly as they passed through, pulling the yellow petticoat up her left ankle, over her left calf, the yellow petticoat smoothing against her left thigh. She pulled the yellow petticoat up her wide hips slowly, the waistband expanding to hug her hips, the yellow petticoat settling sensually around her ass cheeks and thighs, the drawstring at the waist tightening as she pulled it, tying it in a neat bow on the right side, the yellow petticoat hugging her plump ass cheeks tightly, the yellow petticoat outlining every lush curve of her ass cheeks, the rich yellow color contrasting beautifully against her glowing ass cheeks and thighs, the yellow petticoat riding up just enough to tease the lower part of her ass cheeks, making her asshole feel the soft, intimate pressure through the maroon panties beneath.
My wife blushed deeper as she felt the yellow petticoat settle into place, her boobs rising and falling rapidly, her large dark eyes glancing at me shyly.
She adjusted the yellow petticoat drawstring on the right side one last time, her plump ass cheeks jiggling slightly under the yellow petticoat, her thick juicy thighs shifting, the yellow petticoat rustling softly with each movement, hugging her ass cheeks and thighs more tightly, the yellow petticoat teasing the curves of her ass cheeks with every subtle shift of her hips.
She reached for the yellow blouse on the bed, her boobs heaving as she picked it up, holding the yellow blouse by the shoulders, the front hooks dangling loose. She slid her right arm through the right sleeve of the yellow blouse, the sleeve gliding smoothly over her right shoulder, the yellow blouse settling over her white bra and right boob. She then slid her left arm through the left sleeve of the yellow blouse, the sleeve gliding over her left shoulder, the yellow blouse settling over her white bra and left boob. She pulled the yellow blouse up slowly, the yellow blouse hugging her boobs snugly over the white bra, the yellow blouse molding to the full curves of her boobs and white bra, lifting them gently, her boobs pushed up and together, creating deep cleavage. She reached in front with both hands, hooking the yellow blouse hooks together one by one, starting from the bottom hook, the hooks clasping firmly, the yellow blouse straps tightening over her shoulders, the yellow blouse now hugging her boobs tightly over the white bra, the rich yellow color contrasting beautifully against her glowing boobs and white bra, the yellow blouse outlining every lush curve of her boobs over the white bra.
My wife blushed deeper as she felt the yellow blouse settle into place, her boobs rising and falling rapidly inside the yellow blouse over the white bra, her large dark eyes glancing at me shyly.
She adjusted the yellow blouse straps on her shoulders one last time, her boobs jiggling slightly inside the yellow blouse over the white bra, her thick juicy thighs shifting as she stood, the yellow petticoat rustling softly with her movement, hugging her ass cheeks and thighs more tightly.

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She reached for the yellow saree on the bed, her boobs heaving as she picked it up, holding the yellow saree by the pallu end, the long length cascading down in soft folds. She dbangd the yellow saree pallu over her left shoulder first, the yellow saree falling sensually over her boobs and white bra, the sheer chiffon teasing the curves of her boobs, the pallu sliding slowly down her back, brushing her ass cheeks lightly with every breath. She tucked the yellow saree lower edge into her yellow petticoat waistband at her right hip, her fingers sliding the yellow saree under the drawstring bow, pulling it taut against her hips, the yellow saree hugging her wide hips and plump ass cheeks snugly, the pleats forming slowly as she gathered the yellow saree in neat folds with both hands, each fold pressed flat against her navel and lower belly, the yellow saree pleats fanning out perfectly over her yellow petticoat, the rich yellow color shimmering against her glowing ass cheeks and thighs, the yellow saree dbanging erotically over her ass cheeks, teasing the lower swell with every subtle movement of her hips.

She wrapped the remaining yellow saree length around her waist once more, the yellow saree gliding smoothly over her ass cheeks and hips, hugging her pussy mound through the maroon panties and yellow petticoat, the yellow saree clinging sensually to her curves, then brought the yellow saree pallu back over her right shoulder, letting it fall loosely over her boobs and white bra, the pallu dbanging softly, the sheer chiffon teasing the outline of her boobs, her nipples faintly pressing against the yellow blouse beneath, the yellow saree pallu cascading down her back, brushing her ass cheeks lightly, the entire yellow saree hugging her body like a lover, every fold and dbang accentuating her boobs, hips, ass cheeks, and thighs, the rich yellow color glowing against her skin, making her look irresistibly sexy and divine.
My wife blushed deeper as she felt the yellow saree settle into place, her boobs rising and falling rapidly inside the yellow blouse over the white bra, her large dark eyes glancing at me shyly.
She adjusted the yellow saree pallu over her boobs one last time, her boobs jiggling slightly under the yellow saree and yellow blouse, her thick juicy thighs shifting as she stood, the yellow saree rustling softly with her movement, hugging her ass cheeks and thighs more tightly, the yellow saree teasing the curves of her ass cheeks with every subtle shift of her hips.
I stood there, my cock throbbing painfully inside my white lungi, leaking precum, watching her dbang the yellow saree over her body so sensually, every fold hugging her boobs, hips, ass cheeks, and thighs, making her look like a goddess ready for the camera. A sudden, violent wave of possessive rage exploded inside me — my wife, naked moments ago under my hands, my mouth, my eyes, now wrapped in this yellow saree for Giridhar Sir, for Arjun, Vikram, Suresh, Karthik... for all of them. My mind roared: she’s mine. Her boobs, her ass cheeks, her pussy, her every curve — mine to touch, mine to taste, mine to fuck, mine to own. Why the fuck am I letting her go there? Let Giridhar Sir see her like this, let him call her “Sudha”, let him hug her, kiss her face, squeeze her ass cheeks, whisper in her ear while the boys call her “Sudha akka” and watch, while the camera rolls? Let Arjun direct her through those “romantic” scenes, let him tell her how to moan, how to spread her thighs, how to look at the lens while they all stare, Giridhar Sir praising her, the boys excited, all of them surrounding her, touching her, owning her on screen. My chest tightened until it hurt, jealousy burning like acid in my veins, my cock pulsing harder at the filthy, sick thought of her moaning under their lights, under their direction, under their gaze — Giridhar Sir calling her “Sudha”, the boys calling her “Sudha akka”, all of them lusting for her, claiming her piece by piece. Should I stop her? Drag her back to bed, rip this yellow saree off, fuck her hard right now, fill her pussy with my cum, mark her so deep inside that no one else can claim her? Chain her here, keep her naked, keep her mine, never let her leave this room? But she trusts them... wants to go... for the “cause”... for her degree... for me? My balls ached, my heart hammered like it would explode, rage and lust twisting together until I couldn’t breathe — she’s mine... she’s fucking mine... but today... she’ll be theirs... and I’ll be watching... helpless... hard... broken... aroused beyond reason... wanting to kill them... wanting to watch them take her... wanting to scream... wanting to cum... she’s mine... she’s mine... she’s mine... but she’s slipping away... right in front of me... wrapped in this yellow saree... for them.


My wife hurried to the dressing table, her boobs heaving over the yellow blouse as she sat down, still flushed from my earlier teasing. She quickly opened her makeup kit, her thick juicy thighs shifting under the yellow saree, her plump ass cheeks pressing into the chair. She dabbed a light foundation over her cheeks and forehead, her fingers moving fast, then lined her large dark eyes with kohl, making them look even bigger and more seductive, her lashes curled and coated with mascara, her eyes now smoky and irresistible. She applied a soft pink blush to her cheeks, then a deep red lipstick to her full lips, outlining them carefully, filling them in slowly, the color making her lips look plump and kissable, glistening under the light. She brushed her hair quickly, letting it fall in soft waves over her shoulders, a few strands framing her face, enhancing her stunning beauty. She wore a small red bindi on her forehead, the dot glowing against her skin, and slipped on her mangalsutra, the gold chain resting perfectly between her boobs over the yellow blouse, the pendant nestling in her cleavage. She stood up, turning to the mirror, her yellow saree dbanging sensually over her boobs, hips, ass cheeks, and thighs, the rich yellow color making her look stunningly hot, elegant yet irresistibly sexy, her body glowing like a bride ready for her lover, every curve accentuated, her face radiant, her lips inviting, her eyes captivating.
I watched her, my cock throbbing violently inside my white lungi, leaking precum, my mind racing. How do I tell her? How do I say, “Sudha... let’s not go... don’t go to the Cameraman’s house... don’t let him see you like this... don’t let Giridhar Sir and the boys touch you... stay here... with me... you’re mine.” My chest tightened, possessiveness choking me, jealousy burning hot — she’s dressing up for them, not me. My cock pulsed harder at the thought of her walking into that house, the old man calling her “baby”, Giridhar Sir calling her “Sudha”, the boys calling her “Sudha akka”, all of them staring, planning, waiting to see her in those “romantic” scenes. I opened my mouth, words stuck in my throat — “Sudha... wait... let’s not...” — but I couldn’t say it, fear and lust twisting inside me.
That’s when Arjun started calling my wife. Her phone rang on the bed, Arjun’s name flashing. She picked it up quickly, her boobs heaving over the yellow blouse, her yellow saree rustling as she moved.
"Hello Arjun... yes... I am ready... I am on the way... 30 minutes... okay... see you soon," she said softly, her voice excited and nervous, hanging up the phone.
She turned to me, her boobs rising and falling over the yellow blouse, her large dark eyes bright.
"Rajesh... Arjun said all have come... all are waiting for me... let’s go... we are late," she said, her voice urgent, her thick juicy thighs shifting under the yellow saree, her plump ass cheeks jiggling slightly as she moved toward me.
I quickly wore my white shirt and white dhoti, my cock still throbbing painfully inside my white dhoti as I changed, my mind in two minds — stop her... let her go... stop her... let her go. I took her hand, her fingers warm in mine, and led her to the car. I opened the door for her, watching her yellow saree sway as she sat, her boobs heaving over the yellow blouse, her yellow petticoat rustling, her thick juicy thighs outlined under the yellow saree, her beauty overwhelming.
I drove, my cock throbbing the whole way, my mind torn — possessive rage screaming to turn back, lust whispering to watch her fall into their hands. We reached the Cameraman’s house, my heart pounding, my balls aching, jealousy and filthy excitement twisting inside me as I parked the car, knowing she was about to step into their world, dressed like this, ready for them.

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We reached the Cameraman’s house. The security guard opened the gate, nodding politely as I drove the car inside and parked it near the entrance. My wife got down first, her yellow saree rustling softly, her boobs heaving over the yellow blouse as she stood, immediately reaching back to adjust her yellow saree pallu over her boobs, smoothing it down over her white bra and boobs, tucking a stray fold at her waist, her thick juicy thighs shifting under the yellow saree, her plump ass cheeks jiggling slightly as she straightened the pleats, her yellow petticoat hugging her hips and ass cheeks tightly beneath.

As we entered inside the house, the Cameraman, Giridhar Sir, and the boys — Arjun, Vikram, Suresh, Karthik — were all waiting in the living room, their eyes locked on the doorway, their cocks already hard in their trousers, their mouths watering the moment they saw my wife.
My wife looked stunningly hot in her yellow saree and yellow blouse — the yellow saree dbangd perfectly over her wide hips, hugging her plump ass cheeks, the pallu falling softly over her boobs, the yellow blouse fitting tight, her boobs full and round, pushing against the blouse, her thick juicy thighs outlined under the yellow saree, her navel deep and inviting through the sheer yellow chiffon, her mangalsutra resting between her boobs, her hips swaying seductively as she walked, the rich yellow color glowing against her skin, every fold and dbang accentuating her boobs, hips, ass cheeks, and thighs, her face radiant with light makeup, her lips red and glossy, her large dark eyes captivating, her beauty overwhelming, making their mouths water visibly, their eyes hungry, their breathing heavier, their cocks straining harder as they stared at her, ready to fuck her.
Giridhar Sir stepped forward first, his cock throbbing in his trousers, arms open wide.
"Sudha... you look absolutely beautiful today... come here," he said warmly, voice thick with emotion.
My wife smiled shyly, stepping into his hug. Giridhar Sir wrapped his arms around her waist over her yellow saree, pulling her close, his chest pressing firmly against her boobs over the yellow blouse, his hands sliding down to rest on her hips, squeezing lightly, his cock pressing against her thighs through his trousers as he held her tight for several long seconds.
"Thank you sir... it's so nice to see you," she whispered, hugging him back, her arms around his neck, her boobs pressing harder against his chest over the yellow blouse, her thick juicy thighs brushing his legs.
Giridhar Sir held her a moment longer, his hands lingering on her hips, then released her slowly, his eyes on her yellow saree and yellow blouse.
The Cameraman stepped forward next, arms open.
"Sudha... my baby... you look stunning... come to daddy," he said softly, voice emotional.
My wife stepped into his embrace, the Cameraman wrapping his arms tightly around her waist over her yellow saree, pulling her close, his chest crushing her boobs over the yellow blouse, his hands sliding down to grip her plump ass cheeks over the saree, squeezing gently, his cock pressing firmly against her belly through his black pants as he held her tight, his face buried in her hair.
"Thank you daddy... I am so happy to be here," she whispered, hugging him back, her arms around his neck, her boobs pressing against him over the yellow blouse, her thick juicy thighs brushing his legs.
Arjun came forward, arms open.
"Sudha akka... you look amazing... welcome," he said, voice warm.
My wife stepped into his hug, Arjun wrapping his arms around her waist over her yellow saree, pulling her close, his chest pressing against her boobs over the yellow blouse, his hands resting on her hips, squeezing lightly, his cock pressing against her thighs as he held her.
"Thank you Arjun... thank you for everything," she said softly, hugging him back, her arms around his neck.
Vikram stepped up, arms open.
"Sudha akka... you are looking so graceful... welcome," he said, voice sincere.
My wife hugged him, Vikram wrapping his arms around her waist over her yellow saree, pulling her close, his chest pressing against her boobs over the yellow blouse, his hands resting on her lower back, his cock pressing against her belly as he held her tight.
"Thank you Vikram... it's good to see you," she whispered, hugging him back.
Suresh hugged her next, arms open.
"Sudha akka... you look so radiant... welcome," he said, voice gentle.
My wife hugged him, Suresh wrapping his arms around her waist over her yellow saree, pulling her close, his chest pressing against her boobs over the yellow blouse, his hands on her hips, squeezing lightly, his cock pressing against her thighs as he held her.
"Thank you Suresh... thank you," she said softly, hugging him back.
Karthik was last, arms open.
"Sudha akka... you look so beautiful... welcome," he said, voice warm.
My wife hugged him, Karthik wrapping his arms around her waist over her yellow saree, pulling her close, his chest pressing against her boobs over the yellow blouse, his hands resting on her hips, squeezing gently, his cock pressing against her belly as he held her tight.
"Thank you Karthik... thank you all," she whispered, hugging him back, her boobs pressing against his chest over the yellow blouse.
I stood beside her, my cock throbbing painfully inside my white dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of all of them — Giridhar Sir, the Cameraman, Arjun, Vikram, Suresh, Karthik — hugging my wife one by one, their arms around her waist, their hands on her hips and ass cheeks, their cocks pressing against her thighs and belly as she hugged them back, thanking them innocently, her boobs pressing against their chests, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, rage boiling inside me, my balls aching as I watched, heart pounding in the luxurious living room.



The old man looked at Arjun, his cock throbbing in his black pants, his voice calm but commanding.
"Arjun... explain the script to all... their roles... let everyone understand the story properly," he said, his eyes flicking to my wife’s boobs heaving over the yellow blouse.
Arjun nodded eagerly, his cock throbbing in his trousers.
"Yes sir... everyone... please sit... let me explain," Arjun said, gesturing to the maroon leather sofas.
He made all sit on the sofa and all sat around him to listen to the script. My wife sat next to me on the maroon leather sofa, her yellow saree dbanging sensually over her boobs and hips, her thick juicy thighs shifting under the saree. Giridhar Sir sat next to my wife’s left, his cock throbbing in his trousers. The three boys, Vikram, Suresh, Karthik, sat on the opposite maroon leather sofa, their cocks throbbing in their trousers. Arjun and the Cameraman sat next to each other on another sofa, ready to listen.
The moment Giridhar Sir placed his right hand on my wife’s left thigh over her yellow saree, his fingers spreading wide, squeezing her thick juicy thigh gently through the yellow saree, his palm warm and possessive, rubbing slow circles over her thigh, the yellow saree wrinkling slightly under his touch, his cock throbbing visibly in his trousers, his breathing heavier, his eyes dark with lust as he felt the softness of her thigh, the other boys watching his hand on her thigh, their cocks throbbing harder in their trousers, their mouths watering, tempted and jealous, their eyes fixed on where Giridhar Sir squeezed her thigh over the yellow saree.
I got possessive and angry, jealousy burning like fire in my chest, rage boiling at Giridhar Sir’s hand on her thigh, the boys watching, all of them wanting her. I quickly made her shift position, pulling her closer to me, sitting in between my wife and Giridhar Sir, my arm around her waist over her yellow saree, protecting her, my heart pounding with fury.
Arjun began explaining the script, his voice enthusiastic, but my mind raced with possessive rage, my heart hammering as I held my wife close, fury and anger boiling inside me in the luxurious living room.


Arjun cleared his throat, his cock throbbing in his trousers as he looked around the maroon leather sofas at everyone gathered, the air thick with anticipation and unspoken hunger.
"Okay... everyone... let me explain the script clearly... the story is about a village girl named Sudha... she grows up naive... uneducated... trusting men too easily... she gets cheated... used... abandoned... at different ages... each lover takes advantage of her innocence... until she realizes education is the only way to rise... to become strong... to take control... she studies hard... becomes an IAS officer... empowers other women... the message is powerful... women's education changes everything," Arjun said, his voice steady but thick with excitement, his eyes flicking to my wife’s boobs heaving over the yellow blouse, each word slicing into me like a slow, deliberate cut.
He continued, pointing to each person, his tone almost reverent.
"Sudha akka is the main lead... the village girl... she plays all ages... teenage... 20s... 25s... 30s... 35s... the lovers are different at each stage... Vikram plays her lover when she is in her teenage... the first man who cheats her... Arjun plays her lover in her 20s... the second man who uses her... Suresh plays her lover in her 25s... the third man who betrays her... Karthik plays her lover in her 30s... the fourth man who abandons her... and Giridhar Sir plays her lover in her 35s... the last man who cheats her... before she rises... the story shows her pain... her fall... her transformation... her strength," Arjun explained, his cock throbbing harder in his trousers as he spoke, his eyes on my wife’s yellow saree hugging her boobs and hips, each name he uttered a fresh wound, a new chain around her neck, a new hand reaching for what was mine.
My wife listened intently, her boobs rising and falling over the yellow blouse, her large dark eyes wide and trusting, her thick juicy thighs shifting under the yellow saree, her plump ass cheeks pressing into the maroon leather sofa, her cheeks still flushed from earlier, completely unaware of the storm tearing me apart from the inside.
Giridhar Sir nodded slowly, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his eyes never leaving my wife’s boobs and yellow saree, a faint, satisfied smile on his lips.
The boys stared, their cocks throbbing in their trousers, mouths watering, eyes fixed on my wife’s yellow saree and yellow blouse, her boobs, hips, ass cheeks, and thighs, their breathing shallow, their hunger almost palpable.
The Cameraman smiled, his cock throbbing in his black pants, his eyes on my wife’s boobs over the yellow blouse, his voice soft.
"Beautiful... the script is perfect... Sudha... my baby... you will bring her to life... we will make it unforgettable," he said, his words like acid pouring into an open wound, burning deeper with every syllable.
I sat between my wife and Giridhar Sir, my arm around her waist over her yellow saree, my grip tightening until my knuckles ached, my heart slamming against my ribs like a trapped animal. Every name Arjun spoke — Vikram... Arjun... Suresh... Karthik... Giridhar Sir — felt like a blade twisting in my gut, carving out pieces of her, handing them to these men. My wife, my Sudha, the woman whose boobs I had kissed, whose pussy I had tasted, whose ass cheeks I had grabbed — now scripted to be taken by each of them on screen, her body offered up for their pleasure, their cameras, their cocks. My chest felt like it was being crushed, jealousy roaring through me like wildfire, scorching every thought until only rage remained. Why am I sitting here? Why am I letting her sit in this room, dressed like this, surrounded by them, listening to a story where she gets fucked by every single one of them? My mind screamed to stand up, drag her out, lock her away from their eyes, their hands, their words. But she sat there, innocent, trusting, beautiful, believing this was for a “noble cause”, while I drowned in the image of her moaning under Giridhar Sir’s direction, under Arjun’s lens, under the boys’ stares. My throat burned, my vision blurred with fury, my cock hard with sick, twisted anger — she’s mine... she’s fucking mine... but right now, in this moment, with every name, every role, every scene laid out, she already feels like theirs... and the thought of tomorrow, of her giving herself to their story, to their touch, to their lust, ripped me apart like nothing ever had before. She’s mine... she’s mine... she’s mine... but she’s already slipping... already theirs... and I’m just watching... burning... breaking... helpless.

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Giridhar Sir leaned forward on the maroon leather sofa, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his eyes fixed on my wife’s boobs heaving over the yellow blouse. He cleared his throat, voice low and urgent.
"Arjun... I have to go to the education board soon... urgent meeting... can you finish my portions first? I want to shoot my scenes with Sudha before I leave... it’s important," Giridhar Sir said, his tone serious, but his eyes dark with lust as he stared at my wife’s yellow saree hugging her hips and ass cheeks, his real intention clear — he wanted to enjoy my wife first, to have her alone in the scenes before anyone else.
Vikram spoke up next, his cock throbbing in his trousers, voice quick.
"Arjun... I also have an important call... family matter... can we do my scenes first? I need to finish early," Vikram said, his eyes on my wife’s boobs pushing against the yellow blouse, his real motive obvious — he wanted to enjoy my wife first.
Suresh jumped in, his cock throbbing in his trousers.
"Arjun... I have a meeting too... urgent... can we shoot my portions now? I can’t stay long," Suresh said, his gaze locked on my wife’s yellow saree outlining her thighs and ass cheeks, his intention clear — to enjoy my wife first.
Karthik added, his cock throbbing in his trousers.
"Arjun... I have to leave soon... work emergency... please... my scenes first?" Karthik said, his eyes devouring my wife’s yellow saree hugging her boobs and hips, all of them desperate to have her first.
Arjun looked around, his cock throbbing in his trousers, hesitating, eyes flicking between Giridhar Sir and the boys, then to my wife’s yellow saree and yellow blouse.


Arjun stood up, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his voice firm and authoritative as he looked at Giridhar Sir and the boys.
"Everyone... listen... I am the director... I will take the decision... we will follow the schedule properly... no changes... Giridhar Sir’s portions first... then the rest," Arjun said, his tone decisive, his eyes on my wife’s boobs heaving over the yellow blouse, his real intention hidden — he wanted to enjoy my wife first too, but as director, he controlled the order.
He continued, pacing slowly, his cock throbbing harder.
"As the director... you all must behave properly with me... actors follow the director’s vision completely... trust every instruction... be punctual for calls... open to feedback on your performance... respectful during rehearsals... repeat lines until perfect... adjust your body positions as I say... hold poses for the camera... listen to my cues for emotions... tears... smiles... intimacy... no arguments... no ego... the director knows best... you give your body and soul to the role... to me... that's how films are made... how stars are born," Arjun explained, his voice low and commanding, his eyes flicking to my wife’s yellow saree hugging her hips and ass cheeks, the boys nodding, their cocks throbbing in their trousers, Giridhar Sir smiling slightly, his cock hard in his trousers.
I felt a sharp stab of jealousy, my heart pounding with rage, my fists clenching at my sides as I watched Arjun assert control, deciding who gets my wife first, his instructions sounding like commands to surrender her body to him, my mind screaming — she’s mine... he can’t order her like that... none of them can.
The Cameraman smiled, his cock throbbing in his black pants.
Giridhar Sir looked at my wife, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his voice soft.



Arjun looked at the Cameraman, his cock throbbing in his trousers, voice firm.
"Cameraman sir... set up cameras and lighting in the kitchen... we are going to shoot all the kitchen scenes with Sudha and Giridhar Sir first... get everything ready," Arjun said, his eyes on my wife’s boobs heaving over the yellow blouse.
The Cameraman nodded, his cock throbbing in his black pants.
"Yes Arjun... we will set up now... boys... come... help me in the kitchen... bring the equipment," the Cameraman said, standing up, gesturing to Vikram, Suresh, and Karthik.
Arjun joined them, his cock throbbing in his trousers, all of them following the Cameraman to the kitchen, their eyes flicking back to my wife’s yellow saree hugging her hips and ass cheeks as they left the living room.
In the kitchen, the Cameraman directed them. He placed a tripod in the center, mounting a DSLR camera with a wide-angle lens for full kitchen shots, adjusting the height to capture my wife’s boobs and hips at eye level. Vikram brought soft key lights on stands, positioning one at 45 degrees to the left of the stove for gentle face illumination, the light diffusing softly over my wife’s future positions. Suresh set up fill lights on the right side, lowering the stands to remove shadows from her thighs and ass cheeks under the yellow saree. Karthik placed back lights behind the counter, creating a romantic halo around her boobs and hair, the lights dimmed for warm mood. Arjun adjusted the boom mic on a pole above the stove, ensuring clear dialogue capture for intimate whispers. The Cameraman added a reflector board near the window to bounce natural light onto her face and boobs, enhancing her glow, then checked the ring light on a stand for soft eye catchlights, making her large dark eyes sparkle on camera. They tested the dolly track along the counter for smooth tracking shots around her hips and ass cheeks as she moved, the setup complete, lights warm and romantic, cameras ready for the kitchen scenes with my wife and Giridhar Sir.
Meanwhile, Giridhar Sir looked at my wife in the living room, his cock throbbing in his trousers, voice open and excited.
"Sudha... I am so excited to romance you in front of the camera... to hold you... to feel you... it will be beautiful," Giridhar Sir said, his eyes on her boobs over the yellow blouse, his breathing heavier.
My wife blushed, her boobs rising and falling over the yellow blouse, her large dark eyes shy.
"Sir... it is not real romance... just acting... for the film... nothing more," she said softly, her thick juicy thighs shifting under the yellow saree, her plump ass cheeks pressing into the maroon leather sofa.
Giridhar Sir smiled at my wife, his cock throbbing harder in his trousers, his eyes dark with lust.
"Yes... Sudha... just acting... but it will feel real... I will make it special for you," he said softly, then stood up, heading to the kitchen.
I sat next to my wife on the maroon leather sofa, my arm around her waist over her yellow saree, my heart pounding with possessive fury, jealousy burning in my chest as I watched Giridhar Sir walk away, his cock throbbing, his mind on my wife, my mind raging — he wants her... they all do... but she’s mine... she’s fucking mine... I won’t let them take her from me... not today... not ever. My balls ached with angry lust as I held her close, heart pounding in the luxurious living room.


I turned to my wife on the maroon leather sofa, my arm still around her waist over her yellow saree, my voice low and trembling with raw emotion, my heart pounding so hard it hurt, jealousy clawing at my throat.
"Sudha... I... I can’t do this... I am not comfortable... them romancing you... Giridhar Sir... Arjun... the boys... touching you... holding you... on camera... it is tearing me apart... you are my wife... only mine... I don’t want them near you... not like that... not ever... I am scared... I feel like I am losing you... please... tell me we can stop... tell me you won’t go in there," I said, my voice cracking, my eyes stinging with unshed tears, my fingers gripping her yellow saree tighter, my chest tight with fear and possessive rage.
My wife turned to me, her boobs rising and falling over the yellow blouse, her large dark eyes filling with tears, her hand gently covering mine over her waist, her voice soft and full of love.
"Rajesh... my love... listen to me... it is just acting... nothing real... nothing at all... I love you... only you... my heart belongs to you... my body belongs to you... no one else... never... you are my husband... my world... my everything... please don’t be scared... don’t feel like you are losing me... I am yours... always yours... I will come back to you... every time... I promise," she said, her voice emotional, tears slipping down her cheeks, her thick juicy thighs shifting under the yellow saree, her plump ass cheeks pressing into the sofa as she leaned closer to me.
I swallowed hard, my throat burning, my voice breaking.
"Sudha... I know you say that... but seeing them look at you... want you... their cocks hard... their hands ready... it hurts... I feel sick... I don’t want to share you... not even for acting... not even for a film... you are mine... only mine," I said, my eyes stinging, my grip on her yellow saree trembling, my heart twisting with jealousy.
My wife cupped my face gently, her large dark eyes shining with tears and love, her boobs heaving over the yellow blouse.
"Rajesh... my Rajesh... I am doing this for us... for our future... only if I act in this short film... I will get my degree... complete my education... make you proud... make our sons proud... make our family proud... it is for you... for them... for everything we dreamed... please trust me... I will act... but my love... my soul... my body... it is only yours... forever... don’t worry... I will never let anyone take me from you... I love you more than life... please... believe me," she whispered, her voice breaking with emotion, tears streaming down her cheeks, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow saree, her plump ass cheeks shifting as she pressed closer to me.
I nodded slowly, my heart still aching, jealousy and fear choking me, but her words piercing through the rage, soothing the raw edges just enough to breathe, my cock hard with conflicted lust and anger.
That’s when the Cameraman called my wife from the kitchen doorway, his cock throbbing in his black pants.
"Sudha... come... we are ready... kitchen scenes first... with Giridhar Sir," he said, his voice warm.
My wife looked at me, her boobs rising and falling over the yellow blouse, her large dark eyes soft and teary.
"Rajesh... I have to go... I love you... I will be back... trust me," she said softly, standing up, her yellow saree rustling, her thick juicy thighs shifting as she walked toward the kitchen.
I watched her go, my heart pounding with possessive fury, jealousy burning in my chest, my mind raging — she’s going to him... to them... but she says she loves only me... she’s mine... she’s fucking mine... I won’t let them take her from me. My balls ached with angry lust as she disappeared into the kitchen, heart pounding in the luxurious living room.






The Cameraman and Arjun were discussing in low voices near the kitchen doorway, their cocks throbbing in their trousers, eyes occasionally flicking to my wife as she stood inside the kitchen with Giridhar Sir and the boys, her yellow saree rustling softly with her movements.
My wife looked at me from the kitchen, her boobs rising and falling over the yellow blouse, her large dark eyes soft and full of love. She walked out of the kitchen toward the living room, her yellow saree swaying sensually over her boobs and hips, her thick juicy thighs shifting under the saree, her plump ass cheeks jiggling slightly with each step. She came to me on the maroon leather sofa, handing me her phone.
"Rajesh... keep this... I don’t want to take it inside," she said softly, her voice gentle, her boobs heaving over the yellow blouse as she stood close.
I took the phone, my hand shaking slightly, my heart pounding. I pulled her closer, my voice low and trembling with raw emotion, my eyes stinging with unshed tears.
"Sudha... I... I am not comfortable... letting you act in such bold scenes... with them... Giridhar Sir... Arjun... the boys... romancing you... touching you... holding you... I can’t... it is killing me inside... you are my wife... only mine... I don’t want them to have you... not even for acting... not even for a film... please... let’s go home... forget this... I can’t bear to see you with them... I feel like I am losing you... please... say we can leave... say you won’t go back in there," I said, my throat tight, my voice cracking, my fingers gripping her yellow saree over her hips, my chest aching with fear and possessive love.
My wife looked at me, her boobs rising and falling over the yellow blouse, her large dark eyes filling with tears, her hand gently covering mine over her waist, her voice soft and full of loyalty.
"Rajesh... my love... if you are not comfortable... I won’t do it... I don’t want to hurt you... I love you... only you... my heart is yours... my body is yours... no one else... ever... you are my husband... my everything... if it makes you feel this way... we will go home... I will not act... I will find another way... I don’t want you to suffer... I am listening to you... I am yours... always," she said, her voice emotional, tears slipping down her cheeks, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow saree, her plump ass cheeks shifting as she pressed closer to me, her large dark eyes shining with pure love and devotion.
I swallowed hard, my throat burning, my voice breaking with relief and lingering fear.
"Sudha... thank you... thank you... I can’t lose you... I can’t let them touch you... you are my life... my only love... let’s leave... right now... before they come back... I need you... only with me... please," I said, my eyes stinging, my grip on her yellow saree tightening, my heart aching with possessive need and gratitude.
My wife nodded slowly, her boobs rising and falling over the yellow blouse, her large dark eyes locked on mine, full of loyalty and love.
"Yes Rajesh... let’s go home... I am with you... only you... I love you... I will never hurt you... we will find another way... together," she whispered, her voice soft and certain, her thick juicy thighs pressing against me as she leaned in, her plump ass cheeks shifting under the yellow saree, her hand squeezing mine gently.
I felt a rush of relief mixed with fear, my heart still pounding, my cock hard with conflicted lust and anger as I held her close, ready to leave with her, to protect her, to keep her mine in the luxurious living room.



Giridhar Sir came out of the kitchen to the living room to charge his phone, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his face already flushed with lust as he plugged the charger into the wall socket, his eyes immediately locking on my wife sitting next to me on the maroon leather sofa.
I felt a surge of rage and fear, my heart pounding violently. I stood up quickly, my white dhoti rustling, my fists clenching at my sides, and walked straight to him, stopping inches away, my voice trembling but loud with emotion.
"Sir... we are not comfortable... with my wife romancing... acting in bold scenes... we want to stop... we are leaving," I said, my chest tight, my eyes burning with jealousy and anger, my body tense as I stood facing him.
My wife stood up too, her boobs heaving over the yellow blouse, her yellow saree rustling as she moved closer to me, her large dark eyes teary.
"Yes sir... we are not comfortable... we don’t want to do it... we are going home," she said softly, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow saree, her plump ass cheeks shifting as she stood beside me.
Giridhar Sir’s face twisted with rage, his cock throbbing harder in his trousers as he turned to face me fully, towering over me, his voice exploding into a loud yell.
"You dare stand in front of me and say no? You think you can decide for her? I am going to enjoy your wife... I am already horny... I will have her... you can’t stop me! If you try to take her away... if you interfere... I will call the principal right now... cancel her degree... I have contacts in the education board... I will blacklist her... make sure she will never ever in this life have a degree in hand! Her dream... ruined! Forever! You will regret this!" Giridhar Sir shouted at me, his voice booming, his face red with fury, his cock throbbing visibly in his trousers, his body blocking my path, his eyes wild and threatening, scaring me into frozen silence as I stood there, my heart slamming against my ribs.
Then he turned to my wife, his voice still loud but more menacing, leaning in close to her, his cock throbbing in his trousers.
"And you... Sudha... you think you can refuse? You... you will do everything... or I ruin you! I will call the board... the principal... destroy your future... your degree... gone! You will have nothing... no dream... no life! Obey me... or lose everything!" Giridhar Sir yelled at her, his eyes cold, his control absolute, his body towering over her, scaring her into tears.
My wife’s eyes widened in terror, her boobs heaving rapidly over the yellow blouse, tears streaming down her cheeks, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow saree, her plump ass cheeks shifting nervously as she stood close to me.
"Sir... please... don’t shout... don’t do that... it is my dream... my degree... please... don’t ruin it... I am scared... please," she begged, her voice breaking, her large dark eyes filled with fear, her body shrinking back against me.
I felt my heart drop, fear gripping me like ice, my voice shaking as I stood facing him.
"Sir... please... don’t... it was my promise to her... I will let her complete her degree... please don’t ruin her dream... I beg you... don’t call... we are scared... please," I begged, my voice trembling, my hands shaking, my heart pounding with terror.
Giridhar Sir smiled coldly, his cock throbbing in his trousers, stepping even closer to us, his voice commanding.
"Shut up... both of you... just stand there... and stay quiet... you can’t stop me... you can’t leave... stay quiet... or I make the call... now!" Giridhar Sir yelled, his tone final, his eyes controlling us completely, his cock throbbing with power, his body blocking us, cornering us in the living room.
The boys heard the shouting and came from the kitchen, their cocks throbbing in their trousers, surrounding us in a tight circle, their faces angry and horny, their breathing heavy, their hands clenching, their bodies blocking the doorway and every exit, towering over us, their eyes on my wife’s boobs and yellow saree, their cocks hard and ready, cornering us so we couldn’t leave, their presence menacing, their lust palpable, making sure my wife couldn’t escape without them fucking her.
My wife and I were cornered, standing in the middle of the living room, fear gripping us, my wife’s boobs heaving over the yellow blouse, her large dark eyes filled with terror, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow saree, my heart pounding with helpless rage, my balls aching with angry fear as they controlled us, controlled her, in the luxurious living room. If my wife refused to act, Giridhar Sir would call the board and the principal and ruin her dream.


My wife’s eyes widened in terror, her boobs heaving rapidly over the yellow blouse, tears streaming down her cheeks as she stepped forward toward Giridhar Sir, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow saree, her plump ass cheeks shifting nervously.
"Sir... please... let me go home... don’t call the principal... don’t ruin my life... my degree... my dream... I beg you... please... don’t do this... I am scared... please," she begged, her voice breaking, her large dark eyes filled with fear, her hands clasped together in front of her boobs over the yellow blouse, her body shaking as she pleaded.
Giridhar Sir’s face twisted with rage, his cock throbbing harder in his trousers. He raised his right hand and slapped my wife hard across her left cheek, the sharp sound echoing in the living room, her head jerking to the side, her boobs jiggling over the yellow blouse from the impact, tears flying from her eyes.
"You dare say no to me... I destroy you!" Giridhar Sir yelled, slapping her again on the right cheek, harder, her boobs heaving violently over the yellow blouse, her thick juicy thighs buckling slightly under the yellow saree.
My wife ran across the living room, her yellow saree rustling loudly, her boobs bouncing over the yellow blouse with each desperate step, her thick juicy thighs pumping, her plump ass cheeks jiggling under the yellow saree, tears streaming down her face, her large dark eyes wide with terror.
Giridhar Sir chased her, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his hand reaching out and grabbing her yellow saree pallu over her left shoulder, his fingers clutching the pallu tightly. He tugged the yellow saree pallu sharply, pulling it free from her left shoulder, the yellow saree pallu sliding off her boobs and white bra, falling down her arm. He yanked the yellow saree pallu harder, the yellow saree pleats loosening at her waist, the yellow saree unwrapping slowly from her hips, the yellow saree gliding over her plump ass cheeks, the yellow saree sliding down her thick juicy thighs, the yellow saree pooling at her ankles, leaving her in her yellow blouse and yellow petticoat, her boobs heaving over the yellow blouse, her white bra visible under the thin blouse, her navel deep and inviting exposed above the yellow petticoat waistband, her pussy mound outlined softly through the maroon panties and yellow petticoat, her ass cheeks round and full under the yellow petticoat, her thick juicy thighs glistening, her body stunningly sexy and vulnerable, her boobs full and round pushing against the yellow blouse, her navel a perfect deep hollow begging to be kissed, her hips flaring wide, her ass cheeks plump and jiggling, her thighs thick and juicy, every curve glowing and irresistible.
My wife sobbed loudly, kicking the yellow saree away from her ankles, running in her yellow blouse and yellow petticoat, her boobs bouncing wildly over the yellow blouse, her navel deep and exposed, her ass cheeks jiggling under the yellow petticoat, her thick juicy thighs pumping, her plump ass cheeks shifting with each step, her body a vision of erotic perfection, her boobs heaving, her hips swaying, her thighs rubbing together, tears streaming as she ran.
The boys chased her, their cocks throbbing in their trousers, angry and horny, their hands reaching out to grab her yellow blouse and yellow petticoat, their breathing heavy, their eyes wild with lust.
I ran behind them, my heart pounding with terror, my voice shouting.
"Stop! Leave her alone! She is my wife! Don’t touch her!" I yelled, my cock hard with helpless rage as I tried to push past them to save her.
My wife ran in circles around the living room, her yellow blouse clinging to her boobs, her navel deep and exposed, her yellow petticoat hugging her ass cheeks and thighs, her boobs bouncing, her hips swaying, her ass cheeks jiggling, her thighs thick and juicy, tears streaming, until the moment the Cameraman came out of the kitchen.
She ran toward him, her yellow blouse rustling, her boobs heaving over the blouse, and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, hugging him hard, pressing her boobs against his chest over her yellow blouse, her thick juicy thighs pressing against his legs, her plump ass cheeks clenching under the yellow petticoat as she clung to him, sobbing like a frightened child.
"Daddy... save me... please... they are scaring me... Giridhar Sir slapped me... said he will call the principal... cancel my degree... ruin my life... I don’t want to... I am scared... please... daddy... help me... don’t let them hurt me... I am a good girl... I just want to go home... with Rajesh... please... daddy... save your baby," she sobbed, her voice innocent and childish, tears soaking his shirt, her boobs crushing against him over the yellow blouse, her thick juicy thighs trembling against his legs, her plump ass cheeks shifting as she hugged him tighter, her navel exposed and deep, her hips flaring against him, her words soft and pleading like a little girl lost.
The Cameraman hugged my wife back, his arms wrapping tightly around her waist over her yellow petticoat, his hands sliding down to grip her plump ass cheeks over the yellow petticoat, squeezing gently, his cock throbbing hard in his black pants against her belly, his face half-closed eyes in extreme pleasure, lips parted slightly, breathing heavy and ragged as he felt her boobs pressing against his chest over the yellow blouse, her thick juicy thighs rubbing against his legs, her plump ass cheeks soft and full in his hands, his fingers digging into the curves through the yellow petticoat, savoring her warmth, her curves, her fear, his face showing pure pervert lust and control as he held her close, his cock pulsing against her belly, his eyes half-closed in ecstasy, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips as he inhaled her scent, his hands kneading her ass cheeks slowly, his body trembling with horny excitement.
"My baby... shhh... daddy is here... no one will hurt you... tell daddy everything... daddy will protect you... my sweet little girl... daddy loves you... stay close... let daddy hold you," he said softly, his voice soothing but thick with pervert lust, his cock throbbing harder, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks more firmly over the yellow petticoat, his eyes half-closed, lips parted in pleasure, his breathing heavy as he felt every curve of her body against him, his face showing complete control and extreme horny desire as he held her close.
My wife sobbed harder, her boobs heaving against him over the yellow blouse, her thick juicy thighs trembling against his legs, her voice innocent and childish.
"Daddy... I told Rajesh I won’t act... he is not comfortable... then Giridhar Sir got angry... slapped me... said he will call the principal... cancel my degree... ruin my life... blacklist me... I can’t... I am scared... I just want to go home... with Rajesh... please... daddy... save me... I am a good girl... I don’t want to... please," she cried, her voice breaking, her plump ass cheeks clenching under his hands over the yellow petticoat, her thick juicy thighs pressing tighter against him, her boobs crushing harder against his chest over the yellow blouse, tears soaking his shirt.
The Cameraman held her tighter, his cock throbbing in his black pants, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks more firmly over the yellow petticoat, his eyes half-closed, lips parted in pleasure, his breathing heavy and ragged as he felt every curve of her body against him, his face showing complete pervert control and extreme horny lust as he held her close.
"My baby... daddy is here... no one will hurt you... daddy will take care... just stay with daddy... trust daddy... daddy loves his little girl... shhh... daddy has you," he said softly, his cock pulsing against her belly, his hands kneading her ass cheeks slowly, his face half-closed eyes in ecstasy, his lips brushing her hair as she cried against him, his body trembling with pervert desire.
I stood there, my heart pounding with helpless rage, jealousy and fear choking me, watching the Cameraman hug my wife, his hands on her ass cheeks over the yellow petticoat, his cock throbbing against her, my wife clinging to him crying like a child, my balls aching with furious lust as they cornered us, heart pounding in the luxurious living room.

[novelistcasanova]

Giridhar Sir stepped behind my wife suddenly, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his hands grabbing the back of her yellow blouse from behind, his fingers clutching the yellow blouse tightly. He yanked the yellow blouse hard, the front hooks popping open one by one with sharp snaps, the yellow blouse tearing open down the front, the yellow blouse ripping apart as he dragged it down her arms, peeling the yellow blouse completely off her shoulders, stripping it off her body, leaving her standing only in her white bra and yellow petticoat, her boobs heaving inside the white bra, the white bra cups hugging her full boobs tightly, her navel deep and inviting exposed above the yellow petticoat waistband, her pussy mound outlined softly through the panties and yellow petticoat, her ass cheeks round and full under the yellow petticoat, her thick juicy thighs trembling, her body stunningly sexy and vulnerable, her boobs full and round inside the white bra, her hips flaring wide, her ass cheeks plump and jiggling, her thighs thick and juicy, every curve glowing and irresistible.

My wife cried out in shock, her boobs bouncing inside the white bra from the sudden strip, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow petticoat, her plump ass cheeks clenching, tears streaming down her cheeks. She ran behind the Cameraman, hiding against him, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind, pressing her boobs against his back over her white bra, her navel deep and exposed, her ass cheeks jiggling under the yellow petticoat, her thick juicy thighs trembling as she clung to him, sobbing.
"Daddy... help me... please...," she cried, her voice breaking, tears soaking his shirt, her boobs crushing against the Cameraman’s back over her white bra, her thick juicy thighs pressing against his legs, her plump ass cheeks shifting as she hugged him tighter, her navel deep and exposed, her hips flaring against him.
The Cameraman turned around fully in her grip, facing her now, his arms wrapping tightly around her waist over her yellow petticoat, pulling her close into a full embrace, his hands sliding down to grab her plump ass cheeks over the yellow petticoat, squeezing gently, his cock throbbing hard in his black pants against her belly, his face half-closed eyes in extreme pleasure, lips parted slightly, breathing heavy and ragged as he felt her boobs pressing against his chest over her white bra, her thick juicy thighs rubbing against his legs, her plump ass cheeks soft and full in his hands, his fingers digging into the curves through the yellow petticoat, savoring her warmth, her curves, her fear, his face showing pure pervert lust and control as he held her close.
His hands roamed all over her back, fingers gliding slowly up and down her spine over her white bra straps, tracing the back of her white bra band, squeezing the white bra edges gently, feeling the soft cotton of the white bra against her glowing back, his palms sliding lower to her lower back, then up again to her shoulder blades, pressing her boobs harder against his chest over her white bra, his thumbs brushing the white bra straps on her shoulders, his touch possessive and hungry, savoring every inch of her back, the way her white bra hugged her boobs from behind, his cock pulsing against her belly, his face half-closed eyes in ecstasy, lips parted in pleasure, breathing heavy as he felt her tremble in his arms, his pervert lust growing with every roaming touch.
"Stop, Giridhar Sir... stop this... let her go... don’t hurt my baby," the Cameraman said, his voice calm but firm, his cock throbbing harder as he felt her boobs and ass cheeks against him.
Giridhar Sir yelled at the Cameraman, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his face red with rage.
"This short film drama was just for me and the boys to fuck her! Step away! She is ours! We will have her... you can’t stop us!" Giridhar Sir shouted, his voice booming, his cock throbbing visibly in his trousers, his eyes wild with lust and anger.
I reached them, my heart pounding with terror, my voice shouting.
"Stop! Leave her alone! She is my wife!" I yelled, my cock hard with helpless rage.
Giridhar Sir turned to me, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his voice threatening.
"Step back... or I call the principal right now... cancel her degree... ruin her life... you know I can... move... or she loses everything!" Giridhar Sir yelled, his eyes cold, his cock throbbing with power, scaring me into hesitation.
I froze, fear gripping me, my heart pounding with terror for her dream, her degree, my promise to her, my voice shaking.
"Sir... please... don’t... I won’t stop you... don’t call... please... her dream... don’t ruin it," I begged, stepping back slowly, my heart breaking, my cock hard with helpless rage and fear.
My wife watched me step back, her boobs heaving inside the white bra, her large dark eyes filling with tears, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow petticoat, her plump ass cheeks clenching, understanding dawning through her fear — I was stepping back for her degree, for her dream, for her future, tears streaming down her cheeks as she clung tighter to the Cameraman, sobbing harder, her boobs pressing against him over her white bra, her thick juicy thighs trembling against his legs, her plump ass cheeks shifting as she hugged him tighter, her heart breaking and grateful at the same time.
The boys stood close, their cocks throbbing in their trousers, surrounding us, their faces angry and horny, their breathing heavy, their hands clenching, their bodies blocking every exit, their eyes on my wife’s boobs inside the white bra and yellow petticoat, their cocks hard and ready, cornering us so she couldn’t escape without them fucking her, their presence menacing, their lust palpable.
My wife and I were cornered, fear gripping us, my wife’s boobs heaving inside the white bra, her large dark eyes filled with terror and tears, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow petticoat, my heart pounding with helpless rage, my balls aching with angry fear as they controlled us, controlled her, in the luxurious living room. If my wife refused to act, Giridhar Sir would call the board and the principal and ruin her dream.


The Cameraman hugged my wife tightly in his arms, his cock throbbing hard in his black pants against her belly, his hands grabbing her plump ass cheeks over the yellow petticoat, squeezing them possessively, his fingers digging into the soft curves of her ass cheeks through the yellow petticoat, feeling the warmth of her ass cheeks, his palms roaming slowly over her ass cheeks, kneading them gently, savoring how full and round they felt in his grip, his cock pulsing with pervert excitement as he pressed her boobs harder against his chest over her white bra, her thick juicy thighs trembling against his legs, her navel deep and exposed, her hips flaring wide against him, his face half-closed eyes in extreme pleasure, lips parted, breathing heavy and ragged as he felt every inch of her body, his pervert lust growing with every squeeze of her ass cheeks, his hands sliding up her lower back then down again to grab her ass cheeks harder, feeling the panty line visible over her ass cheeks through the yellow petticoat, his cock throbbing violently against her belly, his face showing pure control and horny desire as he held her close.
He looked at Giridhar Sir and the boys, his voice calm but commanding.
"Enough... no violence... Giridhar Sir... boys... control yourselves... Sudha is like my daughter... she will listen to whatever I say... she trusts daddy... she will cooperate... I will let you all fuck her... but only on my conditions," the Cameraman said, his cock throbbing hard in his black pants against her belly, his hands still squeezing her plump ass cheeks over the yellow petticoat, his fingers digging deeper into her ass cheeks, feeling every soft curve, his palms kneading them slowly, savoring how they filled his hands, his cock pulsing with pervert excitement as he held her close.
Giridhar Sir’s face twisted with anger, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his fists clenching.
"What conditions? I will call the principal right now if she doesn’t cooperate!" Giridhar Sir shouted, his voice booming, his cock throbbing visibly in his trousers.
The Cameraman smiled coldly, his cock throbbing against my wife’s belly, his hands still grabbing and squeezing her ass cheeks over the yellow petticoat, his fingers roaming over her ass cheeks, feeling the panty line visible over her ass cheeks through the yellow petticoat, his palms kneading her ass cheeks harder, savoring every soft curve, his face half-closed eyes in pleasure, lips parted, breathing heavy as he spoke.
"Threatening will not make a woman cooperate... one cannot enjoy without woman’s cooperation... she must want it... she must give herself willingly... open her pussy for you... spread her thighs for you... moan for you... beg for you... if she is scared... she will never give you that... she must feel safe... feel loved... then she will surrender... then you can fuck her properly... deep... hard... make her cum... make her yours... but only if she wants it... first condition... all of you... go on your knees... apologise to her... say sorry for scaring her... for slapping her... then she will listen to daddy... then she will let you fuck her," the Cameraman said, his cock throbbing violently against her belly, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks over the yellow petticoat, his fingers digging deeper, feeling every curve of her ass cheeks, his palms kneading them slowly, savoring how full and soft they felt, his cock pulsing with pervert lust as he held her close.
Giridhar Sir’s face twisted with anger, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his fists clenching, looking at the boys, their cocks throbbing in their trousers, their faces furious, but they knew the Cameraman controlled the situation.
Giridhar Sir looked at the boys, then at my wife in the Cameraman’s arms, her boobs heaving over her white bra, her thick juicy thighs trembling against him, her plump ass cheeks being squeezed by the Cameraman over her yellow petticoat.
Giridhar Sir dropped to his knees, his cock still throbbing in his trousers, anger burning in his eyes, but he bowed his head.
"Sudha... I am sorry... for slapping you... for scaring you... please forgive me," Giridhar Sir said, his voice low and forced, his cock throbbing with suppressed rage.
The boys followed, their cocks throbbing in their trousers, dropping to their knees one by one, their faces angry and horny, their eyes still on my wife’s boobs inside the white bra and yellow petticoat, their breathing heavy.
"Sudha akka... sorry... we scared you... please forgive us," Arjun said, his cock throbbing.
"Sudha akka... sorry... we didn’t mean to scare you," Vikram said, his cock throbbing.
"Sudha akka... sorry... forgive us," Suresh said, his cock throbbing.
"Sudha akka... sorry... please," Karthik said, his cock throbbing.
My wife felt relieved, her boobs rising and falling inside her white bra, her large dark eyes still teary but softening, her thick juicy thighs trembling less under the yellow petticoat, her plump ass cheeks relaxing slightly in the Cameraman’s hands over her yellow petticoat.
The Cameraman looked at my wife, his cock throbbing in his black pants against her belly, his hands still grabbing her ass cheeks over the yellow petticoat, squeezing gently.
"My baby... accept their apology... forgive them... daddy wants you to be happy... daddy wants you to cooperate... to let them fuck you... forgive them... for daddy," he said softly, his cock pulsing against her belly, his hands kneading her ass cheeks slowly over the yellow petticoat, his face half-closed eyes in pleasure, lips parted, breathing heavy as he felt her curves.
My wife looked at them on their knees, her boobs heaving inside her white bra, her large dark eyes soft, tears drying slowly.
"Okay... I forgive you all...," she said softly, her voice trembling but relieved, her thick juicy thighs relaxing under the yellow petticoat, her plump ass cheeks shifting in the Cameraman’s hands over her yellow petticoat.
My wife and I were still cornered, fear lingering in the air, my wife’s boobs heaving inside her white bra, her large dark eyes filled with mixed relief and fear, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow petticoat, my heart pounding with helpless rage, my balls aching with angry fear as they controlled us, controlled her, in the luxurious living room.

[novelistcasanova]

The Cameraman looked at Giridhar Sir and the boys, his cock throbbing hard in his black pants against my wife’s belly, his hands grabbing her plump ass cheeks over the yellow petticoat, squeezing them possessively, his fingers digging into the soft curves of her ass cheeks through the yellow petticoat, feeling the warmth of her ass cheeks, his palms roaming slowly over her ass cheeks, kneading them gently, savoring how full and round they felt in his grip.

"Excuse us... Giridhar Sir... boys... give us a moment," the Cameraman said, his voice calm but commanding, his cock pulsing against her belly, his hands still squeezing her ass cheeks over the yellow petticoat, his fingers digging deeper, feeling every soft curve, his palms kneading them slowly, savoring how they filled his hands.
He put his arm around my wife’s waist over her yellow petticoat, pulling her close to his side, his hand sliding down to grab her plump ass cheeks again over the yellow petticoat, squeezing gently, then looked at me and nodded for me to follow. I walked with them, my heart pounding with helpless rage, as he led us to a quiet corner of the living room, away from the others.
In the corner, the Cameraman kept his arm around my wife’s waist over her yellow petticoat, his hand grabbing her plump ass cheeks again over the yellow petticoat, squeezing them softly, his fingers digging into her ass cheeks, feeling the full curves through the yellow petticoat, his cock throbbing hard in his black pants against her hip, his face half-closed eyes in pleasure as he spoke quietly to us.
"Listen... both of you... you are trapped... Giridhar Sir and the boys are horny... their cocks are throbbing... and Sudha, they will definitely want to fuck you at any cost... they won’t stop... if you refuse to let them fuck you now... Giridhar Sir will call the principal... ruin your degree... blacklist you... destroy your future... you will lose everything... your dream... gone... the smart thing to do is let them fuck you... give them what they want... cooperate... or you lose it all," the Cameraman said, his voice low and serious, his cock throbbing against her hip, his hand still grabbing her ass cheeks over the yellow petticoat, squeezing them slowly, his fingers roaming over her ass cheeks, feeling every lush curve, his palm kneading her ass cheeks gently, savoring how soft and full they felt, his cock pulsing with pervert excitement.
He continued, his hand sliding up her lower back then down again to grab her ass cheeks harder over the yellow petticoat, his fingers digging deeper, feeling the panty line visible over her ass cheeks through the yellow petticoat, his cock throbbing hard against her hip, his face half-closed eyes in pleasure as he adjusted her white bra straps on her shoulders with his other hand, tugging the white bra straps gently, straightening them over her shoulders, his fingers brushing the white bra cups lightly, feeling her boobs through the white bra, savoring how full and round they felt, his cock pulsing violently against her hip.
"Trust me... I have a plan... I will protect you... but you must cooperate... let them fuck you... or they will destroy you... trust daddy... daddy will make sure you get your degree... but you have to give them what they want... agree... or lose everything," he said, his cock throbbing against her hip, his hand still grabbing and squeezing her ass cheeks over the yellow petticoat, his other hand tugging her white bra straps gently, adjusting them on her shoulders, his fingers brushing her boobs through the white bra, his face half-closed eyes in pleasure, lips parted, breathing heavy as he felt her tremble in his arms.
My wife and I looked at each other, our eyes meeting, her large dark eyes filled with tears and fear, her boobs heaving inside the white bra, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow petticoat, my heart pounding with helpless rage and love, my cock hard with angry fear.
I looked at the Cameraman, my voice shaking with desperation.
"I can’t let them fuck my wife... please... do something... find another way... I can’t watch them take her... she is mine... only mine... please... help us," I said, my throat tight, tears stinging my eyes, my arm gripping her waist over her yellow saree, my heart breaking.
My wife looked at the Cameraman, her boobs rising and falling inside the white bra, her large dark eyes teary and pleading.
"Daddy... I will never let them fuck me... I belong to Rajesh... only him... please... don’t let them... find a way... I can’t... I won’t," she whispered, her voice trembling, tears slipping down her cheeks, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow petticoat, her plump ass cheeks shifting in his hands over her yellow petticoat.
The Cameraman smiled softly, his cock throbbing hard in his black pants against her hip, his hand still grabbing her ass cheeks over the yellow petticoat, squeezing them slowly, his fingers digging deeper into her ass cheeks, feeling every lush curve, his other hand tugging her white bra straps gently, adjusting them on her shoulders, his fingers brushing her boobs through the white bra, savoring how full and round they felt, his face half-closed eyes in pleasure, lips parted, breathing heavy as he spoke.
"This day is not yours... both of you have to listen to me... trust daddy... daddy knows best... daddy has a plan... agree... or lose everything," he said, his cock pulsing against her hip, his hand kneading her ass cheeks slowly over the yellow petticoat, his face showing pure control and pervert lust.
My wife and I looked at each other again, fear and despair in our eyes, then at the Cameraman, our voices trembling in unison.
"Okay... daddy... we trust you... we agree... do what you have to... we know you will only do what is best for me," my wife whispered, her boobs heaving inside the white bra, her large dark eyes soft with reluctant trust, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow petticoat.
"We trust you... we agree... please... protect her," I said, my voice breaking, my heart aching, my cock hard with helpless rage and fear, my arm still around her waist over her yellow saree.
My wife and I were trapped, fear and despair gripping us, my wife’s boobs heaving inside her white bra, her large dark eyes filled with trust and lingering tears, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow petticoat, my heart pounding with helpless rage, my balls aching with angry fear as the Cameraman controlled us, his hands on her ass cheeks over her yellow petticoat, his cock throbbing against her, in the luxurious living room.





The Cameraman walked over to Giridhar Sir and the boys, standing a few steps away from my wife and me, his cock throbbing hard in his black pants, his voice calm but commanding.
"There is one condition," the Cameraman said, his eyes on Giridhar Sir and the boys, his cock pulsing in his black pants.
Giridhar Sir and the boys looked at him, their cocks throbbing in their trousers, desperate and horny, their eyes flicking to my wife’s boobs inside the white bra and yellow petticoat, their breathing heavy.
"Anything... we will do anything to fuck your wife... just tell us," Giridhar Sir said, his cock throbbing visibly in his trousers, his voice thick with lust.
"We will do anything... just let us fuck her... name the condition," Arjun said, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his eyes on my wife’s boobs over her white bra.
"Anything... we are ready... we want to fuck her so bad," Vikram said, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his mouth watering.
"Tell us... we will do it... we need to fuck her," Suresh said, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his hands clenching.
"Anything... just let us fuck her," Karthik said, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his eyes wild with lust.
The Cameraman smiled, his cock throbbing hard in his black pants, his voice firm.
"Sudha is like my daughter... she will do anything I say... she will let you fuck her... but only if I tell her to... she listens to daddy... she trusts daddy... she will open her pussy for you... spread her thighs for you... moan for you... but only when daddy says yes," the Cameraman said, his cock throbbing in his black pants, his eyes on Giridhar Sir and the boys.
Giridhar Sir and the boys looked at my wife desperately, their cocks throbbing in their trousers, their eyes devouring her boobs inside the white bra and yellow petticoat, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow petticoat, her plump ass cheeks visible under the yellow petticoat, their mouths watering, their breathing heavy.
The Cameraman looked at Giridhar Sir, his cock throbbing hard in his black pants.
"I will let you fuck her... not only for today... and only one time," the Cameraman said, his voice firm.
Giridhar Sir looked at my wife desperately, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his voice eager.
"Can I fuck her on my birthday next month? Please... just one more time... I need her," Giridhar Sir asked, his cock throbbing visibly in his trousers, his eyes on my wife’s boobs over her white bra.
The Cameraman shook his head, his cock throbbing in his black pants.
"No... only today... and only one time... take it or leave it," the Cameraman said, his voice strict.
Giridhar Sir nodded, his cock throbbing in his trousers.
"Okay... I agree... only today... one time," Giridhar Sir said, his voice thick with lust.
The Cameraman looked at the boys, his cock throbbing in his black pants.
"Only today... I will agree to let you fuck her... and only one time," the Cameraman said, his voice firm.
The boys nodded desperately, their cocks throbbing in their trousers, their eyes on my wife’s boobs inside the white bra and yellow petticoat, their breathing heavy.
The Cameraman looked at Giridhar Sir and the boys, his cock throbbing hard in his black pants, his voice strict.
"I will make her cooperate fully... I will make sure you have a lot of fun... but if Giridhar Sir or any of you cannot control yourself and cum in the process... the person cumming must leave the house immediately... no second chance... agree or no deal," the Cameraman said, his cock throbbing in his black pants.
Giridhar Sir and the boys looked at each other, their cocks throbbing in their trousers, then looked at the Cameraman and nodded.
"We agree... we will control ourselves... we want to fuck her... we accept," Giridhar Sir said, his cock throbbing in his trousers.
The boys nodded, their cocks throbbing in their trousers, their eyes on my wife’s boobs and yellow petticoat.
The Cameraman looked at them, his cock throbbing hard in his black pants.
"Go to the bedroom... get naked... wait for Sudha... now," the Cameraman said, his voice strict.
Giridhar Sir and the boys agreed readily, desperate and horny, their cocks throbbing in their trousers as they rushed to the bedroom, their eyes still on my wife’s boobs inside the white bra and yellow petticoat, their breathing heavy, their lust overwhelming.
The Cameraman came toward me and my wife, his cock throbbing in his black pants, his eyes on us.
My wife and I looked at each other, our eyes meeting, her large dark eyes filled with fear and trust, her boobs heaving inside the white bra, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow petticoat, my heart pounding with helpless rage and love, my cock hard with angry fear.
The Cameraman stood in front of us, his cock throbbing in his black pants, his voice soft but commanding.
My wife and I were trapped, fear and despair gripping us, my wife’s boobs heaving inside her white bra, her large dark eyes filled with trust and lingering tears, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow petticoat, my heart pounding with helpless rage, my balls aching with angry fear as the Cameraman controlled us, his cock throbbing, in the luxurious living room.



The Cameraman walked over to Giridhar Sir and the boys, standing a few steps away from my wife and me, his cock throbbing hard in his black pants, his voice calm but commanding.
"There is one condition... before I let you fuck her... you all must promise me something," the Cameraman said, his eyes on Giridhar Sir and the boys, his cock pulsing in his black pants.
Giridhar Sir and the boys looked at him, their cocks throbbing in their trousers, desperate and horny, their eyes flicking to my wife’s boobs inside the white bra and yellow petticoat, their breathing heavy.
"Anything... we will promise anything to fuck her... just tell us," Giridhar Sir said, his cock throbbing visibly in his trousers, his voice thick with lust.
"We will promise anything... just let us fuck her," Arjun said, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his eyes on my wife’s boobs over her white bra.
"Anything... we are ready... we want to fuck her," Vikram said, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his mouth watering.
"Tell us... we promise... we need to fuck her," Suresh said, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his hands clenching.
"Anything... just let us fuck her," Karthik said, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his eyes wild with lust.
The Cameraman smiled, his cock throbbing hard in his black pants, his voice firm and strict.
"Sudha is like my daughter... she will do anything I say... she will let you fuck her... but only if I tell her to... she listens to daddy... she trusts daddy... she will open her pussy for you... spread her thighs for you... moan for you... but only when daddy says yes... now... promise me... you will follow my conditions...," the Cameraman said, his cock throbbing in his black pants, his eyes on Giridhar Sir and the boys.
Giridhar Sir looked at the boys, their cocks throbbing in their trousers, then looked at the Cameraman, desperation and lust in his eyes.
"I promise... I will follow your conditions...," Giridhar Sir said, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his voice thick.
The Cameraman looked at Giridhar Sir sternly, his cock throbbing in his black pants.
"One more promise... after this... you will never call the principal... never ruin her degree... never blacklist her... you will leave her alone after today... promise me now... or no deal," the Cameraman said, his voice strict.
Giridhar Sir hesitated, his cock throbbing in his trousers, but his desperation won.
"I promise... after this... I will never call the principal... I will never ruin her degree... I will never blacklist her... I will leave her alone after today... I promise," Giridhar Sir said, his voice low and forced, his cock throbbing with suppressed rage.
The boys followed, their cocks throbbing in their trousers, dropping to their knees one by one, their faces angry and horny, their eyes still on my wife’s boobs inside the white bra and yellow petticoat, their breathing heavy.
"We promise... we will follow...... we will leave her alone after today... we want to fuck her," Arjun said, his cock throbbing in his trousers.
"We promise... we will do it," Vikram said, his cock throbbing in his trousers.
"We promise... anything... we want her," Suresh said, his cock throbbing in his trousers.
"We promise... we want to fuck her," Karthik said, his cock throbbing in his trousers.
The Cameraman nodded, his cock throbbing hard in his black pants, his voice strict.
"Good... you all promised... now go to the bedroom... get naked... wait for Sudha... I will bring her..." the Cameraman said, his cock throbbing in his black pants.
Giridhar Sir and the boys agreed readily, desperate and horny, their cocks throbbing in their trousers as they rushed to the bedroom, their eyes still on my wife’s boobs inside the white bra and yellow petticoat, their breathing heavy, their lust overwhelming.
The Cameraman came toward me and my wife, his cock throbbing in his black pants, his eyes on us.
My wife and I looked at each other, our eyes meeting, her large dark eyes filled with fear and trust, her boobs heaving inside the white bra, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow petticoat, my heart pounding with helpless rage and love, my cock hard with angry fear.
The Cameraman stood in front of us, his cock throbbing in his black pants, his voice soft but commanding.
My wife and I were trapped, fear and despair gripping us, my wife’s boobs heaving inside her white bra, her large dark eyes filled with trust and lingering tears, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow petticoat, my heart pounding with helpless rage, my balls aching with angry fear as the Cameraman controlled us, his cock throbbing, in the luxurious living room.

[novelistcasanova]

The Cameraman walked back toward my wife and me, his cock throbbing hard in his black pants, his eyes fixed on my wife’s boobs heaving inside her white bra, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow petticoat, her plump ass cheeks shifting as she stood close to me on the maroon leather sofa.

He stopped in front of us, his cock pulsing in his black pants, his voice low and confident.
"My baby... I have a plan... the plan is simple... I know you don’t want to sleep with them and get fucked... you don’t want Giridhar Sir and the boys to have your pussy... to make you moan... to cum inside you... I understand... but they are desperate... their cocks are throbbing... they will fuck you at any cost," the Cameraman said, his cock throbbing harder in his black pants, his eyes on my wife’s boobs inside her white bra, his voice thick with pervert excitement.
He continued, his cock throbbing in his black pants, his voice dropping lower.
"To not get fucked... here is the plan... Giridhar Sir and the boys will be naked in the bedroom... waiting for you... you must go in... tease them... tempt them... stroke their cocks... suck their cocks... do whatever it takes... make them cum... make them spill their cum... before they can fuck you... if you make them cum first... they will be done... you will be safe... no fucking... no pussy for them... just your hands... your mouth... your teasing... make them cum... and you win," the Cameraman said, his cock throbbing violently in his black pants, his eyes on my wife’s boobs over her white bra, his breathing heavier.
My naive wife listened, her boobs rising and falling inside her white bra, her large dark eyes widening with sudden hope, her thick juicy thighs shifting under the yellow petticoat, her plump ass cheeks relaxing slightly, a small smile forming on her lips as she felt victory already.
"I can easily handle the boys... they always wanted me to stroke their cocks... or suck their cocks... I will make them cum... I will tease them... make them spill... and Giridhar Sir... I can easily make him cum too... I will do it... I will win... we will win... I can feel victory already," she said, her voice innocent and confident, her boobs heaving inside her white bra, her thick juicy thighs trembling less under the yellow petticoat, her plump ass cheeks shifting as she stood straighter, her large dark eyes shining with naive determination.




 The Cameraman walked back toward my wife and me, his cock throbbing hard in his black pants, his eyes fixed on my wife’s boobs heaving inside her white bra, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow petticoat, her plump ass cheeks shifting as she stood close to me on the maroon leather sofa.
He stopped in front of us, his cock pulsing in his black pants, his voice low and naughty, a pervert glint in his eyes.
"My baby... tell daddy... do you like cocks? Other man’s cock? Do you get excited thinking about them... hard... throbbing... ready for you?" the Cameraman asked, his cock throbbing harder in his black pants, his voice teasing and filthy, his eyes on her boobs over her white bra.
My wife blushed deeply, her boobs rising and falling inside her white bra, her large dark eyes glancing at me shyly, then back at him, her voice soft and innocent.
"No daddy... I only want Rajesh’s cock... not anybody’s cock... only my husband’s cock... only his... I love only him," she said, her thick juicy thighs shifting under the yellow petticoat, her plump ass cheeks clenching nervously, her boobs heaving over her white bra, her cheeks flushed scarlet.
The Cameraman smiled naughtily, his cock throbbing in his black pants, his voice low and coaxing.
"Don’t feel shy, my baby... daddy is asking to make you feel horny... before going to the bedroom... feel free to say... your husband won’t mind... he loves you... he wants you excited... tell daddy... what kind of cocks you like... be honest... daddy will keep it between us," he said, his cock pulsing harder, his eyes dark with pervert lust, his breathing heavier.
My wife looked at me, her boobs heaving inside her white bra, her large dark eyes searching mine for permission, seeing no anger, only helpless love and fear, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow petticoat, her plump ass cheeks shifting as she gathered courage.
She looked back at the Cameraman, her voice soft and hesitant, her mouth beginning to water, her lips parting slightly, her large dark eyes glazing with sudden heat.
"Sometimes... I watch porn... and I see cocks... different cocks... some long and thin... some short and thick... some curved upward... some straight... some with big heads... some with thick veins... some smooth... some bumpy... some with heavy balls... some with tight balls... I like cocks that are thick... really thick... so thick my fingers can’t close around them... cocks that stretch my mouth when I suck them... cocks that fill my hands completely... cocks that throb hard... leak precum... cocks that look powerful... ready to fuck... cocks that make my pussy wet just looking at them... cocks that make my mouth water... like now... I can feel my mouth watering... thinking about thick cocks... big cocks... hard cocks... I get horny thinking about them... but I only want Rajesh’s cock... only his... but yes... I like thick cocks... very thick cocks... they make me feel... excited," she said, her voice trembling with naughty honesty, her mouth watering visibly, her lips glistening, her boobs heaving faster inside her white bra, her thick juicy thighs pressing together under the yellow petticoat, her plump ass cheeks clenching, her pussy mound outlined softly through the maroon panties and yellow petticoat, her large dark eyes glazing with heat, her body trembling with arousal, victory and lust mixing in her expression as she confessed, feeling the thrill already.
I stood there, my heart pounding with helpless rage and twisted arousal, my cock hard inside my white dhoti, leaking precum, watching my wife confess her horny thoughts, her mouth watering, her body trembling, my balls aching with angry fear and sick excitement in the luxurious living room.



The Cameraman looked at my wife, his cock throbbing hard in his black pants, his voice soft and reassuring as he stood close to her.
"My baby... don’t feel nervous... you are in control now... you decide how far they go... daddy is with you... we are going to the bedroom... come... hold daddy’s hand," he said, his cock pulsing in his black pants, his hand reaching for hers.
My wife nodded, her boobs heaving inside her white bra, her large dark eyes still teary but trusting, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow petticoat. The Cameraman held her hand gently, his fingers interlacing with hers, and started walking toward the bedroom, pulling her along slowly, his cock throbbing against his black pants as he felt her warmth beside him. I followed close behind, my heart pounding with helpless rage and fear, my cock hard inside my white dhoti, leaking precum, watching them walk hand in hand.
We entered the bedroom — it was big and luxurious, a massive king-size bed in the center with white silk sheets gleaming softly, soft golden lights glowing from wall sconces, thick velvet curtains framing tall windows, a plush carpet underfoot, a crystal chandelier overhead casting warm sparkles, mirrors on one wall reflecting every angle, a faint scent of expensive cologne lingering, the room screaming wealth and hidden sin.
Giridhar Sir and the boys were already waiting inside, naked, their cocks hard and throbbing the moment they saw my wife in her white bra and yellow petticoat, their eyes devouring her boobs heaving inside the white bra, her navel deep and exposed, her pussy mound outlined softly through the maroon panties and yellow petticoat, her ass cheeks round and full under the yellow petticoat, her thick juicy thighs trembling, their cocks standing straight, leaking precum, their breathing heavy, their lust overwhelming.
The Cameraman stopped in the center of the room, still holding my wife’s hand, his cock throbbing in his black pants, his voice strict.
"One more condition... only one man can touch Sudha at a time... no crowding... one by one... agree," the Cameraman said, his cock pulsing in his black pants, his eyes on Giridhar Sir and the boys.
Giridhar Sir and the boys nodded eagerly, no words, their cocks throbbing hard, their eyes locked on my wife’s boobs and yellow petticoat, their breathing heavy, desperate to start.
The Cameraman turned to my wife, his cock throbbing in his black pants, his hands moving to her yellow petticoat waistband. He untied the drawstring bow on the right side slowly, his fingers lingering on her hips, then eased the yellow petticoat down her wide hips, the yellow petticoat gliding slowly over her plump ass cheeks, sliding down her thick juicy thighs, the yellow petticoat whispering against her skin as it lowered, revealing her maroon panties hugging her pussy mound and ass cheeks, the maroon panties tight against her curves, her pussy mound plump and outlined through the maroon panties, her ass cheeks round and full in the maroon panties, her thick juicy thighs completely exposed, her navel deep and sexy, her body now only in white bra and maroon panties, stunningly hot and fuckable, her boobs heaving inside the white bra, her hips flaring wide, her ass cheeks jiggling slightly as the yellow petticoat dropped to her ankles, her thick juicy thighs trembling, every inch of her glowing with erotic beauty.
He leaned close to her ear, his cock throbbing in his black pants against her hip, his voice a filthy whisper.
"My baby... target the boys one by one... tease them... make them cum... you can do this... daddy believes in you," he whispered, his breath hot on her ear, his hand squeezing her ass cheeks over her maroon panties one last time.
My wife nodded, her boobs heaving inside her white bra, her large dark eyes determined, her thick juicy thighs trembling slightly under her maroon panties, her plump ass cheeks shifting as she stepped forward.
She picked Karthik first, her boobs bouncing inside her white bra as she walked toward him, her navel deep and exposed, her pussy mound outlined through her maroon panties, her ass cheeks jiggling under her maroon panties, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together, her large dark eyes locked on his throbbing cock, her mouth watering, her body trembling with nervous excitement as she approached him in the luxurious bedroom.




My wife walked toward Karthik slowly, her boobs heaving inside her white bra, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together under her maroon panties, her plump ass cheeks jiggling slightly with each step, her navel deep and exposed, her large dark eyes locked on his throbbing cock, her mouth watering as she neared him, her body trembling with nervous excitement.
She stopped in front of him, her boobs rising and falling inside her white bra, her pussy mound outlined softly through her maroon panties, her thick juicy thighs trembling, her plump ass cheeks clenching under her maroon panties. She reached out slowly, her hand wrapping around his hard cock, grabbing his cock firmly, her fingers squeezing his cock gently, stroking his cock up and down slowly, her palm gliding over his cock head, feeling his cock throb in her hand, precum leaking from his cock tip onto her fingers, her mouth watering more as she stroked his cock harder, her boobs heaving inside her white bra, her thick juicy thighs pressing together under her maroon panties, her plump ass cheeks shifting as she leaned closer, teasing him with slow, sensual strokes of his cock.
Giridhar Sir entered the bedroom suddenly, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his eyes on my wife stroking Karthik’s cock, anger and lust flashing across his face.
"Sudha... stop... I love you... I want to enjoy you first... I need you... let me fuck you first... I can’t wait... please... I love you," Giridhar Sir said, his cock throbbing hard in his trousers, his voice desperate and possessive.
My wife looked at Giridhar Sir, her hand still stroking Karthik’s cock slowly, her boobs heaving inside her white bra, her large dark eyes teasing.
"Sir... you were violent... you slapped me... threatened me... you scared me... why should I let you fuck me first? You don’t deserve it," she said softly, her voice playful and teasing, her thick juicy thighs trembling under her maroon panties, her plump ass cheeks shifting as she stroked Karthik’s cock harder, her mouth watering, her pussy mound outlined through her maroon panties.
Giridhar Sir dropped to his knees again, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his voice pleading.
"Sudha... I am sorry... I apologized already... I was wrong... I only want to make love to you... to hold you... to feel you... to fuck you gently... please... forgive me... let me enjoy you first... I beg you," Giridhar Sir said, his cock throbbing hard, his eyes desperate.
My wife smiled slightly, her boobs heaving inside her white bra, her hand still stroking Karthik’s cock slowly, her thick juicy thighs trembling under her maroon panties.
"Okay sir... I will let you make love to me... but only one condition... you must not cum inside my pussy... pull out... cum outside... promise me," she said, her voice firm but teasing, her boobs rising and falling inside her white bra, her pussy mound outlined through her maroon panties.
Giridhar Sir looked up at her desperately, his cock throbbing in his trousers.
"Please Sudha... I want to cum inside your pussy... fill you... please... let me cum inside... I beg you," Giridhar Sir begged, his cock throbbing hard, his voice pleading.
My wife shook her head, her boobs heaving inside her white bra, her large dark eyes strict.
"No sir... promise me... no cumming inside my pussy... or I won’t let you fuck me," she said, her voice teasing, her thick juicy thighs shifting under her maroon panties, her plump ass cheeks clenching.
Giridhar Sir nodded, his cock throbbing in his trousers.
"I promise... I will not cum inside your pussy... I will pull out... I promise... please... let me fuck you," Giridhar Sir said, his voice thick with lust and desperation.
The Cameraman joined them, his cock throbbing in his black pants, his voice calm.
"I will watch... make sure he doesn’t cum inside your pussy... I will be close... daddy will protect you," the Cameraman said, his cock pulsing in his black pants, his eyes on my wife’s boobs over her white bra.
Giridhar Sir stood up, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his arms opening.
He hugged my wife tightly, wrapping his arms around her waist over her yellow petticoat, pulling her close, his cock pressing hard against her belly through his trousers, his hands grabbing her plump ass cheeks over the yellow petticoat, squeezing them possessively, his face burying in her hair, breathing heavy with lust.
"Sudha... I want to enjoy you alone... please... let daddy watch... but let me have you first... alone," Giridhar Sir said, his cock throbbing against her belly, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks over her yellow petticoat.
The Cameraman nodded, his cock throbbing in his black pants.
"Okay... daddy will watch close... make sure he doesn’t cum inside your pussy... enjoy her... but remember your promise," the Cameraman said, his cock pulsing in his black pants, his eyes on my wife’s boobs inside her white bra.




Giridhar Sir stepped close to my wife, his cock throbbing hard in his trousers, his hands grabbing her waist over her yellow petticoat, pulling her against him tightly, his fingers digging into her soft hips through the yellow petticoat, feeling the warmth of her hips, his palms squeezing her hips possessively, savoring how her hips flared wide in his grip, his cock pressing urgently against her belly through his trousers.
He leaned in slowly, his face inches from hers, his breath hot on her lips. He kissed her lips gently at first, his lips pressing against her soft lips, tasting her sweetness, his tongue flicking out to lick her lower lip slowly, teasing her mouth open, his cock throbbing harder against her belly as he deepened the kiss, his lips sucking her lower lip, then her upper lip, his tongue sliding into her mouth, exploring her tongue, swirling slowly, tasting her, his hands squeezing her hips over the yellow petticoat, pulling her closer, his cock grinding against her belly, his breathing heavy with pleasure.
My wife stood stiff at first, her boobs heaving inside her white bra, her thick juicy thighs trembling under her maroon panties, her plump ass cheeks clenching, trying to control herself, her large dark eyes closing tightly, her lips resisting, her body tense as Giridhar Sir kissed her, his tongue pushing deeper into her mouth, his hands squeezing her hips harder, his cock throbbing against her belly, his enjoyment clear in his low groans, his lips devouring hers, sucking her tongue, tasting every inch of her mouth.
The Cameraman moved silently behind my wife, his cock throbbing hard in his black pants, his body pressing close against her back, his chest against her shoulders, his hands sliding down her back over her white bra straps, fingers gliding slowly along her spine, then lower to her lower back, his palms roaming over her ass cheeks over the yellow petticoat, squeezing her plump ass cheeks gently.
His left hand eased lower, sliding inside the back of her maroon panties from behind, his fingers slipping under the waistband of her maroon panties, gliding down between her plump ass cheeks, feeling the warm space between her ass cheeks, his fingertips rubbing slowly along the skin between her ass cheeks, teasing her asshole lightly, circling the tight ring of her asshole, his fingers spreading her ass cheeks gently, exploring the space inside her maroon panties, his palm pressing against her ass cheeks from inside, kneading her ass cheeks slowly, his middle finger rubbing up and down her ass crack inside her maroon panties, feeling the heat of her asshole, his cock throbbing violently in his black pants against her lower back, his face half-closed eyes in extreme pleasure, lips parted, breathing heavy and ragged as he felt her ass cheeks clench around his hand inside her maroon panties, savoring her warmth, her tightness, her vulnerability, his pervert lust growing with every touch.
Only then, with the Cameraman’s fingers rubbing her asshole inside her maroon panties, her ass cheeks clenching around his hand, her pussy mound outlined through her maroon panties, her thick juicy thighs pressing together under her maroon panties, her body reacted instantly — a sudden shiver ran through her, her boobs heaving faster inside her white bra, her nipples hardening more inside the white bra cups, her pussy lips swelling and parting slightly inside her maroon panties, her clit throbbing hard under her maroon panties, her pussy getting wetter, her pussy juices soaking her maroon panties crotch, her asshole clenching tighter around the Cameraman’s finger inside her maroon panties, her thick juicy thighs trembling violently, her plump ass cheeks relaxing and clenching around his hand, her boobs rising and falling rapidly inside her white bra, her large dark eyes fluttering open, glazing with intense heat, her mouth watering more, her lips parting wider, her tongue pushing back against Giridhar Sir’s tongue, kissing his lips harder, sucking his tongue deeper, her boobs pressing against his chest over her white bra, her thick juicy thighs rubbing against his legs, her plump ass cheeks shifting as the Cameraman’s fingers teased her asshole inside her maroon panties, her pussy mound wet and swollen inside her maroon panties, her navel deep and exposed, her hips rocking slightly against Giridhar Sir, losing control completely, moaning softly into his mouth, her body trembling with overwhelming arousal, her pussy dripping inside her maroon panties, her clit throbbing hard, her asshole clenching rhythmically around the Cameraman’s finger, her thick juicy thighs quivering, her plump ass cheeks clenching and relaxing around his hand, her boobs heaving faster inside her white bra, her large dark eyes hazy with lust, her mouth watering uncontrollably, her body on fire with sudden, uncontrollable need.
She pulled back slightly from Giridhar Sir’s kiss, her boobs heaving inside her white bra, her large dark eyes hazy with lust, her lips glistening from the kiss, her voice breathy and shaky, the Cameraman’s hand still inside her maroon panties, rubbing her ass cheeks and teasing her asshole.
"Sir... promise me again... you won’t cum inside my pussy... pull out... promise me... please," she whispered, her thick juicy thighs trembling under her maroon panties, her plump ass cheeks clenching around the Cameraman’s hand inside her maroon panties, her boobs rising and falling rapidly inside her white bra, her mouth still watering from the kiss, her pussy dripping inside her maroon panties.
Giridhar Sir looked at her, his cock throbbing hard in his trousers against her belly, his voice thick with lust.
"I promise... I won’t cum inside your pussy... I will pull out... I promise... I just want to fuck you... feel you... make you cum," Giridhar Sir said, his cock pulsing against her belly, his hands squeezing her hips over her yellow petticoat, his eyes dark with desire.
The Cameraman stood close, his cock throbbing in his black pants, his left hand still inside her maroon panties, rubbing her ass cheeks and teasing her asshole, his voice calm.
"I will watch... make sure he keeps his promise... daddy is here... daddy will protect you," the Cameraman said, his cock throbbing in his black pants, his fingers squeezing her ass cheeks inside her maroon panties, his face half-closed eyes in pleasure.

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My wife held his face with both hands, her fingers digging into his cheeks, pulling his face toward her urgently, her large dark eyes locking onto his eyes, gazing deeply into his eyes with hazy lust and temptation, her boobs heaving against his chest, her thick juicy thighs trembling around his waist, her plump ass cheeks shifting as she kissed his lips nicely, her lips pressing softly against his lips, her tongue sliding into his mouth slowly, tasting his tongue, swirling her tongue with his tongue teasingly, sucking his tongue gently, then deeper, moaning into his mouth, her pussy clenching around his tongue, her clit throbbing against his tongue, her asshole clenching, her navel quivering, her boobs pressing harder against his chest, her thick juicy thighs tightening around his waist, her plump ass cheeks clenching as she kissed him deeper, her tongue teasing his tongue slowly, licking the inside of his mouth sensually, tasting him fully, her large dark eyes locked on his, tempting him with slow, seductive kisses, her lips sucking his lower lip, then his upper lip, her tongue flicking his tongue, swirling around his tongue, pulling his tongue into her mouth, sucking it gently, then harder, moaning into his mouth, her pussy clenching around his tongue, her clit throbbing, her asshole clenching, her boobs heaving against him, her thick juicy thighs rubbing against his sides, her plump ass cheeks shifting, her kisses growing more tempting, more seductive, her tongue dancing with his tongue, her lips nibbling his lips, her mouth watering, her large dark eyes hazy with lust, tempting him completely to fuck her harder.
Giridhar Sir kissed her lips back passionately, his tongue sliding into her mouth, tasting her tongue, swirling with her tongue, sucking her tongue deeply, his cock throbbing hard and naked against her pussy mound over her maroon panties, his cock head rubbing her pussy mound slowly, teasing her pussy opening, his cock pulsing as he got more tempted by her seductive kisses, her tongue swirling with his, her lips sucking his, her moans into his mouth driving him crazy, his cock leaking precum against her pussy mound over her maroon panties, his breathing heavy with desire.
He positioned his cock at her pussy entrance, his cock head rubbing her pussy lips slowly, teasing her pussy opening, his cock throbbing as he pushed his cock head inside her pussy, sliding his cock slowly into her pussy, inch by inch, feeling her pussy walls stretch around his cock, her pussy gripping his cock tightly, her pussy juices coating his cock, his cock filling her pussy completely, his balls pressing against her asshole, his cock buried deep inside her pussy.
"Mmm... sir... aah... yes... mmm..." she moaned into his mouth, her boobs heaving under his hands, her thick juicy thighs tightening around his waist, her plump ass cheeks clenching, her pussy clenching around his cock, her clit rubbing against his cock base, her asshole clenching, her navel quivering, her large dark eyes hazy with lust, kissing his lips passionately, her tongue swirling with his, moaning into his mouth as he fucked her pussy and kissed her at the same time, her pussy gripping his cock tightly, her pussy juices coating his cock, her boobs bouncing under his hands, her thick juicy thighs trembling, her plump ass cheeks shifting, her body lost in pleasure.
He kissed her lips deeply, his tongue sliding into her mouth, tasting her tongue, swirling with her tongue, sucking her tongue deeply, his cock sliding slowly in and out of her pussy, fucking her pussy with long, deep strokes, his cock rubbing her pussy walls, his cock head hitting deep inside her pussy, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his hips rocking slowly, fucking her pussy and kissing her lips at the same time, his tongue swirling with hers, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy, his cock filling her pussy completely each time, his balls slapping against her asshole, his hands grabbing her boobs, squeezing her boobs firmly, his fingers pinching her nipples, rubbing them, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his breathing heavy, kissing her lips deeply, sucking her tongue, tasting her mouth, fucking her pussy slowly, his cock rubbing her pussy walls, his cock head hitting deep, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his tongue teasing her tongue, his lips sucking her lips, kissing her passionately while fucking her pussy, his cock sliding in and out, his cock filling her pussy, his balls slapping her asshole, his hands squeezing her boobs, his fingers pinching her nipples, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his breathing heavy with pleasure.
"Mmm... sir... aah... yes... mmm..." she moaned into his mouth, her boobs heaving under his hands, her thick juicy thighs tightening around his waist, her plump ass cheeks clenching, her pussy clenching around his cock, her clit rubbing against his cock base, her asshole clenching, her navel quivering, her large dark eyes hazy with lust, kissing his lips passionately, her tongue swirling with his, moaning into his mouth as he fucked her pussy and kissed her at the same time, her pussy gripping his cock tightly, her pussy juices coating his cock, her boobs bouncing under his hands, her thick juicy thighs trembling, her plump ass cheeks shifting, her body lost in pleasure.




Giridhar Sir kept his cock buried deep inside my wife’s pussy, his cock throbbing hard and naked, filling her pussy completely, his cock head pressing against her deepest pussy walls, his balls resting against her asshole, his cock pulsing inside her pussy, stretching her pussy around his thick cock, her pussy gripping his cock tightly, her pussy juices coating his cock fully, her pussy clenching rhythmically around his cock, her clit throbbing against his cock base, her thick juicy thighs wrapped around his waist, her plump ass cheeks clenching under his hands.
He fucked her pussy harder, sliding his cock in and out of her pussy with powerful thrusts, his cock rubbing her pussy walls deeply, his cock head hitting her deepest pussy walls, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his hips rocking faster, fucking her pussy with hard, deep strokes, his balls slapping against her asshole loudly, his hands squeezing her boobs harder, his fingers pinching her nipples firmly, rubbing them, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his breathing heavy and ragged, kissing her lips deeply, his tongue swirling with hers, sucking her tongue, tasting her mouth, fucking her pussy harder, his cock sliding in and out faster, his cock filling her pussy completely each time, his balls slapping her asshole, his cock rubbing her pussy walls, his cock head hitting deep, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his tongue teasing her tongue, his lips sucking her lips, kissing her passionately while fucking her pussy harder, his cock sliding in and out, his cock filling her pussy, his balls slapping her asshole, his hands squeezing her boobs, his fingers pinching her nipples, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his breathing heavy with pleasure.
"Sir... please... don’t cum inside my pussy... pull out... please... I beg you... don’t cum inside me... ahh... mmm... don’t cum inside my pussy... please... pull your cock out... cum on my boobs... on my ass cheeks... on my thighs... but not inside my pussy... please... sir... ahh... I am close... don’t cum inside... please... sir... no... please... don’t fill my pussy with your cum... I beg you... pull out... please... sir... don’t... ahh... mmm... promise me... don’t cum inside my pussy... please..." she moaned desperately into his mouth, her boobs heaving rapidly, her thick juicy thighs quivering violently, her plump ass cheeks clenching and relaxing, her pussy clenching around his cock, her clit throbbing intensely, her asshole clenching rhythmically, her navel quivering, her mouth watering uncontrollably, her body trembling with uncontrollable arousal, begging him between moans and kisses as he fucked her pussy harder and kissed her passionately, her pussy gripping his cock tightly, her pussy juices coating his cock, her boobs bouncing under his hands, her thick juicy thighs trembling, her plump ass cheeks shifting, her voice breaking with desperation and pleasure, her large dark eyes hazy with lust and pleading, kissing his lips passionately, her tongue swirling with his, moaning and begging into his mouth as he fucked her pussy harder, her pussy aching, her clit throbbing hard, her body on the edge of orgasm, moaning louder and more desperately.
Giridhar Sir was in no mood to listen, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his hips rocking harder, fucking her pussy with powerful thrusts, his cock rubbing her pussy walls deeply, his cock head hitting her deepest pussy walls, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his balls slapping her asshole loudly, his hands squeezing her boobs harder, his fingers pinching her nipples firmly, rubbing them, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his breathing heavy and ragged, kissing her lips deeply, his tongue swirling with hers, sucking her tongue, tasting her mouth, fucking her pussy harder, his cock sliding in and out faster, his cock filling her pussy completely each time, his balls slapping her asshole, his cock rubbing her pussy walls, his cock head hitting deep, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his tongue teasing her tongue, his lips sucking her lips, kissing her passionately while fucking her pussy harder, his cock sliding in and out, his cock filling her pussy, his balls slapping her asshole, his hands squeezing her boobs, his fingers pinching her nipples, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his breathing heavy with pleasure, ignoring her begging, fucking her pussy harder, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his cock head hitting her deepest pussy walls, his cock pulsing inside her pussy, his balls slapping her asshole loudly, his hands squeezing her boobs harder, his fingers pinching her nipples firmly, rubbing them, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his breathing heavy and ragged, kissing her lips deeply, his tongue swirling with hers, sucking her tongue, tasting her mouth, fucking her pussy harder, his cock sliding in and out faster, his cock filling her pussy completely each time, his balls slapping her asshole, his cock rubbing her pussy walls, his cock head hitting deep, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his tongue teasing her tongue, his lips sucking her lips, kissing her passionately while fucking her pussy harder, his cock sliding in and out, his cock filling her pussy, his balls slapping her asshole, his hands squeezing her boobs, his fingers pinching her nipples, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his breathing heavy with pleasure.
"Mnmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm" she moaned as she was about to cum, her boobs heaving rapidly, her thick juicy thighs quivering violently, her plump ass cheeks clenching and relaxing, her pussy swollen and dripping, her clit throbbing intensely, her asshole clenching rhythmically, her navel quivering, her mouth watering uncontrollably, her body trembling with uncontrollable arousal.
The moment he thrust his cock deep inside her pussy one last time, his cock head hitting her deepest pussy walls, his cock throbbing violently inside her pussy, his balls tightening, his cock pulsing inside her pussy, he could not hold it anymore.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” he moaned and came deep inside my pussy, his cock spurting thick cum deep inside her pussy, flooding her pussy with his cum, his cock pulsing with each spurt, his cock filling her pussy with hot cum, his balls emptying inside her pussy, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his cum mixing with her pussy juices, his cock spurting again and again, his cock filling her pussy completely with his cum, his cock pulsing, his cock head pressing against her deepest pussy walls, his cum flooding her pussy, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his balls emptying, his cock spurting thick cum deep inside her pussy, his cock pulsing with pleasure, his cock filling her pussy with his cum, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his breathing heavy and ragged, his cock spurting the last drops of cum deep inside her pussy, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his cock pulsing, his cock emptying completely inside her pussy, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his balls empty, his cock still buried deep inside her pussy, his cock throbbing with aftershocks, his cock pulsing inside her pussy, his cum flooding her pussy, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his breathing heavy with pleasure.
The moment he came deep inside her pussy, filling her pussy with his cum, she could not hold it anymore, “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” she moaned and began cumming all over his cock, her pussy clenching violently around his cock, her clit throbbing intensely, her asshole clenching tightly, her boobs heaving rapidly, her thick juicy thighs quivering violently, her plump ass cheeks clenching and relaxing, her pussy squirting her cum onto his cock, her pussy juices flooding his cock, her clit pulsing with each wave of orgasm, her asshole clenching tightly, her navel quivering, her mouth open wide, her large dark eyes rolling back, her body arching off the bed, trembling uncontrollably, moaning louder and more desperately as she came hard, her pussy convulsing, her clit throbbing intensely, her boobs bouncing wildly, her thick juicy thighs shaking, her plump ass cheeks lifting higher, her pussy squirting again and again, her body lost in the most intense orgasm, her moans filling the room, her pussy clenching and releasing around his cock, her clit pulsing with pleasure, her asshole clenching, her navel quivering, her boobs heaving, her thick juicy thighs trembling, her plump ass cheeks clenching, her body shaking with wave after wave of orgasm, her pussy squirting her cum onto his cock, her clit throbbing hard, her asshole clenching, her navel quivering, her mouth watering, her large dark eyes glazing with intense pleasure, her body trembling with uncontrollable ecstasy.
After her orgasm, she grabbed his face with both hands, her fingers digging into his cheeks, pulling his face toward her urgently, kissing his lips passionately, her tongue sliding into his mouth, tasting her own pussy juices mixed with his cum on his tongue, sucking his tongue deeply, her boobs pressing against his chest, her thick juicy thighs wrapping around his waist, her plump ass cheeks clenching as she kissed him harder, moaning into his mouth, her pussy still pulsing with aftershocks, her clit throbbing, her asshole clenching, her navel quivering, her boobs heaving against him, her body trembling with lingering pleasure, kissing him deeply, her tongue swirling with his, tasting their mixed cum on him, her large dark eyes hazy with satisfaction and lust.





My wife kept kissing Giridhar Sir’s lips passionately, her tongue sliding into his mouth, tasting her own pussy juices mixed with his cum on his tongue, sucking his tongue deeply, her boobs pressing against his chest, her thick juicy thighs wrapped around his waist, her plump ass cheeks clenching as she kissed him harder, moaning into his mouth, her pussy still pulsing with aftershocks, her clit throbbing, her asshole clenching, her navel quivering, her boobs heaving against him, her body trembling with lingering pleasure.
She held his face with both hands, her fingers digging into his cheeks, pinching his cheeks playfully, her nails pressing into his skin, her large dark eyes hazy with lust and mock anger, her lips still kissing his lips nicely, her tongue swirling with his, sucking his lower lip, nibbling his upper lip, her kisses slow and teasing, her boobs pressing harder against his chest, her thick juicy thighs tightening around his waist, her plump ass cheeks clenching as she slapped his left cheek lightly, playfully, her palm connecting with a soft smack, then her right hand slapping his right cheek gently, her fingers pinching his cheeks again, pulling his face closer, kissing his lips harder, her tongue sliding deeper into his mouth, tasting their mixed cum, moaning into his mouth.
"Sir... you broke your promise... you came inside my pussy... ahh... you filled my pussy with your cum... mmm... bad sir... you promised not to cum inside... but you did... ahh... you naughty... mmm..." she moaned into his mouth, her voice breathy and teasing, her boobs heaving against his chest, her thick juicy thighs trembling around his waist, her plump ass cheeks clenching, her pussy still pulsing with aftershocks around his cock, her clit throbbing against his cock base, her asshole clenching, her navel quivering, her large dark eyes hazy with lust and playful accusation, kissing his lips nicely, her tongue swirling with his, sucking his tongue deeply, her fingers pinching his cheeks harder, slapping his cheeks again playfully, her palm connecting with soft smacks, her kisses growing more tempting, her tongue teasing his tongue, her lips nibbling his lips, moaning into his mouth, her pussy clenching around his cock, her clit throbbing, her asshole clenching, her boobs pressing harder, her thick juicy thighs tightening, her plump ass cheeks shifting, her body trembling with lingering pleasure and mock scolding, kissing him passionately while accusing him playfully.
Giridhar Sir kissed her lips back deeply, his tongue swirling with hers, sucking her tongue, tasting their mixed cum, his cock still buried deep inside her pussy, throbbing with aftershocks, his cock pulsing inside her pussy, his balls empty, his cock filling her pussy with his cum, his hands squeezing her boobs firmly, his fingers pinching her nipples, rubbing them, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his breathing heavy, kissing her passionately, his tongue teasing her tongue, his lips sucking her lips, ignoring her playful accusations, enjoying her kisses and her pussy gripping his cock.
"Sir... mmm... you bad... ahh... you came inside... mmm... my pussy is full of your cum... aah... you promised... but you did it... mmm... naughty sir..." she moaned into his mouth, her boobs heaving against his chest, her thick juicy thighs tightening around his waist, her plump ass cheeks clenching, her pussy clenching around his cock, her clit throbbing against his cock base, her asshole clenching, her navel quivering, her large dark eyes hazy with lust and playful anger, pinching his cheeks harder, slapping his cheeks again lightly, her palm connecting with soft smacks, kissing his lips passionately, her tongue swirling with his, moaning into his mouth, her pussy pulsing around his cock, her clit throbbing, her asshole clenching, her boobs pressing harder, her thick juicy thighs trembling, her plump ass cheeks shifting, her body lost in pleasure and teasing accusation.



Giridhar Sir kept his cock buried deep inside my wife’s pussy, his cock throbbing hard and naked, filling her pussy completely, his cock head pressed against her deepest pussy walls, his balls resting against her asshole, his cock pulsing inside her pussy, stretching her pussy around his thick cock, her pussy gripping his cock tightly, her pussy juices coating his cock fully, her pussy clenching rhythmically around his cock, her clit throbbing against his cock base, her thick juicy thighs wrapped around his waist, her plump ass cheeks clenching under his hands.
He turned his head toward the boys, his cock still deep inside her pussy, his voice low and teasing, thick with pleasure as he spoke while slowly rocking his hips, sliding his cock in and out of her pussy just enough to feel her pussy clench.
"Boys... you should feel this... feel what I am feeling right now... her pussy is cumming all over my cock... her pussy is squeezing my cock so tight... her pussy is squirting... her pussy juices are flooding my cock... her pussy is convulsing... her clit is throbbing against my cock base... her pussy keeps cumming... wave after wave... her pussy is milking my cock... her pussy is so wet... so hot... her pussy is still cumming... feel that... you will never feel anything like this... her pussy is perfect... her pussy is cumming non-stop... her pussy is gripping me... her pussy is squirting again... ahh... her pussy is heaven..." Giridhar Sir said, his voice dripping with filthy pleasure, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his hips rocking slowly, fucking her pussy gently while describing her pussy cumming to the boys, his balls resting against her asshole, his cock pulsing inside her pussy, his breathing heavy, his eyes half-closed with ecstasy.
My wife felt shy, her boobs heaving against his chest, her thick juicy thighs trembling around his waist, her plump ass cheeks clenching under his hands, her pussy still pulsing around his cock, her clit throbbing against his cock base, her asshole clenching, her navel quivering, her large dark eyes lowering shyly, her cheeks flushed scarlet, her mouth watering, her body trembling with lingering pleasure and embarrassment as he described her pussy cumming to the boys, her pussy clenching around his cock again, her clit throbbing, her asshole clenching, her boobs pressing harder against him, her thick juicy thighs tightening, her plump ass cheeks shifting, her shyness mixing with arousal, her large dark eyes glancing up at him then away, her lips parting, her breathing shaky.
The boys stood around the bed, their cocks throbbing hard and naked, their eyes fixed on my wife’s boobs heaving against Giridhar Sir’s chest, her thick juicy thighs wrapped around his waist, her plump ass cheeks clenching under his hands, her pussy hidden but clenching around his cock, her clit throbbing, her asshole clenching, her navel quivering, their cocks leaking precum, their breathing heavy, their lust growing wilder as they heard him describe her pussy cumming, their cocks throbbing harder, their balls tightening, their eyes hungry, their cocks pulsing with need, their bodies tense with horny desperation, watching her boobs bounce, her thick juicy thighs tremble, her plump ass cheeks shift, her shyness only making them hornier.

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Giridhar Sir pulled his cock out of my wife’s pussy, his cock still throbbing, coated with her pussy juices and his cum, his cock head glistening as it slid free from her pussy lips, his cum dripping from her pussy entrance, leaking down her pussy lips onto her asshole and the white silk sheets below, his cock pulsing with aftershocks, his balls empty but heavy, his breathing ragged as he moved aside, his cock hanging thick and spent between his legs.
"Boys... go on... she is ready," Giridhar Sir said, his voice thick with satisfaction, his cock still dripping cum onto the sheets, his eyes on my wife’s pussy, her pussy lips swollen and parted, his cum leaking from her pussy entrance, her clit throbbing, her asshole clenching, her thick juicy thighs trembling, her plump ass cheeks shifting on the sheets, her boobs heaving, her navel quivering, her large dark eyes hazy with lingering pleasure.





The four boys — Arjun, Vikram, Suresh, and Karthik — swarmed onto the bed in a sudden, hungry rush, their cocks throbbing hard and naked, eyes dark with raw lust. No more waiting. No more single turns. They surrounded my wife completely, hands reaching, bodies pressing in from every side, the mattress sinking under their combined weight like the sacred bed of a Devi being claimed by her devotees.
Arjun grabbed her wrists first, pinning them above her head against the headboard with bruising force, her gold bangles clinking loudly like temple bells during a frantic pooja, the sound echoing in the room. Vikram forced her thighs apart wide, knees digging into the sheets, spreading her open as if unveiling the inner sanctum of a kovil. Suresh straddled her waist, his heavy cock resting on her lower belly just below her mangalsutra, hands already grabbing her boobs. Karthik knelt by her head, fisting her hair, tilting her face toward him, his fingers brushing the red sindoor smeared on her forehead, the kumkum now streaking down her temple like blood from a violated goddess.
My wife’s body jerked in panic, her large dark eyes wide with fear, the small red bindi between her brows trembling, her mangalsutra swaying wildly against her heaving chest, the gold waist chain around her soft waist glinting with every tremble, her silver anklets jingling softly against the sheets.
"No... please... stop... Arjun... Vikram... Suresh... Karthik... you are like my younger brothers... please... don’t... not all of you... I beg you... stop... no... please... you are too young... like my own brothers... no... please... don’t touch me... stop... my mangalsutra... my sindoor... my waist chain... my anklets... please... respect my marriage... please... stop... Rajesh... help me... Rajesh... please..." she pleaded, voice shaking, tears welling, her boobs heaving rapidly under Suresh’s grip, her thick juicy thighs trembling against Vikram’s knees, her plump ass cheeks clenching uselessly, her pussy lips still swollen and leaking Giridhar Sir’s cum. The gold of her mangalsutra glinted against her heaving chest with every sob, the red sindoor on her forehead — the sacred mark of her married status — now smeared and streaked, desecrated in front of her helpless husband, her waist chain digging slightly into her soft waist flesh as she twisted, her anklets jingling with every futile kick of her feet.
They ignored her completely, their lust too strong, their young blood too hot, no respect for her thaali, her sindoor, her waist chain, her anklets, her kalyanam.
Vikram leaned down, pressing the soft white veshti cloth — the same sacred cloth that had covered the marriage altar earlier — between her legs, wiping her pussy lips firmly, rubbing the veshti over her pussy entrance, soaking up Giridhar Sir’s thick cum and her pussy juices, cleaning her pussy lips slowly, deliberately, the veshti turning damp and sticky, his fingers brushing her clit through the cloth, making her clit throb involuntarily, her anklets jingling with every tremble of her thighs.
"Please... no... Vikram... stop... don’t... I beg you... please... my pussy... please..." she whimpered, tears spilling, her boobs heaving, her thick juicy thighs shaking, her mangalsutra swaying with each sob, her waist chain shifting against her skin.
Vikram tossed the cum-soaked veshti aside, exposing her now-clean pussy lips, swollen and parted, glistening fresh.
Arjun lowered his mouth to her boobs, kissing her left boob roughly, lips sucking her nipple hard, tongue swirling around it, teeth grazing the sensitive tip, his free hand squeezing her right boob, fingers pinching her nipple firmly, tugging it, making her nipples swell darker against the gold chain of her mangalsutra.
"Arjun... no... please... stop... not my boobs... please... I beg you... my mangalsutra... respect my marriage..." she cried, voice breaking.
Arjun pulled back slightly, admiring her boobs with dark hunger, the mangalsutra lying between them like a sacred barrier now defiled.
"Look at these boobs... so full... so heavy... nipples so hard and pink... perfect... the way your mangalsutra rests between them... so beautiful... I could worship these boobs all night..." he growled, squeezing both boobs together, thumbs rubbing her nipples in slow circles, watching them harden more under his touch, the gold chain shifting with each squeeze.
Vikram kissed her inner thighs, lips sucking the soft skin close to her pussy lips, tongue licking along her inner thighs, tasting her sweat, moving higher until his mouth hovered over her pussy lips, breathing hot against her clit, admiring her swollen pussy lips, her clit throbbing visibly, her anklets jingling with every tremble of her thighs.
"Vikram... no... please... not there... stop... I beg you... please..." she sobbed.
Vikram pulled back slightly, eyes locked on her pussy.
"Your pussy lips are so swollen... so pink... dripping wet... your clit is throbbing... look how beautiful your pussy is... perfect little pussy... like a lotus blooming... I want to taste it again..." he murmured, fingers spreading her pussy lips gently, admiring the slick, pink inner pussy lips, her clit pulsing, her asshole clenching below.
Suresh kissed her neck, lips sucking the sensitive spot below her ear, tongue licking her pulse, his hands squeezing her boobs together, thumbs rubbing her nipples in circles, admiring how her boobs swelled under his grip, nipples hard and dark, the mangalsutra lying between them.
"Suresh... please... no... stop... not my boobs... please..." she begged.
Suresh admired her boobs openly.
"These boobs are incredible... so soft... so big... nipples begging to be sucked... look how they bounce when you breathe... perfect boobs... the way your mangalsutra rests between them... like a blessing..." he said, squeezing them harder, thumbs flicking her nipples, watching them harden even more.
Karthik kissed her lips forcefully, tongue shoving into her mouth, tasting her tongue, swirling with hers, sucking her lower lip, nibbling it, his free hand grabbing her hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck for more kisses, admiring the sindoor smeared on her forehead.
"Karthik... no... please... stop kissing me... I beg you... please..." she gasped between his kisses.
Karthik pulled back slightly, admiring her lips and face.
"Your lips are so soft... so full... taste so sweet... I could kiss this mouth forever... and your eyes... so beautiful when you beg... your sindoor... so red... so sacred..." he growled, kissing her again harder, tongue forcing deeper.
All four boys kept going, mouths and hands everywhere — kissing her lips, her neck, her boobs, her nipples, her navel, her inner thighs, admiring her pussy lips, her clit, her asshole, her boobs, her ass cheeks, her thighs, their cocks slapping against her body, leaking precum on her boobs, her thighs, her belly, their breathing heavy, their lust unstoppable, ignoring every plea, every sob, every "no".
"Please... brothers... no... stop... I can’t... please... Rajesh... help... Rajesh... please..." she cried out, voice hoarse, tears streaming, body shaking violently between them, her pussy lips glistening fresh, her clit throbbing despite her fear, her asshole clenching, her boobs heaving, her thick juicy thighs trembling, her plump ass cheeks clenching, her navel quivering, her large dark eyes pleading toward me, her mangalsutra swaying, her sindoor smeared, her waist chain digging into her soft waist, her anklets jingling with every futile movement.
Giridhar Sir stood in front of me, hand on my chest, voice cold.
"One step, Rajesh. One. And her degree is finished. Stay. Watch."
I punched the wall again, blood running, knuckles raw, rage consuming me, but I couldn’t move. I could only watch as the boys kept kissing, touching, admiring, overwhelming her, setting the stage for what was coming next — no mercy, no pause, only forceful, relentless fucking.
I stood there, heart pounding with helpless rage, jealousy burning, my cock hard inside my white dhoti, leaking precum, watching them devour my wife, her pleas turning into broken sobs, her body trembling under their hands and mouths, knowing the real violation was only beginning.







The four boys — Arjun, Vikram, Suresh, and Karthik — kept their bodies pressed tight against my wife on the bed, their cocks throbbing hard and naked, hands roaming without pause, the mattress creaking under the weight. No more waiting. No more single turns. They surrounded her completely, overwhelming her from every angle.
Vikram stayed between her thighs, grabbing her hips, squeezing her hips firmly, his fingers digging into her soft hips, pulling her pussy toward him. He positioned his cock at her pussy entrance, his cock head rubbing her pussy lips slowly, teasing her pussy opening, his cock throbbing as he pushed his cock head inside her pussy, sliding his cock slowly into her pussy, inch by inch, feeling her pussy walls stretch around his cock, her pussy gripping his cock tightly, her pussy juices and previous cum coating his cock, his cock filling her pussy completely, his balls pressing against her asshole, his cock buried deep inside her pussy, his cock pulsing inside her pussy, stretching her pussy around his thick cock, her pussy gripping his cock tightly, her pussy juices coating his cock fully, her pussy clenching around his cock, her clit throbbing against his cock base, her thick juicy thighs trembling around his waist, her plump ass cheeks clenching under his hands.
"No... please... Vikram... stop... don’t fuck me... please... I beg you... not again... stop... please..." she begged, voice cracking into sobs, tears streaming down her cheeks, her boobs heaving, her thick juicy thighs shaking violently, her plump ass cheeks jiggling with each slow thrust, her clit throbbing against his cock base, her asshole clenching, her navel quivering, her large dark eyes pleading toward me across the room.
Arjun leaned over her from the side, grabbing her left boob, squeezing her boob firmly, his mouth sucking her left nipple hard, tongue swirling around her nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive tip, his free hand pinching her right nipple, rubbing it between his fingers, making her nipples swell darker.
"Arjun... no... please... stop sucking my boobs... please... I beg you..." she cried, voice breaking.
Suresh moved to her face, grabbing her chin, forcing her head toward him, kissing her lips forcefully, tongue shoving into her mouth, tasting her tongue, swirling with hers, sucking her lower lip, nibbling it, his cock slapping against her cheek, leaking precum on her face.
"Suresh... no... please... stop kissing me... please... I beg you..." she gasped between his kisses.
Karthik knelt beside her, grabbing her right boob, squeezing her boob firmly, his mouth sucking her right nipple hard, tongue lapping at her nipple, tasting her nipple, his free hand pinching her left nipple, rubbing it between his fingers, his cock slapping against her thigh, leaking precum on her thigh.
"Karthik... no... please... stop sucking my boobs... please... I beg you..." she sobbed.
Vikram kept fucking her pussy slowly, sliding his cock in and out of her pussy, his cock rubbing her pussy walls, his cock head hitting deep inside her pussy, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his hips rocking slowly, fucking her pussy with long, deep strokes, his cock filling her pussy completely each time, his balls slapping against her asshole, his hands grabbing her hips, squeezing her hips firmly, his fingers digging into her hips, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his breathing heavy, kissing her neck softly, his lips sucking her skin, his tongue licking her neck slowly, tasting her sweat, fucking her pussy slowly, his cock rubbing her pussy walls, his cock head hitting deep, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his tongue teasing her neck, his lips sucking her neck, kissing her neck passionately while fucking her pussy, his cock sliding in and out, his cock filling her pussy, his balls slapping her asshole, his hands squeezing her hips, his fingers digging into her hips, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his breathing heavy with pleasure.
"Rajesh... help... please... Rajesh... they are fucking me... please... help me... Rajesh... please..." she cried out, voice hoarse, tears streaming, body shaking violently between them, her pussy clenching around Vikram’s cock, her clit throbbing against his cock base, her asshole clenching, her boobs bouncing under Arjun and Karthik’s mouths, her thick juicy thighs trembling, her plump ass cheeks jiggling, her navel quivering, her large dark eyes pleading toward me.
Giridhar Sir stood in front of me, hand on my chest, voice cold.
"One step, Rajesh. One. And her degree is finished. Stay. Watch."
I punched the wall again, blood running, knuckles raw, rage consuming me, but I couldn’t move. I could only watch as the boys kept fucking her pussy, sucking her boobs, kissing her lips, overwhelming her, her pleas turning into broken sobs, her body trembling under their hands and cocks, knowing the real violation was only beginning.
I stood there, heart pounding with helpless rage, jealousy burning, my cock hard inside my white dhoti, leaking precum, watching them fuck my wife, her pussy stretched, her boobs sucked, her mouth kissed, her climax building, making me angry and furious, my balls aching with angry lust, my mind raging — they are fucking her... all of them... she is mine... she’s fucking mine... I can’t let this happen... but I am trapped... watching her lose control... it is killing me.


Vikram kept his cock buried deep inside my wife’s pussy from behind, his cock throbbing hard and naked, filling her pussy completely, his cock head pressed against her deepest pussy walls, his balls slapping against her clit with each thrust, his cock pulsing inside her pussy, stretching her pussy around his thick cock, her pussy gripping his cock tightly, her pussy juices coating his cock fully, her pussy clenching rhythmically around his cock, her clit throbbing against his balls, her thick juicy thighs trembling, her plump ass cheeks clenching against his hips, her asshole clenching.
He fucked her pussy harder from behind, sliding his cock in and out of her pussy with powerful thrusts, his cock rubbing her pussy walls deeply, his cock head hitting her deepest pussy walls, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his hips rocking faster, fucking her pussy with hard, deep strokes, his balls slapping against her clit loudly, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks harder, his fingers digging into her ass cheeks, spreading her ass cheeks slightly, his cock sliding in and out faster, his cock filling her pussy completely each time, his balls slapping her clit, his cock rubbing her pussy walls, his cock head hitting deep, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his breathing heavy and ragged, his cock pulsing inside her pussy, his balls slapping her clit, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks, his fingers digging into her ass cheeks, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his breathing heavy with pleasure.
"Sudha Akka... your pussy is gripping my cock so tight... I am going to cum... I can’t hold it... I am going to cum deep inside your pussy..." Vikram groaned, his cock throbbing violently inside her pussy, his balls tightening, his hips slamming harder, his cock pulsing inside her pussy.
"No... Vikram... please... don’t cum inside my pussy... pull out... please... I beg you... don’t cum inside me... ahh... mmm... don’t fill my pussy with your cum... please... Vikram... no... please... pull your cock out... cum on my boobs... on my ass cheeks... on my thighs... but not inside my pussy... please... Vikram... I am close... don’t... please... Vikram... no... ahh... mmm... please... don’t cum inside my pussy... please..." she begged desperately, voice breaking with panic and pleasure, tears streaming down her cheeks, her boobs swaying beneath her, her thick juicy thighs quivering violently, her plump ass cheeks clenching and relaxing against his hips, her pussy clenching around his cock, her clit throbbing intensely against his balls, her asshole clenching rhythmically, her navel quivering, her mouth watering uncontrollably, her body trembling with uncontrollable arousal, begging him over and over between moans as he fucked her pussy harder from behind, her pussy gripping his cock tightly, her pussy juices coating his cock, her boobs bouncing beneath her, her thick juicy thighs trembling, her plump ass cheeks shifting against his hips, her voice cracking with desperation and pleasure, her large dark eyes hazy with lust and pleading, her head turning slightly to glance back at him, moaning louder and more desperately.
Vikram was in no mood to listen, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his hips rocking harder, fucking her pussy with powerful thrusts, his cock rubbing her pussy walls deeply, his cock head hitting her deepest pussy walls, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his balls slapping her clit loudly, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks harder, his fingers digging into her ass cheeks, spreading her ass cheeks slightly, his cock sliding in and out faster, his cock filling her pussy completely each time, his balls slapping her clit, his cock rubbing her pussy walls, his cock head hitting deep, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his breathing heavy and ragged, his cock pulsing inside her pussy, his balls slapping her clit, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks, his fingers digging into her ass cheeks, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his breathing heavy with pleasure, ignoring her desperate begging, fucking her pussy harder from behind, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his cock head hitting her deepest pussy walls, his cock pulsing inside her pussy, his balls slapping her clit loudly, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks harder, his fingers digging into her ass cheeks, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his breathing heavy and ragged.
Their bodies moved in perfect, synchronized rhythm — his cock slamming deep at the exact moment her pussy clenched tightest, his balls slapping her clit as her clit pulsed hardest, his hips crashing forward as her ass cheeks clenched back against him, their spasms aligning, their moans rising together in one raw, unified wave.
“Mnmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm” they both moaned at the same moment as they were about to cum, her boobs swaying beneath her, her thick juicy thighs quivering violently, her plump ass cheeks clenching and relaxing against his hips, her pussy swollen and dripping, her clit throbbing intensely against his balls, her asshole clenching rhythmically, her navel quivering, her mouth watering uncontrollably, her body trembling with uncontrollable arousal, their moans blending into one desperate, shared sound.
The moment he dug his cock deep inside her pussy one last time, his cock head slamming against her deepest pussy walls, his cock throbbing violently inside her pussy, his balls tightening, his cock pulsing inside her pussy, he could not hold it anymore.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” he moaned and came deep inside my pussy, his cock spurting thick cum deep inside her pussy, flooding her pussy with his cum, his cock pulsing with each spurt, his cock filling her pussy with hot cum, his balls emptying inside her pussy, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his cum mixing with her pussy juices and previous cum, his cock spurting again and again, his cock filling her pussy completely with his cum, his cock pulsing, his cock head pressing against her deepest pussy walls, his cum flooding her pussy, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his balls emptying, his cock spurting thick cum deep inside her pussy, his cock pulsing with pleasure, his cock filling her pussy with his cum, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his breathing heavy and ragged, his cock spurting the last drops of cum deep inside her pussy, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his cock pulsing, his cock emptying completely inside her pussy, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his balls empty, his cock still buried deep inside her pussy, his cock throbbing with aftershocks, his cock pulsing inside her pussy, his cum flooding her pussy, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his breathing heavy with pleasure.
At the exact same moment he came deep inside her pussy, her body reacted instantly, her pussy clenching violently around his cock, her clit throbbing intensely, her asshole clenching tightly, her boobs swaying beneath her, her thick juicy thighs quivering violently, her plump ass cheeks clenching and relaxing against his hips, “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” she moaned loudly and began cumming all over his cock, her pussy clenching violently around his cock, her clit throbbing intensely, her asshole clenching tightly, her boobs swaying beneath her, her thick juicy thighs quivering violently, her plump ass cheeks clenching and relaxing against his hips, her pussy squirting her cum onto his cock, her pussy juices flooding his cock, her clit pulsing with each wave of orgasm, her asshole clenching tightly, her navel quivering, her mouth open wide, her large dark eyes rolling back, her body arching off the bed, trembling uncontrollably, moaning louder and more desperately as she came hard, her pussy convulsing, her clit throbbing intensely, her boobs bouncing beneath her, her thick juicy thighs shaking, her plump ass cheeks lifting higher against his hips, her pussy squirting again and again, her body lost in the most intense orgasm, her moans filling the room, her pussy clenching and releasing around his cock, her clit pulsing with pleasure, her asshole clenching, her navel quivering, her boobs heaving, her thick juicy thighs trembling, her plump ass cheeks clenching against his hips, her body shaking with wave after wave of orgasm, her pussy squirting her cum onto his cock, her clit throbbing hard, her asshole clenching, her navel quivering, her mouth watering, her large dark eyes glazing with intense pleasure, her body trembling with uncontrollable ecstasy, their climaxes perfectly synchronized, their moans and spasms crashing together in one overwhelming, shared release.
Vikram pulled his cock out of her pussy, his cock dripping cum and her pussy juices, his cock throbbing with aftershocks, his balls empty, his cock hanging thick and spent between his legs as he moved aside, making way for the next boy.

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Karthik knelt between my wife’s trembling thighs, his cock throbbing hard and naked, his cock head leaking precum, his eyes fixed on her pussy, her pussy lips swollen and parted, Vikram’s cum leaking from her pussy entrance, dripping down her pussy lips onto her clit and asshole, her thick juicy thighs quivering, her plump ass cheeks shifting on the sheets, her boobs heaving, her navel quivering, her large dark eyes hazy with lingering pleasure and fresh fear.
Karthik grabbed the soft white blanket from the side of the bed, folding it quickly into a thick wad, his fingers gripping the blanket firmly as he lowered it between her legs, pressing the blanket against her pussy lips slowly, wiping Vikram’s thick cum off her pussy lips, the blanket soaking up the sticky cum and her pussy juices, his movements deliberate and teasing, rubbing the blanket gently over her pussy lips, cleaning her pussy entrance, the blanket turning damp and warm, his fingers brushing her clit through the blanket, making her clit throb involuntarily, her anklets jingling with every tremble of her thighs.
"Please... Karthik... no... stop......" she whimpered, tears spilling down her cheeks, her boobs heaving, her thick juicy thighs shaking, her mangalsutra swaying with each sob, her odiyanam shifting against her skin.
Karthik tossed the cum-soaked blanket aside, exposing her now-clean pussy lips, swollen and parted, glistening fresh.
Karthik positioned his cock at her pussy entrance, his cock head rubbing her pussy lips slowly, teasing her pussy opening, his cock throbbing as he pushed his cock head inside her pussy, sliding his cock slowly into her pussy, inch by inch, feeling her pussy walls stretch around his cock, her pussy gripping his cock tightly, her pussy juices coating his cock, his cock filling her pussy completely, his balls pressing against her asshole, his cock buried deep inside her pussy, his cock pulsing inside her pussy, stretching her pussy around his thick cock, her pussy gripping his cock tightly, her pussy juices coating his cock fully, her pussy clenching around his cock, her clit throbbing against his cock base, her thick juicy thighs trembling around his waist, her plump ass cheeks clenching under his hands.
"No... Karthik... please... don’t... stop... please... no..." she begged, voice cracking into sobs, tears streaming down her cheeks, her boobs heaving, her thick juicy thighs quivering violently, her plump ass cheeks clenching, her pussy clenching around his cock, her clit throbbing against his cock base, her asshole clenching, her navel quivering, her large dark eyes hazy with lust and pleading.
Suresh hugged her upper body tightly from the front, his arms wrapped around her boobs and waist, squeezing her boobs firmly against his chest, his fingers pinching her nipples, rubbing them, his mouth kissing her lips forcefully, tongue shoving into her mouth, tasting her tongue, swirling with hers, sucking her lower lip, nibbling it, his cock slapping against her belly, leaking precum on her navel.
"Suresh... no... please... please... no..." she begged desperately between Suresh’s kisses, voice muffled and broken, tears streaming down her cheeks, her boobs squeezed against Suresh’s chest, her thick juicy thighs quivering violently, her plump ass cheeks clenching against Karthik’s hips, her pussy clenching around Karthik’s cock, her clit throbbing intensely against his cock base, her asshole clenching rhythmically, her navel quivering, her mouth watering uncontrollably, her body trembling with uncontrollable arousal, begging him over and over between moans as Karthik fucked her pussy harder from behind and Suresh kissed her lips forcefully, her pussy gripping Karthik’s cock tightly, her pussy juices coating his cock, her boobs bouncing against Suresh’s chest, her thick juicy thighs trembling, her plump ass cheeks shifting against Karthik’s hips, her voice cracking with desperation and pleasure, her large dark eyes hazy with lust and pleading, her head twisting slightly in Suresh’s grip, moaning louder and more desperately.



Karthik kept his cock buried deep inside my wife’s pussy in missionary position, his cock throbbing hard and naked, filling her pussy completely, his cock head pressed against her deepest pussy walls, his balls slapping against her asshole with each thrust, his cock pulsing inside her pussy, stretching her pussy around his thick cock, her pussy gripping his cock tightly, her pussy juices coating his cock fully, her pussy clenching rhythmically around his cock, her clit throbbing against his cock base, her thick juicy thighs trembling around his waist, her plump ass cheeks clenching under his hands, her asshole clenching.
He fucked her pussy harder, sliding his cock in and out of her pussy with powerful thrusts, his cock rubbing her pussy walls deeply, his cock head hitting her deepest pussy walls, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his hips rocking faster, fucking her pussy with hard, deep strokes, his balls slapping against her asshole loudly, his hands squeezing her hips harder, his fingers digging into her hips, his cock sliding in and out faster, his cock filling her pussy completely each time, his balls slapping her asshole, his cock rubbing her pussy walls, his cock head hitting deep, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his breathing heavy and ragged, his cock pulsing inside her pussy, his balls slapping her asshole, his hands squeezing her hips, his fingers digging into her hips, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his breathing heavy with pleasure.
"Sudha Akka... your pussy is squeezing my cock so tight... I am going to cum... I can’t hold it... I am going to cum deep inside your pussy..." Karthik groaned, his cock throbbing violently inside her pussy, his balls tightening, his hips slamming harder, his cock pulsing inside her pussy.
"No... Karthik... please... don’t cum inside my pussy... pull out... please... I beg you... don’t cum inside me... ahh... mmm... don’t fill my pussy with your cum... please... Karthik... no... please... pull your cock out... cum on my boobs... on my ass cheeks... on my thighs... but not inside my pussy... please... Karthik... don’t... please... Karthik... no... ahh... mmm... please... don’t cum inside my pussy... please..." she begged desperately, voice breaking with panic and pleasure, tears streaming down her cheeks, her boobs heaving beneath her, her thick juicy thighs quivering violently, her plump ass cheeks clenching and relaxing against his hips, her pussy clenching around his cock, her clit throbbing intensely against his cock base, her asshole clenching rhythmically, her navel quivering, her mouth watering uncontrollably, her body trembling with uncontrollable arousal, begging him over and over between moans as he fucked her pussy harder in missionary position, her pussy gripping his cock tightly, her pussy juices coating his cock, her boobs bouncing beneath her, her thick juicy thighs trembling, her plump ass cheeks shifting against his hips, her voice cracking with desperation and pleasure, her large dark eyes hazy with lust and pleading, moaning louder and more desperately.
Karthik was in no mood to listen, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his hips rocking harder, fucking her pussy with powerful thrusts, his cock rubbing her pussy walls deeply, his cock head hitting her deepest pussy walls, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his balls slapping her asshole loudly, his hands squeezing her hips harder, his fingers digging into her hips, his cock sliding in and out faster, his cock filling her pussy completely each time, his balls slapping her asshole, his cock rubbing her pussy walls, his cock head hitting deep, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his breathing heavy and ragged, his cock pulsing inside her pussy, his balls slapping her asshole, his hands squeezing her hips, his fingers digging into her hips, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his breathing heavy with pleasure, ignoring her desperate begging, fucking her pussy harder in missionary position, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his cock head hitting her deepest pussy walls, his cock pulsing inside her pussy, his balls slapping her asshole loudly, his hands squeezing her hips harder, his fingers digging into her hips, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his breathing heavy and ragged.
The moment he inserted his cock deep inside her pussy one last time, his cock head slamming against her deepest pussy walls, his cock throbbing violently inside her pussy, his balls tightening, his cock pulsing inside her pussy, he could not hold it anymore.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” he moaned and came deep inside my pussy, his cock spurting thick cum deep inside her pussy, flooding her pussy with his cum, his cock pulsing with each spurt, his cock filling her pussy with hot cum, his balls emptying inside her pussy, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his cum mixing with her pussy juices and previous cum, his cock spurting again and again, his cock filling her pussy completely with his cum, his cock pulsing, his cock head pressing against her deepest pussy walls, his cum flooding her pussy, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his balls emptying, his cock spurting thick cum deep inside her pussy, his cock pulsing with pleasure, his cock filling her pussy with his cum, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his breathing heavy and ragged, his cock spurting the last drops of cum deep inside her pussy, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his cock pulsing, his cock emptying completely inside her pussy, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his balls empty, his cock still buried deep inside her pussy, his cock throbbing with aftershocks, his cock pulsing inside her pussy, his cum flooding her pussy, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his breathing heavy with pleasure.
The moment he inserted his cock deep inside her pussy and came deep inside her pussy, filling her pussy with his cum, her body reacted instantly,  “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” she moaned loudly and began cumming all over his cock, her pussy clenching violently around his cock, her clit throbbing intensely, her asshole clenching tightly, her boobs heaving beneath her, her thick juicy thighs quivering violently, her plump ass cheeks clenching and relaxing against his hips, her pussy squirting her cum onto his cock, her pussy juices flooding his cock, her clit pulsing with each wave of orgasm, her asshole clenching tightly, her navel quivering, her mouth open wide, her large dark eyes rolling back, her body arching off the bed, trembling uncontrollably, moaning louder and more desperately as she came hard, her pussy convulsing, her clit throbbing intensely, her boobs bouncing beneath her, her thick juicy thighs shaking, her plump ass cheeks lifting higher against his hips, her pussy squirting again and again, her body lost in the most intense orgasm, her moans filling the room, her pussy clenching and releasing around his cock, her clit pulsing with pleasure, her asshole clenching, her navel quivering, her boobs heaving, her thick juicy thighs trembling, her plump ass cheeks clenching against his hips, her body shaking with wave after wave of orgasm, her pussy squirting her cum onto his cock, her clit throbbing hard, her asshole clenching, her navel quivering, her mouth watering, her large dark eyes glazing with intense pleasure, her body trembling with uncontrollable ecstasy.
After her orgasm, Suresh continued hugging her upper body tightly from the front, his arms wrapped around her boobs and waist, squeezing her boobs firmly against his chest, his fingers pinching her nipples, rubbing them slowly, his mouth kissing her lips forcefully, tongue shoving into her mouth, tasting her tongue, swirling with hers, sucking her lower lip, nibbling it, his cock slapping against her hip, leaking precum on her thigh.
"Suresh... no... please... stop kissing me... don’t... I beg you... enough... please..." she whimpered between his kisses, voice hoarse and broken, tears still streaming down her cheeks, her boobs squeezed against Suresh’s chest, her thick juicy thighs trembling violently, her plump ass cheeks clenching, her pussy still pulsing with aftershocks, her clit throbbing, her asshole clenching, her navel quivering, her mouth watering uncontrollably, her body trembling with lingering pleasure and exhaustion, begging him over and over between his forceful kisses, her large dark eyes hazy with lust and pleading, her head twisting slightly in Suresh’s grip, moaning softly and desperately as he kept kissing her lips, his tongue forcing deeper, his lips sucking hers harder.
Suresh was in no mood to stop, his mouth devouring her lips, tongue thrusting in and out of her mouth, tasting her saliva, swirling with hers, sucking her tongue deeply, his hands squeezing her boobs harder, his fingers pinching her nipples firmly, rubbing them, his cock throbbing against her thigh, his breathing heavy and ragged, kissing her lips passionately, ignoring her desperate begging, his tongue teasing her tongue, his lips sucking her lips, kissing her forcefully while hugging her upper body tightly, his cock slapping her hip, his hands squeezing her boobs, his fingers pinching her nipples, his cock throbbing against her thigh, his breathing heavy with pleasure.
"Suresh... please... stop... enough... I can’t... please... no more kissing... I beg you..." she moaned into his mouth, voice muffled and weak, tears streaming down her cheeks, her boobs heaving against his chest, her thick juicy thighs trembling, her plump ass cheeks clenching, her pussy still pulsing with aftershocks, her clit throbbing, her asshole clenching, her navel quivering, her large dark eyes hazy with exhaustion and lingering pleasure, begging him over and over between his kisses, her body trembling with lingering pleasure, her head twisting slightly in his grip, moaning softly and desperately as he kept kissing her lips forcefully.



Suresh moved between my wife’s trembling thighs, his cock throbbing hard and naked, his cock head leaking precum, his eyes fixed on her pussy, her pussy lips swollen and parted, Karthik’s cum leaking from her pussy entrance, dripping down her pussy lips onto her clit and asshole, her thick juicy thighs quivering, her plump ass cheeks shifting on the sheets, her boobs heaving, her navel quivering, her large dark eyes hazy with lingering pleasure and exhaustion.
Suresh grabbed the soft white blanket from the side of the bed, folding it quickly into a thick wad, his fingers gripping the blanket firmly as he lowered it between her legs, pressing the blanket against her pussy lips slowly, wiping Karthik’s thick cum off her pussy lips, the blanket soaking up the sticky cum and her pussy juices, his movements deliberate and teasing, rubbing the blanket gently over her pussy lips, cleaning her pussy entrance, the blanket turning damp and warm, his fingers brushing her clit through the blanket, making her clit throb involuntarily, her anklets jingling with every tremble of her thighs.
"Please... Suresh... please... I beg you... stop..." she whimpered, tears spilling down her cheeks, her boobs heaving, her thick juicy thighs shaking, her mangalsutra swaying with each sob, her odiyanam shifting against her skin.
Suresh tossed the cum-soaked blanket aside, exposing her now-clean pussy lips, swollen and parted, glistening fresh.
Suresh positioned his cock at her pussy entrance, his cock head rubbing her pussy lips slowly, teasing her pussy opening, his cock throbbing as he pushed his cock head inside her pussy, sliding his cock slowly into her pussy, inch by inch, feeling her pussy walls stretch around his cock, her pussy gripping his cock tightly, her pussy juices coating his cock, his cock filling her pussy completely, his balls pressing against her asshole, his cock buried deep inside her pussy, his cock pulsing inside her pussy, stretching her pussy around his thick cock, her pussy gripping his cock tightly, her pussy juices coating his cock fully, her pussy clenching around his cock, her clit throbbing against his cock base, her thick juicy thighs trembling around his waist, her plump ass cheeks clenching under his hands.
"No... Suresh... please... don’t fuck me... pull out... please... I beg you... don’t... stop... please... no..." she begged, voice cracking into sobs, tears streaming down her cheeks, her boobs heaving, her thick juicy thighs quivering violently, her plump ass cheeks clenching, her pussy clenching around his cock, her clit throbbing against his cock base, her asshole clenching, her navel quivering, her large dark eyes hazy with lust and pleading.
Arjun hugged her upper body tightly from the front, his arms wrapped around her boobs and waist, squeezing her boobs firmly against his chest, his fingers pinching her nipples, rubbing them, his mouth kissing her lips forcefully, tongue shoving into her mouth, tasting her tongue, swirling with hers, sucking her lower lip, nibbling it, his cock slapping against her hip, leaking precum on her thigh.
"Arjun... no... please... stop kissing me... don’t... I beg you... Suresh... stop fucking my pussy... please... no..." she begged desperately between Arjun’s kisses, voice muffled and broken, tears streaming down her cheeks, her boobs squeezed against Arjun’s chest, her thick juicy thighs quivering violently, her plump ass cheeks clenching against Suresh’s hips, her pussy clenching around Suresh’s cock, her clit throbbing intensely against his cock base, her asshole clenching rhythmically, her navel quivering, her mouth watering uncontrollably, her body trembling with uncontrollable arousal, begging him over and over between moans as Suresh fucked her pussy harder in missionary position and Arjun kissed her lips forcefully, her pussy gripping Suresh’s cock tightly, her pussy juices coating his cock, her boobs bouncing against Arjun’s chest, her thick juicy thighs trembling, her plump ass cheeks shifting against Suresh’s hips, her voice cracking with desperation and pleasure, her large dark eyes hazy with lust and pleading, her head twisting slightly in Arjun’s grip, moaning louder and more desperately.


Suresh kept his cock buried deep inside my wife’s pussy in missionary position, his cock throbbing hard and naked, filling her pussy completely, his cock head pressed against her deepest pussy walls, his balls slapping against her asshole with each thrust, his cock pulsing inside her pussy, stretching her pussy around his thick cock, her pussy gripping his cock tightly, her pussy juices coating his cock fully, her pussy clenching rhythmically around his cock, her clit throbbing against his cock base, her thick juicy thighs trembling around his waist, her plump ass cheeks clenching under his hands, her asshole clenching.
He fucked her pussy harder, sliding his cock in and out of her pussy with powerful thrusts, his cock rubbing her pussy walls deeply, his cock head hitting her deepest pussy walls, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his hips rocking faster, fucking her pussy with hard, deep strokes, his balls slapping against her asshole loudly, his hands squeezing her hips harder, his fingers digging into her hips, his cock sliding in and out faster, his cock filling her pussy completely each time, his balls slapping her asshole, his cock rubbing her pussy walls, his cock head hitting deep, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his breathing heavy and ragged, his cock pulsing inside her pussy, his balls slapping her asshole, his hands squeezing her hips, his fingers digging into her hips, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his breathing heavy with pleasure.
"Sudha Akka... your pussy is squeezing my cock so tight... I am going to cum... I can’t hold it... I am going to cum deep inside your pussy..." Suresh groaned, his cock throbbing violently inside her pussy, his balls tightening, his hips slamming harder, his cock pulsing inside her pussy.
"No... Suresh... please... please..." she begged desperately, voice breaking with panic and pleasure, tears streaming down her cheeks, her boobs heaving beneath her, her thick juicy thighs quivering violently, her plump ass cheeks clenching and relaxing against his hips, her pussy clenching around his cock, her clit throbbing intensely against his cock base, her asshole clenching rhythmically, her navel quivering, her mouth watering uncontrollably, her body trembling with uncontrollable arousal, begging him over and over between moans as he fucked her pussy harder in missionary position, her pussy gripping his cock tightly, her pussy juices coating his cock, her boobs bouncing beneath her, her thick juicy thighs trembling, her plump ass cheeks shifting against his hips, her voice cracking with desperation and pleasure, her large dark eyes hazy with lust and pleading, moaning louder and more desperately.
Suresh was in no mood to listen, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his hips rocking harder, fucking her pussy with powerful thrusts, his cock rubbing her pussy walls deeply, his cock head hitting her deepest pussy walls, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his balls slapping her asshole loudly, his hands squeezing her hips harder, his fingers digging into her hips, his cock sliding in and out faster, his cock filling her pussy completely each time, his balls slapping her asshole, his cock rubbing her pussy walls, his cock head hitting deep, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his breathing heavy and ragged, his cock pulsing inside her pussy, his balls slapping her asshole, his hands squeezing her hips, his fingers digging into her hips, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his breathing heavy with pleasure, ignoring her desperate begging, fucking her pussy harder in missionary position, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his cock head hitting her deepest pussy walls, his cock pulsing inside her pussy, his balls slapping her asshole loudly, his hands squeezing her hips harder, his fingers digging into her hips, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his breathing heavy and ragged.
The moment he inserted his cock deep inside her pussy one last time, his cock head slamming against her deepest pussy walls, his cock throbbing violently inside her pussy, his balls tightening, his cock pulsing inside her pussy, he could not hold it anymore.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” he moaned and came deep inside my pussy, his cock spurting thick cum deep inside her pussy, flooding her pussy with his cum, his cock pulsing with each spurt, his cock filling her pussy with hot cum, his balls emptying inside her pussy, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his cum mixing with her pussy juices and previous cum, his cock spurting again and again, his cock filling her pussy completely with his cum, his cock pulsing, his cock head pressing against her deepest pussy walls, his cum flooding her pussy, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his balls emptying, his cock spurting thick cum deep inside her pussy, his cock pulsing with pleasure, his cock filling her pussy with his cum, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his breathing heavy and ragged, his cock spurting the last drops of cum deep inside her pussy, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his cock pulsing, his cock emptying completely inside her pussy, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his balls empty, his cock still buried deep inside her pussy, his cock throbbing with aftershocks, his cock pulsing inside her pussy, his cum flooding her pussy, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his breathing heavy with pleasure.
The moment he inserted his cock deep inside her pussy and came deep inside her pussy, filling her pussy with his cum, her body reacted instantly, “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” she moaned loudly and began cumming all over his cock, her pussy clenching violently around his cock, her clit throbbing intensely, her asshole clenching tightly, her boobs heaving beneath her, her thick juicy thighs quivering violently, her plump ass cheeks clenching and relaxing against his hips, her pussy squirting her cum onto his cock, her pussy juices flooding his cock, her clit pulsing with each wave of orgasm, her asshole clenching tightly, her navel quivering, her mouth open wide, her large dark eyes rolling back, her body arching off the bed, trembling uncontrollably, moaning louder and more desperately as she came hard, her pussy convulsing, her clit throbbing intensely, her boobs bouncing beneath her, her thick juicy thighs shaking, her plump ass cheeks lifting higher against his hips, her pussy squirting again and again, her body lost in the most intense orgasm, her moans filling the room, her pussy clenching and releasing around his cock, her clit pulsing with pleasure, her asshole clenching, her navel quivering, her boobs heaving, her thick juicy thighs trembling, her plump ass cheeks clenching against his hips, her body shaking with wave after wave of orgasm, her pussy squirting her cum onto his cock, her clit throbbing hard, her asshole clenching, her navel quivering, her mouth watering, her large dark eyes glazing with intense pleasure, her body trembling with uncontrollable ecstasy.
Suresh pulled his cock out of her pussy, his cock dripping cum and her pussy juices, his cock throbbing with aftershocks, his balls empty, his cock hanging thick and spent between his legs as he moved aside, making way for the next boy.

[novelistcasanova]

Arjun moved between my wife’s trembling thighs, his cock throbbing hard and naked, his cock head leaking precum, his eyes fixed on her pussy, her pussy lips swollen and parted, Suresh’s cum leaking from her pussy entrance, dripping down her pussy lips onto her clit and asshole, her thick juicy thighs quivering, her plump ass cheeks shifting on the sheets, her boobs heaving, her navel quivering, her large dark eyes hazy with exhaustion and lingering pleasure.

Arjun grabbed her hips, squeezing her hips firmly, his fingers digging into her soft hips, pulling her body up and turning her onto her knees with a commanding grip, her plump ass cheeks lifting high, her thick juicy thighs parting naturally, her pussy lips exposed from behind, Suresh’s cum still leaking from her pussy entrance, dripping down her pussy lips onto her clit and asshole, her boobs hanging heavy beneath her, swaying with each breath, her navel deep and visible from the side, her large dark eyes glancing back over her shoulder with hazy exhaustion.
Arjun positioned himself behind her, his cock head rubbing her pussy lips from behind, teasing her pussy opening, his cock throbbing as he pushed his cock head inside her pussy, sliding his cock slowly into her pussy from behind, inch by inch, feeling her pussy walls stretch around his cock, her pussy gripping his cock tightly, her pussy juices and Suresh’s cum coating his cock, his cock filling her pussy completely, his balls pressing against her clit, his cock buried deep inside her pussy, his cock pulsing inside her pussy, stretching her pussy around his thick cock, her pussy gripping his cock tightly, her pussy juices coating his cock fully, her pussy clenching around his cock, her clit rubbing against his balls, her thick juicy thighs trembling, her plump ass cheeks clenching against his hips, her asshole clenching.
"Mmm... Sudha Akka... your pussy feels so good... so wet... so tight... I am going to enjoy fucking you..." Arjun groaned, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his hips rocking slowly at first, savoring the feel of her pussy gripping him, his balls pressing against her clit, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks firmly, his fingers digging into her ass cheeks, spreading her ass cheeks slightly, his cock sliding in and out slowly, his cock rubbing her pussy walls, his cock head hitting deep, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his breathing heavy with pleasure.
"No... Arjun... please... please... no..." she begged, voice cracking into sobs, tears streaming down her cheeks, her boobs swaying beneath her, her thick juicy thighs quivering violently, her plump ass cheeks clenching against his hips, her pussy clenching around his cock, her clit throbbing against his balls, her asshole clenching, her navel quivering, her large dark eyes hazy with lust and pleading, her head turning slightly to glance back at him, moaning louder and more desperately.
Arjun was in no mood to listen, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his hips rocking harder, fucking her pussy with powerful thrusts, his cock rubbing her pussy walls deeply, his cock head hitting her deepest pussy walls, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his balls slapping her clit loudly, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks harder, his fingers digging into her ass cheeks, spreading her ass cheeks slightly, his cock sliding in and out faster, his cock filling her pussy completely each time, his balls slapping her clit, his cock rubbing her pussy walls, his cock head hitting deep, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his breathing heavy and ragged, his cock pulsing inside her pussy, his balls slapping her clit, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks, his fingers digging into her ass cheeks, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his breathing heavy with pleasure, enjoying every moment, every clench of her pussy, every jiggle of her ass cheeks, every moan she let out despite her begging, fucking her pussy harder from behind in doggy position, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his cock head hitting her deepest pussy walls, his cock pulsing inside her pussy, his balls slapping her clit loudly, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks harder, his fingers digging into her ass cheeks, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his breathing heavy and ragged.
"Sudha Akka... your pussy is perfect... so wet... so hot... squeezing my cock... I am enjoying this so much... your ass cheeks jiggling... your clit throbbing... I am going to fuck you until you cum again..." Arjun groaned, his cock throbbing violently inside her pussy, his balls tightening, his hips slamming harder, his cock pulsing inside her pussy.
"No... Arjun... please... don’t... stop... I beg you... no more... please..." she begged, voice cracking, tears streaming down her cheeks, her boobs swaying beneath her, her thick juicy thighs quivering violently, her plump ass cheeks clenching and relaxing against his hips, her pussy clenching around his cock, her clit throbbing intensely against his balls, her asshole clenching rhythmically, her navel quivering, her mouth watering uncontrollably, her body trembling with uncontrollable arousal, begging him over and over between moans as he fucked her pussy harder from behind in doggy position, her pussy gripping his cock tightly, her pussy juices coating his cock, her boobs bouncing beneath her, her thick juicy thighs trembling, her plump ass cheeks shifting against his hips, her voice cracking with desperation and pleasure, her large dark eyes hazy with lust and pleading, her head turning slightly to glance back at him, moaning louder and more desperately.



Arjun kept his cock buried deep inside my wife’s pussy from behind in doggy position, his cock throbbing hard and naked, filling her pussy completely, his cock head pressed against her deepest pussy walls, his balls slapping against her clit with each thrust, his cock pulsing inside her pussy, stretching her pussy around his thick cock, her pussy gripping his cock tightly, her pussy juices coating his cock fully, her pussy clenching rhythmically around his cock, her clit throbbing against his balls, her thick juicy thighs trembling, her plump ass cheeks clenching against his hips, her asshole clenching.
He fucked her pussy harder from behind, sliding his cock in and out of her pussy with powerful thrusts, his cock rubbing her pussy walls deeply, his cock head hitting her deepest pussy walls, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his hips rocking faster, fucking her pussy with hard, deep strokes, his balls slapping against her clit loudly, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks harder, his fingers digging into her ass cheeks, spreading her ass cheeks slightly, his cock sliding in and out faster, his cock filling her pussy completely each time, his balls slapping her clit, his cock rubbing her pussy walls, his cock head hitting deep, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his breathing heavy and ragged, his cock pulsing inside her pussy, his balls slapping her clit, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks, his fingers digging into her ass cheeks, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his breathing heavy with pleasure.
Arjun leaned forward, his chest pressing tightly against her back, his mouth descending on her shoulder blades with fierce passion, lips sucking the soft skin hard, leaving red marks, tongue licking down her spine in long, wet strokes, tasting her sweat, his kisses turning more passionate, open-mouthed and hungry, teeth grazing her mid-back, lips sucking the sensitive skin above her ass cheeks, nibbling and kissing with desperate intensity, his cock still sliding in and out of her pussy, his hips rocking steadily, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his breathing hot and ragged against her back.
"Sudha Akka... your back tastes so fucking good... so soft... I can’t stop kissing you... I love tasting every inch while I fuck your pussy..." Arjun groaned against her skin, his cock throbbing violently inside her pussy, his balls tightening, his hips slamming harder, his cock pulsing inside her pussy.
He grabbed her jaw from behind with his right hand, fingers digging into her cheeks possessively, forcing her head to turn sideways toward him, his mouth crashing against her lips in a deep, passionate kiss, tongue thrusting forcefully into her mouth, tasting her tongue, swirling with hers hungrily, sucking her lower lip hard, nibbling it, kissing her lips with raw, consuming passion, his left hand still squeezing her ass cheek, his cock continuing to slam into her pussy from behind, his hips rocking hard, his cock rubbing her pussy walls deeply, his cock head hitting her deepest pussy walls, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his breathing heavy and ragged against her lips.
"Mmmm... aaah..." she moaned softly into his mouth, her boobs swaying beneath her, her thick juicy thighs quivering violently, her plump ass cheeks clenching and relaxing against his hips, her pussy clenching around his cock, her clit throbbing intensely against his balls, her asshole clenching rhythmically, her navel quivering, her mouth watering uncontrollably, her body trembling with uncontrollable arousal, soft moans escaping between his passionate kisses, her large dark eyes half-lidded and hazy with lust, her head held in his grip, moaning louder and more desperately as he kept kissing her lips with fierce passion and fucking her pussy harder from behind, her pussy gripping his cock tightly, her pussy juices coating his cock, her boobs bouncing beneath her, her thick juicy thighs trembling, her plump ass cheeks shifting against his hips, her voice cracking with pleasure.
Arjun was in no mood to stop, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his hips rocking harder, fucking her pussy with powerful thrusts, his cock rubbing her pussy walls deeply, his cock head hitting her deepest pussy walls, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his balls slapping her clit loudly, his right hand gripping her jaw tighter, forcing her mouth open for his tongue, his left hand squeezing her ass cheek harder, his fingers digging into her ass cheek, his cock sliding in and out faster, his cock filling her pussy completely each time, his balls slapping her clit, his cock rubbing her pussy walls, his cock head hitting deep, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his breathing heavy and ragged against her lips, his cock pulsing inside her pussy, his balls slapping her clit, his hands squeezing her ass cheek and jaw, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his breathing heavy with pleasure, kissing her lips with fierce, passionate intensity, his tongue thrusting deeper, swirling with hers, sucking her tongue hungrily, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his cock head hitting her deepest pussy walls, his cock pulsing inside her pussy, his balls slapping her clit loudly, his hands squeezing her ass cheek and jaw, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his breathing heavy and ragged.
"Sudha Akka... your pussy feels so fucking good... I am enjoying fucking you so much... your ass cheeks jiggling... your clit throbbing... I am going to keep fucking you until you cum again..." Arjun groaned against her lips, his cock throbbing violently inside her pussy, his balls tightening, his hips slamming harder, his cock pulsing inside her pussy.
"Mmmm... aaah... Arjun..." she moaned softly into his mouth, her boobs swaying beneath her, her thick juicy thighs quivering violently, her plump ass cheeks clenching and relaxing against his hips, her pussy clenching around his cock, her clit throbbing intensely against his balls, her asshole clenching rhythmically, her navel quivering, her mouth watering uncontrollably, her body trembling with uncontrollable arousal, soft moans escaping between his passionate kisses, her large dark eyes half-lidded and hazy with lust, her head held in his grip, moaning louder and more desperately as he kept kissing her lips with fierce passion and fucking her pussy harder from behind in doggy position, her pussy gripping his cock tightly, her pussy juices coating his cock, her boobs bouncing beneath her, her thick juicy thighs trembling, her plump ass cheeks shifting against his hips, her voice cracking with pleasure.




Arjun lost control suddenly, his thrusts becoming erratic, his cock swelling inside her pussy, his balls tightening too fast, his hips jerking forward uncontrollably, his breathing turning into desperate gasps against her lips.
"Sudha Akka... fuck... I can’t... I’m cumming already... your pussy is too good... I’m sorry... I can’t stop..." Arjun groaned, his cock throbbing violently inside her pussy, his balls contracting, his hips slamming forward one last time.
The moment he dug his cock deep inside her pussy, his cock head slamming against her deepest pussy walls, his cock throbbing violently inside her pussy, his balls tightening, his cock pulsing inside her pussy, he could not hold it anymore.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” he moaned and came deep inside my pussy, his cock spurting thick cum deep inside her pussy, flooding her pussy with his cum, his cock pulsing with each spurt, his cock filling her pussy with hot cum, his balls emptying inside her pussy, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his cum mixing with her pussy juices and previous cum, his cock spurting again and again, his cock filling her pussy completely with his cum, his cock pulsing, his cock head pressing against her deepest pussy walls, his cum flooding her pussy, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his balls emptying, his cock spurting thick cum deep inside her pussy, his cock pulsing with pleasure, his cock filling her pussy with his cum, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his breathing heavy and ragged, his cock spurting the last drops of cum deep inside her pussy, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his cock pulsing, his cock emptying completely inside her pussy, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his balls empty, his cock still buried deep inside her pussy, his cock throbbing with aftershocks, his cock pulsing inside her pussy, his cum flooding her pussy, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, his breathing heavy with pleasure.
The moment he came deep inside her pussy, filling her pussy with his cum, her body reacted instantly, but her climax faded too soon, her pussy clenching weakly around his cock, her clit throbbing softly, her asshole clenching lightly, her boobs swaying beneath her, her thick juicy thighs quivering slightly, her plump ass cheeks clenching and relaxing against his hips.
“Mmmm... aaah...” she moaned softly, disappointed, her pussy pulsing with aftershocks but not the intense release she craved, her clit throbbing weakly, her asshole clenching lightly, her navel quivering, her mouth open slightly, her large dark eyes half-lidded with frustration and lingering arousal, her body trembling slightly, disappointed that her climax came and went too quickly, too weakly, leaving her aching for more.
Arjun pulled his cock out of her pussy, his cock dripping cum and her pussy juices, his cock throbbing with aftershocks, his balls empty, his cock hanging thick and spent between his legs as he moved aside, breathing hard, disappointed in himself for cumming too early.
"Sudha Akka... I’m sorry... I couldn’t hold it... your pussy felt too good..." Arjun panted, his voice thick with regret and lingering pleasure.
My wife stayed on her knees, pussy dripping with his cum, her boobs swaying beneath her, her thick juicy thighs trembling, her plump ass cheeks clenching, her clit throbbing softly, her asshole clenching, her navel quivering, her large dark eyes hazy with frustration and unfulfilled need, her body still aching for the intense climax she was denied.

[novelistcasanova]

The cameraman stepped forward from the shadows of the room, his presence cutting through the thick air. The four boys pulled back slowly, their cocks still hard and glistening, breathing heavy, eyes locked on my wife’s quivering form — her pussy lips swollen and dripping with cum, her boobs rising and falling with shallow, uneven breaths, her thick juicy thighs trembling against the soaked sheets, her plump ass cheeks marked with angry red handprints, her navel quivering with every ragged inhale, her large dark eyes glassy and unfocused, tears still clinging to her lashes.

He bent down, the muscles in his shoulders flexing under his tanned skin, and grabbed her waist with his left hand, fingers splaying wide across her waist, while his right hand slid under the backs of her knees, palm pressing firmly against the flesh behind her knees. In one smooth, powerful lift, he hoisted her naked body over his right shoulder, her stomach settling across his shoulder blade, her head dropping down his back, her long hair spilling like dark silk toward the floor, strands brushing his spine with every step. Her mangalsutra dangled forward, the heavy gold pendant swinging gently, chain clinking softly against his bare skin. Her silver anklets jingled with faint, irregular chimes as her feet hung limp in front of his chest, toes curling weakly.
His right hand grabbed her asshole, palm covering her asshole completely, fingers spreading her plump ass cheeks apart just enough to expose the tight ring of her asshole, his middle finger pressing directly against her asshole entrance, feeling the lingering heat and the faint, involuntary clench of her asshole muscles. His thumb rested along the inner curve of her left ass cheek, his index finger along the right, locking her in place while his grip kept her pussy lips parted, the swollen folds glistening, the last thick drops of cum oozing from her pussy entrance and trailing slowly down her inner thighs, leaving wet streaks that glistened under the low light before dripping onto his bare shoulder. His left hand gripped the front of her thighs, fingers wrapping tightly around the tops of both thighs, digging into her thighs, anchoring her legs so they wouldn’t slip off his shoulder.
She hung there limply, too drained to resist, her boobs pressed flat against his bare back, nipples dragging across his skin with every step he took, leaving faint trails of sensation. Her navel gaped open to the cool air, her pussy lips dangling open above his shoulder, still leaking cum in slow, viscous drops that slid down her inner thighs and pooled against his collarbone before dripping lower. Her thick juicy thighs trembled weakly against his grip, her plump ass cheeks clenching faintly around his fingers with every jolt of his steady stride, her asshole clenching against the constant pressure of his middle finger resting directly on her asshole entrance.
"Come, child... let me take care of you now," the cameraman said quietly, voice low and steady, almost grandfatherly, carrying her effortlessly toward the attached bathroom, her limp thighs dangling over his chest, her pussy still leaking a slow trail of cum down her inner thighs onto his bare skin, the wet drops leaving glistening paths that caught the faint lamplight.
The boys watched in heavy silence, their cocks still rigid, chests heaving, but no one moved to stop him.




The cameraman carried my wife into the bathroom, her naked body dbangd limply over his right shoulder, her stomach pressed against his shoulder blade, her head hanging down his back, her long hair cascading toward the floor. Her mangalsutra dangled forward, swaying with each step, the gold chain brushing against his bare shoulder. Her silver anklets jingled softly with every movement of her feet hanging limp in front of his chest.
His right hand grabbed her asshole, palm covering her asshole completely, fingers spreading her plump ass cheeks slightly, his middle finger pressing directly against her asshole entrance, feeling the lingering heat and the slight clench of her asshole muscles. His thumb rested along the inner curve of her left ass cheek, his index finger along the right, holding her securely in place while his grip kept her pussy lips parted just enough for the last drops of cum to slowly drip down her inner thighs onto his bare skin. His left hand gripped the front of her thighs, fingers wrapping tightly around the tops of both thighs, digging into her thighs, keeping her legs from slipping off his shoulder.
She hung there limply, her boobs pressed against his bare back, nipples dragging against his skin with each step, her navel exposed to the cool air, her pussy lips dangling open above his shoulder, still leaking cum in slow, thick drops that trailed down her inner thighs and onto his shoulder. Her thick juicy thighs trembled weakly against his grip, her plump ass cheeks clenching slightly around his fingers with every jolt of his steady stride, her asshole clenching against the pressure of his middle finger resting directly on her asshole entrance.
He lowered her gently onto the edge of the bathtub, her plump ass cheeks resting on the cool porcelain, her pussy lips parted and glistening, cum still slowly dripping from her pussy entrance onto the tile below.
He turned on the shower, testing the water until it was warm — just soothing. He guided her under the spray, letting the water cascade over her boobs, her navel, her pussy lips, her thighs. She shivered at first, then sighed as the warmth rinsed away the sweat and cum.
He stepped in behind her, naked, water soaking his skin. He took the handheld showerhead, directing the warm stream between her thighs, rinsing her pussy lips first — starting at her pussy mound, water flowing down over her pussy lips in a steady cascade. He adjusted the pressure, making the stream firmer, pulsing directly against her pussy lips, rinsing the swollen folds, then circling her clit, the steady jet teasing her clit until it throbbed and swelled, her pussy lips parting wider as water washed deep into her pussy channel, soothing the stretched walls.
"Mmmm..." she moaned softly, her boobs heaving, nipples hardening under the warm water dripping from her boobs, her thick juicy thighs trembling, parting wider on instinct, her plump ass cheeks clenching against the cool glass, her navel quivering as her stomach muscles tightened.
He lathered his palms with shampoo, fingers massaging her scalp in firm circles, thumbs pressing into her temples, then sliding to the nape of her neck, kneading the flesh until her shoulders relaxed, her boobs thrusting forward against the glass.
"Aaah... mmm..." she moaned throatier, her boobs sliding up and down the glass, nipples scbanging wetly, her thick juicy thighs trembling harder, her pussy lips parting wider, her clit pulsing under the lingering water pressure, her asshole clenching in quick spasms.
He turned her to face him, then turned her again so her back faced him, boobs pressing against the glass. He lathered his palms and spread foam across her shoulders, thumbs digging into the tight muscles along the tops of her shoulders, rolling deep circles that made her boobs jiggle. His hands slid down her back, palms pressing flat against her shoulder blades, fingers splaying wide, thumbs tracing her spine downward, rubbing foam into the flesh along both sides of her spine from neck to lower back, kneading the tight cords with deep pressure that arched her back, pushing her boobs harder against the glass.
He moved lower, palms cupping her lower back, fingers digging into the flesh just above her ass cheeks, thumbs pressing into the dimples above her ass cheeks, rubbing in firm circles that made her ass cheeks clench and relax involuntarily, her pussy lips swelling more, her clit throbbing harder.
He spread her ass cheeks apart, right palm cupping her asshole, middle finger pressing against her asshole entrance, rubbing foam in tight circles around the rim, coating every crease of her asshole with lather. His left hand held her ass cheeks open, thumbs pressing into her ass cheeks, while his right middle finger slid just the tip inside her asshole, spreading the foam along the inner rim, the slippery intrusion making her asshole clench tight around his fingertip, each thrust sending jolts to her pussy and clit.
"Mmmm... aaah..." she moaned louder, her boobs heaving against the glass, nipples scbanging wetly, her thick juicy thighs trembling, her pussy lips parting wider, her clit swelling and pulsing intensely, her asshole clenching greedily around his fingertip, her navel quivering faster, her body surrendered to the thorough soaping, her pussy throbbing with deep arousal, her clit aching, her asshole pulsing with need, horny and aching under his erotic care.
He rinsed her completely, warm water cascading over her boobs, her navel, her pussy lips, her asshole, her thighs, washing away every trace of soap and cum. She leaned into the spray, eyes half-closed, breathing deep, body alive with fresh hunger, ready for whatever came next.




The cameraman turned off the shower, the last warm drops trailing down my wife’s boobs, her navel, her pussy lips, her thighs, her body clean, flushed pink from the heat, glistening under the bathroom light. She stood dripping, water pooling around her feet, her mangalsutra hanging heavy between her boobs, silver anklets silent for the first time since he carried her in.
He stepped back, naked, water streaming down his chest and cock, eyes fixed on her with quiet intensity. She didn’t reach for a towel. Instead, she took one slow step forward, then another, closing the distance until her boobs nearly brushed his chest, nipples still hard from the shower and the lingering heat in her pussy. Her thick juicy thighs trembled faintly, her plump ass cheeks clenching as she shifted her weight, her pussy lips parted and slick with fresh arousal, her clit throbbing visibly, her navel quivering with each quickened breath.
She looked up at him, large dark eyes half-lidded, hazy with desperate need, lips parted, voice low and trembling, barely above a whisper at first.
"Please... I can’t take it anymore... my pussy is aching so much... I need your cock inside me... fuck me... please... I’m begging you..."
Her right hand reached down, fingers wrapping around his cock, stroking the thick shaft slowly from base to head, thumb circling the tip, spreading the bead of precum that leaked from his cock head. She squeezed harder, feeling his cock pulse and harden fully in her grip, her pussy clenching at the sensation, a soft "Mmmm..." escaping her throat.
She stepped even closer, her boobs pressing against his chest, nipples dragging across his skin, her navel brushing his stomach, her pussy mound grazing the base of his cock. Her left hand slid up his chest, fingers tracing his collarbones, then cupping the back of his neck, pulling his face down to hers.
"Please... don’t make me wait... my pussy is so wet for you... I need your cock stretching me... filling me... fucking me deep... please... I’m so horny... I can’t think... just fuck me... please... fuck me now..." she whispered against his lips, voice cracking with urgency, then kissed him — mouth opening wide, tongue thrusting into his mouth, tasting him hungrily, swirling with his tongue, sucking his lower lip hard, nibbling it, moaning desperately into the kiss, "Mmmm... aaah... please...", her boobs heaving against him, nipples scbanging his chest, her thick juicy thighs pressing together, rubbing her pussy lips against his cock shaft, coating it with her fresh pussy juices.
She broke the kiss just enough to plead again, voice thick with lust, almost sobbing with need.
"I’m begging you... ram your cock into my pussy... make me scream... make me cum all over your cock... please... I need it so bad... my pussy is throbbing for you... don’t tease me... fuck me hard... fill me with your cum... please... please... I can’t stand it..."
Her right hand guided his cock to her pussy entrance, rubbing the cock head along her pussy lips, teasing her clit with the tip, then positioning it at her pussy opening, hips tilting forward desperately, urging him inside. Her pussy lips parted around his cock head, her pussy clenching in frantic anticipation, her clit throbbing against his cock shaft, her asshole clenching, her navel quivering, her boobs heaving with each needy breath, her thick juicy thighs trembling, her plump ass cheeks clenching, her body burning, ready, pleading for him to take her completely.
"Please... now... fuck me... I need your cock deep inside my pussy... please... I’m yours... just fuck me... make me cum... I’m begging you..." she gasped, voice raw and desperate, her large dark eyes locked on his, tears of pure need in the corners, her entire body trembling with overwhelming arousal, completely lost to the aching hunger in her pussy, her clit, her asshole, her boobs, begging shamelessly for his cock to fill her again.







The cameraman stood motionless for one long heartbeat, water still dripping from his skin, his cock thickening under her desperate grip. Then he moved — fast, decisive — his hands grabbing her waist, fingers sinking deep into her waist flesh, lifting her off the tile in one powerful motion. Her legs wrapped instinctively around his hips, thick juicy thighs locking tight, her pussy lips spreading open against the hard length of his cock, clit grinding against his cock shaft as he pressed her back to the shower wall, the cool tiles shocking her back and ass cheeks.
"Please... now... fuck me... I need your cock inside my pussy... deep... hard... please..." she gasped, voice raw, hips bucking forward, trying to impale herself on his cock, her pussy lips sliding wetly along his cock head, clit throbbing against his cock shaft, her boobs crushed against his chest, nipples scbanging his skin, her mangalsutra clinking between them, her silver anklets jingling as her feet flexed against his ass cheeks.
He didn’t tease. He adjusted his grip, right hand sliding under her right ass cheek, fingers spreading her ass cheeks apart, middle finger pressing against her asshole entrance again, feeling the clench, while his left hand gripped her left ass cheek, squeezing hard. With one brutal upward thrust, he buried his cock deep inside her pussy, cock head slamming against her deepest pussy walls, stretching her pussy lips wide around his thickness, her pussy juices squirting around his cock shaft from the force.
"Aah... yes... fuck me... harder... please..." she cried out, head falling back against the tile, boobs bouncing with each thrust, nipples scbanging his chest, her thick juicy thighs squeezing his hips tighter, her plump ass cheeks clenching around his hands, her asshole pulsing against his middle finger, her navel quivering with every slam, her large dark eyes rolling back in ecstasy.
He fucked her pussy relentlessly, hips pistoning upward, cock slamming deep into her pussy again and again, cock head battering her deepest pussy walls, balls slapping her asshole with wet, rhythmic smacks, his right middle finger circling her asshole entrance in time with each thrust, pressing just the tip inside her asshole on every other stroke, making her asshole clench and flutter around his finger, the dual penetration driving her wild, her pussy clenching violently around his cock, her clit grinding against his cock base with every upward slam.
"Yes... fuck my pussy... fuck my asshole... please... don’t stop... make me cum... fill me... I need your cum in my pussy... please..." she begged, voice hoarse and frantic, boobs bouncing wildly against his chest, nipples scbanging his skin raw, her thick juicy thighs locked around his hips, heels digging into his ass cheeks, her plump ass cheeks clenching around his hands, her asshole clenching greedily around his finger, her pussy lips stretched wide around his cock, clit throbbing against his cock base, her navel quivering, her body shaking with every brutal thrust, completely lost to the overwhelming pleasure, begging shamelessly for his cock to claim her deeper.
He fucked her harder, faster, cock slamming deep into her pussy, balls slapping her asshole, middle finger thrusting shallowly into her asshole in time with his cock, the dual rhythm pushing her closer, her pussy clenching tighter, her clit pulsing harder, her asshole fluttering around his finger, her moans turning into desperate cries.
"Mmmm... aaah... yes... fuck me... please... I’m so close... cum in my pussy... fill me... please..." she gasped, voice raw, boobs heaving against him, nipples scbanging, her thick juicy thighs trembling violently, her plump ass cheeks clenching around his hands, her pussy throbbing on the edge, clit aching, asshole pulsing, body arching, ready to shatter.



The cameraman stood motionless for one long heartbeat, water still dripping from his skin, his cock thickening under her desperate grip. Then he moved — fast, decisive — his hands grabbing her waist, fingers sinking deep into her waist flesh, lifting her off the tile in one powerful motion. Her legs wrapped instinctively around his hips, thick juicy thighs locking tight, her pussy lips spreading open against the hard length of his cock, clit grinding against his cock shaft as he pressed her back to the shower wall, the cool tiles shocking her back and ass cheeks.
"Daddy... please... fuck me... I need your cock inside my pussy... deep... hard... please..." she gasped, voice raw and dripping with lust, hips bucking forward eagerly, trying to sink herself onto his cock, her pussy lips sliding wetly along his cock head, clit throbbing against his cock shaft, her boobs crushed against his chest, nipples scbanging his skin, her mangalsutra clinking between them, her silver anklets jingling as her feet flexed against his ass cheeks.
"Sudha... good girl... Daddy’s gonna fuck you just how you need it," the cameraman growled against her ear, voice rough and possessive, hips adjusting, right hand sliding under her right ass cheek, fingers spreading her ass cheeks apart, middle finger pressing against her asshole entrance again, feeling the eager clench, while his left hand gripped her left ass cheek, squeezing hard. With one brutal upward thrust, he buried his cock deep inside her pussy, cock head slamming against her deepest pussy walls, stretching her pussy lips wide around his thickness, her pussy juices squirting around his cock shaft from the force.
"Aah... yes... Daddy... fuck me... harder... please... fuck my pussy... make me yours..." she cried out, head falling back against the tile, boobs bouncing with each thrust, nipples scbanging his chest, her thick juicy thighs squeezing his hips tighter, heels digging into his ass cheeks, her plump ass cheeks clenching around his hands, her asshole pulsing against his middle finger, her navel quivering with every slam, her large dark eyes rolling back in pure bliss.
He fucked her pussy relentlessly, hips pistoning upward, cock slamming deep into her pussy again and again, cock head battering her deepest pussy walls, balls slapping her asshole with wet, rhythmic smacks, his right middle finger circling her asshole entrance in time with each thrust, pressing just the tip inside her asshole on every other stroke, making her asshole clench and flutter around his finger, the dual penetration driving her wild, her pussy clenching violently around his cock, her clit grinding against his cock base with every upward slam.
"Yes... Daddy... fuck my pussy... fuck my asshole... please... don’t stop... make me cum... fill me... I need your cum in my pussy... please..." she begged, voice hoarse and frantic with pleasure, boobs bouncing wildly against his chest, nipples scbanging his skin raw, her thick juicy thighs locked around his hips, heels digging into his ass cheeks, her plump ass cheeks clenching around his hands, her asshole clenching greedily around his finger, her pussy lips stretched wide around his cock, clit throbbing against his cock base, her navel quivering, her body shaking with every brutal thrust, completely lost to the overwhelming pleasure, begging shamelessly for his cock to claim her deeper.
"Sudha... take Daddy’s cock... your pussy is so fucking perfect... squeezing me... gonna cum... gonna fill your pussy with Daddy’s cum..." he growled against her ear, hips pistoning faster, cock swelling thicker inside her pussy, balls drawing up tight against her asshole.
"Yes... Daddy... cum in my pussy... fill me... please... I want it... give me your cum... fuck me harder... make me cum with you... please..." she gasped, voice cracking with raw ecstasy, boobs heaving against him, nipples scbanging, her thick juicy thighs trembling violently, her plump ass cheeks clenching around his hands, her pussy throbbing on the edge, clit aching, asshole pulsing around his finger, body arching, ready to shatter.
Their bodies locked together — his cock slamming deep at the exact moment her pussy clenched tightest, his balls slapping her asshole as her clit pulsed hardest, his middle finger thrusting into her asshole as her asshole fluttered in perfect sync, their spasms aligning, their moans rising together in one raw, unified wave.
“Mnmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm” they both moaned at the same moment as they were about to cum, her boobs heaving against his chest, nipples scbanging his skin, her thick juicy thighs quivering violently around his hips, her plump ass cheeks clenching and relaxing against his hands, her pussy swollen and dripping, her clit throbbing intensely against his cock base, her asshole clenching rhythmically around his finger, her navel quivering, her mouth watering uncontrollably, her body trembling with uncontrollable arousal, their moans blending into one desperate, shared sound.
The moment he dug his cock deep inside her pussy one last time, his cock head slamming against her deepest pussy walls, his cock throbbing violently inside her pussy, his balls tightening, his cock pulsing inside her pussy, he could not hold it anymore.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” he roared and came deep inside my pussy, his cock erupting violently, spurting thick, hot jets of cum deep into her pussy, flooding her pussy channel in powerful pulses, his cock throbbing and jerking inside her pussy, each spurt slamming against her deepest pussy walls, filling her pussy to overflowing, cum gushing out around his cock shaft in creamy white streams, dripping down her pussy lips and clit, coating her asshole and inner thighs, his balls contracting hard against her asshole, pumping more and more cum into her pussy, his cock head pressed tight against her deepest pussy walls, his cum pouring in thick ropes, his cock throbbing with each massive spurt, his balls emptying inside her pussy, his cock spurting again and again, filling her pussy until it overflowed, cum leaking out in heavy streams down her pussy lips, her clit, her asshole, her inner thighs, his cock still jerking, spurting the last thick jets deep inside her pussy, his cock throbbing with aftershocks, pulsing inside her pussy, his cum flooding her pussy, his breathing ragged and broken, body shaking against hers.
At the exact same moment he came deep inside her pussy, her body reacted instantly — her pussy clenching violently around his cock, her clit throbbing intensely against his balls, her asshole clenching tight around his finger, her boobs heaving wildly against his chest, her thick juicy thighs quivering uncontrollably around his hips, her plump ass cheeks clenching and relaxing against his hands, “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” she screamed, her voice shattering into a raw, desperate cry as she came all over his cock, her pussy convulsing violently around his cock, her clit exploding in intense, pulsing waves against his balls, her asshole clenching rhythmically around his finger, her boobs bouncing wildly against his chest, her thick juicy thighs shaking uncontrollably around his hips, her plump ass cheeks lifting higher against his hands, her pussy squirting her cum in powerful jets around his cock, her pussy juices flooding his cock and balls, mixing with his cum, dripping down her pussy lips, her clit, her asshole, her inner thighs, her clit throbbing with each crushing wave of orgasm, her pussy convulsing again and again, squirting harder, her body arching off the wall, trembling uncontrollably, moaning louder and more desperately as she came hard, her pussy spasming, her clit pulsing intensely, her boobs bouncing wildly, her thick juicy thighs shaking, her plump ass cheeks lifting higher, her pussy squirting again and again, her body lost in the most violent, overwhelming orgasm, her moans filling the bathroom, her pussy clenching and releasing around his cock, her clit pulsing with pleasure, her asshole clenching, her navel quivering, her boobs heaving, her thick juicy thighs trembling, her plump ass cheeks clenching against his hands, her body shaking with wave after wave of orgasm, her pussy squirting her cum onto his cock, her clit throbbing hard, her asshole clenching, her navel quivering, her mouth watering, her large dark eyes rolling back, glazing with intense pleasure, her body trembling with uncontrollable ecstasy.
The cameraman pulled his cock out of her pussy, his cock dripping cum and her pussy juices, his cock throbbing with aftershocks, his balls empty, his cock hanging thick and spent between his legs as he stepped back, breathing hard.

[novelistcasanova]

The cameraman wrapped both arms around my wife’s naked body, hugging her tightly from the front, his chest pressing against her boobs, his cock — still half-hard — resting against her lower belly just below her mangalsutra. His hands slid down her back, palms gliding over her shoulder blades, then lower to her lower back just above her ass cheeks, fingers spreading wide across her lower back flesh, thumbs pressing into the dimples above her ass cheeks, pulling her closer until her pussy mound brushed his cock base, her clit throbbing softly against his skin.
He lowered his mouth to her neck, kissing the sensitive spot below her ear first, lips sucking gently, tongue flicking out to taste her skin, then moving higher to kiss along her jawline, lips brushing her cheek, then capturing her lips in a slow, deep kiss, tongue sliding into her mouth, tasting her tongue, swirling with hers, sucking her lower lip softly, nibbling it with tender care.
"Sudha... I saw how Arjun came inside your pussy too quickly... left you horny... unsatisfied... your pussy still aching for more... Daddy has to help you with that... make you cum the way you deserve..." he murmured against her lips, voice low and thick with promise, his right hand sliding down to grab her right ass cheek, squeezing the plump flesh firmly, fingers digging into her right ass cheek, while his left hand cupped her left ass cheek, thumb tracing the crack between her ass cheeks, brushing her asshole entrance lightly.
"Mmmm... yes, Daddy... I knew you would help me... I knew you’d take care of me... I love showering with you... feeling you like this..." she whispered back, voice husky and content, a soft giggle escaping her lips as she nuzzled against his neck, her boobs pressing harder against his chest, nipples scbanging his skin, her thick juicy thighs shifting, rubbing her pussy lips gently against his cock shaft, her clit pulsing softly against him, her navel quivering with quiet excitement, her large dark eyes sparkling with playful satisfaction.
He kissed her again, deeper, tongue thrusting into her mouth, tasting her fully, while his hands squeezed her ass cheeks tenderly, fingers spreading her ass cheeks apart lightly, middle finger of his right hand circling her asshole entrance teasingly, making her asshole clench and flutter under the touch. She moaned into his mouth, "Mmmm... aaah...", her boobs heaving against him, nipples scbanging his chest, her thick juicy thighs trembling, her pussy lips parting slightly, clit pulsing against his cock shaft.
He guided her back under the shower spray, warm water cascading over both of them now. He grabbed the soap, lathering his palms thickly, then started soaping her boobs again, palms cupping her boobs, fingers spreading foam across the full curves of her boobs, thumbs circling her nipples slowly, rubbing the lather in firm circles that made her nipples harden and throb under his touch, her boobs jiggling slightly with each stroke.
"Daddy... yes... soap my boobs... I love your hands on me... feels so good..." she moaned, voice soft and content, her boobs pushing into his palms, nipples scbanging his fingers, her thick juicy thighs trembling, her pussy lips parting slightly, clit throbbing, her asshole clenching softly.
He slid his soapy hands lower, palms gliding over her stomach, fingers tracing her navel in slow circles, thumbs pressing into the flesh around her navel, rubbing the foam into her lower belly, then down to her hips, squeezing her hips firmly, fingers digging into her hips, thumbs stroking the flesh just above her pussy mound.
He turned her around gently so her back faced him, boobs pressing against the glass again, and lathered her back, palms gliding from her shoulders down to her lower back just above her ass cheeks, fingers kneading her shoulder blades, thumbs tracing her spine in long strokes, rubbing foam into her back flesh, then lower to her ass cheeks, spreading her ass cheeks apart again, middle finger circling her asshole entrance with soapy foam, teasing the tight ring until it fluttered and clenched.
"Daddy... mmm... soap my asshole... I love how you touch me everywhere..." she moaned, voice husky and satisfied, boobs sliding against the glass, nipples scbanging wetly, her thick juicy thighs trembling, her pussy lips parting wider, clit throbbing softly, her asshole clenching greedily around his teasing finger, her navel quivering faster, her body completely relaxed and content under his steady, caring hands, enjoying the intimate shower together, the warm water and his touch making her feel safe, loved, and deeply satisfied.



The cameraman kept his arms around my wife’s naked body, hugging her tightly from the front, his chest pressing against her boobs, his cock resting against her lower belly just below her mangalsutra. He guided her back under the warm shower spray, water cascading over both of them, soaking their skin as he lathered fresh soap between his palms.
He started soaping her boobs again, palms cupping her boobs, fingers spreading foam across the full curves of her boobs, thumbs circling her nipples slowly, rubbing the lather in firm circles that made her nipples harden and throb under his touch, her boobs jiggling slightly with each stroke.
"Mmmm... Daddy... yes... soap my boobs... I love your hands on me..." she moaned softly, her boobs pushing into his palms, nipples scbanging his fingers, her thick juicy thighs trembling, her pussy lips parting slightly, clit throbbing, her asshole clenching softly.
His soapy hands slid lower, palms gliding over her stomach, fingers tracing her navel in slow circles, thumbs pressing into the flesh around her navel, rubbing the foam into her lower belly, then down to her hips, squeezing her hips firmly, fingers digging into her hips, thumbs stroking the flesh just above her pussy mound.
He turned her around gently so her back faced him, boobs pressing against the glass again, and lathered her back, palms gliding from her shoulders down to her lower back just above her ass cheeks, fingers kneading her shoulder blades, thumbs tracing her spine in long strokes, rubbing foam into her back flesh, then lower to her ass cheeks, spreading her ass cheeks apart again, middle finger circling her asshole entrance with soapy foam, teasing the tight ring until it fluttered and clenched.
"Daddy... mmm... soap my asshole... I love how you touch me everywhere..." she moaned, voice husky and satisfied, boobs sliding against the glass, nipples scbanging wetly, her thick juicy thighs trembling, her pussy lips parting wider, clit throbbing softly, her asshole clenching greedily around his teasing finger, her navel quivering faster.
He moved his soapy hands to her thighs, palms gliding down the outer flesh of her thighs from her hips to her knees, fingers wrapping around her thighs, squeezing the muscle of her thighs with controlled pressure, thumbs stroking the inner flesh of her thighs in long, sensual glides, rubbing the foam into her thighs flesh, making her thighs tremble harder.
His hands slid lower, palms cupping her knees, fingers spreading foam across the front flesh of her knees, thumbs circling her knees slowly, then gliding down her calves, fingers wrapping around her calves, squeezing the muscle of her calves with firm pressure, thumbs stroking the inner flesh of her calves in slow circles, rubbing the foam into her calves flesh.
He knelt lower, hands moving to her ankles, fingers spreading foam across the front flesh of her ankles, thumbs circling her ankles slowly, then gliding down to her feet, palms cupping her heels, fingers spreading foam across the soles of her feet, thumbs pressing into the arches of her feet, rubbing the foam into her feet flesh, then sliding between her toes, soaping each toe individually, fingers gliding along the sensitive skin between her toes, making her toes curl and flex under his touch.
"Mmmm... aaah..." she moaned louder, her boobs heaving against the glass, nipples scbanging wetly, her thick juicy thighs trembling, her pussy lips parting wider, her clit swelling and pulsing harder between her thighs, her navel quivering faster, her body completely surrendered to the slow, thorough soaping from her head to her feet, the slippery hands gliding over her boobs, her stomach, her back, her ass cheeks, her thighs, her calves, her feet, her pussy throbbing with deep, shameless arousal, her clit aching for more, her asshole pulsing with need, her large dark eyes half-closed, lost in the sensation, horny and aching under his steady, erotic care.
He rinsed her completely, warm water cascading over her boobs, her navel, her pussy lips, her asshole, her thighs, her calves, her feet, washing away every trace of soap and cum. She stood under the spray, body clean, flushed, glistening, breathing deep and steady, her pussy still throbbing softly, her clit pulsing, her asshole clenching with lingering need, her boobs heaving calmly, her thick juicy thighs relaxed, her plump ass cheeks resting against the glass.
He turned off the water and stepped out first, grabbing a large soft towel, holding it open for her. She stepped out slowly, water dripping from her boobs, her navel, her pussy lips, her thighs, her calves, her feet, and let him wrap the towel around her, tucking it above her boobs, covering her boobs, her navel, her pussy lips, her thighs, her ass cheeks, the soft towel clinging to her wet skin.
She looked up at him, large dark eyes sparkling with satisfaction and lingering heat, a soft smile on her lips.
"Thank you, Daddy... that felt so good..." she whispered, voice low and content, leaning into him for one last hug, her boobs pressing against his chest through the towel, her pussy mound brushing his cock base again, her clit throbbing softly against the towel, her body relaxed, clean, and deeply satisfied from the intimate shower together.


The cameraman stepped into the shower cabinet first, water still dripping from his naked body, cock hanging thick and spent between his legs. My wife followed slowly, her boobs heaving with each step, pussy lips still swollen and glistening from the warm water, thick juicy thighs trembling faintly, plump ass cheeks clenching with lingering aftershocks, mangalsutra swaying between her boobs, silver anklets jingling softly on the tile.
He turned, saw me standing frozen in the doorway, heart hammering, cock straining painfully inside my white dhoti, leaking precum in thick pulses down my thigh. A slow, knowing smile spread across his face — satisfied, paternal.
"Rajesh... take your wife home now. She needs rest after everything," he said calmly, voice steady and low, eyes flicking to my wife with quiet affection before returning to me. **"She’s been through a lot. Let her sleep."
My wife looked at me then — large dark eyes soft, hazy, still flushed from the shower and the care, her boobs rising and falling slowly, nipples still hard, pussy lips parted and slick, clit throbbing visibly under the bathroom light. She gave me a small, tired smile, stepped toward me on unsteady legs, anklets jingling with each step.
I grabbed her waist the moment she reached me, fingers digging into her waist flesh, pulling her naked body against mine so hard her boobs crushed against my chest through the dhoti, nipples scbanging the thin cotton, her pussy mound pressing against my cock through the fabric, clit throbbing against my hardness. My cock throbbed painfully against her pussy mound, leaking more precum through the dhoti, soaking the fabric between us. I was shaking — with raw, burning need, jealousy twisting into something hotter, darker, possessive.
"You’re mine," I growled against her ear, voice rough, hands sliding down to grab her ass cheeks, squeezing the plump flesh hard, fingers spreading her ass cheeks apart, middle finger pressing against her asshole entrance, feeling the lingering warmth and clench. "No one else gets to fuck your pussy... no one else gets to make you cum... only me... say it."
"Yours... Rajesh... only yours... my pussy is yours... only your cock fucks me... only you make me cum..." she moaned into my neck, voice thick with lust, boobs heaving against me, nipples scbanging my chest through the dhoti, her thick juicy thighs parting slightly, pussy lips rubbing against my cock through the fabric, clit throbbing hard against my hardness, her navel quivering as her stomach pressed into me.
"You let them cum inside your pussy... let them stretch your pussy lips... but you belong to me... your pussy is mine... your asshole is mine... your boobs are mine... every fucking inch of you is mine," I snarled, middle finger circling her asshole entrance, making her asshole clench and flutter, my cock throbbing against her pussy mound.
"Yes... Rajesh... all yours... my pussy belongs to you... my asshole belongs to you... my boobs belong to you... fuck me... claim me... please..." she begged, hips grinding against my cock, pussy lips sliding wetly along my hardness through the dhoti, clit pulsing against my cock shaft, her boobs pressing harder against my chest, nipples scbanging through the fabric, her thick juicy thighs trembling around my hips, her plump ass cheeks clenching around my hands, her asshole pulsing against my finger.
I walked her backward out of the bathroom, never breaking contact, hands squeezing her ass cheeks harder, middle finger circling her asshole entrance, making her asshole clench and flutter. The boys were gone — the room empty, bed freshly made. I pushed her down onto it, her back hitting the sheets, boobs bouncing, pussy lips parting wide as her thighs spread instinctively.
I remove my dhoti off, cock springing free, thick and leaking precum, balls heavy and aching. I grabbed her thighs, spreading them wide, thumbs pressing into the inner flesh of her thighs, opening her pussy lips completely, her clit throbbing and swollen, pussy entrance still slick from the shower and earlier cum.
"Say it again... your pussy is mine... only mine... no one else fucks this pussy... no one else cums in this pussy..." I growled, cock head rubbing her pussy lips, teasing her clit until she whimpered.
"My pussy is yours... only yours... no one else fucks my pussy... no one else cums in my pussy... only you... please... fuck me... claim your pussy... make me cum on your cock..." she moaned, hips lifting, pussy lips parting wider, clit throbbing against my cock head, her boobs heaving, nipples hard and dark, her thick juicy thighs trembling around my hips, her plump ass cheeks clenching against the sheets, her asshole clenching in anticipation, her navel quivering.
I thrust forward hard, burying my cock deep inside her pussy in one savage stroke, cock head slamming against her deepest pussy walls, stretching her pussy lips wide around my thickness, her pussy juices squirting around my cock shaft. I fucked her pussy with jealous, possessive fury, hips slamming forward, cock pounding deep into her pussy again and again, balls slapping her asshole with wet smacks, hands grabbing her boobs, squeezing the plump flesh hard, fingers pinching her nipples, tugging them roughly.
"Mine... your pussy is mine... your asshole is mine... your boobs are mine... every fucking inch of you is mine... no one else touches this pussy... no one else makes this pussy cum..." I growled, cock slamming deeper, cock head battering her deepest pussy walls, balls slapping her asshole.
"Yours... Rajesh... my pussy is yours... my asshole is yours... my boobs are yours... only you touch my pussy... only you make my pussy cum... fuck me... claim me... please..." she moaned, voice hoarse with pleasure, boobs bouncing under my hands, nipples throbbing between my fingers, her thick juicy thighs locked around my hips, heels digging into my ass cheeks, her plump ass cheeks clenching against the sheets, her pussy clenching violently around my cock, clit grinding against my cock base, her asshole pulsing, her navel quivering, her large dark eyes locked on mine, filled with lust and surrender.
I fucked her pussy harder, faster, cock slamming deep, balls slapping her asshole, hands squeezing her boobs harder, fingers pinching her nipples roughly, tugging them until she arched, boobs thrusting up into my grip. Her pussy clenched tighter, clit throbbing harder, asshole fluttering, her moans turning into desperate cries.
"Mmmm... aaah... yes... Rajesh... fuck me... claim my pussy... make me cum... please..." she gasped, voice raw, boobs bouncing wildly, nipples throbbing, her thick juicy thighs trembling violently, her plump ass cheeks clenching, her pussy throbbing on the edge, clit aching, body arching, ready to shatter.
Our bodies locked together — my cock slamming deep at the exact moment her pussy clenched tightest, my balls slapping her asshole as her clit pulsed hardest, our spasms aligning, moans rising together in one raw wave.
“Mnmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm” we both moaned at the same moment as we were about to cum, her boobs heaving against my chest, nipples scbanging my skin, her thick juicy thighs quivering violently around my hips, her plump ass cheeks clenching and relaxing against the sheets, her pussy swollen and dripping, her clit throbbing intensely against my cock base, her asshole clenching rhythmically, her navel quivering, her mouth watering uncontrollably, her body trembling with uncontrollable arousal, our moans blending into one desperate, shared sound.
The moment I dug my cock deep inside her pussy one last time, my cock head slamming against her deepest pussy walls, my cock throbbing violently inside her pussy, my balls tightening, my cock pulsing inside her pussy, I could not hold it anymore.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” I roared and came deep inside my pussy, my cock erupting violently, spurting thick, hot jets of cum deep into her pussy, flooding her pussy channel in powerful pulses, my cock throbbing and jerking inside her pussy, each spurt slamming against her deepest pussy walls, filling her pussy to overflowing, cum gushing out around my cock shaft in creamy white streams, dripping down her pussy lips and clit, coating her asshole and inner thighs, my balls contracting hard against her asshole, pumping more and more cum into her pussy, my cock head pressed tight against her deepest pussy walls, my cum pouring in thick ropes, my cock throbbing with each massive spurt, my balls emptying inside her pussy, my cock spurting again and again, filling her pussy until it overflowed, cum leaking out in heavy streams down her pussy lips, her clit, her asshole, her inner thighs, my cock still jerking, spurting the last thick jets deep inside her pussy, my cock throbbing with aftershocks, pulsing inside her pussy, my cum flooding her pussy, my breathing ragged and broken, body shaking against hers.
At the exact same moment I came deep inside her pussy, her body reacted instantly — her pussy clenching violently around my cock, her clit throbbing intensely against my balls, her asshole clenching tight, “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” she screamed, her voice shattering into a raw, desperate cry as she came all over my cock, her pussy convulsing violently around my cock, her clit exploding in intense, pulsing waves against my balls, her asshole clenching rhythmically, her boobs bouncing wildly against my chest, her thick juicy thighs shaking uncontrollably around my hips, her plump ass cheeks lifting higher against the sheets, her pussy squirting her cum in powerful jets around my cock, her pussy juices flooding my cock and balls, mixing with my cum, dripping down her pussy lips, her clit, her asshole, her inner thighs, her clit throbbing with each crushing wave of orgasm, her pussy convulsing again and again, squirting harder, her body arching off the bed, trembling uncontrollably, moaning louder and more desperately as she came hard, her pussy spasming, her clit pulsing intensely, her boobs bouncing wildly, her thick juicy thighs shaking, her plump ass cheeks lifting higher, her pussy squirting again and again, her body lost in the most violent, overwhelming orgasm, her moans filling the room, her pussy clenching and releasing around my cock, her clit pulsing with pleasure, her asshole clenching, her navel quivering, her boobs heaving, her thick juicy thighs trembling, her plump ass cheeks clenching against the sheets, her body shaking with wave after wave of orgasm, her pussy squirting her cum onto my cock, her clit throbbing hard, her asshole clenching, her navel quivering, her mouth watering, her large dark eyes rolling back, glazing with intense pleasure, her body trembling with uncontrollable ecstasy.
I collapsed over her, cock still buried deep inside her pussy, pulsing with aftershocks, cum leaking out around my cock shaft, dripping down her pussy lips and asshole, our bodies shaking together, breathing ragged, hearts pounding in sync.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, boobs pressed against my chest, nipples still hard against my skin, her thick juicy thighs still locked around my hips, ankles crossed behind my ass cheeks, her pussy clenching softly around my cock, milking the last drops, her clit throbbing against my cock base, her asshole pulsing, her navel quivering against my stomach, her large dark eyes meeting mine, soft and sated.
"Yours... Rajesh... always yours..." she whispered, voice hoarse but content, lips brushing mine in a soft, exhausted kiss, her boobs heaving slowly against me, nipples softening, her thick juicy thighs relaxing around my hips, her plump ass cheeks settling against the sheets, her pussy still warm and full around my cock, her body completely mine again.

[novelistcasanova]

My wife and I stood beside the freshly made bed in the quiet room, the air still heavy with the scent of soap and lingering arousal. She reached for her clothes first — yellow saree, yellow blouse, yellow petticoat, white bra, maroon panties — laid neatly on a chair by the cameraman earlier. I watched her every move, cock still half-hard inside my white dhoti, heart pounding with possessive satisfaction.

She stepped into her maroon panties first, pulling them up her thick juicy thighs, the maroon panties sliding over her pussy lips and ass cheeks, settling snug against her pussy mound and asshole. She hooked her white bra behind her back, cups covering her boobs, straps over her shoulders, adjusting until her boobs sat full and round inside the white bra. She slipped into her yellow petticoat next, tying the drawstring around her waist just below her mangalsutra, the yellow petticoat hugging her hips and lower belly. She dbangd the yellow saree over her yellow petticoat, pleating it carefully at her navel, tucking the pallu over her left shoulder, the yellow saree clinging to her boobs, her navel visible through the low waist, her thick juicy thighs outlined under the yellow saree folds. She wore her silver anklets last, bending to clasp them around her ankles, the tiny bells jingling softly as she straightened.
I pulled my dhoti back on, tying it around my waist, cock still throbbing faintly against the cotton, precum staining the front.
The bathroom door opened. The cameraman stepped out, in a white bathrobe tied loosely at his waist, cock outline visible under the robe, water droplets still clinging to his chest and neck. He looked at us — me standing beside her, my hand on her waist, her yellow saree pleats perfect, mangalsutra gleaming between her boobs — and smiled, calm and paternal.
He walked to my wife, grabbed her face gently with both hands, fingers resting along her jawline, thumbs brushing her cheeks. He leaned down and kissed her forehead softly, lips lingering there for a long moment.
"Sudha... be careful with Giridhar Sir and the boys. They’ll try to pull you back in. Focus on your last semester... clear your degree... don’t entertain them anymore. You deserve better than that. If you ever need help — any help — call me. Anytime. Daddy’s here for you."
My wife looked up at him, large dark eyes soft and grateful, a small smile on her lips. She nodded slowly.
"Yes, Daddy... thank you... I’ll focus on my studies... I’ll clear my degree... I won’t let them distract me again..." she whispered, voice quiet and sincere, her boobs rising and falling calmly under the yellow saree and yellow blouse, nipples soft now against the white bra, her thick juicy thighs relaxed under the yellow saree folds and maroon panties, her pussy lips still tingling faintly under the maroon panties, her navel hidden but quivering slightly with emotion.
The cameraman released her face, stepped back, and smiled at both of us — warm, approving.
"Good. Go home now. Rest. Take care of each other."
My wife turned to me, slipped her hand into mine, fingers interlacing tightly, mangalsutra swaying as she moved. I squeezed her hand, feeling the warmth of her palm, the pulse in her wrist.
We walked out together — her yellow saree rustling softly with each step, anklets jingling, my dhoti brushing her hip, her boobs swaying gently under the yellow blouse and white bra, her pussy lips still sensitive under her maroon panties, her navel quivering with quiet contentment. We left the room, the cameraman watching us go with that same calm smile, the door closing softly behind us.
We were happy — deeply, quietly happy — walking home together, her hand in mine, her body mine again, her pussy, her boobs, her ass cheeks, her asshole, her clit, her navel, her thighs — all mine, safe, loved, and ready for whatever came next.


Months passed. My wife threw herself into her studies with fierce determination, attending every lecture, studying late into the nights, her boobs rising and falling calmly under her yellow blouse as she pored over books, her thick juicy thighs crossed under the table in her maroon panties, her pussy lips still sensitive under the cotton when she thought of what she’d overcome. She cleared every subject in her final semester — no distractions, no boys, no Giridhar Sir. Her results came, and she passed with flying colors, degree secured, her dream finally achieved.
We celebrated quietly at home — her in her favorite yellow saree, mangalsutra gleaming between her boobs, silver anklets jingling as she moved around the kitchen, preparing a simple meal, her navel visible through the low waist, her pussy mound outlined softly under the saree folds and maroon panties. She smiled at me across the table, large dark eyes bright with pride and relief.
"Rajesh... I did it... my degree... it’s done... I’m so happy..." she whispered, voice thick with emotion, boobs rising and falling under the yellow blouse, nipples soft against the white bra, her thick juicy thighs shifting under the yellow saree, her plump ass cheeks settling against the chair.
But the joy was short-lived. Our house construction — the dream home we’d started building — stalled. Funds ran dry. Workers left. Materials piled up unpaid. We sat on the unfinished floor one evening, her yellow saree tucked around her hips, navel quivering with worry, boobs heaving under the yellow blouse, pussy lips tingling faintly under her maroon panties as she leaned against me.
"Rajesh... we can’t lose this... our home... I’ll call him... Daddy... he said if I ever needed help..." she said quietly, voice trembling but resolute, large dark eyes meeting mine.
She dialed his number. He answered on the first ring.
"Daddy... it’s Sudha... we’re in trouble... the house... we can’t finish it... we need money... please..." she said, voice soft, boobs rising and falling quickly under the yellow blouse, nipples hardening slightly against the white bra with anxiety, her thick juicy thighs pressing together under the yellow saree, pussy mound shifting under the maroon panties.
He didn’t hesitate.
"Sudha... don’t worry... I’ll send it today. Enough to finish everything. Your home will be complete. You deserve it... after everything." he replied, voice calm, warm, paternal.
The money arrived within hours — more than enough. Workers returned. Construction resumed. Walls went up, roof completed, floors tiled, doors fitted. My wife supervised every detail, yellow saree rustling as she moved through the site, mangalsutra swaying between her boobs, silver anklets jingling, boobs bouncing gently under the yellow blouse, nipples soft against the white bra, her thick juicy thighs outlined under the saree folds and maroon panties, navel visible and quivering with excitement.
Finally, the house was done — our home, fully constructed, every room ours. We stood in the living room that evening, sunlight streaming through the windows, her yellow saree glowing, mangalsutra gleaming, silver anklets jingling as she turned to me, large dark eyes shining with joy.
"Rajesh... it’s ours... our home... I did it... we did it..." she whispered, stepping into my arms, boobs pressing against my chest through the yellow blouse and white bra, nipples soft against me, her thick juicy thighs brushing mine under the saree, pussy mound warm against my cock through my dhoti, clit pulsing faintly under her maroon panties, her navel quivering against my stomach, her plump ass cheeks clenching softly as I hugged her tight.
"Yes... ours... forever..." I murmured, hands sliding down to squeeze her ass cheeks, fingers digging into the plump flesh, middle finger brushing her asshole entrance through the saree and maroon panties, feeling her asshole clench in response.
She sighed happily, boobs rising and falling against me, nipples hardening slightly under the white bra, her thick juicy thighs trembling with quiet contentment, her pussy lips warm and satisfied under the maroon panties, her clit pulsing softly, her navel quivering with joy, her body completely mine, safe, loved, and home at last.



The housewarming celebration filled the living room and veranda with guests, laughter, music, and the aroma of food. My wife moved gracefully among them in her yellow saree, yellow blouse, yellow petticoat, white bra, maroon panties, mangalsutra gleaming between her boobs, silver anklets jingling softly with each step, boobs swaying gently under the blouse, navel visible through the low waist, thick juicy thighs outlined under the saree folds.
The cameraman arrived, carrying a small gift box. He smiled when he saw her — calm, paternal. She greeted him with a soft hug, boobs pressing briefly against his chest, nipples soft under the white bra, her pussy mound brushing his hip for a heartbeat, clit giving a faint throb under her maroon panties.
"Daddy... thank you for coming... thank you for everything," she whispered against his ear, voice low.
"Sudha... this home is beautiful... you deserve it," he replied quietly, hand resting briefly on her waist, fingers brushing her hip through the yellow saree.
I watched from across the room, cock stirring inside my white dhoti, heart pounding with pride and dark excitement. When the guests were distracted with food and conversation, I pulled my wife aside into the hallway.
"He helped us build this house... everything we have... tonight, as my gift to him... I want you to give yourself to him... let him enjoy your pussy... your boobs... your asshole... everything... in our bedroom. I’ll handle the guests in the living room."
Her large dark eyes widened, then softened with understanding, boobs rising and falling quickly under the yellow blouse, nipples hardening against the white bra, her thick juicy thighs pressing together under the yellow saree, pussy lips tingling under the maroon panties, clit pulsing with sudden heat.
"Yes... Rajesh... if that’s what you want... I’ll give him everything... for you... for us..." she whispered, voice trembling with arousal, navel quivering under the saree, plump ass cheeks clenching faintly.
I led her to our bedroom, the door closing softly behind us. The cameraman followed moments later, stepping inside, eyes dark with quiet hunger as he saw her standing there — yellow saree clinging to her boobs, navel exposed, thick juicy thighs outlined, mangalsutra gleaming.
I kissed her forehead once, then left the room, closing the door, returning to the living room to attend to the guests, laughter and music covering the sounds that would soon come from behind that door.
Inside the bedroom, the cameraman enjoyed her fully — her pussy, her boobs, her asshole, everything — while I stayed in the living room, greeting guests, smiling, pretending everything was normal, my cock hard inside my white dhoti, leaking precum, knowing she was giving herself to him as my gift, her boobs bouncing, her pussy stretched, her asshole clenching, her moans muffled behind the closed door.
The celebration continued outside, music playing, guests laughing, while inside our bedroom, the old man took what I offered — her body, her pleasure, her surrender — completely.


Years later, the cameraman — Daddy — fell gravely ill. Word reached us quietly. He was on his deathbed in his bungalow, body frail but mind still sharp, eyes still carrying that calm, knowing look.
He sent a message through his nurse: "Sudha... Rajesh... come. Before I go... I want to feel her one last time... just once more."
My wife read the message, large dark eyes filling with tears, boobs rising and falling quickly under her red blouse, nipples hardening against the white bra, thick juicy thighs pressing together under her red saree and white panties, pussy lips tingling with a rush of memory and grief. She looked at me, voice soft but steady.
"Rajesh... he helped us... gave us everything... our home... our life... if this is his last wish... I want to give it to him."
I nodded, cock stirring inside my white dhoti at the thought, heart heavy but accepting. We drove to his bungalow that evening.
He lay in his bedroom, thin and pale under the sheets, but his eyes lit up when he saw her — red saree rustling as she approached, mangalsutra gleaming between her boobs, silver anklets jingling softly. I stood by the door, watching.
"Sudha... my sweet girl... come here... let Daddy feel you one last time..." he whispered, voice weak but warm.
She stepped to the bed, climbed up carefully, straddling his hips over the sheet, pussy mound pressing against his cock through the red saree and white panties, clit throbbing softly. She leaned down, boobs pressing against his chest through the red blouse and white bra, nipples scbanging his skin, her thick juicy thighs trembling around his frail hips.
He grabbed her waist weakly, fingers pressing into her waist flesh, pulling her closer. She tugged the sheet down, exposing his cock — still thick, though weaker now.
She reached under her red saree and red petticoat, grabbed the waistband of her white panties with both hands, and pulled her white panties down her thick juicy thighs, sliding them over her knees, then over her calves, past her ankles, letting them drop to the floor beside the bed, anklets jingling faintly as her feet moved. Her pussy lips now fully exposed, swollen and glistening, clit throbbing visibly, pussy entrance open and ready.
She lowered herself slowly onto his cock, pussy lips parting around his thickness, pussy entrance stretching as she sank down inch by inch, pussy juices coating his cock shaft until his cock head pressed against her deepest pussy walls.
He fucked her pussy slowly, weakly, cock sliding in and out of her pussy, cock head rubbing her pussy walls, balls pressing against her asshole, his hands grabbing her boobs through the red blouse and white bra, squeezing the plump flesh gently, fingers pinching her nipples softly through the cotton, making them throb under his touch.
"Sudha... my sweet girl... your pussy... so warm... so tight... thank you... for giving Daddy this..." he whispered, voice fading, cock pulsing inside her pussy, balls pressing against her asshole.
"Daddy... I love you... enjoy my pussy... take everything... I’m yours..." she moaned softly, pussy clenching around his cock, clit throbbing against his cock base, asshole pulsing, boobs heaving under his hands, nipples throbbing through the white bra, thick juicy thighs trembling around his hips, plump ass cheeks clenching, navel quivering with emotion, riding him gently until his breathing slowed, his cock giving one last weak throb inside her pussy, a final soft spurt of cum leaking into her pussy channel, his hands falling limp from her boobs.
She stayed on him a long moment, pussy clenching softly around his cock, clit pulsing against his cock base, tears slipping down her cheeks, boobs heaving slowly, nipples softening under the white bra, thick juicy thighs trembling around his hips, plump ass cheeks settling against his hands, navel quivering with grief and love.
A couple of days later, he passed quietly in his sleep.
In his will, he left everything to me — all his properties, his savings, and the bungalow where so much had happened. We received the documents a week later, the house now legally ours, a final gift from the man who had changed everything.
We lived happily — deeply, quietly happily — in our completed home, her red saree rustling through the rooms, mangalsutra gleaming between her boobs, silver anklets jingling as she moved, boobs swaying gently under the red blouse and white bra, pussy lips warm and satisfied under her white panties, navel quivering with contentment, her thick juicy thighs relaxed, her plump ass cheeks soft, her body completely mine, safe, loved, and at peace.
Our life together — built on everything that came before — finally ours, forever.

The End

Regards
Novelist Casanova  

[novelistcasanova]

Synopsis:


My Wife's Evening College 

Sudha, a married woman in Bengaluru, pursues her degree through evening college classes while her husband Rajesh dreams of their future home. But her academic path turns dangerous when Giridhar Sir and a group of lustful boys exploit her vulnerability, drawing her into secret, coercive encounters. Her mangalsutra and anklets become symbols of betrayal as Rajesh watches helplessly, torn between rage and dark arousal.
As Sudha fights to complete her final semester, the stakes rise: her degree, their unfinished house, and their marriage all hang in the balance. An older cameraman — silent witness to every moment — becomes both tormentor and unexpected savior.
In the end, after betrayal and surrender, Sudha earns her degree and something greater: a final act of intimacy, a deathbed promise, and an inheritance that completes their home. What begins in dimly lit classrooms ends in a secure bungalow, where Sudha and Rajesh rebuild their bond — her body and soul once again wholly his.
A tale of ambition, temptation, jealousy, and redemption — where sacred vows survive the storm, and forbidden nights lead to hard-won peace.