30-06-2025, 02:51 PM
Chapter 4 :
Priya’s breath hitched as Divya’s fingers tightened around her wrist, pulling her closer with a force that left no room for resistance. Their eyes locked for a split second—Divya’s gaze burning with a mix of dominance and something darker, something Priya couldn’t quite place. Before she could process it, Divya’s lips crashed into hers, hot and demanding. Priya’s body stiffened at first, but the heat of the kiss melted her defenses, her lips parting instinctively as Divya’s tongue slipped inside, claiming her with a ferocity that sent shivers down her spine.
Gowtham watched from the corner of the room, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. His eyes were dark, filled with a hunger that mirrored the tension in the air. He didn’t move, didn’t speak—just stood there, his gaze flickering between the two women as their bodies pressed together, their hands roaming with a desperate urgency. Divya’s fingers tangled in Priya’s hair, tugging gently but firmly, while Priya’s hands found their way to Divya’s waist, gripping her as if she might slip away.
The sound of their mingled breaths filled the room, heavy and unsteady, as the kiss deepened. Divya’s free hand slid down Priya’s side, tracing the curve of her hip before slipping under the hem of her shirt. Priya gasped into the kiss, her body arching instinctively toward Divya’s touch. The warmth of Divya’s palm against her bare skin sent a jolt of electricity through her, and she felt herself growing wetter by the second.
Gowtham’s voice broke the silence, low and commanding. “Now,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument, “it’s your turn to watch me fuck your mother while you and Divya kiss and touch each other until you both cum hard.”
Priya’s eyes widened, her heart pounding in her chest as she pulled away from Divya just enough to look at him. Her mother was still lying on the bed, her body flushed and glistening with sweat from their earlier encounter. Gowtham’s gaze was fixed on her now, his expression unreadable but his intentions clear. He moved toward the bed with deliberate steps, his hands already working to undo the buttons of his shirt.
Divya’s lips brushed against Priya’s ear, her voice a soft whisper that sent a fresh wave of heat through her. “Don’t stop,” she murmured, her breath warm against Priya’s skin. “Keep going.” Her hands returned to Priya’s body, sliding under her shirt and pushing it up over her head. Priya shivered as the cool air hit her bare skin, but Divya’s touch quickly warmed her again, her fingers tracing slow, teasing circles around her nipples.
Priya’s breath came in short, shallow gasps as Divya’s hands moved lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her skirt. She could feel the wetness pooling between her thighs, her body betraying her even as her mind struggled to process what was happening. Divya’s fingers found her clit, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles that made Priya’s knees buckle. She clung to Divya for support, her nails digging into the other woman’s shoulders as pleasure coursed through her.
On the bed, Gowtham had stripped off his clothes and was now kneeling between Priya’s mother’s legs. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her inner thigh as his hands spread her legs wider. Priya’s mother moaned softly, her back arching off the bed as Gowtham’s tongue found her clit. The sound sent a fresh wave of arousal through Priya, and she turned her head to watch, her breath catching in her throat.
Gowtham’s movements were slow and deliberate, his tongue circling her clit before dipping lower to tease her entrance. Priya’s mother’s hands tangled in his hair, urging him on as her hips rocked against his mouth. The sight of it—her mother so lost in pleasure, so completely at Gowtham’s mercy—was almost too much for Priya to bear. She felt a pang of jealousy mixed with something else, something she couldn’t quite name.
Divya’s fingers continued to work their magic, sliding inside Priya with a practiced ease that made her cry out. The sensation was overwhelming, and Priya’s legs trembled as she felt herself teetering on the edge. Divya’s lips found hers again, swallowing her moans as she added a second finger, curling them just right to hit that spot that made Priya see stars.
On the bed, Gowtham shifted position, lifting Priya’s mother’s hips and positioning himself at her entrance. He pushed inside slowly, his eyes never leaving hers as he filled her completely. Priya’s mother let out a low moan, her nails digging into his shoulders as he began to move, his thrusts deep and steady.
The room was filled with the sounds of their pleasure—the slick slide of skin against skin, the soft gasps and moans that escaped their lips. Priya’s body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with sensation as Divya brought her closer and closer to the edge. She could feel the tension building inside her, coiling tighter and tighter until it finally snapped, sending waves of pleasure crashing over her.
Her orgasm hit her hard, her body convulsing as she cried out, her nails digging into Divya’s skin. Divya held her through it, her fingers still moving inside her as she whispered words of encouragement in her ear. When the waves finally subsided, Priya slumped against her, her body trembling with aftershocks.
On the bed, Gowtham was still moving, his thrusts growing faster and more urgent as he chased his own release. Priya’s mother’s moans grew louder, her body arching off the bed as she reached her own climax. Gowtham followed soon after, his body stiffening as he spilled himself inside her.
For a moment, the room was silent except for the sound of their heavy breathing. Then Gowtham turned to look at Priya and Divya, his eyes dark with desire. “Your turn,” he said, his voice rough with need..................................................................................................................
Priya’s breath hitched as Divya’s fingers tightened around her wrist, pulling her closer with a force that left no room for resistance. Their eyes locked for a split second—Divya’s gaze burning with a mix of dominance and something darker, something Priya couldn’t quite place. Before she could process it, Divya’s lips crashed into hers, hot and demanding. Priya’s body stiffened at first, but the heat of the kiss melted her defenses, her lips parting instinctively as Divya’s tongue slipped inside, claiming her with a ferocity that sent shivers down her spine.
Gowtham watched from the corner of the room, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. His eyes were dark, filled with a hunger that mirrored the tension in the air. He didn’t move, didn’t speak—just stood there, his gaze flickering between the two women as their bodies pressed together, their hands roaming with a desperate urgency. Divya’s fingers tangled in Priya’s hair, tugging gently but firmly, while Priya’s hands found their way to Divya’s waist, gripping her as if she might slip away.
The sound of their mingled breaths filled the room, heavy and unsteady, as the kiss deepened. Divya’s free hand slid down Priya’s side, tracing the curve of her hip before slipping under the hem of her shirt. Priya gasped into the kiss, her body arching instinctively toward Divya’s touch. The warmth of Divya’s palm against her bare skin sent a jolt of electricity through her, and she felt herself growing wetter by the second.
Gowtham’s voice broke the silence, low and commanding. “Now,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument, “it’s your turn to watch me fuck your mother while you and Divya kiss and touch each other until you both cum hard.”
Priya’s eyes widened, her heart pounding in her chest as she pulled away from Divya just enough to look at him. Her mother was still lying on the bed, her body flushed and glistening with sweat from their earlier encounter. Gowtham’s gaze was fixed on her now, his expression unreadable but his intentions clear. He moved toward the bed with deliberate steps, his hands already working to undo the buttons of his shirt.
Divya’s lips brushed against Priya’s ear, her voice a soft whisper that sent a fresh wave of heat through her. “Don’t stop,” she murmured, her breath warm against Priya’s skin. “Keep going.” Her hands returned to Priya’s body, sliding under her shirt and pushing it up over her head. Priya shivered as the cool air hit her bare skin, but Divya’s touch quickly warmed her again, her fingers tracing slow, teasing circles around her nipples.
Priya’s breath came in short, shallow gasps as Divya’s hands moved lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her skirt. She could feel the wetness pooling between her thighs, her body betraying her even as her mind struggled to process what was happening. Divya’s fingers found her clit, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles that made Priya’s knees buckle. She clung to Divya for support, her nails digging into the other woman’s shoulders as pleasure coursed through her.
On the bed, Gowtham had stripped off his clothes and was now kneeling between Priya’s mother’s legs. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her inner thigh as his hands spread her legs wider. Priya’s mother moaned softly, her back arching off the bed as Gowtham’s tongue found her clit. The sound sent a fresh wave of arousal through Priya, and she turned her head to watch, her breath catching in her throat.
Gowtham’s movements were slow and deliberate, his tongue circling her clit before dipping lower to tease her entrance. Priya’s mother’s hands tangled in his hair, urging him on as her hips rocked against his mouth. The sight of it—her mother so lost in pleasure, so completely at Gowtham’s mercy—was almost too much for Priya to bear. She felt a pang of jealousy mixed with something else, something she couldn’t quite name.
Divya’s fingers continued to work their magic, sliding inside Priya with a practiced ease that made her cry out. The sensation was overwhelming, and Priya’s legs trembled as she felt herself teetering on the edge. Divya’s lips found hers again, swallowing her moans as she added a second finger, curling them just right to hit that spot that made Priya see stars.
On the bed, Gowtham shifted position, lifting Priya’s mother’s hips and positioning himself at her entrance. He pushed inside slowly, his eyes never leaving hers as he filled her completely. Priya’s mother let out a low moan, her nails digging into his shoulders as he began to move, his thrusts deep and steady.
The room was filled with the sounds of their pleasure—the slick slide of skin against skin, the soft gasps and moans that escaped their lips. Priya’s body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with sensation as Divya brought her closer and closer to the edge. She could feel the tension building inside her, coiling tighter and tighter until it finally snapped, sending waves of pleasure crashing over her.
Her orgasm hit her hard, her body convulsing as she cried out, her nails digging into Divya’s skin. Divya held her through it, her fingers still moving inside her as she whispered words of encouragement in her ear. When the waves finally subsided, Priya slumped against her, her body trembling with aftershocks.
On the bed, Gowtham was still moving, his thrusts growing faster and more urgent as he chased his own release. Priya’s mother’s moans grew louder, her body arching off the bed as she reached her own climax. Gowtham followed soon after, his body stiffening as he spilled himself inside her.
For a moment, the room was silent except for the sound of their heavy breathing. Then Gowtham turned to look at Priya and Divya, his eyes dark with desire. “Your turn,” he said, his voice rough with need..................................................................................................................
Yours Milky..........
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