Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

He fell onto her left side, his hands instinctively shielding his face. She, in turn, covered her cheeks with her hands once more, a blush as deep as hibiscus flowers staining her skin. 

He pulled her into a tight embrace, and she closed her eyes, surrendering to the moment.

He kissed her cheek, a soft brush of lips that made her heart flutter. "You look so cute when you're shy," he whispered, his voice a low rumble.

She turned her face away, a playful gesture of defiance. "Oh, that's enough," she said, her voice a hushed melody. "Go to sleep now."

Slowly, he moved her nightgown's collar down the back of her neck and kissed the soft skin between her shoulder blades. She tightened her grip on his right hand, a silent plea for more.

His left hand found its way up the back of her nightgown, his touch a trail of fire that left her breathless. He squeezed her left buttock, and a soft moan escaped her lips. "Mmm, no," she whispered, her words lost in the heat of the moment.

Suddenly, he grabbed her butt and turned her towards him. She curled her legs, a silent invitation, and looked at him, her eyes wide with a mixture of desire and surprise. As he put his hand inside the nightgown and stroked her thighs, she grabbed his hand, stopping him in his tracks.

He moved closer, burying his face in her neck, inhaling her scent, and bit her throat, a playful nip that sent shivers down her spine. "Ha... you puppy," she said, her voice a breathless whisper.

As Geeta was lost in the moment, he touched her sensitive labia with his finger again, a single touch that sent a jolt of pleasure through her body. "Ah..." she cried out, her body arching towards his.

Geeta's intense discharge of honey began once more, a river of desire that flowed from deep within her. He lifted her nightgown up to her waist, his eyes devouring her beauty, and pushed her right thigh to the side. 

She watched it all, her mind a hazy fog of pleasure.

He touched he clitories, with his fingertip. Geeta's body was filled with waves of lust, and she groaned, biting her lips to keep from crying out.

He started moving his finger up and down there. She pushed her waist forward a little more to accommodate him, a silent plea for more. 

As Bharat knelt and looked at her vanilla thighs, touching her slick petals, she saw his hard-on inside his shorts, swollen and erect.

"Mmm..., take off your shorts," she said, her voice a low growl of desire. 

He immediately pulled down his shorts with his other hand, and his hard cock sprang out, a testament to his own desire.

 Unable to control her lust, Geeta grabbed it, her fingers wrapping around its heat. The precum was sticky, a promise of what was to come.

Shivering at her touch, he said, "Ah, Miss," and stopped his finger on her. 

Geeta couldn't handle that pause. Her labia were calling out from deep within, a silent scream for release.

She immediately let go of his shaft and joined her hand with Bharat's. 

She intertwined her index finger with his and, unable to decide whether to stop, let go, tell him off, or scold him, she surrendered to the pleasure her body and womanhood craved, and she pressed his finger on her vulva. Bharat's fingerprints rubbed against the deep walls of her labia.

"Oh..." she cried out loudly and sighed, her body a tempest of pleasure.

As Bharat moved his finger to suit Geeta, he leaned forward, and his hard-on on her right buttock felt as hot as her burning lotus, a searing heat that promised to consume her. 

Craving its touch, she let go of Bharat's hand and grabbed his hot rod again, her hands a testament to her desire.

Bharat's movements with his small, innocent finger on her pussy weren't enough for her. 

She let go of him, then grabbed it again. 

Her hands weren't listening to her. 

What Bharat was doing wasn't enough.

His small fingers weren't doing it. 

She needed something else, something strong that would attack and crush her vaginal walls. Something that would satisfy her deep desire. 

He was being crushed in her hand.

Unable to bear it, unable to stop, Geeta's voice was a whisper of pure desire. "Ah, inside raa.. put finger inside…."

Obeying his teacher, he thrust his finger between her two labia, a single movement that plunged her into a torrent of pleasure. She swayed like a dove caught in the branches, her body a canvas of sensation.

"Ah, aah…yes..." she moaned, her voice a melody of pure bliss.

She started squeezing and pumping Bharat's red meat, her hands a rhythm of desire. 

He couldn't bear it.

"Miss, slowly..." he gasped, his voice a breathless plea.

He pressed his finger on her clitoris, a single touch that sent her floating in the clouds of her pleasure, shivering her thighs.

This was the second time she had an orgasm today. 

It had never happened with Gautam.

He gave Geeta time to breathe, to savor the moment.

"Come here..." she said, pulling Bharat onto her and kissing his lips, her body a testament to her desire. 

He brought his hand up and showed her the honey, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

With a mischievous smile, Geeta: "No." 

He licked her fingers, a playful gesture that made her heart race.

"Dirty fellow," she whispered, her voice a playful scold.

He leaned in and kissed her lips, his tongue a dance of passion. As Geeta kissed him, she let her right hand go down and grabbed Bharat's cock. Bharat lustfully bit her lower lip and grabbed her right boob.

"I can't believe it, ra."

"Me neither. Mmm... Is it good?"

"Mm," she moaned, her body a testament to her pleasure.

He kissed her neck, a trail of fire that left her breathless. She hugged him and stood up, gently stroking Bharat's penis up and down with her fingers. He pushed his waist up and groaned, "S... Miss."

On the other side of them, in the mirror, Geeta saw herself. In the mirror, she saw her hands on Bharat's cock. She was caught in an illusion.

The reflection of Geeta in the mirror bent down and put his dick in her mouth. In it, Bharat bent his leg up. In the mirror, Geeta was moving her head up and down, sucking him lustfully.

Just then, Bharat grabbed her cheek, and she recovered from her illusion. She wondered why she had that thought.

"Miss..."

They both looked deeply into each other's eyes, a silent conversation of desire. Geeta's one hand wasn't enough. She wanted the warmth of his manhood completely. She started squeezing it with both hands.

"Miss, give me a kiss."

Geeta was surprised. "Uh-huh..." she shook her head no.

He laughed, Bharat: "It's okay."

The head of Bharat's penis was full of blood and glowing red. 

Her hands below it were crushing the burning skin, and it all aroused the desire within her. 

Bharat's penis was throbbing, and its veins were protruding, radiating heat onto her handprints.

"You know how good it feels, Miss? Your hands are so soft."

As she listened to those words, the desire in Geeta intensified. Her lips were dry. She licked them to moisten them.

"Just one kiss, Miss..." he asked again, unable to contain himself.

Looking at him lustfully, Geeta: "You want it?"

She stepped beyond surrender.

When she asked if he wanted it, Bharat's eyes lit up.

"Really?"

She hid her face shyly, bent down, and put her face in front of his manhood. 

Bharat's heart stopped; he was frozen, thinking it was all a dream. 

Geeta moistened and bit her rosy lips, looking at his rose-colored glans. 

Seeing that look, excitement trembled within Bharat. He began to swell.

Stammering, nervously, shyly, she closed her eyes and pushed her face forward, gently pressing her rose petals on his buds. 

The taste of precum touched her lips, then the heat of his penis touched her mouth, and then, unable to control himself, Bharat sprayed his thick sperm load like a Holi pistol, splattering it on her eyes, nose, forehead, and lips.

Bharat opened his eyes and looked at her face, which got painted with his semen. Frightened by the mistake he had made. 

Geeta suddenly felt disgusted, got up, covered her mouth and nose, and ran for the washbasin.

"Miss, I'm sorry, it just happened," he said, running after her. 

Geeta, at the washbasin, splashed water on her face, washed it, and, disgusted, turned back and angrily slapped Bharat on the cheek.

He hugged her tightly right away. She calmed down.

"I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose."

"I know, but you should've been careful, ra. On my face, chee.

She pulled back and, holding Geeta's face, 

Bharat: "How did it feel?" he laughed.

Disgusted but laughing, she hit his chest and hugged him.

"Ugh, stupid. Yuck... dirty fellow."

"Hahaha..."

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