19-05-2025, 02:07 PM
“Ramu ji ee ee... please fuck me with your cock!” Sakshi moaned, her voice thick with desperation, her eyes clenched shut as her hips lifted from the berth, seeking him with the ache of a woman who had waited lifetimes.
Sensing the tremble in her voice, the need rippling through her like a tide dragging her to sea, Ramu positioned himself at her entrance. The swollen head of his cock nestled against the wet heat of her dripping slit, her folds parting eagerly. He grasped both of her breasts firmly, his fingers sinking into the soft, generous flesh like they belonged there. Her nipples pressed against his palms, hard and hungry.
Before he could even drive into her, Sakshi surged upward with an urgency that defied gravity, thrusting her hips with such force that she swallowed his length into her soaked cunt in one greedy, hungry motion. Her mouth dropped open in a soundless cry.
At that exact moment, a train roared past in the opposite direction. The windows of their coupe trembled as a massive gust of wind screamed by, horn blaring, the rails screaming with metal-on-metal thunder. It was as if the world outside bore witness to their feral union, echoing their madness in steel and noise.
Inside, Sakshi had wrapped her legs tightly around Ramu’s waist, her ankles locking behind his back, holding him prisoner within her heat. Her lips found his, kissing wildly, hungrily, like she could drink the moan from his throat and swallow it whole. When Ramu tried to pull back for a proper thrust, she clung even tighter—so tightly that her body lifted with him, refusing to let go.
"Sakshi baby, unwrap your legs and lift them up!" Ramu gasped, his voice strained from trying to hold himself back, from the sheer, overwhelming pressure of being buried in her so tight, so wet.
“Mmm no... you’ll pull your cock out!” she whined, breath trembling, her pout blooming across his cheek as she locked her ankles tighter, as though her cunt had developed its own will and wouldn't let go. Her eyes sparkled with defiance, gleaming with the mischief of a woman who knew exactly how powerful she had become.
Ramu laughed, throbbing deep inside her. That innocence-turned-ferocity made him love her more, worship her more. "No way I’m pulling out now, baby. I’ve got to wreck that pussy good!"
He leaned in, kissed her full on the mouth—deep, slow, claiming. "But first... promise me you’ll never hold back again."
“Okay, my queen Sakshi... I promise,” she whispered, breathless, her fingers digging into his back.
At last, Sakshi let her legs fall open, bending her knees up high. Her thighs parted, her pussy now glistening, swollen, her clit pulsing visibly. The scent of sex filled the coupe like incense in a shrine. Ramu dipped his head, lowering himself between her legs, and rubbed the rough stubble of his chin across her clit.
"Aaah! Ramu ji!" she gasped, hips jerking, hands flying to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin with a desperation that bordered on need.
He pinched her nipples between his calloused fingers, tugging them, twisting gently. Her moans grew deeper, throatier, primal. As he sucked her lower lip into his mouth, their breaths mingled in a cloud of heat and desire.
She wrapped her arms around him again, clutching him tight, like she needed to anchor herself before she drowned in him.
"Love you, Ramu ji... so much..." she breathed, every syllable soaked in surrender.
"I love you too, Sakshi," he growled into her ear, just before claiming her left breast with his mouth, suckling, nibbling, marking her as his with lips and teeth.
Her pussy was overflowing. Juices streamed out of her like a river, soaking the sheets, marking the moment as sacred. Without waiting a second longer, he drove back into her, his cock sliding deep into her slick heat, their bodies meeting with a wet slap that made both of them moan.
He began slow—torturously slow—dragging himself out, then thrusting back in harder with every stroke. Each collision echoed in the small coupe—the sound of wet flesh, frantic breath, gasping pleasure. The bed creaked beneath them, its metal legs rattling with every deep plunge.
Sakshi met his every thrust with fire. Her hips rolled, bucked, pushed against him like she was dancing, a sensual, filthy rhythm born only in lovers who had lost themselves completely. Her cries grew louder, bolder, rising to a fever pitch that threatened to crack the walls of their cabin.
Then Ramu snapped.
He lost every shred of control. He reared back and slammed into her like a beast unleashed. He gripped her thighs, spread them even wider, his eyes locked on the place where they joined—where his cock disappeared into her soaked cunt again and again. He began pounding her with every ounce of strength in his aging but formidable body.
Skin slapped. The train shook. The world dissolved.
"Crush this pussy good today, Ramu ji! Don’t hold back!"
“Yeah baby… take it… take it all… my Sakshi, my fucking queen!” he growled, adjusting into a brutal position—hands braced against the mattress, feet planted, his whole body hovering above her, his cock buried to the hilt.
Her face contorted in ecstasy, her mouth falling open in a scream too loud to be heard.
"Aaah Ramu ji… you're wild. Fuck my pussy harder... punish it… this pussy keeps tormenting me, making me ache every day. Ruin it for me today, please!"
Ramu delivered. Thrust after thrust, unrelenting. He slammed through the resistance of her walls, coaxing out scream after scream. Her hands flailed, grabbing sheets, grabbing his arms, his neck—anything to hold onto as wave after wave of pleasure smashed through her.
Then, like a tidal wave crashing down, their orgasms hit.
Ramu’s body tensed. His cock pulsed violently as it erupted, thick ropes of cum flooding her. Sakshi’s body arched, every muscle locked, her limbs wrapping around him in perfect synchronicity. She cried out, shaking, trembling as the aftershocks of her climax tore through her.
They collapsed into each other, skin on skin, slick with sweat, breathless and dazed.
Without breaking the embrace, Ramu reached for the switch by the wall and flicked the lights off. The darkness came like a curtain, blanketing their naked bodies in silence.
They lay there, still joined, lips brushing softly, hearts thudding slowly back into rhythm. Occasionally, the train passed a small station—brief lights flickered across the room, catching the sheen of sweat and love on Sakshi’s bare skin—before fading again into peaceful dark.
Ramu had never experienced sex like this. Not in his youth. Not in marriage. Not even in his fantasies.
And wrapped in her arms, in the silence that followed, with her scent still clinging to his breath and his seed still warm inside her, sleep claimed them both—sated, tangled, and blissfully lost in the shadow of their shared sin.
Sensing the tremble in her voice, the need rippling through her like a tide dragging her to sea, Ramu positioned himself at her entrance. The swollen head of his cock nestled against the wet heat of her dripping slit, her folds parting eagerly. He grasped both of her breasts firmly, his fingers sinking into the soft, generous flesh like they belonged there. Her nipples pressed against his palms, hard and hungry.
Before he could even drive into her, Sakshi surged upward with an urgency that defied gravity, thrusting her hips with such force that she swallowed his length into her soaked cunt in one greedy, hungry motion. Her mouth dropped open in a soundless cry.
At that exact moment, a train roared past in the opposite direction. The windows of their coupe trembled as a massive gust of wind screamed by, horn blaring, the rails screaming with metal-on-metal thunder. It was as if the world outside bore witness to their feral union, echoing their madness in steel and noise.
Inside, Sakshi had wrapped her legs tightly around Ramu’s waist, her ankles locking behind his back, holding him prisoner within her heat. Her lips found his, kissing wildly, hungrily, like she could drink the moan from his throat and swallow it whole. When Ramu tried to pull back for a proper thrust, she clung even tighter—so tightly that her body lifted with him, refusing to let go.
"Sakshi baby, unwrap your legs and lift them up!" Ramu gasped, his voice strained from trying to hold himself back, from the sheer, overwhelming pressure of being buried in her so tight, so wet.
“Mmm no... you’ll pull your cock out!” she whined, breath trembling, her pout blooming across his cheek as she locked her ankles tighter, as though her cunt had developed its own will and wouldn't let go. Her eyes sparkled with defiance, gleaming with the mischief of a woman who knew exactly how powerful she had become.
Ramu laughed, throbbing deep inside her. That innocence-turned-ferocity made him love her more, worship her more. "No way I’m pulling out now, baby. I’ve got to wreck that pussy good!"
He leaned in, kissed her full on the mouth—deep, slow, claiming. "But first... promise me you’ll never hold back again."
“Okay, my queen Sakshi... I promise,” she whispered, breathless, her fingers digging into his back.
At last, Sakshi let her legs fall open, bending her knees up high. Her thighs parted, her pussy now glistening, swollen, her clit pulsing visibly. The scent of sex filled the coupe like incense in a shrine. Ramu dipped his head, lowering himself between her legs, and rubbed the rough stubble of his chin across her clit.
"Aaah! Ramu ji!" she gasped, hips jerking, hands flying to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin with a desperation that bordered on need.
He pinched her nipples between his calloused fingers, tugging them, twisting gently. Her moans grew deeper, throatier, primal. As he sucked her lower lip into his mouth, their breaths mingled in a cloud of heat and desire.
She wrapped her arms around him again, clutching him tight, like she needed to anchor herself before she drowned in him.
"Love you, Ramu ji... so much..." she breathed, every syllable soaked in surrender.
"I love you too, Sakshi," he growled into her ear, just before claiming her left breast with his mouth, suckling, nibbling, marking her as his with lips and teeth.
Her pussy was overflowing. Juices streamed out of her like a river, soaking the sheets, marking the moment as sacred. Without waiting a second longer, he drove back into her, his cock sliding deep into her slick heat, their bodies meeting with a wet slap that made both of them moan.
He began slow—torturously slow—dragging himself out, then thrusting back in harder with every stroke. Each collision echoed in the small coupe—the sound of wet flesh, frantic breath, gasping pleasure. The bed creaked beneath them, its metal legs rattling with every deep plunge.
Sakshi met his every thrust with fire. Her hips rolled, bucked, pushed against him like she was dancing, a sensual, filthy rhythm born only in lovers who had lost themselves completely. Her cries grew louder, bolder, rising to a fever pitch that threatened to crack the walls of their cabin.
Then Ramu snapped.
He lost every shred of control. He reared back and slammed into her like a beast unleashed. He gripped her thighs, spread them even wider, his eyes locked on the place where they joined—where his cock disappeared into her soaked cunt again and again. He began pounding her with every ounce of strength in his aging but formidable body.
Skin slapped. The train shook. The world dissolved.
"Crush this pussy good today, Ramu ji! Don’t hold back!"
“Yeah baby… take it… take it all… my Sakshi, my fucking queen!” he growled, adjusting into a brutal position—hands braced against the mattress, feet planted, his whole body hovering above her, his cock buried to the hilt.
Her face contorted in ecstasy, her mouth falling open in a scream too loud to be heard.
"Aaah Ramu ji… you're wild. Fuck my pussy harder... punish it… this pussy keeps tormenting me, making me ache every day. Ruin it for me today, please!"
Ramu delivered. Thrust after thrust, unrelenting. He slammed through the resistance of her walls, coaxing out scream after scream. Her hands flailed, grabbing sheets, grabbing his arms, his neck—anything to hold onto as wave after wave of pleasure smashed through her.
Then, like a tidal wave crashing down, their orgasms hit.
Ramu’s body tensed. His cock pulsed violently as it erupted, thick ropes of cum flooding her. Sakshi’s body arched, every muscle locked, her limbs wrapping around him in perfect synchronicity. She cried out, shaking, trembling as the aftershocks of her climax tore through her.
They collapsed into each other, skin on skin, slick with sweat, breathless and dazed.
Without breaking the embrace, Ramu reached for the switch by the wall and flicked the lights off. The darkness came like a curtain, blanketing their naked bodies in silence.
They lay there, still joined, lips brushing softly, hearts thudding slowly back into rhythm. Occasionally, the train passed a small station—brief lights flickered across the room, catching the sheen of sweat and love on Sakshi’s bare skin—before fading again into peaceful dark.
Ramu had never experienced sex like this. Not in his youth. Not in marriage. Not even in his fantasies.
And wrapped in her arms, in the silence that followed, with her scent still clinging to his breath and his seed still warm inside her, sleep claimed them both—sated, tangled, and blissfully lost in the shadow of their shared sin.
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