27-05-2025, 02:23 PM
He’s feeling my soft body in saree on top of him.
For the first time.
Like a man who dreamed it—
And finally has it.
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Not wild now.
Not dirty.
Just… still.
Quiet heat.
Full skin contact.
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My chest on his chest.
My breasts on his ribs.
My cheek near his neck.
My waist over his belly.
My thighs over his.
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My cunt—
Still wide.
Still soaking.
Still stuffed.
His cock inside.
Not even softened.
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How is it still hard?
How is he still holding?
I just exploded.
Fell.
Leaked.
Screamed.
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And he?
Still quiet.
Still present.
Still deep inside me.
Still thick.
Still calm.
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I can't move.
Not yet.
My body gave everything.
My orgasm wasn’t small.
It was loud.
Wild.
Breaking.
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Now I lie here.
Eyes half closed.
Hair over my face.
Saree clinging to my back.
Blouse wet under breasts.
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I smell sweat.
Mine.
His.
Mixed.
The tank water too.
But mostly—us.
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My pussy still twitching.
Tight pulses.
Slow contractions.
Milking nothing.
Begging for air.
But it still holds his cock.
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He doesn’t speak.
Doesn’t touch.
Doesn’t claim.
Just lets me rest.
Like he knows what he gave.
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My hand is on his chest.
Palm flat.
Fingers tired.
Breathing through my mouth.
Lower lip trembling.
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Suddenly—
I feel it.
Not thrust.
Not grind.
Just… adjustment.
His body.
Subtle movement.
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One leg shifts.
I feel it against mine.
Water ripples again.
Soft waves lick my calves.
His thigh bends slightly upward.
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Then the other leg.
Knees drawing inward.
Not rushed.
Not rough.
Just realigning.
Preparing.
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His hips tilt.
Slight.
But strong.
And I feel my ass lift.
By reflex.
My body moving along with his.
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I gasp.
Not out of fear.
Out of knowing.
He's not done.
I might be resting.
But he’s still full of fire.
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His back arches.
Chest rises.
I rise with it.
My stomach brushes his abs.
My nipples press harder into his skin.
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My cunt clenches.
Still slick.
Still loose from the flood.
But tight enough to feel him.
Still stiff.
Still there.
Still his.
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His hand.
It moves.
First time.
From the water.
Slides up.
Wet fingers.
Up my waist.
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Slowly.
So slowly.
Like testing the heat of a flame.
He doesn’t grab.
Just lifts me a bit.
By the side.
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My upper body stays down.
My breasts slide a little across his skin.
But my hips?
They lift.
My hole?
Pulls slightly up his shaft.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Not out.
Just a stretch.
Just enough for me to feel the shape.
To feel what’s still waiting.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Then he pulls his hips back.
A slow drag.
Not full stroke.
Just a tease.
A warning.
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And then—
He pushes.
One soft thrust.
Straight into my cunt.
Full.
Complete.
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I scream.
No control.
No planning.
“Aaaaah—”
Loud.
Raw.
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My mouth opens wide.
My hand grabs his chest.
My thighs jerk.
My spine bends.
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It’s not pain.
Not like before.
But I wasn’t ready.
My body still recovering.
Still floating from the last wave.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Now this new push?
It shakes everything again.
My hole opens wider.
As if it never closed.
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His cock slides in deep.
Easily now.
My juice helps.
His strength helps.
My surrender helps.
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I don’t lift my head.
Just breathe against his skin.
His neck smells of tank water and sex.
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I feel him exhale.
Into the air.
Not a moan.
Just breath.
Hot. Calm. Male.
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My saree falls over my side.
One pleat sticks to his arm.
My blouse strap loose.
Still no hands on my breasts.
Still no kiss.
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But his cock?
That’s kissing everything inside me.
The thick tip hits deep.
His base rubs my lips.
I gasp again.
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I can’t move.
Still lying.
Still dripping.
But now he’s doing it.
Doing what I did minutes ago.
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Another push.
This time slower.
But firmer.
Full stroke.
My body presses down again.
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He’s starting his round.
After letting me rest.
After letting me explode.
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For him—
This is still first round.
He hasn’t even begun.
But for me?
This is second.
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One I didn’t expect.
One I didn’t ask.
But one I now need.
Already.
Again.
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And his cock?
It knows.
It feels it.
My walls opening again.
My breath catching.
My spine responding.
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His hips roll once.
Then pause.
Then again.
Like learning how I breathe.
Like dancing under me.
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I’m not riding now.
I’m taken.
Even if I lie on top.
Now he’s the one moving.
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And I—
Still leaking.
Still sensitive.
Still ruined from first climax—
Just let it happen.
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Let his hand lift me slightly.
Let his cock dig deeper.
Let his rhythm begin.
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Because I’m still wet.
Still warm.
Still open.
Still trembling.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
He’s started again.
And this time—
It’s not mine.
It’s his.
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But my body?
Already giving in.
Already singing again.
Already hungry.
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Because I can feel it:
He’s started second round for me, for him still first round only.
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He started fucking me.
Real fucking.
Not play.
Not trial.
But slow, hard, real fuck.
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I’m not riding.
I’m not leading.
I’m being taken.
By the cock that stayed inside me.
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My pussy still swollen.
Still leaking.
Still pulsing from my first real orgasm.
But he doesn’t wait.
He moves.
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One thrust.
Slow.
So slow it hurts.
His cock drags along every fold inside.
Every soft place.
Every stretched wall.
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And I scream.
Loud.
Sudden.
"Aaaaahhh…"
A howl ripped from inside my cunt.
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Not fake.
Not shy.
My whole body joins the moan.
Spine arches.
Nipples scratch blouse.
My ass rises with the shock.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
He fucks again.
One more thrust.
Still slow.
Still exact.
Still deliberate.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
And again—
"Uhhh… aah… haan…"
The moans tear out of me.
I can't help.
I can't control.
I don’t want to.
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He lifts my ass slightly.
Not much.
Just enough to position.
To lock my hole right on his cock’s path.
His hips move.
His cock pushes.
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I’m split.
Again.
Again.
The stretch hurts again.
Like it’s new.
Like it’s first time.
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But it’s not pain alone.
It’s fire.
A deep, mad, sacred burn.
His cock—
Hot.
Veined.
Wet.
Real.
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I feel his skin rub mine.
His cock root press my lips.
His balls graze softly under me.
His shaft—
God.
It fills me like I was made for this.
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And still—
He doesn’t rush.
No pounding.
Just rhythm.
Pressure.
Control.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
He fucks me like he owns me.
One slow stroke.
Then pause.
Then another.
My hole twitches.
Welcomes.
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My cunt opens like mouth.
And he feeds it.
Thick meat.
One bite at a time.
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I cry.
Loud.
Sharp.
Cunt crying.
Mouth crying.
Mind crying.
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It’s too much.
Too soon.
I’m still floating from orgasm.
Still leaking.
Still ruined.
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And now he’s digging again.
Digging slow.
Digging deep.
And my body?
It loves it.
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I can’t move.
I’m paralyzed.
But inside?
I’m melting.
Burning.
Twisting.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
My walls stretch for him.
My juice flows for him.
My breath fails for him.
And his cock?
Keeps fucking.
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I bite.
I bite his chest.
Not cute.
Not soft.
Teeth pressed deep.
To silence my own moan.
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But he doesn’t stop.
Doesn’t flinch.
He fucks harder.
Same slow.
But deeper.
More weight.
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I hear slaps.
My ass meeting his thighs.
My soaked cunt making wet music.
“Chukk… chukk… chukk…”
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I grip his body.
Hug him.
Tight.
Fingers slide in tank water.
My palms touch the surface.
But my core stays open.
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He fucks like I’m his hole.
Not woman.
Not housewife.
Just hole.
Just cunt.
Just need.
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And I—
Can’t deny it.
I moan louder.
Cry heavier.
Tears form.
From too much pleasure.
From no control.
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I feel pressure again.
In my hips.
In my belly.
My cunt pulsing.
Not orgasm yet.
But building.
Rising.
Threatening.
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He breathes heavy.
His face near mine.
Still no word.
Only eyes.
Only movement.
Only cock.
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He’s strong.
Too strong.
His thrusts shake my breasts.
Make my nipples rub harder inside blouse.
Make my sweat pour.
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The saree still covers us.
Still hiding everything.
But inside?
Filth.
Raw.
Shameful.
Intimate.
Sacred.
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I feel him watch me.
Watch my face.
Watch my gasps.
My tears.
My moans.
My surrender.
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He fucks like he waited years.
Saved this moment.
Stored every thrust.
Every inch.
For today.
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And I?
I’m breaking again.
My legs tremble.
My hole aches.
My lips part.
My voice cracks.
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He doesn’t care.
He shouldn’t.
Because I gave him this.
I let him in.
I let this beast become my man.
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His rhythm changes slightly.
Faster.
Not fast.
But faster.
And deeper.
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My eyes close.
I can't hold.
Can’t stay proud.
Can’t stay sane.
Only slut remains.
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My cunt clenches.
Holds him.
Tries to stop him.
But he keeps going.
And that resistance?
It makes him grow harder.
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I moan—
“Uhhh… ahh… Prakash… aaaahh…”
Not meaning to call him.
But name slips.
Like cum.
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His hands tighten under my waist.
He fucks upward now.
Hips lifting.
My ass bouncing slightly.
Still held by him.
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I melt into his chest.
My blouse soaked.
My petticoat heavy.
My saree slipping.
But still covering.
Still hiding the holy sin.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
My hands grip his sides.
Fingers dig.
My jaw near his ear.
My moans loud.
Raw.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I can’t act anymore.
Can’t pretend.
This isn’t affair.
This is possession.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
He fucks like man on fire.
But with control.
With skill.
With worship.
With destruction.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
And me?
I let him.
My body says yes.
Even when my mouth says stop.
Even when my soul forgets.
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Every slow thrust pushes air out of me.
Pushes moan out of me.
Pushes guilt deeper.
Pleasure higher.
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I feel it—
His cock getting thicker.
Pulsing more.
Ready to end.
But not yet.
Not now.
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Minutes pass.
But I don’t feel time.
Only pleasure.
Only stretch.
Only cunt swallowing cock.
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He fucks.
I scream.
He grips.
I shiver.
He moves.
I melt.
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And still—
The saree covers all.
Respect outside.
Sin inside.
Shame in heart.
Heaven in hole.
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I keep moaning.
Harder.
Deeper.
Can’t fake anymore.
This is real.
This is filth.
This is mine.
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And his?
His pace grows now.
A little faster.
A little cruel.
A little man.
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Because yes—
Minutes are passing and pleasure is increasing.
For the first time.
Like a man who dreamed it—
And finally has it.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Not wild now.
Not dirty.
Just… still.
Quiet heat.
Full skin contact.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
My chest on his chest.
My breasts on his ribs.
My cheek near his neck.
My waist over his belly.
My thighs over his.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
My cunt—
Still wide.
Still soaking.
Still stuffed.
His cock inside.
Not even softened.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
How is it still hard?
How is he still holding?
I just exploded.
Fell.
Leaked.
Screamed.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
And he?
Still quiet.
Still present.
Still deep inside me.
Still thick.
Still calm.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I can't move.
Not yet.
My body gave everything.
My orgasm wasn’t small.
It was loud.
Wild.
Breaking.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Now I lie here.
Eyes half closed.
Hair over my face.
Saree clinging to my back.
Blouse wet under breasts.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I smell sweat.
Mine.
His.
Mixed.
The tank water too.
But mostly—us.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
My pussy still twitching.
Tight pulses.
Slow contractions.
Milking nothing.
Begging for air.
But it still holds his cock.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
He doesn’t speak.
Doesn’t touch.
Doesn’t claim.
Just lets me rest.
Like he knows what he gave.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
My hand is on his chest.
Palm flat.
Fingers tired.
Breathing through my mouth.
Lower lip trembling.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Suddenly—
I feel it.
Not thrust.
Not grind.
Just… adjustment.
His body.
Subtle movement.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
One leg shifts.
I feel it against mine.
Water ripples again.
Soft waves lick my calves.
His thigh bends slightly upward.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Then the other leg.
Knees drawing inward.
Not rushed.
Not rough.
Just realigning.
Preparing.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
His hips tilt.
Slight.
But strong.
And I feel my ass lift.
By reflex.
My body moving along with his.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I gasp.
Not out of fear.
Out of knowing.
He's not done.
I might be resting.
But he’s still full of fire.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
His back arches.
Chest rises.
I rise with it.
My stomach brushes his abs.
My nipples press harder into his skin.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
My cunt clenches.
Still slick.
Still loose from the flood.
But tight enough to feel him.
Still stiff.
Still there.
Still his.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
His hand.
It moves.
First time.
From the water.
Slides up.
Wet fingers.
Up my waist.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Slowly.
So slowly.
Like testing the heat of a flame.
He doesn’t grab.
Just lifts me a bit.
By the side.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
My upper body stays down.
My breasts slide a little across his skin.
But my hips?
They lift.
My hole?
Pulls slightly up his shaft.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Not out.
Just a stretch.
Just enough for me to feel the shape.
To feel what’s still waiting.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Then he pulls his hips back.
A slow drag.
Not full stroke.
Just a tease.
A warning.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
And then—
He pushes.
One soft thrust.
Straight into my cunt.
Full.
Complete.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I scream.
No control.
No planning.
“Aaaaah—”
Loud.
Raw.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
My mouth opens wide.
My hand grabs his chest.
My thighs jerk.
My spine bends.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
It’s not pain.
Not like before.
But I wasn’t ready.
My body still recovering.
Still floating from the last wave.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Now this new push?
It shakes everything again.
My hole opens wider.
As if it never closed.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
His cock slides in deep.
Easily now.
My juice helps.
His strength helps.
My surrender helps.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I don’t lift my head.
Just breathe against his skin.
His neck smells of tank water and sex.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I feel him exhale.
Into the air.
Not a moan.
Just breath.
Hot. Calm. Male.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
My saree falls over my side.
One pleat sticks to his arm.
My blouse strap loose.
Still no hands on my breasts.
Still no kiss.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
But his cock?
That’s kissing everything inside me.
The thick tip hits deep.
His base rubs my lips.
I gasp again.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I can’t move.
Still lying.
Still dripping.
But now he’s doing it.
Doing what I did minutes ago.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Another push.
This time slower.
But firmer.
Full stroke.
My body presses down again.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
He’s starting his round.
After letting me rest.
After letting me explode.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
For him—
This is still first round.
He hasn’t even begun.
But for me?
This is second.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
One I didn’t expect.
One I didn’t ask.
But one I now need.
Already.
Again.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
And his cock?
It knows.
It feels it.
My walls opening again.
My breath catching.
My spine responding.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
His hips roll once.
Then pause.
Then again.
Like learning how I breathe.
Like dancing under me.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I’m not riding now.
I’m taken.
Even if I lie on top.
Now he’s the one moving.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
And I—
Still leaking.
Still sensitive.
Still ruined from first climax—
Just let it happen.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Let his hand lift me slightly.
Let his cock dig deeper.
Let his rhythm begin.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Because I’m still wet.
Still warm.
Still open.
Still trembling.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
He’s started again.
And this time—
It’s not mine.
It’s his.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
But my body?
Already giving in.
Already singing again.
Already hungry.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Because I can feel it:
He’s started second round for me, for him still first round only.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
He started fucking me.
Real fucking.
Not play.
Not trial.
But slow, hard, real fuck.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I’m not riding.
I’m not leading.
I’m being taken.
By the cock that stayed inside me.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
My pussy still swollen.
Still leaking.
Still pulsing from my first real orgasm.
But he doesn’t wait.
He moves.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
One thrust.
Slow.
So slow it hurts.
His cock drags along every fold inside.
Every soft place.
Every stretched wall.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
And I scream.
Loud.
Sudden.
"Aaaaahhh…"
A howl ripped from inside my cunt.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Not fake.
Not shy.
My whole body joins the moan.
Spine arches.
Nipples scratch blouse.
My ass rises with the shock.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
He fucks again.
One more thrust.
Still slow.
Still exact.
Still deliberate.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
And again—
"Uhhh… aah… haan…"
The moans tear out of me.
I can't help.
I can't control.
I don’t want to.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
He lifts my ass slightly.
Not much.
Just enough to position.
To lock my hole right on his cock’s path.
His hips move.
His cock pushes.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I’m split.
Again.
Again.
The stretch hurts again.
Like it’s new.
Like it’s first time.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
But it’s not pain alone.
It’s fire.
A deep, mad, sacred burn.
His cock—
Hot.
Veined.
Wet.
Real.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I feel his skin rub mine.
His cock root press my lips.
His balls graze softly under me.
His shaft—
God.
It fills me like I was made for this.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
And still—
He doesn’t rush.
No pounding.
Just rhythm.
Pressure.
Control.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
He fucks me like he owns me.
One slow stroke.
Then pause.
Then another.
My hole twitches.
Welcomes.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
My cunt opens like mouth.
And he feeds it.
Thick meat.
One bite at a time.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I cry.
Loud.
Sharp.
Cunt crying.
Mouth crying.
Mind crying.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
It’s too much.
Too soon.
I’m still floating from orgasm.
Still leaking.
Still ruined.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
And now he’s digging again.
Digging slow.
Digging deep.
And my body?
It loves it.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I can’t move.
I’m paralyzed.
But inside?
I’m melting.
Burning.
Twisting.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
My walls stretch for him.
My juice flows for him.
My breath fails for him.
And his cock?
Keeps fucking.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I bite.
I bite his chest.
Not cute.
Not soft.
Teeth pressed deep.
To silence my own moan.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
But he doesn’t stop.
Doesn’t flinch.
He fucks harder.
Same slow.
But deeper.
More weight.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I hear slaps.
My ass meeting his thighs.
My soaked cunt making wet music.
“Chukk… chukk… chukk…”
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I grip his body.
Hug him.
Tight.
Fingers slide in tank water.
My palms touch the surface.
But my core stays open.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
He fucks like I’m his hole.
Not woman.
Not housewife.
Just hole.
Just cunt.
Just need.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
And I—
Can’t deny it.
I moan louder.
Cry heavier.
Tears form.
From too much pleasure.
From no control.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I feel pressure again.
In my hips.
In my belly.
My cunt pulsing.
Not orgasm yet.
But building.
Rising.
Threatening.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
He breathes heavy.
His face near mine.
Still no word.
Only eyes.
Only movement.
Only cock.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
He’s strong.
Too strong.
His thrusts shake my breasts.
Make my nipples rub harder inside blouse.
Make my sweat pour.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The saree still covers us.
Still hiding everything.
But inside?
Filth.
Raw.
Shameful.
Intimate.
Sacred.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I feel him watch me.
Watch my face.
Watch my gasps.
My tears.
My moans.
My surrender.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
He fucks like he waited years.
Saved this moment.
Stored every thrust.
Every inch.
For today.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
And I?
I’m breaking again.
My legs tremble.
My hole aches.
My lips part.
My voice cracks.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
He doesn’t care.
He shouldn’t.
Because I gave him this.
I let him in.
I let this beast become my man.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
His rhythm changes slightly.
Faster.
Not fast.
But faster.
And deeper.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
My eyes close.
I can't hold.
Can’t stay proud.
Can’t stay sane.
Only slut remains.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
My cunt clenches.
Holds him.
Tries to stop him.
But he keeps going.
And that resistance?
It makes him grow harder.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I moan—
“Uhhh… ahh… Prakash… aaaahh…”
Not meaning to call him.
But name slips.
Like cum.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
His hands tighten under my waist.
He fucks upward now.
Hips lifting.
My ass bouncing slightly.
Still held by him.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I melt into his chest.
My blouse soaked.
My petticoat heavy.
My saree slipping.
But still covering.
Still hiding the holy sin.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
My hands grip his sides.
Fingers dig.
My jaw near his ear.
My moans loud.
Raw.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I can’t act anymore.
Can’t pretend.
This isn’t affair.
This is possession.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
He fucks like man on fire.
But with control.
With skill.
With worship.
With destruction.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
And me?
I let him.
My body says yes.
Even when my mouth says stop.
Even when my soul forgets.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Every slow thrust pushes air out of me.
Pushes moan out of me.
Pushes guilt deeper.
Pleasure higher.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I feel it—
His cock getting thicker.
Pulsing more.
Ready to end.
But not yet.
Not now.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Minutes pass.
But I don’t feel time.
Only pleasure.
Only stretch.
Only cunt swallowing cock.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
He fucks.
I scream.
He grips.
I shiver.
He moves.
I melt.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
And still—
The saree covers all.
Respect outside.
Sin inside.
Shame in heart.
Heaven in hole.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I keep moaning.
Harder.
Deeper.
Can’t fake anymore.
This is real.
This is filth.
This is mine.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
And his?
His pace grows now.
A little faster.
A little cruel.
A little man.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Because yes—
Minutes are passing and pleasure is increasing.
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