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He took his time, tasting her, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him, begging for more. When she was wet and ready, he positioned himself at her entrance, his cock pulsing with need.
Aruna’s eyes widened as she felt the tip of his cock push inside her. With a primal growl, Purushotham plunged into her, filling her. His strokes grew steadily, his cock sliding in and out of her with a wet, rhythmic sound that seemed to drive them both wild. Aruna’s body responded instinctively, her hips rising to meet his every thrust. She felt herself tightening around him, her inner walls clenching in a desperate bid to keep him deep within her. It had been so long since she had felt this full, this alive. She gasped, her nails digging into his back as he began to thrust, filling her completely. He moved with a steady rhythm, his body moving in sync with hers, as if they had been lovers for years.
Her breasts bounced with every impact of their bodies, the friction of his chest against her nipples sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. Her hands slid down his back, her nails digging into his flesh as she urged him to go deeper, faster, harder. The sound of their passion grew louder, their breaths mingling in harsh, desperate pants.
Their moans filled the room, the sound of their bodies slapping against each other echoing off the walls. Aruna felt a surge of excitement as Purushotham lifted her legs over his shoulders, his cock penetrating her deeper than she had ever felt before. The angle was new, and the sensations it brought with it were overwhelming. Purushotham’s hands on her hips, the force of his thrusts, the way his dick filled her up – it all combined to form a symphony of pleasure that she had never experienced. The sound of their skin slapping together seemed to echo in her very soul, a declaration of their shared desire that she could not ignore. Her moans grew louder, more primal, as he claimed her with a ferocity that was both thrilling and terrifying.
The bed creaked beneath them, a testament to the passion that consumed them both. Purushotham’s touch grew rougher, his fingers digging into her hips as he pounded into her. When he reached around to fondle her breasts, his touch was almost violent, but it sent waves of pleasure through her body. She could feel her orgasm building, a crescendo that was as much about the sex as it was about the situation.
Purushotham flipped Aruna over onto her hands and knees, positioning her in a doggystyle stance that allowed him to plunge into her even deeper. As Purushotham’s hand slapping against her ass she felt a strange pleasure in the pain. But instead of shying away from the pain, she pushed back into him, urging him to go harder, faster. Her cunt clenched around him, her body begging for release, for the sweet oblivion that she knew was just moments away. And when he finally came, filling her with his hot, sticky cum, she couldn’t help but scream in ecstasy, her own orgasm crashing over her. Aruna’s orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, crashing through her with a force that left her breathless. Her body convulsed, her muscles clamping down on Purushotham’s cock as she screamed out his name. The pleasure was so intense, so overwhelming that she thought she might pass out.
As Purushotham withdrew, she watched him in the mirror, his chest glistening with sweat, his cock still hard. He looked over at Babu, a smile playing on his lips, and she knew what he wanted. The room was thick with the scent of sex and lust, and she could feel her pussy pulsing with need. Despite the fear and guilt that warred within her, she found herself eager to see what would happen next.
End of chapter 2
Aruna’s eyes widened as she felt the tip of his cock push inside her. With a primal growl, Purushotham plunged into her, filling her. His strokes grew steadily, his cock sliding in and out of her with a wet, rhythmic sound that seemed to drive them both wild. Aruna’s body responded instinctively, her hips rising to meet his every thrust. She felt herself tightening around him, her inner walls clenching in a desperate bid to keep him deep within her. It had been so long since she had felt this full, this alive. She gasped, her nails digging into his back as he began to thrust, filling her completely. He moved with a steady rhythm, his body moving in sync with hers, as if they had been lovers for years.
Her breasts bounced with every impact of their bodies, the friction of his chest against her nipples sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. Her hands slid down his back, her nails digging into his flesh as she urged him to go deeper, faster, harder. The sound of their passion grew louder, their breaths mingling in harsh, desperate pants.
Their moans filled the room, the sound of their bodies slapping against each other echoing off the walls. Aruna felt a surge of excitement as Purushotham lifted her legs over his shoulders, his cock penetrating her deeper than she had ever felt before. The angle was new, and the sensations it brought with it were overwhelming. Purushotham’s hands on her hips, the force of his thrusts, the way his dick filled her up – it all combined to form a symphony of pleasure that she had never experienced. The sound of their skin slapping together seemed to echo in her very soul, a declaration of their shared desire that she could not ignore. Her moans grew louder, more primal, as he claimed her with a ferocity that was both thrilling and terrifying.
The bed creaked beneath them, a testament to the passion that consumed them both. Purushotham’s touch grew rougher, his fingers digging into her hips as he pounded into her. When he reached around to fondle her breasts, his touch was almost violent, but it sent waves of pleasure through her body. She could feel her orgasm building, a crescendo that was as much about the sex as it was about the situation.
Purushotham flipped Aruna over onto her hands and knees, positioning her in a doggystyle stance that allowed him to plunge into her even deeper. As Purushotham’s hand slapping against her ass she felt a strange pleasure in the pain. But instead of shying away from the pain, she pushed back into him, urging him to go harder, faster. Her cunt clenched around him, her body begging for release, for the sweet oblivion that she knew was just moments away. And when he finally came, filling her with his hot, sticky cum, she couldn’t help but scream in ecstasy, her own orgasm crashing over her. Aruna’s orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, crashing through her with a force that left her breathless. Her body convulsed, her muscles clamping down on Purushotham’s cock as she screamed out his name. The pleasure was so intense, so overwhelming that she thought she might pass out.
As Purushotham withdrew, she watched him in the mirror, his chest glistening with sweat, his cock still hard. He looked over at Babu, a smile playing on his lips, and she knew what he wanted. The room was thick with the scent of sex and lust, and she could feel her pussy pulsing with need. Despite the fear and guilt that warred within her, she found herself eager to see what would happen next.
End of chapter 2
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