04-04-2025, 07:55 AM
As they fell onto the bed, Angith slid Vanitha up from the edge, bringing his face to her navel. He kissed it, slipping his tongue inside to tease her. Then, kissing upward, he latched onto her breasts again, sucking them eagerly. After a while, his lips left her breasts, climbing to capture hers in a deep, hungry kiss. Below, his erect cock strained against his briefs, pressing into her soaked panties. While their lips melded above, he ground his hips against her below, his cock rubbing her pussy through the fabric. Her body heated up, and she devoured his lips with fervor.
Angith pulled back slightly, bracing his left hand on the mattress beside her. With his right, he tugged off his briefs, freeing his throbbing cock, then climbed back over her, resuming their kiss. His cock now pressed directly against her navel. Moments later, he broke the kiss again, rising slightly. Propping his left hand on the mattress to her right, he stared into her eyes while his right hand gripped her panties, sliding them down her thighs, knees, ankles, and feet to the floor. Fully naked beneath him, the room’s AC grazed her exposed pussy, heightening her awareness. In a final plea, she looked at him and whispered, "Angith, please, no… Let’s stop… This is so wrong, we shouldn’t do this…" But Angith murmured, "Please, Vanitha…" his voice laced with longing and tenderness.
His "Please, Vanitha…" carried a mix of eagerness and desperation. The lust in his eyes, the unquenchable thirst to claim her fully, deepened her confusion. Though her body yielded to him, her mind still resisted, whispering This is wrong over and over. Yet his next move began to erode her defenses.
He lowered himself onto her again, pressing his body tightly against hers. His chest crushed her breasts, and his cock brushed her pussy directly, sending another shiver through her. His lips seized hers in a deep, urgent kiss, this time with a frantic edge. His right hand caressed her left thigh, sliding up to her hip, pulling her closer. His left hand pressed into her back, lifting her slightly, molding her to him.
A storm raged in Vanitha’s mind. The urge to stop clashed with the melting surrender of her body, enslaved by his touch, pulling her in two directions. Her hands hesitated on his shoulders; for a moment, she considered pushing him away, but the heat of his lips and the strength of his grip drew her back to him. "Angith… please…" she moaned again, but the weakness in her voice betrayed her.
Ignoring her plea, he shifted his lips to her neck, kissing it softly. Then, sliding down, he grazed her breasts with his lips, teasing her nipples with his tongue. Her body responded to each touch, her breath quickening, soft "Mm… mm…" escaping her lips. His hands moved below her hips, parting her thighs, positioning himself between them. As his cock grazed her pussy, her body jolted. Closing her eyes tightly, she gave herself over to him.
He moved his hips slowly, savoring her fully. With each thrust, her body synced with his. Though her mind still protested, her body had surrendered completely. He brought his face close to hers again, kissing her lips as he whispered, "Vanitha… I need you…" The desire in his voice and the warmth of his embrace shattered her last resistance.
She slid her hands onto his back, pulling him tight against her. Her lips sought his, diving into a deep kiss. Their bodies intertwined, time seeming to halt in that room. He continued his slow, deep thrusts, her every moan fueling him. Her body edged toward another climax, her breath racing as she whispered his name, "Angith…"
In that moment, they felt each other completely. The world beyond faded, leaving only them in that space. He held her close, intensifying his movements, and she matched him, offering herself fully. Their rhythm flowed like a river—smooth and profound. Each thrust stoked her senses, carrying her to new heights. His breath warmed her neck, and beads of sweat began to dot her skin. Her hands gripped his back, his heat a comforting shield.
Angith pulled his lips from hers, locking eyes with her. His gaze burned with insatiable hunger, yet it carried a tenderness that respected her completely. "Vanitha…" he whispered her name again, the longing in his voice melting her further. She responded with a soft moan, "Angith…" Their names echoed faintly in the room, drawing them closer.
He slid his left hand under her head, lifting it to press against his chest. His right hand gently cupped her left breast, stroking it while his fingers teased her nipple with soft twists. Her body shivered under his touch, her moans filling his ears. His movements slowed, deepening, and her body synced with his perfectly. Her legs wrapped around him, binding him to her.
Their union built toward a peak. His breath quickened, his hips thrusting harder. She matched him, her nails lightly scbanging his back. The mix of pain and pleasure spurred him on, pressing his body even tighter against hers. His lips sought her neck again, kissing it deeply. As her body hit another climax, she gasped, "Ah… Angith…" spilling her emotions. Her frame slackened, collapsing against him.
He held her close, slowing his thrusts. His own release surged, his breath racing as he moaned her name, "Vanitha…" They clung to each other, fused in that moment. Their body heat enveloped them, binding them in a new intimacy. He eased off her, lying beside her. Though his breath still raced, a deep exhaustion settled into his frame.
Vanitha lay next to him. Moments ago, their bodies had sought each other fiercely, but now a heavy feeling crept into their minds. She turned slowly, facing away, her back to him. Guilt and lingering desire battled within her, plunging her into confusion. Her eyes stayed open, staring blankly. Her weary body drifted toward sleep unbidden.
Angith sensed her shift and glanced at her for a moment. A struggle churned in him too—wanting to touch her again, yet held back by the hesitation in her silence. He turned as well, facing away, his back to hers. The heat in his body hadn’t fully faded, but a mental fatigue took hold. His hands gripped the pillow tightly as his breathing gradually steadied.
They lay on the same bed, not touching, backs pressed together. The room’s silence was broken only by their soft breaths. Exhaustion claimed their bodies, pulling them into sleep unknowingly. That night ushered them into a new reality, but the questions stirring in their minds remained unanswered. Their scattered clothes on the bed lay quietly, remnants of their unleashed passion.
Angith pulled back slightly, bracing his left hand on the mattress beside her. With his right, he tugged off his briefs, freeing his throbbing cock, then climbed back over her, resuming their kiss. His cock now pressed directly against her navel. Moments later, he broke the kiss again, rising slightly. Propping his left hand on the mattress to her right, he stared into her eyes while his right hand gripped her panties, sliding them down her thighs, knees, ankles, and feet to the floor. Fully naked beneath him, the room’s AC grazed her exposed pussy, heightening her awareness. In a final plea, she looked at him and whispered, "Angith, please, no… Let’s stop… This is so wrong, we shouldn’t do this…" But Angith murmured, "Please, Vanitha…" his voice laced with longing and tenderness.
His "Please, Vanitha…" carried a mix of eagerness and desperation. The lust in his eyes, the unquenchable thirst to claim her fully, deepened her confusion. Though her body yielded to him, her mind still resisted, whispering This is wrong over and over. Yet his next move began to erode her defenses.
He lowered himself onto her again, pressing his body tightly against hers. His chest crushed her breasts, and his cock brushed her pussy directly, sending another shiver through her. His lips seized hers in a deep, urgent kiss, this time with a frantic edge. His right hand caressed her left thigh, sliding up to her hip, pulling her closer. His left hand pressed into her back, lifting her slightly, molding her to him.
A storm raged in Vanitha’s mind. The urge to stop clashed with the melting surrender of her body, enslaved by his touch, pulling her in two directions. Her hands hesitated on his shoulders; for a moment, she considered pushing him away, but the heat of his lips and the strength of his grip drew her back to him. "Angith… please…" she moaned again, but the weakness in her voice betrayed her.
Ignoring her plea, he shifted his lips to her neck, kissing it softly. Then, sliding down, he grazed her breasts with his lips, teasing her nipples with his tongue. Her body responded to each touch, her breath quickening, soft "Mm… mm…" escaping her lips. His hands moved below her hips, parting her thighs, positioning himself between them. As his cock grazed her pussy, her body jolted. Closing her eyes tightly, she gave herself over to him.
He moved his hips slowly, savoring her fully. With each thrust, her body synced with his. Though her mind still protested, her body had surrendered completely. He brought his face close to hers again, kissing her lips as he whispered, "Vanitha… I need you…" The desire in his voice and the warmth of his embrace shattered her last resistance.
She slid her hands onto his back, pulling him tight against her. Her lips sought his, diving into a deep kiss. Their bodies intertwined, time seeming to halt in that room. He continued his slow, deep thrusts, her every moan fueling him. Her body edged toward another climax, her breath racing as she whispered his name, "Angith…"
In that moment, they felt each other completely. The world beyond faded, leaving only them in that space. He held her close, intensifying his movements, and she matched him, offering herself fully. Their rhythm flowed like a river—smooth and profound. Each thrust stoked her senses, carrying her to new heights. His breath warmed her neck, and beads of sweat began to dot her skin. Her hands gripped his back, his heat a comforting shield.
Angith pulled his lips from hers, locking eyes with her. His gaze burned with insatiable hunger, yet it carried a tenderness that respected her completely. "Vanitha…" he whispered her name again, the longing in his voice melting her further. She responded with a soft moan, "Angith…" Their names echoed faintly in the room, drawing them closer.
He slid his left hand under her head, lifting it to press against his chest. His right hand gently cupped her left breast, stroking it while his fingers teased her nipple with soft twists. Her body shivered under his touch, her moans filling his ears. His movements slowed, deepening, and her body synced with his perfectly. Her legs wrapped around him, binding him to her.
Their union built toward a peak. His breath quickened, his hips thrusting harder. She matched him, her nails lightly scbanging his back. The mix of pain and pleasure spurred him on, pressing his body even tighter against hers. His lips sought her neck again, kissing it deeply. As her body hit another climax, she gasped, "Ah… Angith…" spilling her emotions. Her frame slackened, collapsing against him.
He held her close, slowing his thrusts. His own release surged, his breath racing as he moaned her name, "Vanitha…" They clung to each other, fused in that moment. Their body heat enveloped them, binding them in a new intimacy. He eased off her, lying beside her. Though his breath still raced, a deep exhaustion settled into his frame.
Vanitha lay next to him. Moments ago, their bodies had sought each other fiercely, but now a heavy feeling crept into their minds. She turned slowly, facing away, her back to him. Guilt and lingering desire battled within her, plunging her into confusion. Her eyes stayed open, staring blankly. Her weary body drifted toward sleep unbidden.
Angith sensed her shift and glanced at her for a moment. A struggle churned in him too—wanting to touch her again, yet held back by the hesitation in her silence. He turned as well, facing away, his back to hers. The heat in his body hadn’t fully faded, but a mental fatigue took hold. His hands gripped the pillow tightly as his breathing gradually steadied.
They lay on the same bed, not touching, backs pressed together. The room’s silence was broken only by their soft breaths. Exhaustion claimed their bodies, pulling them into sleep unknowingly. That night ushered them into a new reality, but the questions stirring in their minds remained unanswered. Their scattered clothes on the bed lay quietly, remnants of their unleashed passion.
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