16-12-2021, 01:09 PM
7th October came and they were married.
The function was widely publicized and romanticized by the media so much that it was the only thing most of the young adults in South India were talking about for the next few days. Women and girls were talking about the grandeur of the function and the number of celebrities who attended. Men were not doing anything complex like gossip. They were just wanking as much as they could, at the thought of Samantha getting fucked by Naga Chaithanya.
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The only two people who weren’t as thrilled were the wedding couple. It was tiresome for them to have to go through two different religious wedding ceremonies back to back, not to mention the enormous amount of photos, public coverage and…Guests! It was chaos and they were tired.
Amala and Nagarjuna had arranged their first night on the night of 7th October. But Naga and Sam asked them to change it to the next night because they were so exhausted that they could barely move their hands, let alone fuck. And, it wasn’t as if they hadn’t done it before. It wasn’t exactly something new.
Naga went out on the morning of 8th October and didn’t return home till late evening. When he came, he supervised the decoration of his bedroom until night.
Samantha dressed herself in a bluish sleeveless Lehenga choli that was very similar to the grey one she wore at the wedding, mainly because Naga had asked her to wear one for their night. It revealed all her arms, just the way Naga loved seeing her. She knew he loved peeking at her armpits. Plus, the dress revealed a lot of her midriff and chest to tease him.
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Amala Akkineni came to escort her to Naga Chaithanya’s bedroom. “You look so hot, sweety. I’m sure my step son would fall for you all over again tonight…and we will have a grandchild in nine months. Unless…”
Sam blushed. “Oh no! We always used protection till now, Athaiya!”
“But don’t use it today!” Amala pinched Samantha’s cheek and walked her to the bedroom door. She knocked on it, opened it and gently shoved Samantha inside. “Go, Get busy making babies!”
The door closed. Samantha turned around to lock it from the inside.
She hadn’t entered Naga Chaithanya’s bedroom before. It was very big and lit with sensual, dim yellow lighting. An air conditioner was working feverishly to make the room feel cool enough to want to embrace someone. There was a dressing table with a full size mirror on one side. Naga Chaithanya was sitting on a king size bed. He looked as gleeful as a child who just entered an amusement park for the first time.
Sam walked towards the bed and ran a hand along the mattress and blanket. The fabric felt as soft and warm as a puppy’s fur. Sam instantly knew, the sex was going to be awesome in this one. The bed was sprinkled with rose petals and jasmine flowers. Beside the bed was a reading lamp and a desk with a couple of drawers. Naga was drumming his hands on the desk, watching Sam from head to toe.
It would have been very usual to call her an angel. But today, Naga felt like she was something more than an angel. She looked like a magnet of the masculine. As soon as he saw her, he just wanted to grab her and run his hands all over that smooth, firm body and feast on her flesh. That shining golden chest and cleavage, those arms with the right amount of flesh, her midriff exposed until just above her navel… He wanted to touch and taste all of it.
His dick was already throbbing. But he didn’t make a move. He just stood there ogling at the South Indian Aphrodite before him.
![[Image: MhP663J.jpg]](https://i.imgur.com/MhP663J.jpg)
The function was widely publicized and romanticized by the media so much that it was the only thing most of the young adults in South India were talking about for the next few days. Women and girls were talking about the grandeur of the function and the number of celebrities who attended. Men were not doing anything complex like gossip. They were just wanking as much as they could, at the thought of Samantha getting fucked by Naga Chaithanya.
The only two people who weren’t as thrilled were the wedding couple. It was tiresome for them to have to go through two different religious wedding ceremonies back to back, not to mention the enormous amount of photos, public coverage and…Guests! It was chaos and they were tired.
Amala and Nagarjuna had arranged their first night on the night of 7th October. But Naga and Sam asked them to change it to the next night because they were so exhausted that they could barely move their hands, let alone fuck. And, it wasn’t as if they hadn’t done it before. It wasn’t exactly something new.
Naga went out on the morning of 8th October and didn’t return home till late evening. When he came, he supervised the decoration of his bedroom until night.
Samantha dressed herself in a bluish sleeveless Lehenga choli that was very similar to the grey one she wore at the wedding, mainly because Naga had asked her to wear one for their night. It revealed all her arms, just the way Naga loved seeing her. She knew he loved peeking at her armpits. Plus, the dress revealed a lot of her midriff and chest to tease him.
Amala Akkineni came to escort her to Naga Chaithanya’s bedroom. “You look so hot, sweety. I’m sure my step son would fall for you all over again tonight…and we will have a grandchild in nine months. Unless…”
Sam blushed. “Oh no! We always used protection till now, Athaiya!”
“But don’t use it today!” Amala pinched Samantha’s cheek and walked her to the bedroom door. She knocked on it, opened it and gently shoved Samantha inside. “Go, Get busy making babies!”
The door closed. Samantha turned around to lock it from the inside.
She hadn’t entered Naga Chaithanya’s bedroom before. It was very big and lit with sensual, dim yellow lighting. An air conditioner was working feverishly to make the room feel cool enough to want to embrace someone. There was a dressing table with a full size mirror on one side. Naga Chaithanya was sitting on a king size bed. He looked as gleeful as a child who just entered an amusement park for the first time.
Sam walked towards the bed and ran a hand along the mattress and blanket. The fabric felt as soft and warm as a puppy’s fur. Sam instantly knew, the sex was going to be awesome in this one. The bed was sprinkled with rose petals and jasmine flowers. Beside the bed was a reading lamp and a desk with a couple of drawers. Naga was drumming his hands on the desk, watching Sam from head to toe.
It would have been very usual to call her an angel. But today, Naga felt like she was something more than an angel. She looked like a magnet of the masculine. As soon as he saw her, he just wanted to grab her and run his hands all over that smooth, firm body and feast on her flesh. That shining golden chest and cleavage, those arms with the right amount of flesh, her midriff exposed until just above her navel… He wanted to touch and taste all of it.
His dick was already throbbing. But he didn’t make a move. He just stood there ogling at the South Indian Aphrodite before him.
To be continued...
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