16-08-2025, 01:39 AM
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That knock on the door late at night felt threatening.
Lakshmi’s body stiffened. Reaching one hand behind her, she patted Sethji’s thigh, him riding her from behind.
“Hey… stop… looks like Raghu is here,” she murmured.
Sethji, lost in the waves of pleasure radiating from her tight, silky pussy, barely registered her words. He kept ramming into her, coiling her long braid one more time around his fist. Lakshmi had to lift herself slightly, transferring her weight from elbows to palms on the floor for support.
“Aaahh, Sethji… my god… we have to stop,” she whispered, panic trembling in her voice. “Don’t you hear? Raghu is at the door!”
“I don’t fucking care. Will that problem kid ever let us enjoy anything? He always spoils it. Good for nothing but this,” Sethji muttered, his gaze hungrily tracing the sweat glistening on her slender neck and the skin of her back revealed through the slits in her blouse.
He leaned forward, letting his tongue splash over her creamy back visible through the teasing blouse.
“Aaaah… uhh… don’t be a fool, Sethji. I’ll take him in. Won’t even take two minutes,” she urged.
Another series of knocks rattled the door.
“He can wait. And you better enjoy this with me. Don’t think about the world,” Sethji hissed. His thighs kept fluttering against her soft ass cheeks, now glistening with sweat.
“Aaah, wait… Aaahh… Sethji! We have the whole night. He’ll keep banging until I let him in. Do you want him to wake my husband and ruin everything?” she argued, breathless.
Sethji groaned, torn between desire and reason. He wanted nothing more than to continue enjoying her warmth around his sliding cock and release inside her delicate cunt, but he had no choice. With a reluctant jerk, he backed out, letting out a wet, frustrated sound—puckkkkk…—like the fizz of a soda bottle. He collapsed beside her, sighing in disappointment.
Lakshmi quickly stood, hastily wrapping her saree, creased and disheveled from Sethji’s rough handling.
“Sorry…” she sighed, unable to look him in the eyes. His cock still stood rigid, pulsating like a hissing serpent.
She rushed to the outer room and opened the door.
“Hihihi… Maa… were you sleeping?” Raghu stood there, his usual vacant, goofy expression spread across his face.
Lakshmi’s face turned red, partly from lingering desire, partly from sudden irritation at her interrupted game with Sethji. She crouched down slightly to meet Raghu’s eyes.
“Raghu… is this the time to be home? Didn’t I tell you to get back quickly and not test my patience?” she said sharply, masking the panic in her voice.
“Maa… I’m thirsty… can I have water?” Raghu asked, tilting his head innocently.
“I’ll get it… but then straight to bed! No talking, understood?” Lakshmi muttered, her patience thinning.
Raghu gave a foolish smile at her and followed her, dragging his feet across the floor, carelessly. “And… food? Can I have some biscuits?” he added, his voice sweet but irritating in that moment of urgency.
Raghu!” Lakshmi snapped, completely annoyed now. “You’re up too late. Just go to bed after this, okay?” She stopped him at the door—she had to. Sethji was sleeping inside, and she couldn’t let Raghu step in, not at any cost.
Her mind raced. Every second of the delay increased the risk of discovery. She grabbed a small glass of water from the kitchen and a single lollipop she had hidden for emergencies. She hurried through the kitchen, her heart pounding—what if he stepped into the room and saw Sethji lying there completely nude?
“Here, take this and dismiss,” she said, handing him the water glass and slipping the lollipop into his pocket.
Raghu’s curious eyes darted around the room. And then… he froze.
“Maa… whose jacket is this?” he asked, pointing to an oversized, unfamiliar jacket hanging neatly on the wall.
Lakshmi’s heart skipped a beat. That jacket belonged to Sethji, and she knew she had to get Raghu to the bed, fast.
“Raghu! Stop looking at things that don’t belong to you!” she hissed sharply, grabbing his hand and steering him toward the bed she had prepared for him in the adjacent room.
“But… Maa…” Raghu whined softly, resisting.
“No buts! Go to bed right now!” Her voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. She tucked him in quickly, still feeling the heat of panic pressing against her chest.
As Raghu finally lay down, drowsy but still suspicious, Lakshmi exhaled, her hands trembling slightly—from the lingering fear that Sethji might be discovered. She locked Raghu's room from outside, ensuring the night she had planned wouldn’t be disturbed any further.
Now she was ready again, mentally preparing to return to the man waiting for her. Her desire hadn’t faded—it had only grown stronger after the brief, frantic interruption.
Lakshmi entered the room, quietly closed the door behind her and took a deep, silent breath. She leaned against the closed door and felt excited again—not only from desire but from the adrenaline of having narrowly avoided the revelation.
Sethji was already awake, waiting, his eyes dark with hunger the moment he caught sight of her. He smiled wickedly at her.
“Finally…” he murmured, his voice low, dripping with anticipation. “Did that little troublemaker give you a hard time, my queen?”
Lakshmi shook her head, though a sly smile tugged at her lips. “Just a bit… but he’s finally in bed. You won’t hear a sound now.” She walked to him with the grace of a beautiful deer.
Sethji’s hands reached for her instantly, tracing the curves of her waist and hips. “You came back to me… I knew you wouldn’t resist for long,” he whispered, pulling her down on the mat where he was lying.
Lakshmi shivered, leaning onto him as he captured her lips in a possessive, hungry kiss. Every nerve of her body ignited with the feel of rough hungry lips meeting hers and, at the sound of his low, approving growl in her mouth.
“I was thinking about you the whole time, Sethji,” she admitted softly, breaking the kiss, her hands wandering over his broad shoulders. “Even when I was dealing with Raghu.”
“Mm… that naughty little boy…” he chuckled darkly, his fingers tangling in her hair. “But it only made me want you more. Every second apart… made me hungrier. I knew that eventually, his beautiful mother would come to me alone.”
Lakshmi’s breath caught as his hands slid under the thin fabric of her saree, caressing her thighs, teasing her warmth. She pressed closer, arching into him, the forbidden danger of the night had surpassed, and had only fueled their desire.
“I promise… this time, we won’t be interrupted,” she murmured, locking eyes with him. “No one will come between us. Just you… and me…” This flattery was mostly to pamper Sethji’s mood, which she feared might have been spoiled by the trouble caused by her son.
Sethji grinned, his hands roaming boldly, and lowered his lips to her neck. “Yes, my queen… only two of us… not only for tonight… for eternity…” His voice was rough, possessive, and dripping with lust, sending shivers through her spine.
Their world had now shrunk to just the two of them—at most the mattress beneath them and the blanket scattered at their feet. Everything else—her child, her husband, the village—faded into irrelevance. Only this desire, this night full of anticipated pleasure existed.
Lakshmi, trembling with anticipation, slowly slid off Sethji, onto the mattress beside him, ready to resume where they had been so abruptly interrupted. Her body was craving for Sethji’s manly touch, to feel womanly again, to surrender herself to him… again.
But Sethji had something else in mind.
Sethji’s eyes darkened and he started shaking his hard, thick manhood. “My clever queen…” he whispered, his voice low and rough. “You’ve handled that little rascal perfectly… You deserve a reward.”
Lakshmi’s pulse raced. She knew that was going to be some kinky demand, and a shiver of excitement ran through her. She moved closer, darting up on her left elbow and looking at him. Her hands brushed lightly over his thighs as she noticed him enjoying self-pleasure. She whispered, “What reward, my lord?”
“Suck me, sweety...” Sethji murmured, his free hand tangling in her hair strands. “After you’ve been so clever… such a good girl… you know what to do.”
She kept mum… for almost a minute… her hand kept brushing against his bare thigh.
She knew how much Sethji enjoyed the feel of her sloppy mouth and delicate lips wrapped around his messy cock. In fact, he had been the one to introduce her to the act of giving blowjobs. She had never truly enjoyed them, and rarely ever initiated—but she had never once disappointed Sethji in this.
“Come on, honey… I agree it’s not a reward that’s yours alone, but I gave you similar pleasure not long ago—don’t I deserve this lovely return? And think about it—this is a treat for you, your own lollipop… one that never runs out, unlike the one you gave that troublesome kid of yours.”
Her lips curved in a sly, teasing smile as she bent over his abdomen, opening her mouth just enough to draw him into her, while her fingers massaged the base of his hard cock. He groaned, sitting up slightly and leaning back against the bolster, his eyes locked on her with a mix of hunger and appreciation.
“Ah… that’s it… just like that…” he panted, running a hand through her hair as she took him deeper. “You’re mine, Lakshmi… my clever, beautiful queen…”
She hummed around him, occasionally pulling back to gasp, teasing him, whispering, “Is this enough, Sethji… or do you want more?”
“More… always more with you,” he groaned, gripping her head lightly but firmly. “Every second, you please me… and I need you more… yes, yes… just like that, don’t stop…”
She obliged, alternating between soft hums and deep, teasing motions, taking him into her mouth slowly, deliberately. His precum lingered on her tongue, while the dark skin of his cock robbed her delicate lips of their purity. He continued talking, praising her beauty, the way she served him, the thrill of the night.
“Your mouth… my queen… such a treasure…” he groaned, thrusting slightly in rhythm with her movements. “You’ve handled Raghu perfectly, and now… you’re giving me what I deserve… yes, yes… that’s my clever goddess…”
Lakshmi’s own body throbbed at his moans and whispered praises. Every word from him fanned her arousal, every small motion of her lips and tongue sent waves through him.
“You’re mine tonight,” Sethji hissed between groans, “and no one else exists… only you… only this…”
Lakshmi nodded around him, gasping softly. Her mouth worked skillfully, teasing him with soft, wet hums as she took his manhood deep into her throat, occasionally pulling back just enough to let him gasp and groan. Sethji’s hands tangled in her hair, holding her in place, his body trembling with barely restrained need.
“You’re driving me mad, rani… my naughty queen…” he hissed, his hips pressing slightly into her face. “The way you take care of everything… Raghu, the house… and now me… you’re perfect. My perfect little goddess.”
She hummed with him still in her mouth, letting the vibrations travel straight to his cock, making him shiver. Every small noise from adjacent rooms (like for example Raghu licking his lollipop) sent a rush of fear and thrill through her, making her movements even more deliberate, teasing, and controlled.
Sethji’s breathing grew ragged. “Ah… you… you’re amazing… such a clever, naughty little girl… just for me… yes… yes… right there… mmph…”
Lakshmi paused for a moment, letting her lips glide over the tip, looking up at him with eyes full of playful apology. “Is this enough, Sethji… or should I do more?” she whispered, letting her fingers rub circles at the base of his shaft. Her hot breaths hit more viciously on his sensitive cockhead, firm and round like a medium onion.
“More… always more…” he groaned. “You’re mine… mine tonight… you’ve pleased me so well… let me feel every drop… yes… right there…”
Encouraged, and secretly proud of her skill in something didn’t even enjoy, Lakshmi resumed, swirling her tongue skillfully, taking him deeper, her fingers working in perfect rhythm. Sethji’s moans became louder, huskier, his body shaking, each thrust sending shivers through him.
“Ah… ah… Rani… I… I can’t hold…” he gasped. “So skillful… so perfect… my clever, naughty queen…”
Lakshmi’s own breathing grew faster, her hands and lips working in tandem. She could feel him tightening, ready to explode. She looked at him, eyes so wide it seemed they might pop out.
Sethji’s hands gripped her head firmly as he let out a long, guttural groan, his cock pulsing in her mouth, flooding her with the reward he had planned for her… thick, warm streams of potent semen. Lakshmi swallowed and sucked skillfully, guiding every drop, her body trembling with the heat of the dynamics between the duo.
Afterward, she leaned back slightly, breathing heavily, her lips glistening, while Sethji collapsed back against the bolster, his eyes dark with satisfaction and desire.
“You… you’ve earned your reward, my clever queen,” he whispered, laying back on the mattress, chest rising and falling with heavy, satisfied breaths, his eyes still fixed on Lakshmi.
Lakshmi smiled faintly, her pulse still racing, her body tingling from the forbidden intensity.
“You… my bimbo queen… my goddess…” he murmured, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along her arms. “I have been with countless ladies over my life.... No one… no one has ever given me this… this pleasure… the way you do… every inch of you… every touch… every movement… it drives me mad.”
Sethji laid back on the mattress, chest rising and falling with heavy, satisfied breaths, his eyes still fixed on Lakshmi. The satisfaction from the oral indulgence had left him momentarily sated, but his dark gaze still burned with need.
“You… my clever queen… my goddess…” he murmured, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along her arms. “No one… no one has ever given me this… this pleasure… the way you do… every inch of you… every touch… every movement… it drives me mad.”
Lakshmi blushed, savoring his praise. She leaned close, brushing her lips softly against his forehead, whispering, “I’m yours, Sethji… only yours.”
Sethji groaned, letting his eyes wander over her body, tracing her curves even as he rested. “So beautiful… so soft… so willing… and yet so clever… the way you tease me… it’s unbearable. You’re a fire I can’t contain… a temptation I’d die for… I can’t believe this is mine… all mine.”
Lakshmi blushed, savoring his praise. Her lips curled in a quiet smile as she stood up and walked toward the kitchen, careful not to disturb him. The thrill of what they had shared still lingered in her body. She gargled and cleaned the mouth, letting the cool water awaken her senses and clear the taste. Though she had indulged in the act with full dedication, she didn’t want his essence, the thick smelly curd, lingering in her mouth to interfere with the rest of the night.
Lakshmi’s body stiffened. Reaching one hand behind her, she patted Sethji’s thigh, him riding her from behind.
“Hey… stop… looks like Raghu is here,” she murmured.
Sethji, lost in the waves of pleasure radiating from her tight, silky pussy, barely registered her words. He kept ramming into her, coiling her long braid one more time around his fist. Lakshmi had to lift herself slightly, transferring her weight from elbows to palms on the floor for support.
“Aaahh, Sethji… my god… we have to stop,” she whispered, panic trembling in her voice. “Don’t you hear? Raghu is at the door!”
“I don’t fucking care. Will that problem kid ever let us enjoy anything? He always spoils it. Good for nothing but this,” Sethji muttered, his gaze hungrily tracing the sweat glistening on her slender neck and the skin of her back revealed through the slits in her blouse.
He leaned forward, letting his tongue splash over her creamy back visible through the teasing blouse.
“Aaaah… uhh… don’t be a fool, Sethji. I’ll take him in. Won’t even take two minutes,” she urged.
Another series of knocks rattled the door.
“He can wait. And you better enjoy this with me. Don’t think about the world,” Sethji hissed. His thighs kept fluttering against her soft ass cheeks, now glistening with sweat.
“Aaah, wait… Aaahh… Sethji! We have the whole night. He’ll keep banging until I let him in. Do you want him to wake my husband and ruin everything?” she argued, breathless.
Sethji groaned, torn between desire and reason. He wanted nothing more than to continue enjoying her warmth around his sliding cock and release inside her delicate cunt, but he had no choice. With a reluctant jerk, he backed out, letting out a wet, frustrated sound—puckkkkk…—like the fizz of a soda bottle. He collapsed beside her, sighing in disappointment.
Lakshmi quickly stood, hastily wrapping her saree, creased and disheveled from Sethji’s rough handling.
“Sorry…” she sighed, unable to look him in the eyes. His cock still stood rigid, pulsating like a hissing serpent.
She rushed to the outer room and opened the door.
“Hihihi… Maa… were you sleeping?” Raghu stood there, his usual vacant, goofy expression spread across his face.
Lakshmi’s face turned red, partly from lingering desire, partly from sudden irritation at her interrupted game with Sethji. She crouched down slightly to meet Raghu’s eyes.
“Raghu… is this the time to be home? Didn’t I tell you to get back quickly and not test my patience?” she said sharply, masking the panic in her voice.
“Maa… I’m thirsty… can I have water?” Raghu asked, tilting his head innocently.
“I’ll get it… but then straight to bed! No talking, understood?” Lakshmi muttered, her patience thinning.
Raghu gave a foolish smile at her and followed her, dragging his feet across the floor, carelessly. “And… food? Can I have some biscuits?” he added, his voice sweet but irritating in that moment of urgency.
Raghu!” Lakshmi snapped, completely annoyed now. “You’re up too late. Just go to bed after this, okay?” She stopped him at the door—she had to. Sethji was sleeping inside, and she couldn’t let Raghu step in, not at any cost.
Her mind raced. Every second of the delay increased the risk of discovery. She grabbed a small glass of water from the kitchen and a single lollipop she had hidden for emergencies. She hurried through the kitchen, her heart pounding—what if he stepped into the room and saw Sethji lying there completely nude?
“Here, take this and dismiss,” she said, handing him the water glass and slipping the lollipop into his pocket.
Raghu’s curious eyes darted around the room. And then… he froze.
“Maa… whose jacket is this?” he asked, pointing to an oversized, unfamiliar jacket hanging neatly on the wall.
Lakshmi’s heart skipped a beat. That jacket belonged to Sethji, and she knew she had to get Raghu to the bed, fast.
“Raghu! Stop looking at things that don’t belong to you!” she hissed sharply, grabbing his hand and steering him toward the bed she had prepared for him in the adjacent room.
“But… Maa…” Raghu whined softly, resisting.
“No buts! Go to bed right now!” Her voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. She tucked him in quickly, still feeling the heat of panic pressing against her chest.
As Raghu finally lay down, drowsy but still suspicious, Lakshmi exhaled, her hands trembling slightly—from the lingering fear that Sethji might be discovered. She locked Raghu's room from outside, ensuring the night she had planned wouldn’t be disturbed any further.
Now she was ready again, mentally preparing to return to the man waiting for her. Her desire hadn’t faded—it had only grown stronger after the brief, frantic interruption.
Lakshmi entered the room, quietly closed the door behind her and took a deep, silent breath. She leaned against the closed door and felt excited again—not only from desire but from the adrenaline of having narrowly avoided the revelation.
Sethji was already awake, waiting, his eyes dark with hunger the moment he caught sight of her. He smiled wickedly at her.
“Finally…” he murmured, his voice low, dripping with anticipation. “Did that little troublemaker give you a hard time, my queen?”
Lakshmi shook her head, though a sly smile tugged at her lips. “Just a bit… but he’s finally in bed. You won’t hear a sound now.” She walked to him with the grace of a beautiful deer.
Sethji’s hands reached for her instantly, tracing the curves of her waist and hips. “You came back to me… I knew you wouldn’t resist for long,” he whispered, pulling her down on the mat where he was lying.
Lakshmi shivered, leaning onto him as he captured her lips in a possessive, hungry kiss. Every nerve of her body ignited with the feel of rough hungry lips meeting hers and, at the sound of his low, approving growl in her mouth.
“I was thinking about you the whole time, Sethji,” she admitted softly, breaking the kiss, her hands wandering over his broad shoulders. “Even when I was dealing with Raghu.”
“Mm… that naughty little boy…” he chuckled darkly, his fingers tangling in her hair. “But it only made me want you more. Every second apart… made me hungrier. I knew that eventually, his beautiful mother would come to me alone.”
Lakshmi’s breath caught as his hands slid under the thin fabric of her saree, caressing her thighs, teasing her warmth. She pressed closer, arching into him, the forbidden danger of the night had surpassed, and had only fueled their desire.
“I promise… this time, we won’t be interrupted,” she murmured, locking eyes with him. “No one will come between us. Just you… and me…” This flattery was mostly to pamper Sethji’s mood, which she feared might have been spoiled by the trouble caused by her son.
Sethji grinned, his hands roaming boldly, and lowered his lips to her neck. “Yes, my queen… only two of us… not only for tonight… for eternity…” His voice was rough, possessive, and dripping with lust, sending shivers through her spine.
Their world had now shrunk to just the two of them—at most the mattress beneath them and the blanket scattered at their feet. Everything else—her child, her husband, the village—faded into irrelevance. Only this desire, this night full of anticipated pleasure existed.
Lakshmi, trembling with anticipation, slowly slid off Sethji, onto the mattress beside him, ready to resume where they had been so abruptly interrupted. Her body was craving for Sethji’s manly touch, to feel womanly again, to surrender herself to him… again.
But Sethji had something else in mind.
Sethji’s eyes darkened and he started shaking his hard, thick manhood. “My clever queen…” he whispered, his voice low and rough. “You’ve handled that little rascal perfectly… You deserve a reward.”
Lakshmi’s pulse raced. She knew that was going to be some kinky demand, and a shiver of excitement ran through her. She moved closer, darting up on her left elbow and looking at him. Her hands brushed lightly over his thighs as she noticed him enjoying self-pleasure. She whispered, “What reward, my lord?”
“Suck me, sweety...” Sethji murmured, his free hand tangling in her hair strands. “After you’ve been so clever… such a good girl… you know what to do.”
She kept mum… for almost a minute… her hand kept brushing against his bare thigh.
She knew how much Sethji enjoyed the feel of her sloppy mouth and delicate lips wrapped around his messy cock. In fact, he had been the one to introduce her to the act of giving blowjobs. She had never truly enjoyed them, and rarely ever initiated—but she had never once disappointed Sethji in this.
“Come on, honey… I agree it’s not a reward that’s yours alone, but I gave you similar pleasure not long ago—don’t I deserve this lovely return? And think about it—this is a treat for you, your own lollipop… one that never runs out, unlike the one you gave that troublesome kid of yours.”
Her lips curved in a sly, teasing smile as she bent over his abdomen, opening her mouth just enough to draw him into her, while her fingers massaged the base of his hard cock. He groaned, sitting up slightly and leaning back against the bolster, his eyes locked on her with a mix of hunger and appreciation.
“Ah… that’s it… just like that…” he panted, running a hand through her hair as she took him deeper. “You’re mine, Lakshmi… my clever, beautiful queen…”
She hummed around him, occasionally pulling back to gasp, teasing him, whispering, “Is this enough, Sethji… or do you want more?”
“More… always more with you,” he groaned, gripping her head lightly but firmly. “Every second, you please me… and I need you more… yes, yes… just like that, don’t stop…”
She obliged, alternating between soft hums and deep, teasing motions, taking him into her mouth slowly, deliberately. His precum lingered on her tongue, while the dark skin of his cock robbed her delicate lips of their purity. He continued talking, praising her beauty, the way she served him, the thrill of the night.
“Your mouth… my queen… such a treasure…” he groaned, thrusting slightly in rhythm with her movements. “You’ve handled Raghu perfectly, and now… you’re giving me what I deserve… yes, yes… that’s my clever goddess…”
Lakshmi’s own body throbbed at his moans and whispered praises. Every word from him fanned her arousal, every small motion of her lips and tongue sent waves through him.
“You’re mine tonight,” Sethji hissed between groans, “and no one else exists… only you… only this…”
Lakshmi nodded around him, gasping softly. Her mouth worked skillfully, teasing him with soft, wet hums as she took his manhood deep into her throat, occasionally pulling back just enough to let him gasp and groan. Sethji’s hands tangled in her hair, holding her in place, his body trembling with barely restrained need.
“You’re driving me mad, rani… my naughty queen…” he hissed, his hips pressing slightly into her face. “The way you take care of everything… Raghu, the house… and now me… you’re perfect. My perfect little goddess.”
She hummed with him still in her mouth, letting the vibrations travel straight to his cock, making him shiver. Every small noise from adjacent rooms (like for example Raghu licking his lollipop) sent a rush of fear and thrill through her, making her movements even more deliberate, teasing, and controlled.
Sethji’s breathing grew ragged. “Ah… you… you’re amazing… such a clever, naughty little girl… just for me… yes… yes… right there… mmph…”
Lakshmi paused for a moment, letting her lips glide over the tip, looking up at him with eyes full of playful apology. “Is this enough, Sethji… or should I do more?” she whispered, letting her fingers rub circles at the base of his shaft. Her hot breaths hit more viciously on his sensitive cockhead, firm and round like a medium onion.
“More… always more…” he groaned. “You’re mine… mine tonight… you’ve pleased me so well… let me feel every drop… yes… right there…”
Encouraged, and secretly proud of her skill in something didn’t even enjoy, Lakshmi resumed, swirling her tongue skillfully, taking him deeper, her fingers working in perfect rhythm. Sethji’s moans became louder, huskier, his body shaking, each thrust sending shivers through him.
“Ah… ah… Rani… I… I can’t hold…” he gasped. “So skillful… so perfect… my clever, naughty queen…”
Lakshmi’s own breathing grew faster, her hands and lips working in tandem. She could feel him tightening, ready to explode. She looked at him, eyes so wide it seemed they might pop out.
Sethji’s hands gripped her head firmly as he let out a long, guttural groan, his cock pulsing in her mouth, flooding her with the reward he had planned for her… thick, warm streams of potent semen. Lakshmi swallowed and sucked skillfully, guiding every drop, her body trembling with the heat of the dynamics between the duo.
Afterward, she leaned back slightly, breathing heavily, her lips glistening, while Sethji collapsed back against the bolster, his eyes dark with satisfaction and desire.
“You… you’ve earned your reward, my clever queen,” he whispered, laying back on the mattress, chest rising and falling with heavy, satisfied breaths, his eyes still fixed on Lakshmi.
Lakshmi smiled faintly, her pulse still racing, her body tingling from the forbidden intensity.
“You… my bimbo queen… my goddess…” he murmured, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along her arms. “I have been with countless ladies over my life.... No one… no one has ever given me this… this pleasure… the way you do… every inch of you… every touch… every movement… it drives me mad.”
Sethji laid back on the mattress, chest rising and falling with heavy, satisfied breaths, his eyes still fixed on Lakshmi. The satisfaction from the oral indulgence had left him momentarily sated, but his dark gaze still burned with need.
“You… my clever queen… my goddess…” he murmured, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along her arms. “No one… no one has ever given me this… this pleasure… the way you do… every inch of you… every touch… every movement… it drives me mad.”
Lakshmi blushed, savoring his praise. She leaned close, brushing her lips softly against his forehead, whispering, “I’m yours, Sethji… only yours.”
Sethji groaned, letting his eyes wander over her body, tracing her curves even as he rested. “So beautiful… so soft… so willing… and yet so clever… the way you tease me… it’s unbearable. You’re a fire I can’t contain… a temptation I’d die for… I can’t believe this is mine… all mine.”
Lakshmi blushed, savoring his praise. Her lips curled in a quiet smile as she stood up and walked toward the kitchen, careful not to disturb him. The thrill of what they had shared still lingered in her body. She gargled and cleaned the mouth, letting the cool water awaken her senses and clear the taste. Though she had indulged in the act with full dedication, she didn’t want his essence, the thick smelly curd, lingering in her mouth to interfere with the rest of the night.
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