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Episode 117 & 118:
His lips touched softly.
Not wide.
Not biting.
Just one gentle press.
Warm. Slow.
Right over my nipple.
Right on that tight, sensitive peak — the centre of my bare right breast.
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And that one touch…
That single second…
My body jolted.
Like spark.
Like wire touching wet finger.
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My back arched slightly — not big. Just that small curl, spine lifting from inside.
“Aaaah…”
It came out by itself.
That long, helpless moan.
Not a scream.
Not a shout.
Just one stretched-out sound full of shock and heat.
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My thigh muscles clenched tight.
Not from pain.
Just from the sudden pull.
The tension that rushed up my legs and sat in my chest.
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My hand behind his head almost gripped too hard.
But I stopped.
Loosened.
Let it stay.
“Anna…” I whispered.
Half-panting.
Half-scared.
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He didn’t answer.
Didn’t speak.
Didn’t laugh.
Just stayed there.
Lips still warm. Still on me.
Still pressing.
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Then…
He started tasting.
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Mouth moving slow.
No fast sucking.
Just little licks. Little pulls.
Tiny movements — lips nudging, tongue brushing.
A small swipe across the nipple.
Wet. Warm.
And my whole breast reacted.
The skin pulled tighter.
The nipple rose harder.
My stomach dropped.
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I turned my head fast.
Eyes toward the curtain.
Breath stuck in throat.
Radhika.
Still on call.
Her voice came clear, sharp.
“I’m telling you, ma… don't listen to him…”
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She was walking again.
I could hear it.
But still outside.
Still on the other side of glass.
Still safe.
For now.
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I let out the breath I’d been holding.
Long.
Quiet.
Then I looked down.
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Raj’s lips were moving.
Gently.
Each time they closed more.
Now they were pulling — softly.
My nipple was going inside, little by little.
His mouth made it feel rounder, harder, wetter.
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“Anna… no eyes,” I said sharply.
I saw his forehead tilt slightly.
Like he wanted to peek.
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He gave a small laugh — right against my skin.
“I didn’t open.”
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“You were trying,” I whispered, scolding.
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“I can’t help…” he murmured. His mouth never left me.
“Dessert is so good.”
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“Keep closed,” I said again.
Firm.
My hand stayed over his head.
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“Okay… okay…” he said.
His voice muffled now.
His lips still gently working.
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“Don’t cheat,” I added, voice low.
One last warning.
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“I won’t,” he whispered. “Cross heart.”
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Then his head shifted.
He adjusted.
Opened his mouth just a little more.
And this time…
He took my nipple fully in.
Not just the tip.
Deeper.
All the way in.
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“Aaaah…” I moaned again.
Softer.
Bent slightly forward now — my chest pushing into his mouth.
One hand gripping his shoulder.
Not gently.
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His other hand moved behind me.
From my back…
To my ass.
The full palm now cupping the curve.
Through the saree.
Not too rough.
But full.
Whole.
Fingers spread wide.
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One squeeze.
Not hard.
But deep.
Like he wanted to feel the weight of it.
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I gasped.
Straight from throat.
My ass tensed once in his hand.
Then settled.
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His other hand moved too.
Came from his lap…
Around my waist.
Gently.
Palm gliding over my saree pleats.
Then brushing under the pallu — near the knot.
Right above my navel.
Where skin was bare under blouse.
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“Aaaahhh….” I whispered.
But it wasn’t warning.
Not this time.
It came out breathy.
Soft.
Helpless.
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His lips were sucking deeper now.
Drawing my nipple further in.
His tongue circling.
Slow.
Wet.
Warm.
Licking like it was fruit.
Like it was sweet.
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I could hear it.
The sounds.
That small, sticky wetness.
His mouth closing, opening.
Like sipping slow.
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My fingers tightened again.
Digging slightly into his shoulder.
Not meaning to.
But couldn’t help.
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And then…
I felt it.
Below.
Fully now.
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His cock.
Pressed.
Hard.
Risen fully.
Not moving.
But heavy.
Long.
Firm under me.
It pushed up through the fabric.
Right under the bottom curve of my ass.
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It pulsed once.
Then again.
That slow, thick throb.
Like a heartbeat with weight.
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But I didn’t say anything.
Didn’t shift.
Didn’t run.
I stayed.
On his lap.
One breast bare.
One mouth full.
One body in heat.
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My knees still folded beside him.
Saree covering what it had to.
But nothing could cover what was happening now.
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And still…
I kept one ear turned.
Toward the curtain.
Toward the voice.
Still floating.
Still sharp.
But distant.
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Most of me…
Was in his mouth.
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He sucked deeper.
This time pulling just a little more.
A sound came from me.
“Aaahhh…”
A whimper.
Not loud.
Not strong.
Just one small, guilty moan.
But real.
Fully real.
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His mouth moved slower now.
Not lazy.
Not weak.
Just careful.
Like he was taking time.
Taking time with the rasgulla.
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My breast sat heavy in his mouth.
Wet.
The nipple fully inside now — being pulled gently, circled slowly, sucked softly.
And every time he did…
Every single lick…
My whole body changed shape.
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My spine curved.
Bent forward more.
My knees squeezed tighter.
One on either side of his lap — now gripping.
Clinging.
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“Ahhh… anna…”
The sound came from deep in my throat.
But it didn’t feel like my own voice.
It felt like something else was talking through me.
Raw.
Bare.
Not loud.
But full.
Like steam escaping from inside.
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My mouth kept parting.
Even when no words came.
Only soft, hot air.
Just air.
Whispers.
Moans.
Each one breaking on my tongue whenever his mouth moved.
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He kept licking.
Soft. Slow.
That slow tongue circle — wet and wide.
Then a small pull.
Then a firmer suck.
Then again.
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My right nipple was soaked now.
I could feel the saliva cooling slightly.
But it didn’t stay cool.
Because his tongue came again.
Warmer.
Firmer.
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Every wet sound echoed.
In my ear.
In my chest.
In my cunt.
Like one drumbeat.
Inside me.
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And underneath…
Below my ass…
The pressure was rising.
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His cock.
No more soft.
No more sleeping.
Now stiff.
Hard.
Pointed.
Pushing.
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It poked upward through his pant — long and straight — and hit directly into the softest part of me.
That spot where my ass curved down and touched thigh.
That small cushion of skin.
He was pressing there.
Not grinding.
Just there.
Heavy.
Unavoidable.
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My saree couldn’t hide it.
My petticoat couldn’t stop it.
I felt everything.
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And inside…
I was leaking.
My cunt.
Wet.
Dripping slowly.
I could feel the cotton of my inner panty stick to me.
Hot.
Sticky.
Almost sliding inside.
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The more he sucked…
The more I leaked.
My thighs stayed pressed.
But they couldn’t stop that wetness.
It was coming now.
Full and messy.
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I didn’t know what to do.
Where to keep my hands.
One hand still gripping his shoulder.
Fingers tense.
The other hand was lost in pleats — somewhere on my thigh — clutching saree folds like it would help me hold back.
But nothing helped.
Nothing slowed it down.
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He kept going.
That mouth.
That hand.
The one behind me now squeezing my ass again.
Not gently this time.
Deeper.
Fingers digging softly into flesh.
Like he wanted to feel how thick.
How soft.
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His other hand wrapped around my waist.
Moving slow.
The fingertips brushed my belly.
Then the blouse cloth.
Then stopped just above my knot.
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“Aaaaah… stop,” I whispered suddenly.
My voice cracked.
Half-pant.
Half-sob.
Half-lost.
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He didn’t stop.
He just smiled.
That mouth smiled around my nipple.
Then sucked deeper.
Pulled more.
My breast stretched slightly toward his face.
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I bent forward.
My chest moving in big waves now.
Up. Down.
My blouse edge almost slipping again.
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Then I felt it.
A shift.
His head tilted.
His mouth released.
A soft pop sound came.
My nipple left his lips.
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Cold hit me.
Not fan air.
Just absence.
That nipple — wet and tingling — now hanging bare again.
Shining slightly.
Tight and pink.
Alive.
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But he didn’t stop.
He turned his face.
Slowly.
Toward my left side.
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The other breast.
Still hidden.
Still held in blouse and bra.
Still untouched.
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His lips came near.
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“Anna—no!”
I gasped.
Pulled his head back fast.
My palm holding him still.
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His eyes opened.
Half.
Blinking.
Searching.
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He looked down.
At my blouse.
Still neat on that side.
Still holding.
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“Only one?” he asked.
Voice teasing.
Playful.
But deep.
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“Yes.”
Firm.
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“One rasgulla?”
“Hmm.”
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He pouted softly.
“But I’m still hungry.”
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My body was on fire.
But I still said — “No, anna. Enough.”
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He nudged closer.
His nose near my chest.
“The other side is full,” he said.
“Let it be,” I said. “No means no.”
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“Just one more…” he whispered.
“Even that one also want to feel me.”
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I bit my lip.
My cunt clenched.
But I shook head.
Firm.
“No. One is enough.”
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He smiled.
Eyes dropped again to my chest.
“You’re keeping extra sweets… not giving.”
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“This is not sweet stall,” I said.
Half laughing.
Half moaning.
Breathless.
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“I’m still hungry,” he whispered again.
“I didn’t even bite.”
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“Then good,” I said.
Sharp.
Soft.
“Just taste. That’s all.”
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He leaned up more.
I felt his breath on my collar.
He came close to my neck.
“Let me open it,” he murmured.
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I caught his hand.
Fast.
“No, anna.”
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His hand stopped.
Then dropped back.
To my hip.
To my saree.
To his place.
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He didn’t force.
He didn’t beg.
He sat still.
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His cock still pressing.
My ass still warm.
My blouse still damp.
His mouth now resting soft on my shoulder.
Not moving.
Just… there.
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But his lips didn’t ask again.
Because I didn’t give.
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The second rasgulla…
I kept.
Not yet.
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His mouth had just left my right breast.
It was wet.
Not dripping.
But that sticky wetness from tongue and lips.
The skin was shining.
My nipple was soft… tingling… tight from all that sucking.
Now, in the open air, it felt cold.
Too cold.
His lips had made it hot before.
Now the fan made it shiver.
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But I didn’t cover.
I didn’t hide.
I just sat there.
On his lap.
Feet folded up. Knees bent.
One on each side of him.
His legs under me.
His chest against mine.
My hands resting.
One on his shoulder. One on his head.
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And below…
That cock.
Still there.
Still pressing.
Not moving, not rubbing — but strong.
Heavy.
Firm.
Like it was just remembering me from that water tank night.
Like it was waiting for permission again.
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I didn’t speak.
I didn’t move.
Just sat.
Blouse loose. Bra folded.
One breast hanging free.
One still held tight.
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He tilted his head slightly.
Eyes still closed.
Face calm.
“Only one, ah?” he said, like he was asking price in a shop.
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“You already had one full,” I whispered.
My fingers rubbed the wet nipple.
Gently.
Almost like I was wiping.
But not fully wiping.
Just… soothing.
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“One is not full,” he said. “It’s only half.”
“Half?”
“You ate it for so long, anna.”
He smiled, soft. “Two rasgulla always come as pair, no? If you eat one, second one feels bad.”
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That made me laugh.
Suddenly.
It came out fast, like air bursting from nose.
“What logic is this, anna?”
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“Equality,” he said. “I’m fair.”
“No bias, ah?”
“Both sides should get same chance.”
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“You had full feast on right side,” I said. “Left side didn’t even see daylight.”
He smiled wider now. “Exactly. You understood.”
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“Anna… you’re becoming very something these days…”
“What something?”
I bit my lip. “Don’t know.”
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“Pavi…”
“Hmm?”
“You didn’t say no.”
“To what?”
“To second rasgulla.”
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I looked sideways.
The curtain was still closed.
Radhika's voice was floating — soft now.
“Just tell him not to involve…”
Nothing urgent.
Just calm talk.
Still outside.
Still safe.
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“You’re asking like I’m shopkeeper,” I said, looking at him.
“You asked me what I want, no?” he said. “I answered.”
“You finished already.”
“I didn’t bite,” he said. “Didn’t even taste properly.”
“Only smell and sip?”
He nodded. “Sip. Lick. Tease. But not full bite.”
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“You want full meal now?” I teased.
“Not meal. Just fair share.”
“If rasgulla is offered, I must give properly, ah?”
He nodded, serious. “Exactly.”
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I looked down at myself.
One breast out.
Other one still inside.
Chest burning.
Neck sweating.
Even my back was hot — inside blouse.
Too hot.
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Between my thighs…
The leaking had returned.
More now.
Sticky.
Heavy.
My underwear damp and clinging.
I felt it when I moved slightly on his lap.
The slick heat pulling my lips apart.
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“Close your eyes,” I said softly.
“They’re already closed,” he said.
“No opening now.”
“I didn’t open.”
“Not even by mistake.”
“Promise.”
“You won’t peek?”
“I won’t.”
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I looked again.
He was still.
Not faking.
Not peeking.
Just waiting.
Like he could already feel it coming.
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I reached behind my back.
My fingers slid under the bra.
The strap was sweaty.
Sticky.
The other cup still holding my left breast tight.
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I pushed slowly.
Lifted the fabric.
The tight curve came free.
My left breast fell into place — full, soft, untouched.
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Now both were out.
Both nipples tight.
Both hanging gently in air.
The blouse still holding at the top hook only.
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His eyes were closed.
But his smile changed.
A little wider.
Like he could smell me.
Feel me.
Feel the shift in heat.
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“Don’t move,” I whispered.
“I’m not.”
“Don’t open.”
“I won’t.”
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I leaned forward.
Slowly.
Both breasts swinging gently.
The air touched both nipples now.
Cool breeze from fan.
Sharp feeling.
Too sharp.
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My hands came back.
Wrapped behind his head.
Held him softly.
Not force.
Just guiding.
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His lips moved — soft, searching.
They knew where to go.
Like they could smell.
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And then…
They touched.
My second breast.
The left one.
Warm lips meeting new skin.
Fresh rasgulla.
Untouched.
Ready.
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His lips came soft.
Warm.
Like before.
No rush. No bite.
Just one gentle touch — right over the tight tip of my second breast.
Left side.
Still untouched until now.
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He didn’t press hard.
He just let his breath sit there first.
Hot air.
Steady.
Then slowly…
His mouth opened.
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And the tip disappeared.
Inside.
Into his mouth.
That soft sucking started again.
Not greedy.
Not strong.
Just slow.
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And I…
I couldn’t hold it.
“Ahhhh…”
It came out.
A proper moan.
My lips parted.
My throat opened.
And my whole chest bent forward.
Arms tightening around his neck.
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Not a scream.
But not soft either.
That sound had weight.
It filled the air.
Enough to travel.
Maybe past the curtain.
Maybe to her.
Radhika.
Still in the balcony.
Still on call.
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I panicked.
Turned quickly.
Neck twisting toward the glass.
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She was still talking.
Voice calm now.
Low.
A laugh came through.
Some silly family story.
Nothing serious.
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I closed my eyes once.
“Please don’t come…”
Just that in my head.
“Please. Stay there.”
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But Raj…
He didn’t stop.
He didn’t even pause.
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His mouth stayed busy.
Lips moving slowly.
Sucking.
Licking.
His tongue circled again — soft round swipes.
His lips pulled gently.
Then relaxed.
Then pulled again.
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Every second…
My body changed.
My spine shook.
Heat flooded down from chest… to navel… to thighs…
Then lower.
Deeper.
Into my cunt.
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It throbbed.
Not small.
That slow, deep throb.
Wanting.
Waiting.
Leaking.
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Nobody had touched me like this.
Not even Kartik.
Not in bed.
Not during sex.
Nobody had tasted me like sweet.
With patience.
With care.
Like I was fruit.
Holy.
Offered.
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He moaned once.
Not loud.
Just a soft hum.
“Mmm…”
Like appreciation.
Like lips saying “thank you.”
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“Anna…” I whispered.
Voice shaking.
He didn’t reply.
His mouth was full.
His lips still tugging.
Slow.
Wet.
Soft.
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I shifted.
My right knee slipped a little.
Leg bent more.
Knee touched his thigh.
My thighs squeezed tighter around his lap.
Trying to stay still.
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That’s when I felt it.
His cock.
Again.
It had risen more.
Stronger now.
It poked upward.
Right between my folds.
Not inside.
But close.
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From inside his pants.
Through my saree.
Through petticoat.
Through innerwear.
But still…
It touched.
The shape.
The pressure.
The thickness.
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I didn’t move away.
Not even one inch.
I stayed there.
Sat on him.
My cunt soaking the cloth layers.
My nipple in his mouth.
His lips still moving.
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Then his hand moved.
The one on my waist.
Slow fingers.
Climbing upward.
Along my ribs.
Over the blouse edge.
Past the knot.
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I tensed.
Shoulders stiff.
But I didn’t stop him.
Didn’t slap.
Didn’t scold.
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His hand reached.
The other breast.
The first one.
Right side.
Already wet.
Already licked.
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Now his lips were working on the left.
And his hand…
Was on the right.
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He didn’t squeeze.
Not yet.
Just held.
His palm spread gently.
Fingers covering the curve.
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“Anna…” I whispered.
Voice thin.
“Hmm?”
He didn’t stop licking.
Didn’t lift his head.
“Balancing,” he said, lips moving over skin. “One rasgulla in mouth. One in hand.”
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I let out a shaky breath.
“Too much,” I whispered.
“Ayyyo…”
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He smiled.
Didn’t stop.
His thumb moved.
Pressed softly over the tip.
Other fingers kneaded around the lower curve.
He worked slow.
Like cooking.
Turn. Press. Lift.
Again.
Again.
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It was like dough.
Soft.
Warm.
Thick.
My breast gave way under his hand.
Then filled up again when he released.
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My head tilted back slightly.
I didn’t mean to.
But I couldn’t sit straight anymore.
My body was bending toward him.
Like it wanted more.
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His cock kept pulsing.
Under me.
I felt it clearly now.
Each second.
Throb.
Press.
Throb.
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But my legs didn’t move.
Didn’t pull back.
Didn’t stop him.
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And I didn’t say “enough.”
Not even once.
Because I didn’t want to.
Not now.
Not yet.
His lips touched softly.
Not wide.
Not biting.
Just one gentle press.
Warm. Slow.
Right over my nipple.
Right on that tight, sensitive peak — the centre of my bare right breast.
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And that one touch…
That single second…
My body jolted.
Like spark.
Like wire touching wet finger.
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My back arched slightly — not big. Just that small curl, spine lifting from inside.
“Aaaah…”
It came out by itself.
That long, helpless moan.
Not a scream.
Not a shout.
Just one stretched-out sound full of shock and heat.
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My thigh muscles clenched tight.
Not from pain.
Just from the sudden pull.
The tension that rushed up my legs and sat in my chest.
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My hand behind his head almost gripped too hard.
But I stopped.
Loosened.
Let it stay.
“Anna…” I whispered.
Half-panting.
Half-scared.
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He didn’t answer.
Didn’t speak.
Didn’t laugh.
Just stayed there.
Lips still warm. Still on me.
Still pressing.
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Then…
He started tasting.
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Mouth moving slow.
No fast sucking.
Just little licks. Little pulls.
Tiny movements — lips nudging, tongue brushing.
A small swipe across the nipple.
Wet. Warm.
And my whole breast reacted.
The skin pulled tighter.
The nipple rose harder.
My stomach dropped.
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I turned my head fast.
Eyes toward the curtain.
Breath stuck in throat.
Radhika.
Still on call.
Her voice came clear, sharp.
“I’m telling you, ma… don't listen to him…”
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She was walking again.
I could hear it.
But still outside.
Still on the other side of glass.
Still safe.
For now.
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I let out the breath I’d been holding.
Long.
Quiet.
Then I looked down.
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Raj’s lips were moving.
Gently.
Each time they closed more.
Now they were pulling — softly.
My nipple was going inside, little by little.
His mouth made it feel rounder, harder, wetter.
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“Anna… no eyes,” I said sharply.
I saw his forehead tilt slightly.
Like he wanted to peek.
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He gave a small laugh — right against my skin.
“I didn’t open.”
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“You were trying,” I whispered, scolding.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“I can’t help…” he murmured. His mouth never left me.
“Dessert is so good.”
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“Keep closed,” I said again.
Firm.
My hand stayed over his head.
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“Okay… okay…” he said.
His voice muffled now.
His lips still gently working.
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“Don’t cheat,” I added, voice low.
One last warning.
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“I won’t,” he whispered. “Cross heart.”
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Then his head shifted.
He adjusted.
Opened his mouth just a little more.
And this time…
He took my nipple fully in.
Not just the tip.
Deeper.
All the way in.
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“Aaaah…” I moaned again.
Softer.
Bent slightly forward now — my chest pushing into his mouth.
One hand gripping his shoulder.
Not gently.
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His other hand moved behind me.
From my back…
To my ass.
The full palm now cupping the curve.
Through the saree.
Not too rough.
But full.
Whole.
Fingers spread wide.
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One squeeze.
Not hard.
But deep.
Like he wanted to feel the weight of it.
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I gasped.
Straight from throat.
My ass tensed once in his hand.
Then settled.
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His other hand moved too.
Came from his lap…
Around my waist.
Gently.
Palm gliding over my saree pleats.
Then brushing under the pallu — near the knot.
Right above my navel.
Where skin was bare under blouse.
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“Aaaahhh….” I whispered.
But it wasn’t warning.
Not this time.
It came out breathy.
Soft.
Helpless.
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His lips were sucking deeper now.
Drawing my nipple further in.
His tongue circling.
Slow.
Wet.
Warm.
Licking like it was fruit.
Like it was sweet.
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I could hear it.
The sounds.
That small, sticky wetness.
His mouth closing, opening.
Like sipping slow.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My fingers tightened again.
Digging slightly into his shoulder.
Not meaning to.
But couldn’t help.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And then…
I felt it.
Below.
Fully now.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His cock.
Pressed.
Hard.
Risen fully.
Not moving.
But heavy.
Long.
Firm under me.
It pushed up through the fabric.
Right under the bottom curve of my ass.
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It pulsed once.
Then again.
That slow, thick throb.
Like a heartbeat with weight.
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But I didn’t say anything.
Didn’t shift.
Didn’t run.
I stayed.
On his lap.
One breast bare.
One mouth full.
One body in heat.
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My knees still folded beside him.
Saree covering what it had to.
But nothing could cover what was happening now.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And still…
I kept one ear turned.
Toward the curtain.
Toward the voice.
Still floating.
Still sharp.
But distant.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Most of me…
Was in his mouth.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He sucked deeper.
This time pulling just a little more.
A sound came from me.
“Aaahhh…”
A whimper.
Not loud.
Not strong.
Just one small, guilty moan.
But real.
Fully real.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His mouth moved slower now.
Not lazy.
Not weak.
Just careful.
Like he was taking time.
Taking time with the rasgulla.
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My breast sat heavy in his mouth.
Wet.
The nipple fully inside now — being pulled gently, circled slowly, sucked softly.
And every time he did…
Every single lick…
My whole body changed shape.
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My spine curved.
Bent forward more.
My knees squeezed tighter.
One on either side of his lap — now gripping.
Clinging.
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“Ahhh… anna…”
The sound came from deep in my throat.
But it didn’t feel like my own voice.
It felt like something else was talking through me.
Raw.
Bare.
Not loud.
But full.
Like steam escaping from inside.
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My mouth kept parting.
Even when no words came.
Only soft, hot air.
Just air.
Whispers.
Moans.
Each one breaking on my tongue whenever his mouth moved.
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He kept licking.
Soft. Slow.
That slow tongue circle — wet and wide.
Then a small pull.
Then a firmer suck.
Then again.
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My right nipple was soaked now.
I could feel the saliva cooling slightly.
But it didn’t stay cool.
Because his tongue came again.
Warmer.
Firmer.
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Every wet sound echoed.
In my ear.
In my chest.
In my cunt.
Like one drumbeat.
Inside me.
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And underneath…
Below my ass…
The pressure was rising.
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His cock.
No more soft.
No more sleeping.
Now stiff.
Hard.
Pointed.
Pushing.
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It poked upward through his pant — long and straight — and hit directly into the softest part of me.
That spot where my ass curved down and touched thigh.
That small cushion of skin.
He was pressing there.
Not grinding.
Just there.
Heavy.
Unavoidable.
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My saree couldn’t hide it.
My petticoat couldn’t stop it.
I felt everything.
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And inside…
I was leaking.
My cunt.
Wet.
Dripping slowly.
I could feel the cotton of my inner panty stick to me.
Hot.
Sticky.
Almost sliding inside.
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The more he sucked…
The more I leaked.
My thighs stayed pressed.
But they couldn’t stop that wetness.
It was coming now.
Full and messy.
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I didn’t know what to do.
Where to keep my hands.
One hand still gripping his shoulder.
Fingers tense.
The other hand was lost in pleats — somewhere on my thigh — clutching saree folds like it would help me hold back.
But nothing helped.
Nothing slowed it down.
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He kept going.
That mouth.
That hand.
The one behind me now squeezing my ass again.
Not gently this time.
Deeper.
Fingers digging softly into flesh.
Like he wanted to feel how thick.
How soft.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His other hand wrapped around my waist.
Moving slow.
The fingertips brushed my belly.
Then the blouse cloth.
Then stopped just above my knot.
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“Aaaaah… stop,” I whispered suddenly.
My voice cracked.
Half-pant.
Half-sob.
Half-lost.
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He didn’t stop.
He just smiled.
That mouth smiled around my nipple.
Then sucked deeper.
Pulled more.
My breast stretched slightly toward his face.
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I bent forward.
My chest moving in big waves now.
Up. Down.
My blouse edge almost slipping again.
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Then I felt it.
A shift.
His head tilted.
His mouth released.
A soft pop sound came.
My nipple left his lips.
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Cold hit me.
Not fan air.
Just absence.
That nipple — wet and tingling — now hanging bare again.
Shining slightly.
Tight and pink.
Alive.
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But he didn’t stop.
He turned his face.
Slowly.
Toward my left side.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The other breast.
Still hidden.
Still held in blouse and bra.
Still untouched.
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His lips came near.
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“Anna—no!”
I gasped.
Pulled his head back fast.
My palm holding him still.
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His eyes opened.
Half.
Blinking.
Searching.
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He looked down.
At my blouse.
Still neat on that side.
Still holding.
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“Only one?” he asked.
Voice teasing.
Playful.
But deep.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Yes.”
Firm.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“One rasgulla?”
“Hmm.”
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He pouted softly.
“But I’m still hungry.”
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My body was on fire.
But I still said — “No, anna. Enough.”
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He nudged closer.
His nose near my chest.
“The other side is full,” he said.
“Let it be,” I said. “No means no.”
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“Just one more…” he whispered.
“Even that one also want to feel me.”
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I bit my lip.
My cunt clenched.
But I shook head.
Firm.
“No. One is enough.”
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He smiled.
Eyes dropped again to my chest.
“You’re keeping extra sweets… not giving.”
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“This is not sweet stall,” I said.
Half laughing.
Half moaning.
Breathless.
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“I’m still hungry,” he whispered again.
“I didn’t even bite.”
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“Then good,” I said.
Sharp.
Soft.
“Just taste. That’s all.”
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He leaned up more.
I felt his breath on my collar.
He came close to my neck.
“Let me open it,” he murmured.
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I caught his hand.
Fast.
“No, anna.”
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His hand stopped.
Then dropped back.
To my hip.
To my saree.
To his place.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He didn’t force.
He didn’t beg.
He sat still.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His cock still pressing.
My ass still warm.
My blouse still damp.
His mouth now resting soft on my shoulder.
Not moving.
Just… there.
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But his lips didn’t ask again.
Because I didn’t give.
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The second rasgulla…
I kept.
Not yet.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His mouth had just left my right breast.
It was wet.
Not dripping.
But that sticky wetness from tongue and lips.
The skin was shining.
My nipple was soft… tingling… tight from all that sucking.
Now, in the open air, it felt cold.
Too cold.
His lips had made it hot before.
Now the fan made it shiver.
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But I didn’t cover.
I didn’t hide.
I just sat there.
On his lap.
Feet folded up. Knees bent.
One on each side of him.
His legs under me.
His chest against mine.
My hands resting.
One on his shoulder. One on his head.
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And below…
That cock.
Still there.
Still pressing.
Not moving, not rubbing — but strong.
Heavy.
Firm.
Like it was just remembering me from that water tank night.
Like it was waiting for permission again.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I didn’t speak.
I didn’t move.
Just sat.
Blouse loose. Bra folded.
One breast hanging free.
One still held tight.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He tilted his head slightly.
Eyes still closed.
Face calm.
“Only one, ah?” he said, like he was asking price in a shop.
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“You already had one full,” I whispered.
My fingers rubbed the wet nipple.
Gently.
Almost like I was wiping.
But not fully wiping.
Just… soothing.
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“One is not full,” he said. “It’s only half.”
“Half?”
“You ate it for so long, anna.”
He smiled, soft. “Two rasgulla always come as pair, no? If you eat one, second one feels bad.”
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That made me laugh.
Suddenly.
It came out fast, like air bursting from nose.
“What logic is this, anna?”
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Equality,” he said. “I’m fair.”
“No bias, ah?”
“Both sides should get same chance.”
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“You had full feast on right side,” I said. “Left side didn’t even see daylight.”
He smiled wider now. “Exactly. You understood.”
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Anna… you’re becoming very something these days…”
“What something?”
I bit my lip. “Don’t know.”
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“Pavi…”
“Hmm?”
“You didn’t say no.”
“To what?”
“To second rasgulla.”
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I looked sideways.
The curtain was still closed.
Radhika's voice was floating — soft now.
“Just tell him not to involve…”
Nothing urgent.
Just calm talk.
Still outside.
Still safe.
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“You’re asking like I’m shopkeeper,” I said, looking at him.
“You asked me what I want, no?” he said. “I answered.”
“You finished already.”
“I didn’t bite,” he said. “Didn’t even taste properly.”
“Only smell and sip?”
He nodded. “Sip. Lick. Tease. But not full bite.”
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“You want full meal now?” I teased.
“Not meal. Just fair share.”
“If rasgulla is offered, I must give properly, ah?”
He nodded, serious. “Exactly.”
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I looked down at myself.
One breast out.
Other one still inside.
Chest burning.
Neck sweating.
Even my back was hot — inside blouse.
Too hot.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Between my thighs…
The leaking had returned.
More now.
Sticky.
Heavy.
My underwear damp and clinging.
I felt it when I moved slightly on his lap.
The slick heat pulling my lips apart.
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“Close your eyes,” I said softly.
“They’re already closed,” he said.
“No opening now.”
“I didn’t open.”
“Not even by mistake.”
“Promise.”
“You won’t peek?”
“I won’t.”
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I looked again.
He was still.
Not faking.
Not peeking.
Just waiting.
Like he could already feel it coming.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I reached behind my back.
My fingers slid under the bra.
The strap was sweaty.
Sticky.
The other cup still holding my left breast tight.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I pushed slowly.
Lifted the fabric.
The tight curve came free.
My left breast fell into place — full, soft, untouched.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Now both were out.
Both nipples tight.
Both hanging gently in air.
The blouse still holding at the top hook only.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His eyes were closed.
But his smile changed.
A little wider.
Like he could smell me.
Feel me.
Feel the shift in heat.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Don’t move,” I whispered.
“I’m not.”
“Don’t open.”
“I won’t.”
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I leaned forward.
Slowly.
Both breasts swinging gently.
The air touched both nipples now.
Cool breeze from fan.
Sharp feeling.
Too sharp.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My hands came back.
Wrapped behind his head.
Held him softly.
Not force.
Just guiding.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His lips moved — soft, searching.
They knew where to go.
Like they could smell.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And then…
They touched.
My second breast.
The left one.
Warm lips meeting new skin.
Fresh rasgulla.
Untouched.
Ready.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His lips came soft.
Warm.
Like before.
No rush. No bite.
Just one gentle touch — right over the tight tip of my second breast.
Left side.
Still untouched until now.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He didn’t press hard.
He just let his breath sit there first.
Hot air.
Steady.
Then slowly…
His mouth opened.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And the tip disappeared.
Inside.
Into his mouth.
That soft sucking started again.
Not greedy.
Not strong.
Just slow.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And I…
I couldn’t hold it.
“Ahhhh…”
It came out.
A proper moan.
My lips parted.
My throat opened.
And my whole chest bent forward.
Arms tightening around his neck.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Not a scream.
But not soft either.
That sound had weight.
It filled the air.
Enough to travel.
Maybe past the curtain.
Maybe to her.
Radhika.
Still in the balcony.
Still on call.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I panicked.
Turned quickly.
Neck twisting toward the glass.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
She was still talking.
Voice calm now.
Low.
A laugh came through.
Some silly family story.
Nothing serious.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I closed my eyes once.
“Please don’t come…”
Just that in my head.
“Please. Stay there.”
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
But Raj…
He didn’t stop.
He didn’t even pause.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His mouth stayed busy.
Lips moving slowly.
Sucking.
Licking.
His tongue circled again — soft round swipes.
His lips pulled gently.
Then relaxed.
Then pulled again.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Every second…
My body changed.
My spine shook.
Heat flooded down from chest… to navel… to thighs…
Then lower.
Deeper.
Into my cunt.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
It throbbed.
Not small.
That slow, deep throb.
Wanting.
Waiting.
Leaking.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Nobody had touched me like this.
Not even Kartik.
Not in bed.
Not during sex.
Nobody had tasted me like sweet.
With patience.
With care.
Like I was fruit.
Holy.
Offered.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He moaned once.
Not loud.
Just a soft hum.
“Mmm…”
Like appreciation.
Like lips saying “thank you.”
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Anna…” I whispered.
Voice shaking.
He didn’t reply.
His mouth was full.
His lips still tugging.
Slow.
Wet.
Soft.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I shifted.
My right knee slipped a little.
Leg bent more.
Knee touched his thigh.
My thighs squeezed tighter around his lap.
Trying to stay still.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
That’s when I felt it.
His cock.
Again.
It had risen more.
Stronger now.
It poked upward.
Right between my folds.
Not inside.
But close.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
From inside his pants.
Through my saree.
Through petticoat.
Through innerwear.
But still…
It touched.
The shape.
The pressure.
The thickness.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I didn’t move away.
Not even one inch.
I stayed there.
Sat on him.
My cunt soaking the cloth layers.
My nipple in his mouth.
His lips still moving.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Then his hand moved.
The one on my waist.
Slow fingers.
Climbing upward.
Along my ribs.
Over the blouse edge.
Past the knot.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I tensed.
Shoulders stiff.
But I didn’t stop him.
Didn’t slap.
Didn’t scold.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His hand reached.
The other breast.
The first one.
Right side.
Already wet.
Already licked.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Now his lips were working on the left.
And his hand…
Was on the right.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He didn’t squeeze.
Not yet.
Just held.
His palm spread gently.
Fingers covering the curve.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Anna…” I whispered.
Voice thin.
“Hmm?”
He didn’t stop licking.
Didn’t lift his head.
“Balancing,” he said, lips moving over skin. “One rasgulla in mouth. One in hand.”
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I let out a shaky breath.
“Too much,” I whispered.
“Ayyyo…”
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He smiled.
Didn’t stop.
His thumb moved.
Pressed softly over the tip.
Other fingers kneaded around the lower curve.
He worked slow.
Like cooking.
Turn. Press. Lift.
Again.
Again.
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It was like dough.
Soft.
Warm.
Thick.
My breast gave way under his hand.
Then filled up again when he released.
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My head tilted back slightly.
I didn’t mean to.
But I couldn’t sit straight anymore.
My body was bending toward him.
Like it wanted more.
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His cock kept pulsing.
Under me.
I felt it clearly now.
Each second.
Throb.
Press.
Throb.
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But my legs didn’t move.
Didn’t pull back.
Didn’t stop him.
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And I didn’t say “enough.”
Not even once.
Because I didn’t want to.
Not now.
Not yet.
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