01-05-2025, 04:02 PM
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He rose slowly from between my soaked thighs, his breath hot and ragged, face glistening with sweat and arousal. His eyes were wild with hunger, the kind that didn’t just want to taste—it wanted to consume. His lips curled into a lewd smile, thick with years of pent-up craving and triumph.
“Stand up,” he growled, voice deep and smoky, vibrating against my skin. “Let me see everything. Every inch. Take it all off… now.”
I held his gaze, returning that wicked smile with one of my own—slow, teasing, a silent dare. Rising to my feet on the bed, I let my hips sway slightly as I stood tall above him. His eyes devoured every motion, every shift of fabric. My fingers slid down to the knot at my hip, pulling slowly. The petticoat loosened, the tension releasing like a breath held too long. With a soft, sinful rustle, the cloth dropped from my waist and pooled at my feet like a silken surrender.
I stood before him—completely nude, my skin flushed, glowing with the sheen of sweat and anticipation. My breasts rose and fell with my breath, nipples dark and tight. My thighs glistened with the trail of my arousal, and my cunt pulsed open and wet for him.
He stared like a worshipper at the feet of his goddess. “Fuck, Sakshi… you’re unreal. You look like every sin I ever wanted to commit.”
He stepped forward slowly, his body radiating heat, eyes fixed on the prize between my legs. He knelt again, reverently, placing his hands on my hips to steady himself. His face moved closer, so close that I could feel the warmth of his breath against my slick folds.
He pressed his nose into my mound, inhaling deeply like he was getting drunk on the scent of me. “You smell like heaven… and pure fucking corruption.”
His lips brushed my skin—soft at first, barely there, a tease. Then he opened his mouth and kissed right above my pussy, slow, hungry, possessive. His tongue made lazy, wet circles on my mound, the anticipation stretching me taut.
“Please,” I whispered, trembling, my hands gripping his shoulders for balance. “Don’t tease. Taste me. Properly.”
He looked up, eyes glazed. “You’re going to beg? I like that.”
He leaned in again, this time flicking his tongue lower, closer, tracing the edge of my lips. I shivered, knees weak.
But then he paused.
Ramu stood slowly, rising with deliberate slowness. As he ascended, his hands dragged upward from my thighs, over my hips, grazing my waist, until he was towering over me once again.
While I stood vulnerable and open, he lifted his baniyan over his head, revealing a chest glistening with sweat and the taut muscles beneath. He dropped it without care, his eyes never leaving mine. Then, with a fluid motion, he gripped the knot of his lungi and let it fall.
It hit the floor, pooling around his feet.
He still wore his jatti—white, snug, stretched tight over the heavy bulge pressing outward with visible strain. The fabric was damp with arousal, clinging to him like a second skin.
Now we stood facing each other—me naked and trembling, him nearly bare, the final veil of modesty clinging between us like a challenge.
Every breath between us was thick, loaded with all the things we’d never dared speak aloud.
His cock twitched beneath the fabric, the shape of it bold and unapologetic. I could see it pulse, hungry and proud.
He stepped closer again, and his hands came to rest on my cheeks, lifting my face. “You’ve haunted me for years, Sakshi. I’ve waited for this moment every time I closed my eyes.”
“And now?” I whispered.
He kissed me, hard.
No more teasing.
The moment had arrived.
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He asked me to remove his jatti, his voice low and full of heat. I didn’t want to spoil the game building between us, so I slid off the bed slowly, every motion deliberate, letting my bare body tease his eyes as I stepped closer to him. My gaze fell to the obvious outline pushing through the thin cotton—his cock was straining against the jatti, thick, impatient, almost twitching for release.
I reached out, fingers grazing the rigid length over the fabric. The heat, the weight, the pulsing urgency beneath sent a shiver down my spine. I wrapped my hand around it, pressing slightly, and he let out a sharp breath.
"Fuck, Sakshi," he groaned. "You keep touching me like that, and I won’t last."
I smiled up at him. "That’s the plan."
I dropped to my knees before him, face inches from the bulge. I leaned in and gave a playful bite right where his cockhead swelled under the fabric. He hissed, his fingers flexing at his sides. "Tease."
"Always," I whispered, lips brushing the damp cloth.
Then, with both hands, I grabbed the waistband and began to slide his jatti down slowly, savoring the way the cotton peeled away from his skin. As soon as the fabric cleared the tip, his cock sprang free—thick, proud, slick at the head. It bounced in front of my face, and I couldn’t help but let out a hungry breath.
I paused, staring, mesmerized by the sheer size and shape of him. My mind flashed unbidden to Murugan—my husband, the man who hadn’t touched me with real desire in years. His cock, always timid, always rushed. The contrast was brutal.
"This... this is what a man should look like," I murmured aloud, almost to myself.
Ramu smirked darkly. "That pathetic fool left you starved, didn’t he? All those nights, all that body... wasted."
I leaned in to kiss it, lips parting, voice trembling. "He never even tried to please me. He never made me feel like this."
But just as I got close, Ramu lifted his cock upward, denying me. I blinked and tried again.
He did it once more.
I gave him a look, part pout, part challenge.
He laughed, dark and wicked. Then without warning, he let his cock fall forward—slapping it gently across my cheek with a sharp thwap.
I gasped, stunned, breathless.
"Naughty girl," he grinned, voice rough. "You look so good with my cock on your face. And to think, your husband never even deserved to see you this way."
He reached down, grabbed my arms, and pulled me up in one swift motion. Our bodies collided, skin to skin, heat to heat. There was no more hiding.
We were completely nude now. Nothing between us. Nothing in the way.
Just skin, sweat, and the promise of what came next.
“Stand up,” he growled, voice deep and smoky, vibrating against my skin. “Let me see everything. Every inch. Take it all off… now.”
I held his gaze, returning that wicked smile with one of my own—slow, teasing, a silent dare. Rising to my feet on the bed, I let my hips sway slightly as I stood tall above him. His eyes devoured every motion, every shift of fabric. My fingers slid down to the knot at my hip, pulling slowly. The petticoat loosened, the tension releasing like a breath held too long. With a soft, sinful rustle, the cloth dropped from my waist and pooled at my feet like a silken surrender.
I stood before him—completely nude, my skin flushed, glowing with the sheen of sweat and anticipation. My breasts rose and fell with my breath, nipples dark and tight. My thighs glistened with the trail of my arousal, and my cunt pulsed open and wet for him.
He stared like a worshipper at the feet of his goddess. “Fuck, Sakshi… you’re unreal. You look like every sin I ever wanted to commit.”
He stepped forward slowly, his body radiating heat, eyes fixed on the prize between my legs. He knelt again, reverently, placing his hands on my hips to steady himself. His face moved closer, so close that I could feel the warmth of his breath against my slick folds.
He pressed his nose into my mound, inhaling deeply like he was getting drunk on the scent of me. “You smell like heaven… and pure fucking corruption.”
His lips brushed my skin—soft at first, barely there, a tease. Then he opened his mouth and kissed right above my pussy, slow, hungry, possessive. His tongue made lazy, wet circles on my mound, the anticipation stretching me taut.
“Please,” I whispered, trembling, my hands gripping his shoulders for balance. “Don’t tease. Taste me. Properly.”
He looked up, eyes glazed. “You’re going to beg? I like that.”
He leaned in again, this time flicking his tongue lower, closer, tracing the edge of my lips. I shivered, knees weak.
But then he paused.
Ramu stood slowly, rising with deliberate slowness. As he ascended, his hands dragged upward from my thighs, over my hips, grazing my waist, until he was towering over me once again.
While I stood vulnerable and open, he lifted his baniyan over his head, revealing a chest glistening with sweat and the taut muscles beneath. He dropped it without care, his eyes never leaving mine. Then, with a fluid motion, he gripped the knot of his lungi and let it fall.
It hit the floor, pooling around his feet.
He still wore his jatti—white, snug, stretched tight over the heavy bulge pressing outward with visible strain. The fabric was damp with arousal, clinging to him like a second skin.
Now we stood facing each other—me naked and trembling, him nearly bare, the final veil of modesty clinging between us like a challenge.
Every breath between us was thick, loaded with all the things we’d never dared speak aloud.
His cock twitched beneath the fabric, the shape of it bold and unapologetic. I could see it pulse, hungry and proud.
He stepped closer again, and his hands came to rest on my cheeks, lifting my face. “You’ve haunted me for years, Sakshi. I’ve waited for this moment every time I closed my eyes.”
“And now?” I whispered.
He kissed me, hard.
No more teasing.
The moment had arrived.
![[Image: 594024190_imagex.jpg]](https://pixhost.to/show/5430/594024190_imagex.jpg)
He asked me to remove his jatti, his voice low and full of heat. I didn’t want to spoil the game building between us, so I slid off the bed slowly, every motion deliberate, letting my bare body tease his eyes as I stepped closer to him. My gaze fell to the obvious outline pushing through the thin cotton—his cock was straining against the jatti, thick, impatient, almost twitching for release.
I reached out, fingers grazing the rigid length over the fabric. The heat, the weight, the pulsing urgency beneath sent a shiver down my spine. I wrapped my hand around it, pressing slightly, and he let out a sharp breath.
"Fuck, Sakshi," he groaned. "You keep touching me like that, and I won’t last."
I smiled up at him. "That’s the plan."
I dropped to my knees before him, face inches from the bulge. I leaned in and gave a playful bite right where his cockhead swelled under the fabric. He hissed, his fingers flexing at his sides. "Tease."
"Always," I whispered, lips brushing the damp cloth.
Then, with both hands, I grabbed the waistband and began to slide his jatti down slowly, savoring the way the cotton peeled away from his skin. As soon as the fabric cleared the tip, his cock sprang free—thick, proud, slick at the head. It bounced in front of my face, and I couldn’t help but let out a hungry breath.
I paused, staring, mesmerized by the sheer size and shape of him. My mind flashed unbidden to Murugan—my husband, the man who hadn’t touched me with real desire in years. His cock, always timid, always rushed. The contrast was brutal.
"This... this is what a man should look like," I murmured aloud, almost to myself.
Ramu smirked darkly. "That pathetic fool left you starved, didn’t he? All those nights, all that body... wasted."
I leaned in to kiss it, lips parting, voice trembling. "He never even tried to please me. He never made me feel like this."
But just as I got close, Ramu lifted his cock upward, denying me. I blinked and tried again.
He did it once more.
I gave him a look, part pout, part challenge.
He laughed, dark and wicked. Then without warning, he let his cock fall forward—slapping it gently across my cheek with a sharp thwap.
I gasped, stunned, breathless.
"Naughty girl," he grinned, voice rough. "You look so good with my cock on your face. And to think, your husband never even deserved to see you this way."
He reached down, grabbed my arms, and pulled me up in one swift motion. Our bodies collided, skin to skin, heat to heat. There was no more hiding.
We were completely nude now. Nothing between us. Nothing in the way.
Just skin, sweat, and the promise of what came next.
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