17-08-2025, 08:37 AM
As the waves of my orgasm subsided, my body went limp on the sofa, chest heaving with ragged breaths, a sheen of sweat glistening on my skin. His fingers lingered inside me for a moment longer, gently withdrawing with a wet, slick sound that made me shiver anew. He lifted his head, his lips shiny with my essence, and locked eyes with me-those dark, hungry eyes that promised more. "You taste incredible, Nabila," he whispered, his voice rough with desire, before planting a soft kiss on my inner thigh.
I could barely form words, my mind still foggy from the intensity, but a lazy smile tugged at my lips. I reached down to pull him up toward me. He obliged, crawling over my body like a predator claiming his prize, his hardness pressing insistently against my thighs. His mouth found mine in a deep, passionate kiss, and I tasted myself on his tongue-salty, sweet, forbidden. A soft moan escaped me into his mouth, "Mmm... I can't believe you did that."
He froze mid-motion, his body still hovering over mine, and lifted his head to stare at me with wide, incredulous eyes, as if I'd just confessed to something utterly unbelievable. A beat of silence hung between us, our heavy breaths mingling in the charged air, before he finally spoke, his voice laced with genuine surprise. "What do you mean by that? Was it really your first time someone licked your pussy?"
I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks, a mix of lingering ecstasy and shy vulnerability, so I simply nodded, my lips pressed together, unable to meet his gaze fully.
He blinked, shaking his head slowly in disbelief. "I just can't believe it. Your husband never did that to you?" His tone was a blend of astonishment and something almost pitying, his hand still resting possessively on my thigh, thumb tracing lazy circles that sent faint aftershocks through me.
"No," I whispered, my voice barely audible, a soft exhale that carried the weight of years unspoken.
A low chuckle rumbled from his chest, dark and dismissive. "Such a loser," he muttered, his words dripping with contempt for the man who'd missed out on so much. Then, without another word, he leaned down and captured my lips in a soft, lingering kiss-tender this time, almost reassuring, his tongue gently coaxing mine as if to erase any lingering doubts, our bodies still intertwined in the warm glow of what we'd shared.
As we kissed again, my fingers instinctively threaded into his slightly tousled hair. My long dark waves-now loosened from their earlier careful styling-fell over my shoulders and brushed his bare chest. The soft scent of jasmine oil still lingered in my hair, faint but unmistakable.
My small silver jhumkas swayed gently with every movement, brushing against my neck. I could feel them lightly tapping against his jaw each time he leaned in. Around my neck, the thin silver chain with its tiny pendant stayed in place, catching a little sweat and glittering dimly in the low light. It rested just above my breasts, rising and falling with each rapid breath.
These tiny touches-my hair against his skin, the jingling of the earrings, the cold kiss of the chain-added layers to the intimacy, a mix of sensations that made our closeness feel even more intense and real.
Then he wrapped his strong hand around his thick, throbbing cock, the shaft bobbing free and heavy with arousal, veins pulsing visibly under the taut skin like rivers of fire. A bead of pre-cum glistened at the tip, making my mouth water even as my body still quivered from the aftershocks of my climax. My eyes widened in a mix of awe and hunger, a fresh surge of molten heat pooling deep between my thighs, my pussy clenching emptily in anticipation despite the lingering tremors.
He caught my gaze, a devilish smirk playing on his lips as he stroked himself slowly, deliberately, the sight making my breath hitch. "Look at what you do to me, Nabila," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, laced with raw need. "So hard for you... ready to fill that sweet, wet pussy of yours."
I whimpered softly, my body arching toward him involuntarily. "God, yes... it's so big," I breathed, my voice trembling with desire, my hands roaming over his chest, nails grazing his skin. "I want it-want you-to stretch me, claim me."
He positioned himself at my entrance, the swollen tip teasing my slick, swollen folds, rubbing back and forth in agonizingly slow strokes that coated him in my juices. Each pass over my clit sent sparks shooting through me, my hips lifting instinctively, grinding against him in desperate plea. "Mmm, feel that? You're dripping for me," he growled, his free hand gripping my thigh to hold me steady, his eyes locked on mine with predatory intensity. "Tell me how bad you need it, darling. Beg for my cock."
"Please," I whimpered louder now, my nails digging deep into his shoulders, leaving crescent marks as frustration and lust built to a fever pitch. "I need you inside me-now. Fuck me, please... make me yours." My words dissolved into a needy moan as he pressed just a fraction deeper, the promise of fullness driving me wild.
He let out a deep, guttural groan that vibrated through his chest like thunder, echoing in my core as he pushed forward with agonizing slowness, his thick cock sliding inch by delicious inch into my slick, aching pussy. The stretch was exquisite torture-my walls clenching greedily around him, stars exploding behind my tightly shut eyelids as he filled me completely, every ridge and vein pulsing against my sensitive inner flesh. "Ahh... fuck, you're so tight, Nabila," he murmured huskily, his hot breath fanning across my neck, sending fresh shivers down my spine. "Squeezing me like you never want to let go."
Once buried to the hilt, he paused, our bodies locked in a heated, intimate fusion-his hips flush against mine, his balls resting heavy against my ass. I could feel him throbbing inside me, a living pulse that made my toes curl. "Mmm, you feel so good wrapped around me," he whispered, nipping at my earlobe before trailing kisses down my throat. I gasped, my hands clawing at his back, nails raking red lines into his skin as I adjusted to the fullness, my pussy fluttering wildly.
Then he started to move-slow, deliberate thrusts at first, each withdrawal leaving me empty and desperate, only for him to plunge back in with a wet, satisfying smack. The rhythm built like a storm, my moans spilling out uncontrollably with every glide: "Oh God... yes, deeper... fuck me harder..." My legs hooked around his waist, ankles locking to yank him impossibly closer, our sweat-slicked skin slapping together in a raw, primal symphony of lust that filled the room with obscene sounds.
His growl was deep and wild, like an animal's roar, shaking through his chest and into mine. It made every part of my body feel alive with fire. His hips pushed forward fast and strong, his thick cock hitting inside me again and again in a hard, non-stop way.
The sofa shook under us. The wet sounds of our sweaty bodies slapping together were like a dirty music, his balls hitting against my bottom with each strong push. He went deeper and harder, taking full control of my wet, shaking pussy, as if he owned it-and owned me. With every powerful thrust, my full breasts bounced up and down wildly, like soft waves rising and falling, my hard nipples rubbing against his chest and sending more sparks of pleasure through me.
My jhumkas swung back and forth from my ears, tinkling softly like tiny bells in the heat of our passion, brushing against my neck and cheeks. The chain around my neck swayed side to side, sliding over my sweaty skin, catching the light as it moved with our rhythm. My black hair, loose and messy now, spread out on the sofa like a dark river, some strands sticking to my face and back from the sweat, flying a little with each hard push, making me look even more wild and lost in the moment.
One hand held my hip tightly, like a strong grip, his fingers pressing into my soft skin for support. It might leave marks, but in a good way. He kept me still and unable to move as he pushed into my center with wild power. His mouth came down on my breast, hot and hungry. His teeth lightly touched my hard nipple before he sucked it strongly. This made me gasp sharply-"Ahh!"-the bite mixed pain and pleasure in a way that felt amazing, making my back bend up from the cushions.
"These breasts... fuck, so perfect, so full and ready for me," he said in a rough voice between eager licks. His tongue moved in hot, wet circles around the sensitive nipple, touching and playing until it beat like a heart. His other hand attacked my second breast, pinching the forgotten nipple between his strong fingers. He rolled and twisted it just enough to send shocks of pleasure straight to my clit. I bent my body high, a loud cry coming from my mouth-"Oh God, yes... it hurts but feels so good!"-my body twisting under him. My pussy squeezed tighter around his moving cock, pulling on him as my wet juices covered us both. The smell of our excitement was strong and thick in the air.
"Come for me again, darling-squeeze that hot, dripping pussy tight around my cock and shatter into pieces for me," he commanded with a deep groan.
"Ahh... yes, just like that," his voice a gravelly rasp like a forbidden vow whispered in the dark, sending shivers racing down my spine. His piercing eyes locked onto mine, blazing with raw, animalistic hunger as he thrust even faster, his hips a blur of savage power, pounding into me with merciless force that made my entire body jolt with each impact-"Mmm... fuck, you're so deep," I moaned breathlessly, my cries mingling with his ragged grunts, "Oh God... ahh!"
The friction inside me ignited like a scorching inferno, every ridge of his throbbing shaft dragging along my slick walls, stroking that hidden spot that set my nerves ablaze with white-hot fire. I clutched at his broad shoulders desperately, my fingers digging into his muscled flesh like anchors in a storm, pulling him impossibly closer as if to merge our bodies into one
"Ahh... deeper, please," I moaned breathlessly, my voice breaking into husky whimpers that rose with each thrust.
He groaned in response, a low, feral "Fuck... yes, take it all," rumbling from his throat as his hands gripped my thighs with bruising force, spreading me wider, his nails biting into my skin to hold me steady against his relentless assault.
The coil in my belly wound tighter and tighter, like a spring compressed to its breaking point, ready to explode in a cascade of ecstasy. Waves of intense pleasure surged through me, crashing higher and wilder with every brutal plunge, my juices flooding around him in hot gushes, the obscene squelch of our union filling the air alongside my desperate gasps and his ragged grunts-"Mmm... so wet for me," he panted, our moans intertwining like a symphony of raw need.
My nails scratched down his back in quick, wild lines, pulling out thin marks of blood that only made him more crazy and full of energy. Our sweaty bodies rubbed hard against each other in a slippery, hot mess-skin on skin, the friction growing so much that I couldn't take it anymore. My moans got louder and turned into sharp screams of full wildness: "Fuck... oh God, I'm so close... don't you dare stop!"-I was balancing on the very sharp edge of total blankness, my sight getting fuzzy, my pussy tightening in strong beats, begging for the big release that would swallow me completely.
And then it hit me-like a dam breaking open, the tight feeling broke in a bright flash of joy that tore through my body from inside to my fingers. I screamed his name,
"Ranjeeeett... ooohhhhhhh" my pussy shaking wildly around his thick cock, squeezing him in tight, beating pulls that made my eyes see only white.
Waves of strong pleasure beat through me, hot and without stop, my juices spraying out in wet bursts with each shake, making the sofa wet under us. My legs shook without control around his waist, toes bending as I bent my back high, breasts moving up and down, my nails stuck in his back like sharp hooks.
He made a deep sound, "Ahh... that's it, darling, come all over me," his pushes becoming wild, hitting harder as my coming pulled him to the end too. As his body tensed and I felt him swelling even more, I gasped out, "Wait... don't cum inside me!"
He groaned in response, his eyes locking onto mine with raw intensity, and at the last second, he pulled out with a shuddering breath.
With a final, rough shout "Fuck... Nabila!" his cock throbbed in his hand, spilling hot, thick lines of cum across my belly, the warmth spreading over my skin and dripping down my sides. We fell together in a sweaty, breathing pile, his body pressing me into the cushions, our hearts beating fast together. He kissed my forehead softly, whispering, "You're incredible," as small shakes still went through us both, leaving me fully tired but wanting more.
I could barely form words, my mind still foggy from the intensity, but a lazy smile tugged at my lips. I reached down to pull him up toward me. He obliged, crawling over my body like a predator claiming his prize, his hardness pressing insistently against my thighs. His mouth found mine in a deep, passionate kiss, and I tasted myself on his tongue-salty, sweet, forbidden. A soft moan escaped me into his mouth, "Mmm... I can't believe you did that."
He froze mid-motion, his body still hovering over mine, and lifted his head to stare at me with wide, incredulous eyes, as if I'd just confessed to something utterly unbelievable. A beat of silence hung between us, our heavy breaths mingling in the charged air, before he finally spoke, his voice laced with genuine surprise. "What do you mean by that? Was it really your first time someone licked your pussy?"
I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks, a mix of lingering ecstasy and shy vulnerability, so I simply nodded, my lips pressed together, unable to meet his gaze fully.
He blinked, shaking his head slowly in disbelief. "I just can't believe it. Your husband never did that to you?" His tone was a blend of astonishment and something almost pitying, his hand still resting possessively on my thigh, thumb tracing lazy circles that sent faint aftershocks through me.
"No," I whispered, my voice barely audible, a soft exhale that carried the weight of years unspoken.
A low chuckle rumbled from his chest, dark and dismissive. "Such a loser," he muttered, his words dripping with contempt for the man who'd missed out on so much. Then, without another word, he leaned down and captured my lips in a soft, lingering kiss-tender this time, almost reassuring, his tongue gently coaxing mine as if to erase any lingering doubts, our bodies still intertwined in the warm glow of what we'd shared.
As we kissed again, my fingers instinctively threaded into his slightly tousled hair. My long dark waves-now loosened from their earlier careful styling-fell over my shoulders and brushed his bare chest. The soft scent of jasmine oil still lingered in my hair, faint but unmistakable.
My small silver jhumkas swayed gently with every movement, brushing against my neck. I could feel them lightly tapping against his jaw each time he leaned in. Around my neck, the thin silver chain with its tiny pendant stayed in place, catching a little sweat and glittering dimly in the low light. It rested just above my breasts, rising and falling with each rapid breath.
These tiny touches-my hair against his skin, the jingling of the earrings, the cold kiss of the chain-added layers to the intimacy, a mix of sensations that made our closeness feel even more intense and real.
Then he wrapped his strong hand around his thick, throbbing cock, the shaft bobbing free and heavy with arousal, veins pulsing visibly under the taut skin like rivers of fire. A bead of pre-cum glistened at the tip, making my mouth water even as my body still quivered from the aftershocks of my climax. My eyes widened in a mix of awe and hunger, a fresh surge of molten heat pooling deep between my thighs, my pussy clenching emptily in anticipation despite the lingering tremors.
He caught my gaze, a devilish smirk playing on his lips as he stroked himself slowly, deliberately, the sight making my breath hitch. "Look at what you do to me, Nabila," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, laced with raw need. "So hard for you... ready to fill that sweet, wet pussy of yours."
I whimpered softly, my body arching toward him involuntarily. "God, yes... it's so big," I breathed, my voice trembling with desire, my hands roaming over his chest, nails grazing his skin. "I want it-want you-to stretch me, claim me."
He positioned himself at my entrance, the swollen tip teasing my slick, swollen folds, rubbing back and forth in agonizingly slow strokes that coated him in my juices. Each pass over my clit sent sparks shooting through me, my hips lifting instinctively, grinding against him in desperate plea. "Mmm, feel that? You're dripping for me," he growled, his free hand gripping my thigh to hold me steady, his eyes locked on mine with predatory intensity. "Tell me how bad you need it, darling. Beg for my cock."
"Please," I whimpered louder now, my nails digging deep into his shoulders, leaving crescent marks as frustration and lust built to a fever pitch. "I need you inside me-now. Fuck me, please... make me yours." My words dissolved into a needy moan as he pressed just a fraction deeper, the promise of fullness driving me wild.
He let out a deep, guttural groan that vibrated through his chest like thunder, echoing in my core as he pushed forward with agonizing slowness, his thick cock sliding inch by delicious inch into my slick, aching pussy. The stretch was exquisite torture-my walls clenching greedily around him, stars exploding behind my tightly shut eyelids as he filled me completely, every ridge and vein pulsing against my sensitive inner flesh. "Ahh... fuck, you're so tight, Nabila," he murmured huskily, his hot breath fanning across my neck, sending fresh shivers down my spine. "Squeezing me like you never want to let go."
Once buried to the hilt, he paused, our bodies locked in a heated, intimate fusion-his hips flush against mine, his balls resting heavy against my ass. I could feel him throbbing inside me, a living pulse that made my toes curl. "Mmm, you feel so good wrapped around me," he whispered, nipping at my earlobe before trailing kisses down my throat. I gasped, my hands clawing at his back, nails raking red lines into his skin as I adjusted to the fullness, my pussy fluttering wildly.
Then he started to move-slow, deliberate thrusts at first, each withdrawal leaving me empty and desperate, only for him to plunge back in with a wet, satisfying smack. The rhythm built like a storm, my moans spilling out uncontrollably with every glide: "Oh God... yes, deeper... fuck me harder..." My legs hooked around his waist, ankles locking to yank him impossibly closer, our sweat-slicked skin slapping together in a raw, primal symphony of lust that filled the room with obscene sounds.
His growl was deep and wild, like an animal's roar, shaking through his chest and into mine. It made every part of my body feel alive with fire. His hips pushed forward fast and strong, his thick cock hitting inside me again and again in a hard, non-stop way.
The sofa shook under us. The wet sounds of our sweaty bodies slapping together were like a dirty music, his balls hitting against my bottom with each strong push. He went deeper and harder, taking full control of my wet, shaking pussy, as if he owned it-and owned me. With every powerful thrust, my full breasts bounced up and down wildly, like soft waves rising and falling, my hard nipples rubbing against his chest and sending more sparks of pleasure through me.
My jhumkas swung back and forth from my ears, tinkling softly like tiny bells in the heat of our passion, brushing against my neck and cheeks. The chain around my neck swayed side to side, sliding over my sweaty skin, catching the light as it moved with our rhythm. My black hair, loose and messy now, spread out on the sofa like a dark river, some strands sticking to my face and back from the sweat, flying a little with each hard push, making me look even more wild and lost in the moment.
One hand held my hip tightly, like a strong grip, his fingers pressing into my soft skin for support. It might leave marks, but in a good way. He kept me still and unable to move as he pushed into my center with wild power. His mouth came down on my breast, hot and hungry. His teeth lightly touched my hard nipple before he sucked it strongly. This made me gasp sharply-"Ahh!"-the bite mixed pain and pleasure in a way that felt amazing, making my back bend up from the cushions.
"These breasts... fuck, so perfect, so full and ready for me," he said in a rough voice between eager licks. His tongue moved in hot, wet circles around the sensitive nipple, touching and playing until it beat like a heart. His other hand attacked my second breast, pinching the forgotten nipple between his strong fingers. He rolled and twisted it just enough to send shocks of pleasure straight to my clit. I bent my body high, a loud cry coming from my mouth-"Oh God, yes... it hurts but feels so good!"-my body twisting under him. My pussy squeezed tighter around his moving cock, pulling on him as my wet juices covered us both. The smell of our excitement was strong and thick in the air.
"Come for me again, darling-squeeze that hot, dripping pussy tight around my cock and shatter into pieces for me," he commanded with a deep groan.
"Ahh... yes, just like that," his voice a gravelly rasp like a forbidden vow whispered in the dark, sending shivers racing down my spine. His piercing eyes locked onto mine, blazing with raw, animalistic hunger as he thrust even faster, his hips a blur of savage power, pounding into me with merciless force that made my entire body jolt with each impact-"Mmm... fuck, you're so deep," I moaned breathlessly, my cries mingling with his ragged grunts, "Oh God... ahh!"
The friction inside me ignited like a scorching inferno, every ridge of his throbbing shaft dragging along my slick walls, stroking that hidden spot that set my nerves ablaze with white-hot fire. I clutched at his broad shoulders desperately, my fingers digging into his muscled flesh like anchors in a storm, pulling him impossibly closer as if to merge our bodies into one
"Ahh... deeper, please," I moaned breathlessly, my voice breaking into husky whimpers that rose with each thrust.
He groaned in response, a low, feral "Fuck... yes, take it all," rumbling from his throat as his hands gripped my thighs with bruising force, spreading me wider, his nails biting into my skin to hold me steady against his relentless assault.
The coil in my belly wound tighter and tighter, like a spring compressed to its breaking point, ready to explode in a cascade of ecstasy. Waves of intense pleasure surged through me, crashing higher and wilder with every brutal plunge, my juices flooding around him in hot gushes, the obscene squelch of our union filling the air alongside my desperate gasps and his ragged grunts-"Mmm... so wet for me," he panted, our moans intertwining like a symphony of raw need.
My nails scratched down his back in quick, wild lines, pulling out thin marks of blood that only made him more crazy and full of energy. Our sweaty bodies rubbed hard against each other in a slippery, hot mess-skin on skin, the friction growing so much that I couldn't take it anymore. My moans got louder and turned into sharp screams of full wildness: "Fuck... oh God, I'm so close... don't you dare stop!"-I was balancing on the very sharp edge of total blankness, my sight getting fuzzy, my pussy tightening in strong beats, begging for the big release that would swallow me completely.
And then it hit me-like a dam breaking open, the tight feeling broke in a bright flash of joy that tore through my body from inside to my fingers. I screamed his name,
"Ranjeeeett... ooohhhhhhh" my pussy shaking wildly around his thick cock, squeezing him in tight, beating pulls that made my eyes see only white.
Waves of strong pleasure beat through me, hot and without stop, my juices spraying out in wet bursts with each shake, making the sofa wet under us. My legs shook without control around his waist, toes bending as I bent my back high, breasts moving up and down, my nails stuck in his back like sharp hooks.
He made a deep sound, "Ahh... that's it, darling, come all over me," his pushes becoming wild, hitting harder as my coming pulled him to the end too. As his body tensed and I felt him swelling even more, I gasped out, "Wait... don't cum inside me!"
He groaned in response, his eyes locking onto mine with raw intensity, and at the last second, he pulled out with a shuddering breath.
With a final, rough shout "Fuck... Nabila!" his cock throbbed in his hand, spilling hot, thick lines of cum across my belly, the warmth spreading over my skin and dripping down my sides. We fell together in a sweaty, breathing pile, his body pressing me into the cushions, our hearts beating fast together. He kissed my forehead softly, whispering, "You're incredible," as small shakes still went through us both, leaving me fully tired but wanting more.