10-04-2025, 08:27 AM
He rose, kissing her lips again—their kiss deepening, his tongue meeting hers in a tender dance. His hands kneaded her breasts, fingers twisting her nipples softly—her body quivered, a faint "Mm…" escaping her. He pressed himself fully over her, his cock grazing her pussy—a jolt rippling through her as he touched her. He entered slowly, her hips shifting to meet him, their bodies syncing—his thrusts melding with her in a gentle, deep rhythm. Vanitha gripped his chest, her legs wrapping around his waist—her thighs brushing his skin, creating a heated friction.
Their bodies fully felt each other—his chest pressing her breasts, their skin melding, forging a warm bond. His kisses claimed her neck again, teeth grazing her skin, blending faint pain with pleasure. His movements intensified—his hips plunging deeper, heat surging through her as she moaned, "Angith… ah…" His hands squeezed her breasts, fingers teasing her nipples, driving her to climax—her body shuddered, crying "Angith!" as she collapsed against him. His breath quickened, arms tightening around her, thrusts hastening—murmuring "Vanitha…" in a soft groan, he shuddered, joining her in release.
Their breaths raced, then steadied—a sweet exhaustion settling in. Angith kissed her forehead tenderly, pulling her to his chest—his heartbeat thrummed in her ears, offering safety. Vanitha buried her face in his chest, inhaling his faint sweat—her hands stroking his back, holding him close. They shared a gentle smile, a deep understanding blooming. The room’s soft light enveloped them, their bodies glowing warmly—they lay there, savoring the moment.
After a while, they rose slowly, slipping back into their robes—Vanitha adjusted hers, glancing at Angith with a playful smirk. "Is that enough, or do you want more?" she teased in a soft voice. He laughed, "I could stay with you a bit longer," pulling her by the hand and rolling the food cart near the sofa. They sat, sharing the meal—their closeness lingering, drawing them toward the next moment.
Vanitha and Angith sat side by side on the sofa, their night robes softly dbanging their bodies—Vanitha’s white robe lent her skin a faint glow, hinting at her curves, while Angith’s grey robe clung to his solid frame, parting slightly to reveal the top of his chest. The sofa’s cushioned fabric offered warm comfort, its muted brown hue catching the room’s light with a subtle sheen. In front of them, an old Tamil song—"Kaadhal Endraal Ennavo"—played softly on the TV, its sweet melody filling the room, pulling them into a haze of nostalgia. The food cart stood nearby, the scent of soy sauce noodles and the spicy tang of chicken Manchurian lingering, gently sating their hunger. Their plates were half-empty, a small glass of mango juice passed between them—its sweetness still lingering on their tongues.
Their conversation flowed slowly—Vanitha shared memories of singing with her mother as a child, her voice blending faint longing with laughter. Angith looked at her, saying, "I love this song too. But watching it with you makes it even more special," his eyes shimmering with a soft smile. They laughed together, a natural closeness spreading between them. His right hand brushed her left shoulder—his fingers grazed the thin fabric of her robe, feeling her skin beneath. His hand slid lower, toward her waist—slipping past the robe’s gap, tracing a small circle on her soft flesh. A shiver rippled through her—her breath deepened, her chest rising and falling.
Vanitha glanced at him—his eyes held desire and a tender admiration. A mischievous smile curled her lips—her body responded, urging her closer. His hand grew bolder, moving to her breasts—fingers parting her robe, brushing them softly, pressing gently. His thumb teased her nipple, sending a warm wave through her—she let out a faint "Mm…" pressing his hand to her chest. Her eyes fluttered shut then opened, shyly meeting his—a thought flickered, How does he make me feel this way?—but her body sank into the sensation.
Angith leaned in, his left hand sliding to her back, pulling her close—their bodies pressed together on the sofa, robes slipping, baring skin. His face neared hers, lips brushing hers softly—his breath warmed her face, igniting heat. Her lips answered, their kiss deepening—his tongue parted hers, meeting in a slow dance. Her hands roamed his chest, tugging his robe fully open, feeling his firm skin—faint sweat dampened her fingers, stirring a quiet daze.
He stripped her robe off, leaving her naked—her breasts gleamed in the dim light, captivating him. His right hand kneaded them softly, lips kissing her neck, trailing down—his tongue grazed her breasts, tasting her nipples, sending a quiver through her. Vanitha tilted her head back, moaning, "Angith…" in a soft voice—her hands gripped his head, fingers threading his hair, pressing him to her. His kisses slid to her stomach, tongue circling her navel, sparking a deep shiver.
He stood, shedding his robe completely—his solid body a feast for her eyes, his cock catching her gaze, flushing her with shyness. He approached again, laying her back on the sofa—its soft fabric warmed her, offering comfort. Leaning over her, he parted her thighs, his cock brushing her pussy—a jolt shot through her at the touch. He entered slowly, her hips shifting to meet him, their bodies syncing—his thrusts melding with her in a gentle rhythm.
Vanitha clutched his chest, legs wrapping around his waist—her thighs grazed his skin, creating heated friction. His kisses claimed her lips again, their breaths mingling—his warming her face, hers brushing his neck, pulling them into a deep haze. His movements intensified—his hips plunging deeper, heat flooding her as she moaned, "Angith… ah…" His hands squeezed her breasts, fingers teasing her nipples, driving her toward a peak. Her hands gripped his back, nails digging faintly—her moans filled the room, blending with the TV’s soft tune.
He held her tighter, thrusts quickening—his breath raced, a soft "Vanitha…" escaping him. Their bodies moved in heated harmony, reaching climax—hers shuddered, crying "Angith!" as she collapsed against him. His trembled too, arms wrapping her close, leaning into her—their breaths sped, then steadied. They shared a tender smile, a sweet exhaustion settling in. He kissed her forehead softly, pulling her to his chest—they reclined on the sofa, savoring the moment.
After a while, they rose, slipping into their robes, moving to the bed—bodies entwined, they drifted into sleep. The room’s faint light wrapped them, sealing their deep closeness.
Their bodies fully felt each other—his chest pressing her breasts, their skin melding, forging a warm bond. His kisses claimed her neck again, teeth grazing her skin, blending faint pain with pleasure. His movements intensified—his hips plunging deeper, heat surging through her as she moaned, "Angith… ah…" His hands squeezed her breasts, fingers teasing her nipples, driving her to climax—her body shuddered, crying "Angith!" as she collapsed against him. His breath quickened, arms tightening around her, thrusts hastening—murmuring "Vanitha…" in a soft groan, he shuddered, joining her in release.
Their breaths raced, then steadied—a sweet exhaustion settling in. Angith kissed her forehead tenderly, pulling her to his chest—his heartbeat thrummed in her ears, offering safety. Vanitha buried her face in his chest, inhaling his faint sweat—her hands stroking his back, holding him close. They shared a gentle smile, a deep understanding blooming. The room’s soft light enveloped them, their bodies glowing warmly—they lay there, savoring the moment.
After a while, they rose slowly, slipping back into their robes—Vanitha adjusted hers, glancing at Angith with a playful smirk. "Is that enough, or do you want more?" she teased in a soft voice. He laughed, "I could stay with you a bit longer," pulling her by the hand and rolling the food cart near the sofa. They sat, sharing the meal—their closeness lingering, drawing them toward the next moment.
Vanitha and Angith sat side by side on the sofa, their night robes softly dbanging their bodies—Vanitha’s white robe lent her skin a faint glow, hinting at her curves, while Angith’s grey robe clung to his solid frame, parting slightly to reveal the top of his chest. The sofa’s cushioned fabric offered warm comfort, its muted brown hue catching the room’s light with a subtle sheen. In front of them, an old Tamil song—"Kaadhal Endraal Ennavo"—played softly on the TV, its sweet melody filling the room, pulling them into a haze of nostalgia. The food cart stood nearby, the scent of soy sauce noodles and the spicy tang of chicken Manchurian lingering, gently sating their hunger. Their plates were half-empty, a small glass of mango juice passed between them—its sweetness still lingering on their tongues.
Their conversation flowed slowly—Vanitha shared memories of singing with her mother as a child, her voice blending faint longing with laughter. Angith looked at her, saying, "I love this song too. But watching it with you makes it even more special," his eyes shimmering with a soft smile. They laughed together, a natural closeness spreading between them. His right hand brushed her left shoulder—his fingers grazed the thin fabric of her robe, feeling her skin beneath. His hand slid lower, toward her waist—slipping past the robe’s gap, tracing a small circle on her soft flesh. A shiver rippled through her—her breath deepened, her chest rising and falling.
Vanitha glanced at him—his eyes held desire and a tender admiration. A mischievous smile curled her lips—her body responded, urging her closer. His hand grew bolder, moving to her breasts—fingers parting her robe, brushing them softly, pressing gently. His thumb teased her nipple, sending a warm wave through her—she let out a faint "Mm…" pressing his hand to her chest. Her eyes fluttered shut then opened, shyly meeting his—a thought flickered, How does he make me feel this way?—but her body sank into the sensation.
Angith leaned in, his left hand sliding to her back, pulling her close—their bodies pressed together on the sofa, robes slipping, baring skin. His face neared hers, lips brushing hers softly—his breath warmed her face, igniting heat. Her lips answered, their kiss deepening—his tongue parted hers, meeting in a slow dance. Her hands roamed his chest, tugging his robe fully open, feeling his firm skin—faint sweat dampened her fingers, stirring a quiet daze.
He stripped her robe off, leaving her naked—her breasts gleamed in the dim light, captivating him. His right hand kneaded them softly, lips kissing her neck, trailing down—his tongue grazed her breasts, tasting her nipples, sending a quiver through her. Vanitha tilted her head back, moaning, "Angith…" in a soft voice—her hands gripped his head, fingers threading his hair, pressing him to her. His kisses slid to her stomach, tongue circling her navel, sparking a deep shiver.
He stood, shedding his robe completely—his solid body a feast for her eyes, his cock catching her gaze, flushing her with shyness. He approached again, laying her back on the sofa—its soft fabric warmed her, offering comfort. Leaning over her, he parted her thighs, his cock brushing her pussy—a jolt shot through her at the touch. He entered slowly, her hips shifting to meet him, their bodies syncing—his thrusts melding with her in a gentle rhythm.
Vanitha clutched his chest, legs wrapping around his waist—her thighs grazed his skin, creating heated friction. His kisses claimed her lips again, their breaths mingling—his warming her face, hers brushing his neck, pulling them into a deep haze. His movements intensified—his hips plunging deeper, heat flooding her as she moaned, "Angith… ah…" His hands squeezed her breasts, fingers teasing her nipples, driving her toward a peak. Her hands gripped his back, nails digging faintly—her moans filled the room, blending with the TV’s soft tune.
He held her tighter, thrusts quickening—his breath raced, a soft "Vanitha…" escaping him. Their bodies moved in heated harmony, reaching climax—hers shuddered, crying "Angith!" as she collapsed against him. His trembled too, arms wrapping her close, leaning into her—their breaths sped, then steadied. They shared a tender smile, a sweet exhaustion settling in. He kissed her forehead softly, pulling her to his chest—they reclined on the sofa, savoring the moment.
After a while, they rose, slipping into their robes, moving to the bed—bodies entwined, they drifted into sleep. The room’s faint light wrapped them, sealing their deep closeness.
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