17-08-2025, 04:06 PM
Chapter 27: Devoured and Destroyed
The air in the bedroom was thick with heat, the dim moonlight filtering through the curtains casting a silver glow over Nivi’s bare body, sprawled on the silk sheets like an offering.
The black satin babydoll was bunched at her knees, a crumpled veil exposing every inch—her breasts heaving, nipples hard and flushed from Raghavan’s earlier worship, her ass curved against the mattress, leaving a dark wet spot from her leaking arousal.
Her thighs were parted wide, pussy glistening under his gaze, pink and swollen, folds parted slightly, clit throbbing visibly, fresh and untouched-looking despite her years of marriage and motherhood.
From Raghavan’s close view, inches from her core, it was a masterpiece—smooth lips, inner walls tight and pink, her wetness dripping slow like nectar, pooling beneath her ass, the scent of jasmine from her shower mixing with her raw arousal. Fuck, she’s a vision, he thought, cock throbbing painfully in his boxers, massive and hard, pre-cum soaking the fabric.
This pussy—fresh, tight, begging to be ruined by my tongue, my cock. His hands gripped her thighs, spreading them wider, fingers sinking into soft flesh, thumbs brushing her outer folds, teasing without entering.
Nivi’s heart pounded like a drum, her pussy clenching under his stare, leaking a steady stream that soaked the sheets further, her ass shifting in the wet mess.
He’s so close—seeing every pink inch, my clit hard, folds wet, she thought, mind voices wild and filthy. Anand never looked at me like this, never made me drip just from eyes. Fuck, talk dirty—tell me how you’ll wreck it, make me hornier. Her clit pulsed visibly, body trembling with need, I’m bare for him, vulnerable, powerful—his to devour, and I’m craving every second.
“Goddamn, Nivi,” he growled, voice low, rough as gravel, his breath hot against her folds, making her pussy twitch, clit begging. “This pussy’s fucking perfect—pink, tight, so fresh it’s like no one’s ever touched it right. Look at it—wet as fuck, dripping down your thighs, clit swollen, begging for my tongue to lick it raw.”
His words were filthy, direct, one finger tracing her outer lip slow, collecting her slick, making her gasp, ass lifting slightly. “Anand was a fool—too drunk to see this sweet hole, these juicy folds, this hard clit screaming for a real man.” His thumb grazed her clit, a feather-light tease, and her pussy gushed, leaking more.
She moaned, loud and desperate, thighs trembling, pussy clenching at his dirty words. Fuck, his voice—filthy, making my pussy soak, hornier than ever, she thought, responding in kind, voice breathy, matching his fire.
“It’s fresh for you, Raghavan—Anand never saw it wet, never made it drip like this. Talk more—tell me how it looks, how you’ll fuck it up.” Her tone was dirty, needy, breasts bouncing as she arched, revelations deepening: Dirty talk’s my drug; it’s making me wild, pussy leaking like a slut for him.
He grinned, eyes flashing with understanding—she loves the filth, gets hornier with every word, cock throbbing at her response.
“Oh, you’re a dirty girl, aren’t you? Love me talking about this fresh pussy—look at it clench, lips parting, wet and pink like it’s begging my tongue to dive in, stretch it wide.”
His finger circled her clit slow, teasing, not entering, his breath fanning her folds, making them twitch. “Why so fresh? That bastard ignored it—left it tight, untouched, a fucking gift for me.
I’m the lucky one—first to see this dripping hole, clit hard as a pearl, inner walls so pink they’re screaming for my cock.” His words dripped filth, eyes locked on her pussy, thumb pressing her clit lightly, making her buck.
She gasped, ass grinding into the wet sheets, pussy leaking a stream down her crack, voice wild.
“Fuck, yes—lucky you, first to see my pussy this wet, this fresh. Anand’s cock was limp, nothing. Yours—I felt it, massive, hard as fuck.” Her dirty talk matched his, pushing the heat, pussy gushing, clit throbbing so hard she could barely stand it.
This talk—fuck, it’s making me wilder, ready to squirt for him, she thought, revelations: He’s unlocking my filthiest side, and I’m his dirty queen.
He leaned closer, nose brushing her inner thigh, breath hot on her clit, making it pulse. “Next man after me? They’ll never see this freshness, Nivi.
I’m gonna destroy this tight pussy tonight—lick it raw, fuck it deep, stretch it ‘til it gapes, ruin it for anyone else. Promise—I’ll make this hole mine, fill it with my cum, leave it dripping, craving only me.”
His filthy promise sent her reeling, pussy clenching hard, leaking a flood, ass lifting, clit begging. Fuck, destroy it—make my pussy yours, ruin it forever, she thought, body trembling, revelations: I need this—wrecked, owned, his dirty slut.
“Ruin it—fuck, make it yours,” she gasped, voice raw, dirty, matching his intensity. “Lick my pussy, stretch it—make it drip only for you.” Her breasts heaved, nipples aching, pussy gushing onto the sheets, mind voices wild: His words are fire—I’m hornier, pussy soaking, ready to squirt.
He dove in, tongue flat against her pussy, licking slow from her ass to her clit, savoring every inch—outer lips, inner folds, the tight entrance, the swollen clit. His mouth was hot, wet, lapping her wetness, tasting her fresh essence, jasmine mixing with her raw scent.
“Fuck, so sweet—pink folds dripping, tight hole begging,” he murmured between licks, voice muffled against her pussy, vibrating her clit. His tongue probed deep, lapping her inner walls, sucking her lips one by one, then circling her clit hard, relentless.
His fingers joined—one, then two—thrusting slow, curling to hit her spot, stretching her gently while his mouth sucked her clit, filthy words spilling.
“This fresh pussy’s mine—look at it leak, clit hard for my tongue, gonna make it squirt, ruin it for good.”
She bucked wildly, moaning loud, pussy clenching around his fingers, leaking streams into his mouth, ass grinding into the soaked sheets. Fuck, his tongue—licking every fold, sucking my clit, fingers stretching my hole, she thought, body shaking, breasts bouncing.
His dirty talk pushed her higher—“Tight little hole, dripping so sweet, gonna make it gape with my cock”—making her pussy gush, clit throbbing under his tongue. He intensified—tongue diving deeper, lapping her walls, fingers thrusting faster, curling harder, mouth sucking her clit like a starving man.
“Gonna wreck this pussy, make it squirt all over me,” he growled, words muffled, lips vibrating her folds.
Her body tensed, pleasure building unbearable, pussy clenching violently around his fingers, clit pulsing under his tongue. Fuck, it’s coming—real, wild, squirting, she thought, No one’s done this, not Anand—first real orgasm, his to claim.
She shattered, a scream tearing from her throat, pussy erupting—not just cum but a flood, squirting hard, soaking his mouth, chin, neck, the sheets. He didn’t miss a drop—mouth latched tight, swallowing every squirt, tongue lapping furiously, fingers milking her through the waves, drinking her essence like a man possessed.
“Fuck, every drop’s mine—sweet, fresh, all for me,” he growled against her pussy, sucking the last spurts, her body trembling, ass lifting, breasts heaving.
She collapsed, gasping, pussy twitching aftershocks, leaking the final drops onto his tongue, sheets a mess beneath her. Her voice came breathy, raw, as she confessed,
“That... my first orgasm. Ever. Anand never—fuck, nothing like this, never made me squirt.” Revelations hit deep: He’s given me what no one could—ruined my pussy, reborn it for him.
He lifted his head, face glistening with her cum, eyes dark and smoldering. “First? Fuck, Nivi, I’m honored—and I’m not done ruining you.” The promise hung heavy, her body spent but aching for more.
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The air in the bedroom was thick with heat, the dim moonlight filtering through the curtains casting a silver glow over Nivi’s bare body, sprawled on the silk sheets like an offering.
The black satin babydoll was bunched at her knees, a crumpled veil exposing every inch—her breasts heaving, nipples hard and flushed from Raghavan’s earlier worship, her ass curved against the mattress, leaving a dark wet spot from her leaking arousal.
Her thighs were parted wide, pussy glistening under his gaze, pink and swollen, folds parted slightly, clit throbbing visibly, fresh and untouched-looking despite her years of marriage and motherhood.
From Raghavan’s close view, inches from her core, it was a masterpiece—smooth lips, inner walls tight and pink, her wetness dripping slow like nectar, pooling beneath her ass, the scent of jasmine from her shower mixing with her raw arousal. Fuck, she’s a vision, he thought, cock throbbing painfully in his boxers, massive and hard, pre-cum soaking the fabric.
This pussy—fresh, tight, begging to be ruined by my tongue, my cock. His hands gripped her thighs, spreading them wider, fingers sinking into soft flesh, thumbs brushing her outer folds, teasing without entering.
Nivi’s heart pounded like a drum, her pussy clenching under his stare, leaking a steady stream that soaked the sheets further, her ass shifting in the wet mess.
He’s so close—seeing every pink inch, my clit hard, folds wet, she thought, mind voices wild and filthy. Anand never looked at me like this, never made me drip just from eyes. Fuck, talk dirty—tell me how you’ll wreck it, make me hornier. Her clit pulsed visibly, body trembling with need, I’m bare for him, vulnerable, powerful—his to devour, and I’m craving every second.
“Goddamn, Nivi,” he growled, voice low, rough as gravel, his breath hot against her folds, making her pussy twitch, clit begging. “This pussy’s fucking perfect—pink, tight, so fresh it’s like no one’s ever touched it right. Look at it—wet as fuck, dripping down your thighs, clit swollen, begging for my tongue to lick it raw.”
His words were filthy, direct, one finger tracing her outer lip slow, collecting her slick, making her gasp, ass lifting slightly. “Anand was a fool—too drunk to see this sweet hole, these juicy folds, this hard clit screaming for a real man.” His thumb grazed her clit, a feather-light tease, and her pussy gushed, leaking more.
She moaned, loud and desperate, thighs trembling, pussy clenching at his dirty words. Fuck, his voice—filthy, making my pussy soak, hornier than ever, she thought, responding in kind, voice breathy, matching his fire.
“It’s fresh for you, Raghavan—Anand never saw it wet, never made it drip like this. Talk more—tell me how it looks, how you’ll fuck it up.” Her tone was dirty, needy, breasts bouncing as she arched, revelations deepening: Dirty talk’s my drug; it’s making me wild, pussy leaking like a slut for him.
He grinned, eyes flashing with understanding—she loves the filth, gets hornier with every word, cock throbbing at her response.
“Oh, you’re a dirty girl, aren’t you? Love me talking about this fresh pussy—look at it clench, lips parting, wet and pink like it’s begging my tongue to dive in, stretch it wide.”
His finger circled her clit slow, teasing, not entering, his breath fanning her folds, making them twitch. “Why so fresh? That bastard ignored it—left it tight, untouched, a fucking gift for me.
I’m the lucky one—first to see this dripping hole, clit hard as a pearl, inner walls so pink they’re screaming for my cock.” His words dripped filth, eyes locked on her pussy, thumb pressing her clit lightly, making her buck.
She gasped, ass grinding into the wet sheets, pussy leaking a stream down her crack, voice wild.
“Fuck, yes—lucky you, first to see my pussy this wet, this fresh. Anand’s cock was limp, nothing. Yours—I felt it, massive, hard as fuck.” Her dirty talk matched his, pushing the heat, pussy gushing, clit throbbing so hard she could barely stand it.
This talk—fuck, it’s making me wilder, ready to squirt for him, she thought, revelations: He’s unlocking my filthiest side, and I’m his dirty queen.
He leaned closer, nose brushing her inner thigh, breath hot on her clit, making it pulse. “Next man after me? They’ll never see this freshness, Nivi.
I’m gonna destroy this tight pussy tonight—lick it raw, fuck it deep, stretch it ‘til it gapes, ruin it for anyone else. Promise—I’ll make this hole mine, fill it with my cum, leave it dripping, craving only me.”
His filthy promise sent her reeling, pussy clenching hard, leaking a flood, ass lifting, clit begging. Fuck, destroy it—make my pussy yours, ruin it forever, she thought, body trembling, revelations: I need this—wrecked, owned, his dirty slut.
“Ruin it—fuck, make it yours,” she gasped, voice raw, dirty, matching his intensity. “Lick my pussy, stretch it—make it drip only for you.” Her breasts heaved, nipples aching, pussy gushing onto the sheets, mind voices wild: His words are fire—I’m hornier, pussy soaking, ready to squirt.
He dove in, tongue flat against her pussy, licking slow from her ass to her clit, savoring every inch—outer lips, inner folds, the tight entrance, the swollen clit. His mouth was hot, wet, lapping her wetness, tasting her fresh essence, jasmine mixing with her raw scent.
“Fuck, so sweet—pink folds dripping, tight hole begging,” he murmured between licks, voice muffled against her pussy, vibrating her clit. His tongue probed deep, lapping her inner walls, sucking her lips one by one, then circling her clit hard, relentless.
His fingers joined—one, then two—thrusting slow, curling to hit her spot, stretching her gently while his mouth sucked her clit, filthy words spilling.
“This fresh pussy’s mine—look at it leak, clit hard for my tongue, gonna make it squirt, ruin it for good.”
She bucked wildly, moaning loud, pussy clenching around his fingers, leaking streams into his mouth, ass grinding into the soaked sheets. Fuck, his tongue—licking every fold, sucking my clit, fingers stretching my hole, she thought, body shaking, breasts bouncing.
His dirty talk pushed her higher—“Tight little hole, dripping so sweet, gonna make it gape with my cock”—making her pussy gush, clit throbbing under his tongue. He intensified—tongue diving deeper, lapping her walls, fingers thrusting faster, curling harder, mouth sucking her clit like a starving man.
“Gonna wreck this pussy, make it squirt all over me,” he growled, words muffled, lips vibrating her folds.
Her body tensed, pleasure building unbearable, pussy clenching violently around his fingers, clit pulsing under his tongue. Fuck, it’s coming—real, wild, squirting, she thought, No one’s done this, not Anand—first real orgasm, his to claim.
She shattered, a scream tearing from her throat, pussy erupting—not just cum but a flood, squirting hard, soaking his mouth, chin, neck, the sheets. He didn’t miss a drop—mouth latched tight, swallowing every squirt, tongue lapping furiously, fingers milking her through the waves, drinking her essence like a man possessed.
“Fuck, every drop’s mine—sweet, fresh, all for me,” he growled against her pussy, sucking the last spurts, her body trembling, ass lifting, breasts heaving.
She collapsed, gasping, pussy twitching aftershocks, leaking the final drops onto his tongue, sheets a mess beneath her. Her voice came breathy, raw, as she confessed,
“That... my first orgasm. Ever. Anand never—fuck, nothing like this, never made me squirt.” Revelations hit deep: He’s given me what no one could—ruined my pussy, reborn it for him.
He lifted his head, face glistening with her cum, eyes dark and smoldering. “First? Fuck, Nivi, I’m honored—and I’m not done ruining you.” The promise hung heavy, her body spent but aching for more.
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