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Even when Tarun noticed that Kajol’s hand was growing tired, he wanted to encourage her to push herself to fulfill her internal desire. He continued massaging her back and supported her urge for fulfillment. He deliberately dragged his hand, brushing against her clitoris through the cloth. As his fingers moved, a shock stirred within her along with a shame of getting caught with the peak of wetness. Kajol felt a rush of heat rise to her cheeks, shame coiling in her chest. She lowered her gaze, uncertainty flickering in her eyes, yet she couldn’t ignore the weight of the moment as she dared to meet his gaze.
The joy of the moment and the deep, passionate love in Kajol’s heart were undeniably evident as she placed a tender kiss on Tarun’s cheek, followed by one on his lips. Tarun remained the recipient of her affection, allowing her to take charge and savour the intensity of their connection. Tarun locked his eyes on her, leaving no room for retreat. His libidinous gaze ignited a deep passion within her, transforming her into a woman fully embracing her desires. Tarun held her buttocks and pulled her body on top of his. He adjusted the position of her pussy, placing her gently over his dick.
He kissed her lips with intense force, pulling her closer into the embrace. A small dot of blood added more intensity to his kiss. He pulled down her pants little and brings her buttocks out from the protection of cloth. The hands of Kajol shows hurry in removing the front part but he started to ride her pussy on top of dick with cloths on.
Tarun continued to gaze at her two beautiful mountains and the valley between them. He couldn’t take his eyes away, unable to find a finishing moment. He allowed his fingers to enter the valley and explore the hole hidden in the valley. Kajol held him tightly when his fingers rubbed on top of her ass hole.
As his massage continued, a sexually aroused sound started to come out from her mouth.
Feeling good, he asked her to engage in conversation. The transition he wanted in her.
Yeah! A half-formed sound came out from her mouth.
You want me to continue? He asked by slowing down his pace.
Yes, her moan got louder. Please don’t stop, she begged.
Tarun moved his fingers and dipped into her pussy. "Tarun, take me as yours for the rest of your life," Kajol whispered, her voice carrying the weight of unwavering lust.
Have you ever experienced such wonderful moments?" he asked
No, you fool, stop talking," Kajol whispered.
"Look at me," he said, his fingers circling on top of hers clits as he asked.
This moment of her distraction he wanted to bring his fingers back on top of asshole and dipped inside.
Tarun, ouch… A small pain came from her mouth.
You wanted me to stop? His question was deliberate, meant to make her accept his move.
Now feeling better, she replied.
His fingers didn’t wait for her consent as they had already started exploring the hidden mystery inside.
Kajol you got a wonderful body which will generate sexual stimulus in any men. Tarun purposefully said to make her feel that she was none other than a sexually starving girl. This time he didn’t stop the Kajol fingers attempt to move the cloths and allowing her pussy to get the feel of his naked dick. Kajol's hip lifted up, and as it returned, his dick got swollen by her pussy.
Tarun laid back on the bed and enjoyed the passion of Kajol riding his dick. This time, too, Tarun was cautious to make the moment last. He did his best not to falter in front of her, but in the end, victory was Kajol's pussy. Tarun couldn’t hold long and he jerked outside before climax.
They got cleaned up and returned to bed. Tarun expected to spend some time chatting, but Kajol slipped into sleep. As she rested, he gazed at her, lost in thought. He began recollecting past memories, analysing each moment and expression, cherishing every detail that had brought them to this point.
Tarun didn’t find any difference in Kajol compared to the women he had slept with. Is the reality of every girl the same, or is only a chosen one meant for him? Tarun doubted this when Kajol was flawlessly and equally partnered with him. He wanted to see her as just one among them, but deep down, he felt his heart trying to connect with her. He enjoyed the way she put effort into making him happy. From her facial expression and body language, Tarun had no doubt about her unwavering dedication to pleasing her partner. He found it hard to believe that this was her first experience in life.
Hey Tarun, are you not sleeping?" Kajol's voice pulled him out of his thoughts. He wanted to throw away his weed-laced cigarette, but Kajol noticed it.
I wasn’t feeling sleepy. Thought I’d have a smoke, he replied.
Why it smells different? She asked.
What to try? Tarun asked.
Hey no, I tried once with Priya. I was coughing for next one hour.
This is a light one; you won’t cough," Tarun replied.
Seeing the double-edged expression on Kajol’s face, he pulled her closer. The warm breeze on the balcony made her body shiver in the cold. Tarun placed the cigarette on her lips. His command wasn’t needed for her to please her partner.
When Kajol coughed, Tarun massaged her back and head, bringing her instant relief. However, a realization that it wasn’t harmful had already settled in Kajol’s mind, thanks to experiencing a different taste.
How is it? He asked.
Different one, she replied.
He didn’t compel her to smoke again.
When Tarun woke up in morning, he didn’t find Kajol in bed. He checked the bathroom first before walking towards the balcony. The cool breeze welcomed him warmly. Tarun was surprised not to find her, but suddenly his eyes caught her standing at the edge of the lawn of the resort. He stood there and observed her. Kajol was standing near the fence, gazing at the mountain scenery.
He expected her to return, but she remained in the same position even after he finished his cigarette. He doubted whether she had gone there to distract herself from feelings of guilt. Tarun also wondered whether his behaviour had been too early-stage—perhaps premature.
The arrival of a waiter with a coffee cup made him understand that she had ordered tea or coffee, which explained why she was still standing there. Tarun also felt the urge to have a coffee. Just as he was about to go down, his eyes caught sight of the waiter. He stood still and watched him. Though the waiter reached near her, he remained behind in silence. There was no doubt—he was taking his time to admire her beauty from behind.
The sound of Tarun’s footsteps prompted the waiter to quickly finish his task and move away.
"Good morning," Tarun said with a smile as he sat down on a garden chair.
His eyes locked onto Kajol’s, but she was trying to avoid his gaze, attempting to hide from facing him.
"Good morning. Why are you staring like that?" she asked.
"Nothing," he replied, winking. A smile on his face prompted Kajol to smile back. The hint of shame on her face surprised him. Reflecting on the memories of last night, Tarun found it hard to believe that any trace of shame or shyness remained in Kajol. He had to admit she was the first girl who had ever made him feel excused while satisfying her in love-making.
She was the first girl who had ever made him feel excused while satisfying her in love-making. Though her body was fully covered, the image of her from the previous night lingered vividly in his mind. The usual sense of detachment, a kind of lost in interest or excitement that often followed his encounters with other women, didn’t cloud his thoughts this time.
Several fantasies that he had always kept in mind came into his thoughts. He started planning to fulfill them in Goa. Though the verbal conversations were limited, facial expressions conveyed excitement and a willingness to engage in more thrilling experiences.
The joy of the moment and the deep, passionate love in Kajol’s heart were undeniably evident as she placed a tender kiss on Tarun’s cheek, followed by one on his lips. Tarun remained the recipient of her affection, allowing her to take charge and savour the intensity of their connection. Tarun locked his eyes on her, leaving no room for retreat. His libidinous gaze ignited a deep passion within her, transforming her into a woman fully embracing her desires. Tarun held her buttocks and pulled her body on top of his. He adjusted the position of her pussy, placing her gently over his dick.
He kissed her lips with intense force, pulling her closer into the embrace. A small dot of blood added more intensity to his kiss. He pulled down her pants little and brings her buttocks out from the protection of cloth. The hands of Kajol shows hurry in removing the front part but he started to ride her pussy on top of dick with cloths on.
Tarun continued to gaze at her two beautiful mountains and the valley between them. He couldn’t take his eyes away, unable to find a finishing moment. He allowed his fingers to enter the valley and explore the hole hidden in the valley. Kajol held him tightly when his fingers rubbed on top of her ass hole.
As his massage continued, a sexually aroused sound started to come out from her mouth.
Feeling good, he asked her to engage in conversation. The transition he wanted in her.
Yeah! A half-formed sound came out from her mouth.
You want me to continue? He asked by slowing down his pace.
Yes, her moan got louder. Please don’t stop, she begged.
Tarun moved his fingers and dipped into her pussy. "Tarun, take me as yours for the rest of your life," Kajol whispered, her voice carrying the weight of unwavering lust.
Have you ever experienced such wonderful moments?" he asked
No, you fool, stop talking," Kajol whispered.
"Look at me," he said, his fingers circling on top of hers clits as he asked.
This moment of her distraction he wanted to bring his fingers back on top of asshole and dipped inside.
Tarun, ouch… A small pain came from her mouth.
You wanted me to stop? His question was deliberate, meant to make her accept his move.
Now feeling better, she replied.
His fingers didn’t wait for her consent as they had already started exploring the hidden mystery inside.
Kajol you got a wonderful body which will generate sexual stimulus in any men. Tarun purposefully said to make her feel that she was none other than a sexually starving girl. This time he didn’t stop the Kajol fingers attempt to move the cloths and allowing her pussy to get the feel of his naked dick. Kajol's hip lifted up, and as it returned, his dick got swollen by her pussy.
Tarun laid back on the bed and enjoyed the passion of Kajol riding his dick. This time, too, Tarun was cautious to make the moment last. He did his best not to falter in front of her, but in the end, victory was Kajol's pussy. Tarun couldn’t hold long and he jerked outside before climax.
They got cleaned up and returned to bed. Tarun expected to spend some time chatting, but Kajol slipped into sleep. As she rested, he gazed at her, lost in thought. He began recollecting past memories, analysing each moment and expression, cherishing every detail that had brought them to this point.
Tarun didn’t find any difference in Kajol compared to the women he had slept with. Is the reality of every girl the same, or is only a chosen one meant for him? Tarun doubted this when Kajol was flawlessly and equally partnered with him. He wanted to see her as just one among them, but deep down, he felt his heart trying to connect with her. He enjoyed the way she put effort into making him happy. From her facial expression and body language, Tarun had no doubt about her unwavering dedication to pleasing her partner. He found it hard to believe that this was her first experience in life.
Hey Tarun, are you not sleeping?" Kajol's voice pulled him out of his thoughts. He wanted to throw away his weed-laced cigarette, but Kajol noticed it.
I wasn’t feeling sleepy. Thought I’d have a smoke, he replied.
Why it smells different? She asked.
What to try? Tarun asked.
Hey no, I tried once with Priya. I was coughing for next one hour.
This is a light one; you won’t cough," Tarun replied.
Seeing the double-edged expression on Kajol’s face, he pulled her closer. The warm breeze on the balcony made her body shiver in the cold. Tarun placed the cigarette on her lips. His command wasn’t needed for her to please her partner.
When Kajol coughed, Tarun massaged her back and head, bringing her instant relief. However, a realization that it wasn’t harmful had already settled in Kajol’s mind, thanks to experiencing a different taste.
How is it? He asked.
Different one, she replied.
He didn’t compel her to smoke again.
When Tarun woke up in morning, he didn’t find Kajol in bed. He checked the bathroom first before walking towards the balcony. The cool breeze welcomed him warmly. Tarun was surprised not to find her, but suddenly his eyes caught her standing at the edge of the lawn of the resort. He stood there and observed her. Kajol was standing near the fence, gazing at the mountain scenery.
He expected her to return, but she remained in the same position even after he finished his cigarette. He doubted whether she had gone there to distract herself from feelings of guilt. Tarun also wondered whether his behaviour had been too early-stage—perhaps premature.
The arrival of a waiter with a coffee cup made him understand that she had ordered tea or coffee, which explained why she was still standing there. Tarun also felt the urge to have a coffee. Just as he was about to go down, his eyes caught sight of the waiter. He stood still and watched him. Though the waiter reached near her, he remained behind in silence. There was no doubt—he was taking his time to admire her beauty from behind.
The sound of Tarun’s footsteps prompted the waiter to quickly finish his task and move away.
"Good morning," Tarun said with a smile as he sat down on a garden chair.
His eyes locked onto Kajol’s, but she was trying to avoid his gaze, attempting to hide from facing him.
"Good morning. Why are you staring like that?" she asked.
"Nothing," he replied, winking. A smile on his face prompted Kajol to smile back. The hint of shame on her face surprised him. Reflecting on the memories of last night, Tarun found it hard to believe that any trace of shame or shyness remained in Kajol. He had to admit she was the first girl who had ever made him feel excused while satisfying her in love-making.
She was the first girl who had ever made him feel excused while satisfying her in love-making. Though her body was fully covered, the image of her from the previous night lingered vividly in his mind. The usual sense of detachment, a kind of lost in interest or excitement that often followed his encounters with other women, didn’t cloud his thoughts this time.
Several fantasies that he had always kept in mind came into his thoughts. He started planning to fulfill them in Goa. Though the verbal conversations were limited, facial expressions conveyed excitement and a willingness to engage in more thrilling experiences.
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