Siva - Gayatri Raj

[Chennaiboy]

EXCELLANT

[Chitrarassu]

After fucking with Raj, Gayathri will not feel the mini cock of her wimp husband. She will be disappointed to the core and go back to Raj again and again.

[venkujkc1984]

Part 7

Gayatri smiled through the tears still glistening in her eyes, her body slowly relaxing as she adjusted to the fullness of him. She could feel him—every inch of him—deep inside her, filling her in a way she had never experienced before. It was overwhelming, but in the most beautiful way. She had never imagined that something could feel so profound, so intimate. 

There was a thrill in her heart at the thought of being the one to guide him into this uncharted territory, the “forbidden fruit” of their relationship. With each word exchanged, she felt the barriers dissolving, replaced by a burgeoning connection that was both exhilarating and tender.

Take off

As Raj pressed deeper, overcoming the last of the resistance that had held him back, Gayatri felt the intensity of their connection surge. But amidst the seriousness of the moment, a teasing smile played on her lips. Her eyes sparkled with affection and mischief as she leaned closer, her breath warm against his skin. In a voice soft yet filled with playful reverence, she whispered, “A Grand Welcome Raj…”

Raj's breath hitched as he heard her words, his heart pounding with desire. But Gayatri wasn't finished. Her fingers lightly traced his jaw, her voice low and filled with admiration as she continued, “...who, with unwavering patience and incredible strength, has navigated every challenge, broken every barrier, and now stands ready to claim what has long been forbidden and strongly desired to conquer.”

Raj froze for a moment, his breath catching in his throat as he processed her words. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and he let out a soft chuckle. “Bhabhi…” he murmured, his voice thick with both amusement and desire. “You really are impossible.”

Her words sent a shiver through Raj. The imagery of a prince finally entering the queen's palace made the moment feel even more significant, as though they had conquered something monumental together. He chuckled softly, feeling both the weight and joy of the moment. “Bhabhi…” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion, “You really do know how to welcome.” “Thank you, my beloved and cherished bhabhi,” Raj replied, his voice low and filled with emotion. 

Gayatri’s smile grew wider, her eyes twinkling with a mix of shyness and confidence. 

Raj began to move gently inside her, he felt her body respond in kind. The tightness that had once been there was softening, replaced by the warmth of her welcoming him fully. Every thrust was slow, deliberate, as they both adjusted to the newness of the sensation, the closeness of their bodies intertwined in a way that was deeply intimate.

Raj paused, his breath shaky, his brow furrowed as he looked down at Gayatri. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted slightly, but he could sense her tension, the way her body was fighting against what her mind and heart seemed to want.

Their breaths mingled as they gazed into each other’s eyes, communicating silently. Gayatri’s expression was filled with awe and wonder at the way their bodies moved together, as if they had always been meant to fit this way. Her eyes asked him unspoken questions: How does it feel? Am I how you wanted?

Her words mirrored what he was feeling—the enormity of their situation, the weight of crossing this boundary together. He could feel the tightness of her body around him, her natural resistance making each inch a challenge. Raj swallowed, trying to calm his nerves, not wanting to rush her or cause her discomfort.

Raj’s gaze was filled with admiration and desire, his eyes responding: You are more than I ever imagined. You are perfect.

He shifted slightly, adjusting his position, trying to ease his way in without pushing too hard. But her body’s resistance remained, a subtle but unmistakable barrier that made each movement slow and careful.

Raj’s voice was thick with emotion as he gazed down at Gayatri, his heart racing with the intensity of their shared experience. “You’re extraordinary, Bhabhi,” 

Raj murmured, his words a reverent whisper, bhabhi you are. “

Amazing, 

Beautiful, 

Cute, 

Deep, 

Elegant, 

Firm, 

Good, 

Hollow, 

Innocent, 

Joyful, 

Kind, 

Lovely, 

Magnificent, 

Nurturing, 

Open, 

Passionate, 

Quiet, 

Raw, 

Strong, 

Tight, 

Unique, 

Vibrant, 

Warm, 

Xtraordinary, 

Youthful, and 

Zestful.”

Gayatri’s breath hitched at his A-to-Z words, her eyes fluttering closed as she absorbed the depth of his admiration. 

Each word seemed to caress her soul, leaving her overwhelmed by the intensity of his feelings. There was something undeniably powerful in the way Raj spoke to her, as if he were in awe, revering every part of her being. It felt as though he was marveling at how perfectly they fit together, not just physically but in a way that resonated with something deeper, something beyond words.

His voice carried both admiration and disbelief, as if he couldn’t fathom how someone like her could exist—so beautiful, so intricate, and yet so perfectly made for him. The weight of his words, and the intensity of his gaze, made her feel cherished in a way she hadn’t before, as though in that moment, she was the center of his world.

The sincerity in his voice sent a shiver down Gayatri’s spine, and her heart swelled with a mixture of pride and desire. In that moment, she felt as if every barrier they had faced had melted away, leaving only the pure essence of their connection. His words wrapped around her like a warm embrace, affirming the trust she had placed in him.

With each gentle thrust, Raj revealed in the sensation of her warmth enveloping him, the way her body responded to his every movement. It was as if they were two halves of a whole, perfectly aligned and destined to be together in this sacred space. He couldn’t help but marvel at how intimate this moment was, how deeply connected they felt despite the risks they had taken to be here.

“You’re lucky, Raj,” Gayatri teased again, her smile playful as she arched an eyebrow.

Their eyes locked, and in that gaze, they communicated a world of unspoken promises. The connection between them deepened with each passing moment, transcending the physical realm into something sacred and profound. 

As Raj continued to move within her, he felt a sense of ownership—not in a possessive way, but in a way that celebrated their bond and the trust they had built.

Gayatri’s body responded to him, and she felt herself melting under his touch, each thrust igniting a fire within her. She had never known such intimacy, such depth of feeling, and with every gentle movement, she felt herself getting closer to him, both physically and emotionally.

Raj’s breath quickened and his mind overwhelmed by the reality of what he was experiencing. Every part of her seemed to be perfectly designed to fit him, to hold him in a way that made him feel like he was home. The tightness of her body, the way she accommodated him, despite the challenges of their connection, only deepened his admiration for her.

Raj’s hands moved slowly along her sides, his touch soft and reverent as he marveled at the way her body responded to him. The tightness, the depth, the way she held him so securely—it was all too much, yet it was exactly what he had always wanted. As he continued to move, his body connected to hers in every possible way, he couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of gratitude for the moment they were sharing.

Raj’s breath hitched as his movements became more fluid, more natural, his body syncing with hers as they moved together. He could feel every inch of her, the way her body gripped him, surrounded him, and it made him feel both exhilarated and humbled. He pressed his lips against her skin again, his voice a soft murmur of praise.

Gayatri now could feel him everywhere. Every millimeter, every hidden corner of her body, felt filled, explored, as if he were reaching parts of her she hadn’t known existed. 

The sensation was overwhelming, but not in a way that caused discomfort—it was the kind of overwhelming that made her feel seen, felt, and known in a way she never had before.

Raj’s hands trembled slightly as he held her, feeling the warmth of her body surrounding him, gripping him, holding him in place with a strength he hadn’t expected. He had always imagined this moment, but nothing could have prepared him for the sensation of being fully enveloped by her.

His movements slowed even more, each gentle push deeper than the last, as though he were exploring every inch of her, mapping out her body in ways neither of them had anticipated. He could feel the way she responded to him, the way her body gripped him tightly, as if she were trying to pull him deeper, trying to accommodate him in ways that defied expectation.

Gayatri’s moans filled the space between them, soft and breathy, escaping her lips in quiet gasps as Raj continued to move within her. There was something almost sacred in the way he touched her, his slow, deliberate thrusts pushing into her with a gentleness that only heightened the intensity of the connection. Each time he moved, he seemed to press further into her, reaching places she hadn’t even known were there, as though he were filling parts of her she hadn’t yet discovered herself.

As Raj continued to move gently inside her, each thrust sent waves of sensation coursing through her body, igniting a warmth that spread from her core to the very tips of her fingers. It was as if he were unlocking doors she had long kept closed, unveiling parts of her soul that had remained hidden for too long.

The intimacy of their connection deepened with every heartbeat, and Raj’s heart swelled with admiration for the woman beneath him. He had entered not just her body, but her heart, and with each gentle thrust, he felt more connected to her than ever before.

Gayatri’s breath caught in her throat as she felt him fill her once more, his presence pressing into places that made her body respond with a mix of tension and release. Every time he moved, it was as if he were discovering a new part of her, a part that hadn’t been touched before. It was both thrilling and overwhelming, the sensation of him reaching places that made her gasp in surprise, moans escaping her lips without her control.

She hadn’t known she could feel this deeply, that her body could respond in such a way. The fullness of him was unlike anything she had ever experienced, and the way he moved within her—slowly, gently, but with purpose—made her feel as though they were connected on a level that went beyond the physical. It was intimate in a way that made her feel vulnerable, but also deeply seen and understood.

The connection between them was electric, and as he continued to move within her, he felt a surge of emotion. The slow rhythm they had found together felt like an intimate exploration, every movement pushing him deeper into her, until there was no part of her left untouched.

He could feel the tightness of her body, the way her warmth enveloped him completely, gripping him with a strength that left him breathless. It was as if they were two halves of a whole, perfectly intertwined in this moment.

Raj’s presence, his gentleness, his patience—it was unlike anything she had experienced before. The way he explored her body, as though discovering hidden treasures, made her feel seen, felt, and known in ways that she had never experienced.

Her body tightened around Raj as the realization settled in, a mix of guilt and exhilaration coursing through her veins. She hadn’t known that this kind of connection was possible, that her body could respond to someone in such a way. Siva had always been gentle, always caring, but he had never reached these depths—never explored her the way Raj was now.

Raj, sensing the shift in her body, slowed his movements even more, his breath coming in soft, uneven gasps as he felt her tightening around him, gripping him in ways that made him feel as though they were completely intertwined. He could feel the tightness of her body, the way her warmth surrounded him, gripping him with a strength that left him breathless. Every inch of her seemed to hold him in place, as if she were welcoming him into parts of herself that had been closed off until now.

There was no part of her left untouched, no hidden corner left unexplored. Raj had found places that Siva hadn’t, and the realization only heightened the intensity of the moment.

Raj (softly): "I don’t want to rush this… but I need you, Bhabhi. I need all of you."

Gayatri’s breath came in soft, shallow gasps, her body trembling beneath him as she met his gaze, her eyes filled with a mix of vulnerability and desire.

Gayatri (whispering, her voice filled with quiet surrender):

"Tonight, I’m yours, Raj., No rules, No norms, no customs; no restrictions, No boundaries for you tonight. I’m giving you all of me—every part, every secret. Take me, without hesitation, without holding back. Take all of me."

The weight of her words hung in the air, enveloping them in an intimate cocoon of trust and longing. Raj’s heart raced at her confession, a sense of awe washing over him. He could see the depth of her vulnerability and the strength behind her surrender.

And with those words, Raj’s movements became more purposeful, more confident. The slow, deliberate push and pull gave way to a deeper rhythm, one that was driven by the intensity of their connection, the weight of everything they had shared leading up to this moment. Slowly, he began to withdraw, feeling every inch of their connection before gently pushing back to the depths. With each movement, he grew more attuned to her, and the rhythm became smoother, more natural. As he repeated this motion a few more times, their bodies adjusted, and the passage became more comfortable, allowing him to immerse himself fully in the moment. As they moved together, their bodies in perfect harmony, Raj marveled at the depth of their connection.

Raj's powerful manhood, now began rubbing against her womanhood tissues. He had thrust all nine inches into her and his organ head slammed up against the back of her womanhood, right up against her cervix. Raj now started to slowly propel his organ in and out of her womanhood. 

Her body was being violently tossed, up and down. She arched her back and started to pant and moan. He grabbed her shoulders, in his strong hands again and pulled her against himself. She groaned as the head of his massive manhood, thudded against her cervix. He pushed deeply into her. Slow and gentle jabs, each forward thrust spreading her narrow cervical sphincter wider and wider. 

Raj's thick and swollen bulbous organ head kept drilling into the deepest part of her womanhood, with no mercy. Sweat was just pouring off her.

Gayatri’s body responded to him with a newfound eagerness, her waist rising to meet his, her tightness now a source of shared pleasure rather than resistance. Each thrust was met with a soft gasp, a slight arch of her back as they moved together, their bodies perfectly in sync. The feeling of being fully inside her, of having overcome the initial hurdles with love and care, filled Raj with a sense of profound fulfillment.

Her womanhood, warm and enveloping, gripped his full-grown manhood in a way that heightened every sensation. The tightness was intense, creating a connection so profound that it felt as if their bodies were communicating in a language all their own. 

Raj's huge organ head was piercing through her narrowest of openings and spreading her cervical ring far apart, widening it for the massive length behind it. She gritted her teeth and stared at him with shock, as she felt her cervix surrender to his organ. As Raj's bulbous organ head forcefully propelled itself through her cervix, there was a sudden, slight rendering sound, as her cervical sphincter was forced apart. Then his organ head was through it! She gave a shrill scream and tossed her head about, flinging her black silken hair across. Her eyes almost popped out of their sockets as she stared at him, with her mouth agape. With one powerful and violent thrust, Raj slammed the rest of his manhood all the way through her cervix, into her womb, until his testicles slammed up against her moist womanhood lips. She shrieked in shock! The tightness of her womanhood around his manhood sent waves of pleasure through him, a sensation that was both powerful and grounding. He could feel her every breath, every subtle shift of her body, as they moved together in a rhythm that was all their own.

Each thrust was met with a resistance that only amplified the pleasure, making every movement a deliberate and satisfying exchange between them.

Gayatri’s reception of him was more than just physical; it was as if she was welcoming him into her very soul. Her body responded to each of his thrusts with an eagerness that spoke of mutual desire, a deep and unspoken understanding between them. Her tightness held him firmly, each thrust met with a warmth and softness that made the experience all the more intense. It wasn’t just about the physical sensations—though they were undeniably powerful—but about the emotional bond that was deepening with every moment. The tightness of her embrace around his manhood was both a challenge and an invitation, urging him to explore the depths of their connection. Her body moved with his, meeting each thrust with a rhythm. The way she responded, her waist rising to meet him, her soft sighs and gasps, made the experience all the more intense.

There was a sturdiness to Gayatri, a strength that matched her tightness, allowing her to meet his thrusts with an equal force. Her reception of him was not just passive; it was an active, enjoyable participation that enhanced the connection between them. 

Raj could feel the way Gayatri’s body moved with his, her waist rising to meet his thrusts, her hands gripping him with a strength that belied her gentle demeanor. There was a fire in her, a passion that matched his own, turning their union into something more than just a physical act. It was a dance, a melding of two souls into one, each thrust and counterthrust a part of the shared journey they were on.

Raj was struck by the way her body seemed to pull him deeper, her womanhood gripping him with a firmness that heightened the sensation of every movement. Gayatri’s responses—her soft gasps, the way her body tensed and relaxed in perfect sync with his—were a testament to the pleasure they were both experiencing. She was not just a passive participant; she was fully engaged, her every movement and sound an affirmation of the joy they were creating together.

As they moved together, Raj felt a deep sense of connection, an understanding that went beyond words. Gayatri’s sturdy frame beneath him, her tightness around him, her welcoming warmth—all of it combined to create an experience that was as emotionally fulfilling as it was physically satisfying. It was in these moments that Raj realized just how much he cherished Gayatri, not just for her physical beauty, but for the strength and passion she brought to their union.

The head of Raj's manhood had connected with the back of her womb. As a woman, she was thrilled at being able to accommodate this man's massively monstrous manhood, so deep in her womb. Within a few minutes, pleasurable sensations began developing deep in her, where his manhood was embedded into her womb. She stared with a new found passion at her new lover. Her eyes were now as big as saucers, as she felt the swollen & throbbing head of his enormous organ tickle the most sensitive lining of the back of her womb. As minutes flew by, she was enveloped by a long-lasting wave of delirious ecstasy. Her own lust grew. She was proud to give pleasure to this amazing man. Involuntarily, her feminine charms wanted to excite and pleasure him all the more. Her boobs got automatically thrust up, like cones. Her nipples became erect and stood straight.

Raj and Gayatri were breathing rapidly and sweating profusely. Their bodies were joined. Crotch to crotch. Pubic hair to pubic hair. Raj and Gayatri became one now. They lay still. She slowly thrust her waist up a bit further onto Raj's manhood -- trying to accommodate him better. 

Raj began thrusting his manhood deep in and out of her womb. It was rubbing against her sensitive nerve endings there -- which she never even knew existed! She began to meet his thrusts into her, with her own thrusts upwards onto his organ. Her eyes closed and her hands dug into his shoulders. Up and down he rode. sliding half of his rigid manhood in and out of her womb. She grunted as the bulbous head of his manhood repeatedly thudded through her womb. Raj rammed into her womb violently like a mad man, jack-hammering through her tight cervical sphincter. 

She was in ecstasy. She could feel her orgasm building up. She too started shoving her womanhood upwards onto his manhood, to meet his brutal thrusts into her. Her pleasure was mounting rapidly. Sweat was pouring out from both of them. Both of them were panting. He went on shoving his massive organ in and out of her womb -- brutally. In her rapidly building ecstasy, she too kept propelling her womanhood up onto his manhood rapidly and violently. 

The intensity in the room was palpable, the air thick with anticipation and raw emotion. Raj's movements were steady and deliberate, each thrust imbued with a blend of passion and urgency. The rhythm of their bodies was a primal dance, driven by an unspoken, mutual need.

Gayatri's cries grew louder, a mixture of pleasure and desperation escaping her lips. "Aaaaaah. Raj. Faster. Faster Raj," she screamed, her voice trembling with the intensity of the moment. Her fingers dug into the sheets, knuckles white as she clung to the bed, her body arching in response to his every movement. 

Raj could feel the heat radiating from her skin, the slight tremor of her body as he pushed deeper. He obliged her pleas, increasing his pace, each thrust now more powerful, more intense. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he focused on the connection between them.

"Deeper… more," Gayatri’s voice, a breathless murmur, trembled with a mix of longing and disbelief. Her eyes fluttered shut, her head tilting back as she surrendered to the overwhelming sensation. Every inch of her skin seemed to hum with electricity, responding to the forbidden touch that had ignited something within her she hadn’t known existed. The intensity of the moment surged, her breath catching as she felt herself spiraling closer to the edge, her mind struggling to reconcile the pleasure with the mounting guilt.

"Aaaaaah. Aaaaaah. Oh God! Aaaaaah." The sounds of their union filled the room, a symphony of desire and fulfillment. Raj could feel her tightening around him, her body tensing as she approached the precipice of release. He matched her intensity, driving into her with a primal force, his own need growing with each passing second.

She could not control herself any longer. "I am cumming. Aaaaah. Aaaaah!" Finally her orgasm tore through her womanhood!  She let herself go completely. Raj went on viciously pumping in and out of her womanhood, when she was having her orgasm, making it more intense for her. Orgasmic secretions were pouring out of her womanhood. She was completely out of breath. She threw her arms back, groaned deeply. 

Gayatri's scream was a crescendo of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Her body convulsed, every muscle contracting as she was swept away by the climax, her cries echoing in the small room. Raj held her close, feeling the rush of her release, driven by the sight and sound of her overwhelming pleasure.

Raj relaxed for a while and paused his movements. He stroked her hair. He kissed her lovingly on her beautiful lips, cheeks and forehead. He slightly pulled his throbbing organ from her womanhood, he allowed her to rest for a while.

Raj slowly pulled himself away, his breath heavy as he stood over her, watching the rise and fall of her chest, the slow rhythm of her breathing. The dim light of the room bathed her in a soft glow, accentuating every curve of her body. Her skin shimmered with a sheen of sweat, a testament to the intensity they had just shared. Her chest, full and beautiful, moved with each breath, as though her entire body was still lost in the aftershocks of their passionate union. His eyes traveled down, taking in the full length of her form—her toned thighs, the delicate arch of her feet—every inch of her was mesmerizing. She lay there, recovering, her breathing gradually steadying, yet her eyes remained closed, her lips slightly parted, as if still savoring the lingering pleasure.

As the seconds stretched into moments, she slowly opened her eyes, her gaze meeting his. Her cheeks flushed with a soft, rosy hue, and without a word, she closed her eyes again, overwhelmed by a sudden wave of shyness. Raj, feeling the pull of desire once more, moved closer.

Raj, still captivated by the sight of her lying beneath him in a profound situation. He paused, letting his breath hover just above her, creating a tantalizing closeness that made her arch slightly, her body craving more. His lips hovered her, coaxing her back into the moment, her pulse quickening with every passing second.

Slowly, he began to kiss her lips with passion and praise, trailing soft kisses that made her quiver. Savoring every reaction she gave, as though each soft sigh from her lips was a victory. He felt her body responding again, her movements more urgent now as the heat between them reignited with greater intensity.

Her hands found their way to his hair, her fingers tangling in the strands, pulling him closer as he continued his sensual teasing, his body hovering above hers. With her breath coming in soft gasps, she opened her eyes, her gaze filled with both longing and trust, silently inviting him to continue.

Raj, feeling the undeniable heat between them, again pressed deeper into her, but this time, just as before, he encountered a subtle resistance, a barrier that made him pause. His movements slowed, his gaze softening as he looked into her eyes, silently reassuring her with his touch. With a deep breath, he pulled back slightly, his lips brushing tenderly against her forehead.

He understood the delicate balance required in this moment, and his gentleness reflected that. Then, with quiet confidence and a surge of desire, he tightened his hold on her waist, drawing her closer. With a purposeful push, Raj pressed forward again, this time with more power, a controlled intensity that allowed him to cross the barrier in his own way, his own style.

Their bodies met fully, and she gasped, her hands gripping his back as the initial tension melted away. Raj's eyes remained locked on hers, the flicker of triumph and care blending in his expression. He continued, his rhythm now steady and assured, as he brought them deeper into the wave of passion, each movement reflecting the power and connection they now fully shared.

Raj, feeling the full weight of his desire, began moving steadily for a while and after that with increasing intensity, each thrust a deliberate, rhythmic motion that sent waves of pleasure coursing through both of them. His movements were steady yet powerful, driving deeper with each pulse of his body, the passion between them reaching a fevered pitch.

Her body responded in kind, arching beneath him, their breath synchronizing as they moved together in perfect harmony. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of heat and raw need that seemed to pulse between them with every thrust. He drove forward, relentless yet tender, his focus entirely on her, losing himself in the rhythm of their bodies entwined.

Raj moved with increasing urgency, his rhythm becoming faster and more intense, driving into her with a force that mirrored their shared desire. She met him with equal intensity, her body arching upward in response, their movements synchronized in a raw, passionate dance. Her muscles tightened around him, heightening the sensation with every thrust, adding to the friction that made each motion more electrifying than the last.

As their pace quickened, his breath grew ragged, the heat between them becoming almost unbearable. She could feel him swelling inside her, stretching her even more, and the sensation sent a wave of pleasure rippling through her body. A deep moan escaped her lips as she welcomed every thrust, her own movements matching his in perfect, primal harmony.

Raj's grip on her waist tightened as he drove into her with ferocious, powerful thrusts, each one more urgent than the last. The heat between them reached its peak, their bodies locked in a desperate rhythm. His movements grew more forceful, as though each thrust carried the weight of everything they had been holding back.

And then, the moment arrived—his body tensed, his muscles flexing as his massive, throbbing need surged within her. She could feel the pulse of his desire, his manhood bucking inside her with incredible force, sending waves of sensation through them both. Her breath hitched, her body trembling with anticipation as she realized what was coming next. She understood that he was going to take his pleasure from her body now. She got ready for his brutal thrusts.

With a roar from deep within his throat, Raj's voice filled the room, resonating with primal intensity. "Gayatri! My Bhabhi, Gayu, my Rathi Deviee," he yelled, his voice trembling with the force of his climax. 

His body surged with unstoppable need, driving forward with relentless force as their bodies moved in perfect, frenzied harmony. The pressure of him inside her was overwhelming, a dizzying mix of pleasure and intensity that pushed her to the very edge of ecstasy. Every thrust sent waves of sensation rippling through them both, building toward an inevitable release.

Raj’s body convulsed, his muscles taut with the effort, each pulse of his waist bringing him closer to the brink. The culmination of their shared desire was electric, a force neither of them could resist. As he reached the peak, his body trembled with the overwhelming pleasure that coursed through him, his every movement a testament to the fire that had consumed them both.

The name "Rathi Devi" carried with it a weight of reverence and passion, likening Gayatri to the goddess of love and desire, Rathi. In this moment, Gayatri seemed to embody all the sensual power and allure of Rathi herself, her every movement and sound evoking the goddess's divine beauty and insatiable passion. His dream, one that had seemed distant and unattainable, was now a vivid reality, brought to life by the woman beneath him.

Gayatri could feel every inch of him, the throbbing of his swollen member as it prepared to unleash its torrent. His grip on her waist tightened, fingers digging into her flesh as he pulled her closer, desperate to feel every millimeter of their connection. His eyes squeezed shut, face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and concentration, each thrust growing more erratic as he approached the brink. She felt every spasm of his mammoth organ as it bucked within her, each powerful release sending waves of heat through her core. Her womb seemed to tighten and contract around him, her body instinctively drawing him deeper, as if her very essence was desperate to capture every drop of his seed. The primal urge to be filled, to take all of him inside her, overwhelmed her senses.

Each hot burst of his semen was like liquid fire, the intense heat spreading through her inner walls, igniting every nerve ending. The torrent of his release was relentless, each spurt a declaration of his undying passion and need for her. Gayatri's body responded in kind, her muscles contracting and pulsing around him, milking him for every last drop. Her own climax was triggered by the feel of his semen flooding her womb, an explosion of pleasure that tore through her, leaving her gasping and crying out in sheer ecstasy.

Raj's grip on her waist was vice-like, his fingers digging into her flesh, anchoring her to him as if he could fuse their bodies together through sheer will. His eyes were squeezed shut, his face a mask of concentrated pleasure and exertion. Every thrust, every movement was driven by an overwhelming need to pour his essence into her, to make her his in the most intimate way possible.

"Aaaaaah. Finally, I am releasing. Aaaaaah. Aaaaaah. Aaaaaah," Raj's voice trembled with the sheer power of his release. He clutched Gayatri's waist even tighter, his fingers digging into her flesh as he thrust into her with renewed vigor. The heat between them was almost unbearable, a furnace of passion and need.

Gayatri could feel Raj's immense organ pulsating inside her, the head swelling even more as it released the first powerful spurts of his semen. Her own body responded instinctively, her muscles contracting around him, milking every drop from him. She was lost in the sensation, her mind a whirlwind of pleasure as his hot seed flooded her 

womb.

Each burst of Raj's manly essence felt like a fiery wave crashing over her, igniting every nerve ending. The sheer volume and force of his ejaculation were overwhelming, each spurt a testament to his virility and the depth of his desire for her. Gayatri's own orgasm was triggered anew by the sensation, her screams mingling with his as they reached the peak of their shared ecstasy.

As the final wave of his orgasm overtook him, Raj's entire body shuddered with the force of his release. He thrust deep into her one last time, holding himself there as the first burst of his seed surged forward. The sensation was overwhelming, a flood of heat and sensation that seemed to drown out everything else. Each subsequent spurt was accompanied by a deep, guttural groan, his body convulsing with the effort.

Gayatri felt the scorching jets of his semen hitting the sensitive walls of her womb, the sheer volume and intensity of it triggering her own orgasm. Her body clenched around him, milking him for every drop, her cries of ecstasy mingling with his. The connection between them was electric, a fusion of flesh and spirit that left them both breathless and spent.

As his climax continued, the sheer volume of his ejaculation was astonishing, each spurt powerful and voluminous, a testament to his intense arousal and the depth of his passion. The sensation of his semen splashing against her cervix, filling her completely, was almost too much to bear. Gayatri's womb seemed to drink it in, every pulse of his release resonating deep within her, the hot, thick fluid coating her inner walls, claiming her.

Their bodies were a tangle of sweat-slicked limbs, their hearts pounding in a chaotic symphony of shared ecstasy. As the final waves of his orgasm coursed through him, Raj's thrusts slowed, becoming gentler, more tender, a stark contrast to the ferocity of moments before. His breath came in heavy, ragged gasps, his chest heaving as he finally began to come down from the peak of his pleasure.

Spent and breathless, they collapsed together, their bodies still trembling from the aftershocks of their intense union. Raj's head rested against her chest, his breath hot and fast against her skin, both of them utterly spent. Their hearts beat in sync, a rhythmic testament to the profound connection they had just shared.

In that moment, everything else faded away. There was no past, no future, only the present—a perfect, all-consuming present where nothing existed but the two of them, entwined in the aftermath of their explosive passion. Their bodies remained intertwined, each touch, each gentle caress a reminder of the incredible intensity they had just experienced together.

In the quiet that followed, the room seemed to hum with a new energy, a silent testament to the powerful bond they had forged. Raj knew, in that moment, that nothing would ever be the same. His dream had become a reality, all because of the incredible woman beside him, his bhabhi queen.

They regained their breath after a very long time. Raj, withdrew his huge manhood from her womanhood. Though he had ejaculated into her womb, amazingly, it was still semi-erect. As it came out of her, huge volumes of his semen and her own secretions flowed out of her womanhood. She was panting and took almost 15 mins to recover.

As they lay side by side in the dim light of the room, the weight of what had just transpired settled between them. The air was thick with unspoken emotions, both of them still wrapped in the aftermath of their intimate encounter. Gayatri turned slightly to face Raj, her voice soft, tinged with both satisfaction and hesitation.

"Raj," she whispered, her fingers lightly tracing his arm. "Are you happy now? You got what you desired for so many days."

Raj looked at her, his expression a blend of affection and longing. He reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair away from her face, his thumb lingering on her cheek, savoring the moment. “Bhabhi,” he began, his voice low and filled with sincerity, “this was an extraordinary experience for me. Truly. I could see the joy in your eyes during those two intense moments… they were nothing short of incredible, weren’t they? It felt so beautiful.”

Gayatri blushed slightly, warmth flooding her cheeks as she felt the weight of his gaze. She couldn’t deny the physical pleasure that had enveloped her, but there was so much more swirling inside her—a tempest of conflicting emotions. The love she held for her husband battled against the unexpected connection she had shared with Raj.

Raj’s tone softened, becoming more persuasive, almost pleading. “We share something special, Bhabhi,” he continued, his hand moving to gently rest on hers, grounding them both in the moment. “I want to spend time like this with you again. I know we have to be careful, but… when can you be ready for us again?”

Gayatri hesitated, her mind a whirlwind of guilt and longing. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to steady herself before responding. “Raj… yes, you gave me something tonight that I never anticipated. You made me feel emotions I didn’t know I was capable of.” Her voice trembled slightly, filled with a mix of awe and trepidation. “Those moments… they were probably the most profound releases I’ve ever experienced in my life. But…” Her words trailed off, the weight of reality crashing down around them.

“I’m your Bhayya’s wife, Raj,” she continued, her voice steadier now but still thick with emotion. “I’m the mother of his son. I love my husband, and I consider my marriage sacred.” Her eyes were earnest, pleading with him to understand the depth of her struggle. “How can I continue this with you? It wouldn’t be fair to him, to our family, or to the vows I’ve taken. How could I betray him like this again?”

Raj’s expression softened, and he nodded, his thumb tracing gentle circles on the back of her hand as if to soothe the tumult of feelings swirling between them. “Bhabhi,” he said gently, his voice filled with understanding, “I truly respect your loyalty to Bhayya. I do. I don’t want to hurt your marriage or create any turmoil. I know you are his, that you belong to him. But…” He hesitated, searching for the right words that would convey the depth of his feelings. “All I’m asking is, alongside being his wife… will you also allow yourself to be my love?”

Gayatri’s breath caught in her throat at his words, the simplicity yet profound weight of his request hitting her like a tidal wave. She turned away slightly, her mind racing with the impossibility of the situation. “Raj,” she whispered, her voice thick with uncertainty, “I don’t know what to say. Tonight… tonight, I wasn’t thinking beyond this moment. I wanted to make you happy, to help you fulfill a dream. But this…” She looked at him again, her eyes reflecting a mixture of confusion and longing. “How can this continue? It feels so wrong, Raj.”

Raj shifted closer, his hand gently resting on her waist, the warmth of his touch sending shivers through her. “Bhabhi, I know you love Bhayya, and I respect that deeply. But what we have… it’s something special. I don’t want to let it go. You made me so happy tonight, and I want to continue making you feel this way, too. I’ll never take the place of your husband, but I want to be someone you can turn to—someone who loves you in a way that only I can.”

His words hung in the air, filled with sincerity and longing. Gayatri swallowed hard, her heart torn between her sense of duty and the emotions she had tried so desperately to suppress. “Raj… I care about you, I truly do,” she said quietly, her voice trembling slightly. “But what happened tonight was about helping you move on. I want you to find happiness, Raj. I want you to get married, to live a life full of joy and love. That’s why I gave you this tonight… so you could find closure and lead your life with satisfaction.”

Raj's expression softened, the intensity in his gaze giving way to gratitude mixed with a hint of sadness. He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, an intimate gesture that spoke volumes. “Bhabhi,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, “I’m so thankful for your love, for everything you’ve done for me tonight. I’ll never forget this moment.”

Gayatri smiled faintly, her heart aching at the weight of their shared secret. She pulled the blanket up around them, settling into the bed beside him, the warmth of his presence both comforting and confusing. “Raj,” she whispered softly. 

Both slept.

As the night unfolded, Gayatri kept her promise, teasing and pleasing him in ways that made him feel cherished and loved. She took her time, ensuring that every touch, every kiss, every moment was filled with passion and tenderness. She never revealed her full acceptance until the very end, keeping him on edge, making the experience even more intense and unforgettable for him.

[Aadhivaasi]

Good one.

Raj is slowly taking control of his friend wife. He knows how to change modes. Slowly he will ask her question about her husband performance in bed and his size. He will say its a miracle that she gave birth to a child with that small cock. Slowly make her fall in love and tell siva to give her to him. Siva will do anything for his friend/brother. He will give his wife and kill the child born to him and commit suicide. Gayatri will happily live with Raj and give birth to his children.

[NityaSakti]

Let Raj fuck in all holes and enjoy her body that her useless husband has left unused.
She deserve to know the pleasures. Let Raj slowly make her do things that she had never done to her husband.
Let her understand that she is not sati savitri anymore.
Opening the legs to another man once or many times does not make any difference.
By this time she should have more love towards Raj and anger towards her husband for not giving this type of orgams.
She is cheating herself as if she is loving her husband.
Her body needs a man like Raj not siva.
Moreover, Siva is a wimp and cuckold as he is not possessive on his wife and shower more love on her and instead ready to do anything to another man to keep him happy.
Raj has not done anything great to Siva inspite of doing some household chores.
Siva knows his inadeqacy and therefore made his wife do the forbidden.

[Fuckeer]

Wow super update soon erotic waiting for next update

[venkujkc1984]

Part 8

Both slept.

As the night unfolded, Gayatri kept her promise, teasing and pleasing him in ways that made him feel cherished and loved. She took her time, ensuring that every touch, every kiss, every moment was filled with passion and tenderness. She never revealed her full acceptance until the very end, keeping him on edge, making the experience even more intense and unforgettable for him.

Morning Reverence 

The room was still, the soft hum of the early morning air filtering through the curtains as Gayatri stirred in the dim light. It was around 4 AM, the quiet before dawn wrapping everything in a peaceful silence. She blinked slowly, her body feeling lighter, more relaxed than it had in a long time. The events of the night before had left her in a daze, a mixture of satisfaction and inner turmoil.

But now, lying beside Raj, her mind no longer felt burdened. Instead, a strange sense of excitement washed over her. Her thoughts drifted to the way he had touched her, the intensity of their connection, the way he had made her feel so alive. She hadn’t expected to wake up like this, but she couldn’t ignore the warmth coursing through her body.

Instinctively, Gayatri shifted closer to Raj, her body naturally seeking his warmth. Her hand moved gently under the blanket, reaching for him, her fingers brushing against his lower abdomen. She could feel the rise and fall of his chest as he slept, the soft rhythm of his breathing. As her hand slid further down, she found what she was searching for—his manhood, soft yet beginning to stir under her touch.

Gayatri's fingers curled around him, feeling the heat of his body in her palm. Her heart raced as she held him, feeling his length growing, hardening under her gentle grip. A wave of excitement ran through her, something primal and unbidden awakening inside her. She stroked him slowly, her movements delicate, testing, as though she were savoring the sensation.

Raj stirred, his eyes fluttering open, the sensation of her touch pulling him out of his sleep. He blinked a few times, still groggy, before realizing what was happening. His eyes met hers, and he saw the quiet desire in her gaze, the way she looked at him with a mixture of tenderness and longing.

"Bhabhi..." he whispered, his voice thick with sleep but quickly turning into something more as her hand continued its slow, deliberate movements. "What are you doing?"

She smiled softly, her eyes holding him as she leaned in closer, her breath warm against his neck. "Raj," she murmured, her voice low, "I just... I wanted to give you something. To make you happy. You made me feel so good last night... now I want to do the same for you."

Raj’s breath hitched as her words sank in, the weight of her touch sending a surge of desire through him. He watched as Gayatri shifted downwards, her lips grazing his chest, her hand never leaving him. The intimacy of the moment, the quiet intensity between them, made his pulse quicken.

"You need not have to..." Raj began, his voice trailing off as Gayatri looked up at him, her eyes filled with quiet determination.

"I would like to," she whispered, her fingers tightening slightly around his manhood, her strokes becoming more confident, more deliberate. "I want to make you feel the way you made me feel."

Without another word, Gayatri kissed his chest, her lips leaving a trail of warmth as she moved lower. Raj closed his eyes, his body responding to every touch, every kiss. And then, he felt her lips at the base of his manhood, a soft kiss that sent a shiver through him.

She paused, her fingers lightly tracing the length of his manhood, her eyes wide with a mixture of desire and admiration. For a moment, she simply stared at it, a soft smile playing on her lips as she ran her hand along its thickness, marveling at its size.

"Raj..." she whispered, her voice filled with both awe and passion, "I can’t stop looking at you... You are... beyond words. This... your manhood... it's incredible." Her fingers caressed him gently, her admiration clear in the way she handled him. "No woman could ever forget a night like last night—how you made me feel, how you filled me in every way." She looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire. "I’ve never experienced anything and anytime like it."

She leaned closer, brushing her lips along his length before looking back at him, her voice soft but filled with conviction. "Your wife will be the luckiest woman. The way you love, the way you gave yourself to me... Your passion, your strength, and your stamina... No woman could ever forget it." She chuckled softly, her hand stroking him tenderly. "I certainly won't."

Gayatri’s breath quickened as she kissed him again, her lips pressing warmly against the head of his manhood. "I feel honored to have experienced you like this, Raj," she murmured, her voice laced with sincerity. "This... is a return gift."

With that, she took him into her mouth, her movements slow and deliberate, savoring the experience. Her lips stretched to accommodate him, her mouth barely covering half of his length. The sheer size of him made her pause, her gaze meeting him again as she murmured around him, "You're massive... I still can’t believe how you filled me so completely."

Her lips and tongue moved expertly over him, her hands gently cupping his testicles as she began to work her mouth over his length, each movement calculated to bring him the same pleasure she had felt the night before. The head of his manhood hit the back of her throat, causing her to choke slightly, but she quickly adjusted, determined to take more of him in.

With every flick of her tongue and each tender caress, Gayatri was fully immersed in the moment, her mind replaying the intensity of their night together. As she worked her mouth over him, her admiration for him only deepened, her thoughts filled with how powerful and unforgettable their connection had been.

Raj's breath quickened, his chest rising and falling with increasing intensity as Gayatri's lips worked their way over him. His hand, almost on instinct, slid into her hair, fingers tangling gently in the soft strands. He let out a low, involuntary moan, his voice trembling with a mixture of disbelief and overwhelming pleasure.

"Bhabhi..." he whispered, his voice strained, filled with raw emotion. "You don’t know how much this means to me."

Gayatri looked up at him, her eyes shimmering with a tender mix of affection and desire. Her gaze never wavered as she continued, her lips gliding along his length, slow and deliberate. Her hand at the base of him moved in perfect synchrony, stroking in a steady rhythm that drove Raj to the edge of his senses. He was completely under her spell, his body responding to every touch, every flick of her tongue, the tension in him mounting with each passing second.

The air around them felt thick with anticipation, every sound amplified—the wet, rhythmic sounds of her mouth, his quickening breaths, the soft murmurs of pleasure that escaped him. Raj’s fingers tightened in her hair, a soft groan of surrender escaping his lips as his body trembled under her expert touch. "You're making me feel so good..." he managed to breathe, his voice hoarse and laced with pleasure. His words came out in broken whispers, as though he couldn’t quite believe what was happening. "I can’t believe this... it’s unreal..."

As if reading his body perfectly, Gayatri’s pace quickened just slightly, her lips tightening around him as she sensed him growing harder in her mouth. The subtle shift in her movements sent electric pulses through his body, each one drawing him closer to the inevitable. Her heart pounded with satisfaction, knowing she had the power to bring him to this point, her desire not just to please him but to share in the intensity of the moment.

Raj’s breathing grew more ragged, his moans louder, more urgent, as he felt the wave of pleasure surging through him, about to crest. "I’m so close, Bhabhi... I..." His voice faltered, cut off by the overwhelming sensation of release rushing toward him.

In an instant, the world seemed to narrow to the moment between them. He felt the surge of pleasure explode through him, his body tensing, every muscle contracting as he released into her mouth. The intensity of it shook him to his core, his grip in her hair tightening before his body gave way, trembling under the weight of his climax.

Gayatri didn’t flinch, didn’t pull away. She stayed with him, her mouth warm and welcoming, taking all of him in. Her hand continued its gentle strokes, coaxing him through every pulse, every wave of pleasure, her other hand now resting on his thigh, grounding him as his body rode the final tremors of his release.

Raj’s breathing slowly evened out, his body finally relaxing, sinking back into the bed, utterly spent. Gayatri held him there, tenderly, until she knew he was completely at peace, his chest rising and falling in a soft, steady rhythm. Only then did she slowly pull away, her lips releasing him with a delicate softness that left a trail of warmth in its wake.

When she looked up at him, her eyes were filled with a quiet satisfaction, a soft smile playing on her lips. Raj met her gaze, his chest still heaving from the intensity of the moment, his heart pounding in a way he hadn’t experienced before.

"That was..." he struggled to find the words, still breathless. "Incredible. I don’t even know how to thank you, Bhabhi. You’ve given me something I’ll never forget." 

His voice was filled with gratitude, but also something deeper—an unspoken connection that lingered in the air between them.

Gayatri’s smile deepened, her eyes soft as she leaned up to kiss his lips, the gesture tender, almost reverent. The intimacy of the moment wrapped around them, and she whispered against his lips, her voice warm and filled with affection. "You don’t have to thank me, Raj," she said, her words gentle, full of emotion. "I wanted this... to make you happy... the way you made me feel last night."

Their eyes locked for a moment, the connection between them undeniable, a shared understanding that went beyond the physical. It was a moment suspended in time, where words weren’t necessary, where the depth of their emotions spoke volumes. And in that quiet, shared space, they both knew this moment would stay with them forever.

Raj pulled her close, his arms wrapping around her as they lay together in the quiet stillness of the early morning. For a while, neither of them spoke, content to hold one another, basking in the afterglow of their shared moment. 

After a few minutes, Gayatri gently pulled away, glancing at the clock. She knew she had to leave soon, before anyone could suspect anything. She sat up slowly, smoothing her saree as she prepared to go.

"I should go," she whispered, looking down at Raj one last time.

Raj nodded, though his eyes were filled with a deep, aching longing. The intimacy they had shared still lingered between them, hanging in the quiet air like a memory not yet fully realized. His voice was soft, almost hesitant, when he spoke. "Will I see you again?" His words, though simple, were heavy with hope, with a yearning for something more. But even as he asked, Raj already sensed the answer, the inevitable truth that lay between them. 

Gayatri smiled softly, but her eyes shimmered with the weight of what she was about to say. The tenderness in her expression couldn’t hide the sadness that lay beneath, the quiet resignation she had already made peace with. 

Her heart ached as she gently shook her head, the finality of the moment catching in her throat.

"No…" she whispered, her voice breaking slightly, the repetition of the word making it all the more painful. She leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, her lips lingering there as if trying to hold onto this moment for just a little longer. 

"For now, let’s just remember this... what we shared," she whispered, her voice barely audible, a plea wrapped in the quiet of the early morning. Her hand grazed his cheek one last time, her touch filled with both love and sorrow. "Take care of yourself, Raj."

Raj lay still, his breath shallow as he watched her move about the room. Every small gesture—the way she dressed, the way her fingers adjusted her saree—was deliberate, graceful, and heartbreakingly final. His mind raced with emotions: gratitude for what they had shared, sadness for what they could never have, and a deep, unspoken longing that he didn’t know how to express.

He knew, deep down, that this was the end of their brief but intense connection, a moment that would forever be etched in his heart, haunting him in quiet hours. His chest tightened as he realized that he would never hold her like this again, never feel her warmth beside him. She was slipping away, like a beautiful dream that could never last.

With one last glance, Gayatri slipped out of the bed, her heart heavy, yet strangely content. She could feel the weight of her decision, the pull of conflicting emotions tearing at her, but somewhere deep within, she also felt a sense of closure. What had happened between them was both beautiful and impossible, something that could never live beyond this one night. 

As she reached the door, she paused for a moment, her fingers resting on the doorknob. Just as she was about to step out, she heard his voice—soft, fragile, as if it carried the last piece of his heart. "Bhabhi." She stopped, her body tensing slightly as the sound of his voice washed over her. 

Slowly, she turned to face him, her heart aching at the sight of him still lying there, the vulnerability in his eyes more painful than she had expected. "Yes, Raj?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, as if she feared what he might say. Raj swallowed hard, his chest rising and falling with the effort of keeping his emotions in check. His voice cracked as he spoke, the question hanging in the air like a fragile thread. "Will we ever...?"

The room seemed to still in that moment, the weight of his words pressing down on them both. Gayatri felt her heart twist painfully, the longing in his voice resonating with her own unspoken desires. She wanted to say something that would ease his heart, something that would soften the blow. But the truth was too heavy, too real.

She shook her head gently, her eyes filled with unshed tears as she forced a sad smile to her lips. "Raj," she whispered, her voice trembling with the weight of her decision. "This was a moment out of time... a fleeting whisper of what could never be." Her voice broke slightly, and she took a shaky breath before continuing. "We have to return to our lives now."

Raj’s heart sank at her words, the finality of them settling deep into his bones. He had known, even before he asked, but hearing it from her lips made it all too real. He nodded slowly, his chest tight with the overwhelming grief of knowing that this was truly the end.

Gayatri’s gaze lingered on him for a moment longer, her heart breaking as she saw the sadness in his eyes, the same sadness that mirrored her own. She wanted to reach out, to comfort him, but she knew that doing so would only make it harder.

With a heavy heart, she turned back to the door, her hand gripping the doorknob tightly as if holding onto it for support. She opened it slowly, stepping through the threshold, and closed it quietly behind her, the soft click of the door echoing in the silence of the room.

Raj lay back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling as the reality of the situation settled over him like a weight he couldn’t shake. The room felt colder, emptier without her presence. He could still smell her scent lingering in the air, still felt the warmth of her body beside him, but it was fading, slipping away just as she had.

He closed his eyes, a single tear slipping down his cheek as he whispered her name into the quiet. It was over, and yet, he knew he would carry this night with him for the rest of his life—a bittersweet memory of what they had shared, and of what they could never be.

He knew he had to move on, but the memory of that night would stay with him forever—a bittersweet reminder of a love that could never be.

As she stepped into the early morning light, she couldn’t help but smile softly to herself, the memory of the night and the early morning etched deeply into her heart.

[NityaSakti]

Excellent writing.

What is the need to hurry. She did not ride him, they did not do 69. No doggie position. What is this.
Raj should have told her that he knows she is not satisfied by Siva and only he can show her the heaven.
He has seen that in her eyes.

[parottamaster]

Nice one. but looks like incomplete. Something was missed. sorry for saying this

Raj should have taken Gayu by storm. There should be more talks tastes and positions from man mastered love making.

This was more like rehearsal.

[Urupudathavan]

Amazing bro

[Fuckeer]

Need more updates soon

[Fuckeer]

When will next update?

[Deepak Sanjeev]

Let Gayu and Raj go on a honeymoon

[Vinty03]

Let raj fuck her third hole also and try to add gif if possible and pls don't make it cuckload stories

[Deepak Sanjeev]

Siva is cuckold. He would like to see Raj and Gayatri together. Let Raj fuck her hard and tight and make her beg to fuck in front of him and teach that useless how to treat or satisfy a beautiful woman

[killthecheats]

Very nice

[Losliyafan]

Lovely

[Fuckeer]

My fav one pls update soon

[Jayam Ramana]

Now life completely changed for both. Gayatri will be comparing Raj with Siva on everything he did on bed and size and amount of pleasures she had undergone. She will feel disappointed on the life she lived with Siva. She will to think her body deserves only a partner like Raj. Years has been wasted without knowing what is real sex is. Looks like she and Raj are fallen in love. There is no stopping anymore. Waiting to read how both are going to handle. They cannot stay close without touching each other.

[LovePookie]

now gayu is completely addicted to raj cock she will come again for that