19-05-2025, 08:32 PM
His tip tickles me.
Like a whisper.
Like a secret breath.
Not inside me yet.
Just resting.
----------------------------------
Warm.
Bold.
Alive.
A man’s flesh. Not love. Not care.
Just cock.
----------------------------------
I should get up.
I should slap myself.
But my thighs are open.
And I am… ready.
Too ready.
----------------------------------
The tip isn’t forcing.
It’s just there.
Fat. Shiny.
Coated in his precum.
And my juice.
----------------------------------
I feel wetness dripping.
Down my lips.
Between my thighs.
Onto him.
Onto that dark, ugly, dangerous cock.
----------------------------------
I told him not to move.
So he doesn’t.
He’s lying flat.
His arms still.
His face half-covered with my own soaked panty.
----------------------------------
My scent on his nose.
My taste on his tongue.
He’s blind under me.
But I know—
He can feel everything.
----------------------------------
I breathe through my mouth.
Too scared to exhale through my nose.
Because I might moan.
Already.
Without even going in.
----------------------------------
My thighs shake.
But not from fear.
From want.
Desperate, animal want.
But my heart beats like I’m about to jump off a cliff.
----------------------------------
His cock doesn’t twitch.
It just waits.
Like it knows.
Like it’s proud.
It’s not chasing me.
I’m the one folding.
----------------------------------
I bend a little more.
Not much.
Just a drop.
My cunt opens slightly.
And the tip—
It brushes again.
----------------------------------
A small touch.
But it punches through my stomach.
All the way to my chest.
I gasp.
No air comes out.
----------------------------------
This is wrong.
This is filth.
This is a fall I can't return from.
But my pussy is already talking.
Already welcoming.
----------------------------------
I feel my inner lips part.
Not forced.
But stretched.
His precum mixes with mine.
My clit twitches.
----------------------------------
I’m not even inside yet.
But my body’s already acting like it’s fucked.
Sweat slides behind my knee.
Saree clings to my thigh.
My blouse is wet between my breasts.
----------------------------------
I close my eyes.
Then open.
He’s still lying.
Still still.
Not a single move.
He’s letting me do it.
Letting me be the sinner.
----------------------------------
I hate that.
But I love it more.
He’s mine in this moment.
Mine to sit on.
Mine to ruin.
----------------------------------
I bend again.
My knees crack a little.
Water shifts under my feet.
The tank smells like algae, dust, heat.
But my nose is full of only my own scent.
----------------------------------
The cockhead presses firmer now.
Not inside yet.
Just pushing.
Soft, cruel pressure.
Right on my hole.
----------------------------------
My cunt lips give a bit.
And then stop.
It’s too thick.
He’s thicker than Arjun.
Much more than Kartik.
----------------------------------
I know my body.
But this?
This feels like trying to wear a man inside.
Not ride him.
Wear him.
----------------------------------
Pain tingles already.
And I’m not even one inch in.
I bite my lower lip.
Try to breathe.
But it only makes my chest tighter.
----------------------------------
My hand still holding my saree up.
Cloth bunched at my hip.
But my balance is going.
I feel it slipping.
Just like my morals.
----------------------------------
I drop the saree.
Let it fall.
Let it cover me.
Now even the sky can’t see me.
Only he can feel me.
Only I can feel me.
----------------------------------
My cunt is pulsing now.
Begging. Fearing.
The pressure is there—
Right at the entrance.
Like a guest who won't knock.
----------------------------------
I tilt my hips.
Just a little.
Just enough to guide him.
And his cockhead glides forward.
Not in—
But threatening.
----------------------------------
Every nerve in my body wakes up.
My nipples harden under the blouse.
I feel them scratched the wet inner side of the cloth.
My breath catches.
----------------------------------
Then I do it.
Push my hips down.
Not all.
Just a push.
Just a test.
But it hurts.
----------------------------------
Like fire.
Like splitting.
Like a secret being torn open.
I want to stop.
But I push more.
----------------------------------
My thighs press in, then spread wider.
My toes curl.
The cockhead enters a little.
Then stops.
It’s not ready.
Or maybe I’m not.
----------------------------------
I clench my teeth.
Use both hands on my thighs now.
My palms press down.
My elbows lock.
I push again.
----------------------------------
More.
More.
More.
Pain is sharp.
But it’s sweet too.
Because I know what’s waiting deeper.
----------------------------------
I imagine it.
That full length inside me.
That thickness pulling me open.
That shame dripping out of me.
I moan once.
Soft. Almost a breath.
----------------------------------
He doesn’t move.
That makes it hotter.
That makes it filthier.
Because I’m doing this to myself.
With his cock.
----------------------------------
It’s like he’s just a tool.
A big, thick, heavy, wet, helpless tool.
And I’m using him.
For my own itch.
----------------------------------
I feel it now.
That stretch.
Like a mouth trying to swallow too big food.
But it’s not my mouth.
It’s my cunt.
----------------------------------
My hole pulls.
And the tip starts to go in.
One little bump.
One small slide.
And then—stuck again.
----------------------------------
I grunt.
Shameful sound.
Loud in my head.
But my cunt doesn’t care.
It wants more.
----------------------------------
I shift again.
Change angle.
Left thigh moves.
My foot slides in water.
But I hold.
And I push again.
----------------------------------
I feel my lips peeling.
The wet sound.
Like soft meat parting.
And the cockhead—almost there.
Half in.
Burning.
----------------------------------
Tears fill my eyes.
From pain?
Maybe.
But more from heat.
From need.
From knowing this is not love.
But it’s so much more.
----------------------------------
Then I do it.
All of it.
One hard push.
My whole body weight.
And the head—
It goes in.
----------------------------------
My pussy makes a sound.
Not loud.
But deep.
A wet hug.
A fleshy pull.
A welcome.
----------------------------------
The pain explodes.
Not sharp.
But full.
My walls stretch.
My lips tear slightly.
And I scream.
----------------------------------
Not because I regret.
But because I’ve crossed.
There’s no coming back.
His cockhead is inside me.
And I’m not Pavitra anymore.
I’m just… woman.
Open.
Burning.
Used.
And wanting more.
----------------------------------
I hit his chest.
Not a punch.
But a full palm slap.
Loud. Wet. Sharp.
Right on his chestbone.
Because it hurt.
----------------------------------
His cock had entered.
That fat, blunt head.
Inside my soft hole.
My poor cunt.
Stretching, fighting, taking it.
----------------------------------
The burn was still fresh.
It pulsed with my heartbeat.
And that sound—pat!—of my palm hitting him,
Felt like some twisted release.
Pain for pain.
----------------------------------
But he didn’t flinch.
Not even a gasp.
His body stayed still.
Like he was made of wood.
Or stone.
----------------------------------
That made me madder.
I was hurting.
Inside. All over.
But he—
He just lay there.
----------------------------------
I sat there—
On his cock,
Not even halfway in.
My hips shaking.
My body leaning forward.
And him? Still.
----------------------------------
No moan.
No hiss.
Just that blind stillness.
Because my panty was still over his face.
Like a dirty little blindfold.
----------------------------------
I watched it move slightly.
A twitch.
A nudge.
Was he smiling?
My eyes sharpened.
----------------------------------
The pain in my cunt twisted tighter.
As if it heard his silent smile.
Is my ache funny to him?
My body tearing—
And he’s smiling under my panty?
----------------------------------
My lips curled.
Anger rose.
Shame mixed with rage.
I reached forward.
Grabbed the wet cloth from his face.
----------------------------------
Pulled it off.
Rough.
Sticky corner brushed his nose.
I threw it aside—
Somewhere behind me, in the water.
----------------------------------
Now I saw him.
His face.
His damn face.
Eyes half-open.
Mouth not laughing—but smug.
So fucking smug.
----------------------------------
His lips had a curl.
Not full smile.
But enough.
Enough to slap.
----------------------------------
And I did.
Right on his chin.
A sharp thukk.
Not to hurt.
Just to claim.
To show who’s on top.
----------------------------------
He didn’t move.
Didn’t speak.
Didn’t blink.
But now—
He could see me.
----------------------------------
See my face.
My jaw tight.
My eyes wide.
My blouse wet and stuck.
My chest rising heavy.
----------------------------------
He saw the sweat on my forehead and ear.
The fire in my nostrils.
The way my hair clung to my neck.
He saw me.
Pavitra.
On top of him.
In pain.
And moaning.
----------------------------------
But he loved it.
His cock twitched.
I felt it.
Inside me.
A tiny jump.
As if it got excited.
By my anger.
----------------------------------
I gritted my teeth.
Fingers pressed into his chest.
I rocked slightly.
Not to tease.
To adjust.
To survive that thick thing inside me.
----------------------------------
He was still.
So still.
Too still.
It was wrong.
I wanted him to squirm.
To react.
To beg.
----------------------------------
But instead—
His eyes just stared.
Right into me.
As if I was his property now.
I slapped him again.
----------------------------------
This one harder.
More like a punishment.
His skin turned a little red.
But still no flinch.
Just the same thick cock
Pushing deeper into me.
----------------------------------
It wasn’t full yet.
Not even close.
But already—
Four, maybe four-and-a-half inches
Buried inside my tight flesh.
----------------------------------
My pussy fought.
But it also… invited.
It stretched.
Opened.
Sucked.
----------------------------------
Each new inch felt like a new sin.
A new burn.
A new layer of me falling off.
I moaned.
Soft. Open. Desperate.
----------------------------------
I wasn’t acting.
This wasn’t roleplay.
It hurt.
It filled.
It made me ache in places
That never got touched.
----------------------------------
My pussy widened more.
With each tiny push down.
My body shook.
My saree clung.
My knees ached.
----------------------------------
I looked down at where we joined.
Couldn’t see much.
Only red cloth.
Wet thigh skin.
And the feel.
God, the feel.
----------------------------------
His cock inside me
Wasn’t just thick.
It owned space.
It made my walls remember.
----------------------------------
It throbbed.
Like it had its own heartbeat.
I clenched accidentally.
And he twitched back.
----------------------------------
It sent a spasm through me.
From hole to chest.
A ripple of shame and need.
A storm inside my hole.
----------------------------------
Juice poured.
More than I knew I could make.
Slippery. Slick.
Sticky sounds below me.
I moaned again.
----------------------------------
His eyes didn’t move from my face.
And that made me wetter.
That made me want to ride more.
Even if it hurt.
Even if I tore.
----------------------------------
Because his stillness—
It gave me power.
But his gaze—
It took it away.
I was his queen.
And his slut.
In the same breath.
----------------------------------
I felt it now.
The stretch reaching the side walls.
Deep inside.
As if my cunt was learning a new shape.
One shaped like him.
----------------------------------
Wetness leaked from my pussy.
More than I expected.
It didn’t drip—
It poured.
----------------------------------
Onto his cock.
Onto his balls.
Onto the water.
Onto me.
Between my thighs.
Down to my ass.
----------------------------------
The whole tank smelled now.
Of heat.
Of shame.
Of cunt.
Of sweat.
----------------------------------
My pussy—
It was wide now.
Like a mouth.
Panting.
Leaking.
Burning.
Wanting.
----------------------------------
And still not full.
But I couldn’t stop.
Because I’d started it.
And his cock—
It wasn’t done claiming me.
----------------------------------
But for now,
All I knew was this:
My pussy was widening…
And leaking lot of juices.
Like a whisper.
Like a secret breath.
Not inside me yet.
Just resting.
----------------------------------
Warm.
Bold.
Alive.
A man’s flesh. Not love. Not care.
Just cock.
----------------------------------
I should get up.
I should slap myself.
But my thighs are open.
And I am… ready.
Too ready.
----------------------------------
The tip isn’t forcing.
It’s just there.
Fat. Shiny.
Coated in his precum.
And my juice.
----------------------------------
I feel wetness dripping.
Down my lips.
Between my thighs.
Onto him.
Onto that dark, ugly, dangerous cock.
----------------------------------
I told him not to move.
So he doesn’t.
He’s lying flat.
His arms still.
His face half-covered with my own soaked panty.
----------------------------------
My scent on his nose.
My taste on his tongue.
He’s blind under me.
But I know—
He can feel everything.
----------------------------------
I breathe through my mouth.
Too scared to exhale through my nose.
Because I might moan.
Already.
Without even going in.
----------------------------------
My thighs shake.
But not from fear.
From want.
Desperate, animal want.
But my heart beats like I’m about to jump off a cliff.
----------------------------------
His cock doesn’t twitch.
It just waits.
Like it knows.
Like it’s proud.
It’s not chasing me.
I’m the one folding.
----------------------------------
I bend a little more.
Not much.
Just a drop.
My cunt opens slightly.
And the tip—
It brushes again.
----------------------------------
A small touch.
But it punches through my stomach.
All the way to my chest.
I gasp.
No air comes out.
----------------------------------
This is wrong.
This is filth.
This is a fall I can't return from.
But my pussy is already talking.
Already welcoming.
----------------------------------
I feel my inner lips part.
Not forced.
But stretched.
His precum mixes with mine.
My clit twitches.
----------------------------------
I’m not even inside yet.
But my body’s already acting like it’s fucked.
Sweat slides behind my knee.
Saree clings to my thigh.
My blouse is wet between my breasts.
----------------------------------
I close my eyes.
Then open.
He’s still lying.
Still still.
Not a single move.
He’s letting me do it.
Letting me be the sinner.
----------------------------------
I hate that.
But I love it more.
He’s mine in this moment.
Mine to sit on.
Mine to ruin.
----------------------------------
I bend again.
My knees crack a little.
Water shifts under my feet.
The tank smells like algae, dust, heat.
But my nose is full of only my own scent.
----------------------------------
The cockhead presses firmer now.
Not inside yet.
Just pushing.
Soft, cruel pressure.
Right on my hole.
----------------------------------
My cunt lips give a bit.
And then stop.
It’s too thick.
He’s thicker than Arjun.
Much more than Kartik.
----------------------------------
I know my body.
But this?
This feels like trying to wear a man inside.
Not ride him.
Wear him.
----------------------------------
Pain tingles already.
And I’m not even one inch in.
I bite my lower lip.
Try to breathe.
But it only makes my chest tighter.
----------------------------------
My hand still holding my saree up.
Cloth bunched at my hip.
But my balance is going.
I feel it slipping.
Just like my morals.
----------------------------------
I drop the saree.
Let it fall.
Let it cover me.
Now even the sky can’t see me.
Only he can feel me.
Only I can feel me.
----------------------------------
My cunt is pulsing now.
Begging. Fearing.
The pressure is there—
Right at the entrance.
Like a guest who won't knock.
----------------------------------
I tilt my hips.
Just a little.
Just enough to guide him.
And his cockhead glides forward.
Not in—
But threatening.
----------------------------------
Every nerve in my body wakes up.
My nipples harden under the blouse.
I feel them scratched the wet inner side of the cloth.
My breath catches.
----------------------------------
Then I do it.
Push my hips down.
Not all.
Just a push.
Just a test.
But it hurts.
----------------------------------
Like fire.
Like splitting.
Like a secret being torn open.
I want to stop.
But I push more.
----------------------------------
My thighs press in, then spread wider.
My toes curl.
The cockhead enters a little.
Then stops.
It’s not ready.
Or maybe I’m not.
----------------------------------
I clench my teeth.
Use both hands on my thighs now.
My palms press down.
My elbows lock.
I push again.
----------------------------------
More.
More.
More.
Pain is sharp.
But it’s sweet too.
Because I know what’s waiting deeper.
----------------------------------
I imagine it.
That full length inside me.
That thickness pulling me open.
That shame dripping out of me.
I moan once.
Soft. Almost a breath.
----------------------------------
He doesn’t move.
That makes it hotter.
That makes it filthier.
Because I’m doing this to myself.
With his cock.
----------------------------------
It’s like he’s just a tool.
A big, thick, heavy, wet, helpless tool.
And I’m using him.
For my own itch.
----------------------------------
I feel it now.
That stretch.
Like a mouth trying to swallow too big food.
But it’s not my mouth.
It’s my cunt.
----------------------------------
My hole pulls.
And the tip starts to go in.
One little bump.
One small slide.
And then—stuck again.
----------------------------------
I grunt.
Shameful sound.
Loud in my head.
But my cunt doesn’t care.
It wants more.
----------------------------------
I shift again.
Change angle.
Left thigh moves.
My foot slides in water.
But I hold.
And I push again.
----------------------------------
I feel my lips peeling.
The wet sound.
Like soft meat parting.
And the cockhead—almost there.
Half in.
Burning.
----------------------------------
Tears fill my eyes.
From pain?
Maybe.
But more from heat.
From need.
From knowing this is not love.
But it’s so much more.
----------------------------------
Then I do it.
All of it.
One hard push.
My whole body weight.
And the head—
It goes in.
----------------------------------
My pussy makes a sound.
Not loud.
But deep.
A wet hug.
A fleshy pull.
A welcome.
----------------------------------
The pain explodes.
Not sharp.
But full.
My walls stretch.
My lips tear slightly.
And I scream.
----------------------------------
Not because I regret.
But because I’ve crossed.
There’s no coming back.
His cockhead is inside me.
And I’m not Pavitra anymore.
I’m just… woman.
Open.
Burning.
Used.
And wanting more.
----------------------------------
I hit his chest.
Not a punch.
But a full palm slap.
Loud. Wet. Sharp.
Right on his chestbone.
Because it hurt.
----------------------------------
His cock had entered.
That fat, blunt head.
Inside my soft hole.
My poor cunt.
Stretching, fighting, taking it.
----------------------------------
The burn was still fresh.
It pulsed with my heartbeat.
And that sound—pat!—of my palm hitting him,
Felt like some twisted release.
Pain for pain.
----------------------------------
But he didn’t flinch.
Not even a gasp.
His body stayed still.
Like he was made of wood.
Or stone.
----------------------------------
That made me madder.
I was hurting.
Inside. All over.
But he—
He just lay there.
----------------------------------
I sat there—
On his cock,
Not even halfway in.
My hips shaking.
My body leaning forward.
And him? Still.
----------------------------------
No moan.
No hiss.
Just that blind stillness.
Because my panty was still over his face.
Like a dirty little blindfold.
----------------------------------
I watched it move slightly.
A twitch.
A nudge.
Was he smiling?
My eyes sharpened.
----------------------------------
The pain in my cunt twisted tighter.
As if it heard his silent smile.
Is my ache funny to him?
My body tearing—
And he’s smiling under my panty?
----------------------------------
My lips curled.
Anger rose.
Shame mixed with rage.
I reached forward.
Grabbed the wet cloth from his face.
----------------------------------
Pulled it off.
Rough.
Sticky corner brushed his nose.
I threw it aside—
Somewhere behind me, in the water.
----------------------------------
Now I saw him.
His face.
His damn face.
Eyes half-open.
Mouth not laughing—but smug.
So fucking smug.
----------------------------------
His lips had a curl.
Not full smile.
But enough.
Enough to slap.
----------------------------------
And I did.
Right on his chin.
A sharp thukk.
Not to hurt.
Just to claim.
To show who’s on top.
----------------------------------
He didn’t move.
Didn’t speak.
Didn’t blink.
But now—
He could see me.
----------------------------------
See my face.
My jaw tight.
My eyes wide.
My blouse wet and stuck.
My chest rising heavy.
----------------------------------
He saw the sweat on my forehead and ear.
The fire in my nostrils.
The way my hair clung to my neck.
He saw me.
Pavitra.
On top of him.
In pain.
And moaning.
----------------------------------
But he loved it.
His cock twitched.
I felt it.
Inside me.
A tiny jump.
As if it got excited.
By my anger.
----------------------------------
I gritted my teeth.
Fingers pressed into his chest.
I rocked slightly.
Not to tease.
To adjust.
To survive that thick thing inside me.
----------------------------------
He was still.
So still.
Too still.
It was wrong.
I wanted him to squirm.
To react.
To beg.
----------------------------------
But instead—
His eyes just stared.
Right into me.
As if I was his property now.
I slapped him again.
----------------------------------
This one harder.
More like a punishment.
His skin turned a little red.
But still no flinch.
Just the same thick cock
Pushing deeper into me.
----------------------------------
It wasn’t full yet.
Not even close.
But already—
Four, maybe four-and-a-half inches
Buried inside my tight flesh.
----------------------------------
My pussy fought.
But it also… invited.
It stretched.
Opened.
Sucked.
----------------------------------
Each new inch felt like a new sin.
A new burn.
A new layer of me falling off.
I moaned.
Soft. Open. Desperate.
----------------------------------
I wasn’t acting.
This wasn’t roleplay.
It hurt.
It filled.
It made me ache in places
That never got touched.
----------------------------------
My pussy widened more.
With each tiny push down.
My body shook.
My saree clung.
My knees ached.
----------------------------------
I looked down at where we joined.
Couldn’t see much.
Only red cloth.
Wet thigh skin.
And the feel.
God, the feel.
----------------------------------
His cock inside me
Wasn’t just thick.
It owned space.
It made my walls remember.
----------------------------------
It throbbed.
Like it had its own heartbeat.
I clenched accidentally.
And he twitched back.
----------------------------------
It sent a spasm through me.
From hole to chest.
A ripple of shame and need.
A storm inside my hole.
----------------------------------
Juice poured.
More than I knew I could make.
Slippery. Slick.
Sticky sounds below me.
I moaned again.
----------------------------------
His eyes didn’t move from my face.
And that made me wetter.
That made me want to ride more.
Even if it hurt.
Even if I tore.
----------------------------------
Because his stillness—
It gave me power.
But his gaze—
It took it away.
I was his queen.
And his slut.
In the same breath.
----------------------------------
I felt it now.
The stretch reaching the side walls.
Deep inside.
As if my cunt was learning a new shape.
One shaped like him.
----------------------------------
Wetness leaked from my pussy.
More than I expected.
It didn’t drip—
It poured.
----------------------------------
Onto his cock.
Onto his balls.
Onto the water.
Onto me.
Between my thighs.
Down to my ass.
----------------------------------
The whole tank smelled now.
Of heat.
Of shame.
Of cunt.
Of sweat.
----------------------------------
My pussy—
It was wide now.
Like a mouth.
Panting.
Leaking.
Burning.
Wanting.
----------------------------------
And still not full.
But I couldn’t stop.
Because I’d started it.
And his cock—
It wasn’t done claiming me.
----------------------------------
But for now,
All I knew was this:
My pussy was widening…
And leaking lot of juices.
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