Adultery Radiance of Vanitha

[adams_masala]

As the waves of her orgasm began to subside, Selvam resumed his movements, his thrusts now deeper, more purposeful. Each powerful drive of his hips reignite waves of her climax still rippled through Vanitha's body as Selvam maintained his rhythm, each powerful thrust extending her pleasure. Her fingers traced down his sweat-slickened back, feeling the muscles flex and release as he drove into her with controlled power. Her hands continued their exploration, traveling lower, past the taut curve of his buttocks to the space beneath where his heavy sac swung with each thrust.


Curious, Vanitha cupped his testicles in her palm, feeling their substantial weight. They felt impossibly full and tight against his body—hot and heavy in her gentle grasp. The realization struck her suddenly—these were filled with his essence, his seed. Images flashed through her mind of the video SilverFox77 had sent her months ago, where thick ropes of white erupted in powerful spurts, seemingly endless in their volume.

"Mama," she gasped as her fingers explored his fullness. "You feel so heavy, so ready."

Selvam's rhythm faltered momentarily at her touch, a groan escaping his lips as her fingers gently squeezed his testicles. "Careful," he warned, his voice strained. "I've been saving myself for this moment longer than you know."

The implication sent a fresh wave of heat through Vanitha's core. "How long?" she whispered, her fingers continuing their gentle exploration. "How long have you wanted this?"

"Since I first saw you," Selvam admitted, his hips never ceasing their powerful movement. "Standing beside my son in your wedding saree, looking like a goddess descended to earth." His pace quickened slightly, each thrust punctuated by his words. "I hated myself for wanting you. For imagining you like this."

"Mama," she gasped, her voice tremulous with renewed desire. "I want to feel you... I want you to cum inside me."

Selvam's rhythm faltered momentarily, his eyes darkening with primal hunger at her words. "Are you certain?" he asked, his voice a deep rumble against her throat where his lips now pressed. "Once I claim you fully, there's no going back."

"I've never been more certain," Vanitha whispered, her fingers tightening around his fullness beneath. "Fill me completely. Make me yours in every way."

The sacred weight of her request hung between them, heavy with implications that transcended the physical act itself. This was the final threshold—the ultimate taboo they had not yet crossed.

Selvam's powerful body trembled above her, his control fraying visibly as her words penetrated his consciousness.

"Will you..." she began, her voice trembling with both trepidation and desire, "will you fill me, mama? Make me carry your child?"

The raw vulnerability in her question made Selvam's rhythm falter. His eyes, dark with passion, searched her face for any sign of hesitation or doubt. Finding none, he felt something primal and possessive unfurl within his chest.

"Is that what you want?" he asked, his voice a rough whisper against her ear. "To be bred by your father-in-law? To carry my seed where you didn’t let my son, because you wanted to maintain your figure?"

"Yes," Vanitha breathed, the admission sending a fresh wave of heat through her core. "I've dreamed of it since I discovered who you really were. I want to feel you pulse inside me, filling me completely."

The confession ignited something untamed within Selvam. His thrusts deepened, each powerful drive of his hips striking places within her that had never been touched. The bed creaked beneath them, rose petals crushed beneath their entwined bodies releasing their fragrance into the air. The sacred mangalsutra bounced against Vanitha's collar bone with each thrust, the gold pendant catching the light of the oil lamps.

"Then take all of me," Selvam growled, his voice dropping to a register that vibrated through her very bones. "Every drop."

His rhythm changed, becoming more primal, more insistent. The careful restraint he had maintained throughout their coupling gave way to something ancient and untamed. His powerful body moved with single-minded purpose, driving into her with a force that made the headboard knock against the wall.

Vanitha felt herself climbing toward another peak, her body responding to his newfound intensity.

"Let me see your eyes when I cum inside you," Selvam commanded, his voice dropping to a register that vibrated through her very core. "I want to watch you when you feel me release inside you."

The friction where they joined intensified, Selvam's impressive girth stretching her deliciously with each powerful thrust. Vanitha's eyes locked with his, dark pools of desire meeting ocean depths of possession. The mangalsutra between her breasts swung wildly now, the gold pendant flashing in the oil lamp's light like a beacon marking their transgression.

"I'm close," Selvam growled, his rhythm growing erratic as his control frayed. "So close to marking you forever."

"Yes," Vanitha gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders as her own pleasure built to impossible heights. "Make me yours completely, mama. Let me feel you pulse inside me."

Her words pushed him over the edge. With a primal roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house, Selvam drove himself to the hilt one final time. His powerful body went rigid above her as deep waves of pleasure ripped through him. Vanitha felt him swell impossibly larger inside her, followed by the hot, rhythmic pulsing that signaled his release. Each powerful surge sent jets of his essence deep into her welcoming body, filling her with liquid heat that seemed endless in its abundance.

"I feel you," she gasped, her eyes wide with wonder as she watched the play of emotions across his face. "I feel every pulse, every drop."

The sensation of his release triggered her own climax, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around his thickness, milking him of every last drop. The dual sensation—his filling and her receiving—created a feedback loop of pleasure that seemed to transcend the physical, connecting them in ways that defied the boundaries of flesh.

"Mine," Selvam growled, his voice primal and possessive as he continued to pulse within her. "You're Mine," Selvam growled, his voice primal and possessive as he continued to pulse within her. "You're mine now, completely."

The words reverberated through Vanitha's body like a sacred mantra, each syllable punctuated by another surge of his essence deep within her core. The weight of his declaration settled over her like a mantle, both burden and blessing intertwined. His claim was absolute, transcending the physical act to something deeper—a marking of territory, a rewriting of destiny.

"Yes," she whispered, her voice tremulous with emotion. "Yours, mama. Only yours."

For long moments, they remained joined, neither willing to break the connection that bound them together. Selvam's weight pressed her into the mattress, the crushed rose petals beneath her releasing their dying fragrance—a sweet, heady scent that mingled with the musk of their lovemaking.

While lying together in bliss, they both remembered that a surrogate in the US was carrying her child, with Selvam’s sperm on its way to fertilize her eggs.

THE END?