17-08-2025, 04:13 PM
Chapter 29: Dawn's Tease
Nivi collapsed back onto the silk sheets, her body a trembling wreck, pussy still pulsing with faint aftershocks from the squirting orgasm that had left her drained and euphoric.
The babydoll was a tangled mess at the foot of the bed, her breasts heaving, nipples hard and sensitive in the cool air, ass sinking into the wet spot she'd created, thighs slick and parted, cum leaking slowly from her folds. Raghavan lay beside her, his cock spent but semi-hard, chest rising and falling, face glistening with her essence, boxers discarded on the floor.
Fuck, we both came hard—without even fucking, she thought, mind voices hazy with bliss. My first orgasm, squirting like a porn star, and he swallowed it all.
But him... I made him cum with my mouth, first time ever, and he exploded like he'd never felt it. Her pussy twitched, a subtle ache building already, revelations stirring: We're equals in this—both shattered by foreplay alone.
Raghavan pulled her close, his arm wrapping around her waist, hand resting possessively on her ass, fingers kneading gently, sensual. His cock brushed her thigh, still warm and thick, and she felt it twitch. "Fuck, Nivi," he murmured, voice rough, low, breath hot against her neck.
"We both came... without the main act. That's never happened to me—a woman making me explode before I even fuck her. Your mouth... god, you sucked me like a pro, throat tight, swallowing every drop. First time for you too?"
She nodded, turning to face him, breasts pressing his chest, nipples grazing his skin, her hand trailing down his stomach, fingers brushing his spent cock.
"Yeah... first ever orgasm for me. Anand never... nothing close. I squirted—fuck, it was wild, your tongue wrecking my pussy, fingers stretching me." Her voice was breathy, dirty, matching his tone, pussy tingling at the memory. Fuck, admitting it makes me hornier—submitting to how he ruined me, she thought, We broke each other with just mouths; imagine what his cock will do.
He chuckled low, hand sliding to her breast, thumb circling her nipple sensually, making it harden further. "Squirted like a filthy slut—sweet, fresh pussy gushing for me. I swallowed it all, didn't waste a drop. Anand's a fool; left you untouched, but fuck, it made you mine to break first."
His words were filthy, praising, his cock stirring against her thigh, hardening slowly. "And you—sucking my cock like that, gagging deep, first time? You owned it, made me cum harder than ever before penetration. Dirty girl, submitting so perfect."
She moaned softly, hand wrapping around his cock, stroking slow, feeling it thicken.
"Your cock... so big, hard—tasted like power. I watched porn, dreamed of it, but Anand hated blowjobs. Fuck, making you cum, swallowing your load... it was hot, submitting to your filth." Her tone was naughty, dirty, pussy wetting again, leaking onto his thigh. Fuck, talking like this—praising his cock, admitting my firsts—it's turning me on, ready for more, she thought, revelations: We're filthy together, no shame; this is us.
They lay there, bodies entwined, his hand roaming her ass, squeezing, fingers dipping between her cheeks sensually, her stroking his cock lazy, hardening it fully. But tiredness crept in, the night's foreplay draining them. "Main act soon," he said, voice low, naughty, "but fuck, I'm spent. Cuddle? Chit-chat, smoke—get ready slow." His thumb brushed her clit lightly, making her gasp, pussy clenching.
"Yes," she purred, pressing closer, breasts crushing his chest, ass grinding his hand. "Tired but horny—cuddle nude, talk dirty, smoke in bed." Fuck, yes—build it back, tease until we fuck, she thought, hand squeezing his cock. They shifted, him pulling her on top, her thighs straddling his, pussy pressing his hardening cock, breasts on his chest, nipples grazing.
He lit a cigarette from the bedside, handing it to her, taking one for himself, smoke curling as they inhaled. "Tell me more—your past innocence, how you bloomed dirty," he said, hand on her ass, squeezing, finger tracing her crack sensually.
She exhaled smoke, breasts rising, pussy grinding subtly on his cock. "Innocent? Yeah—flat, shy, Anand dazzled me young. But kids gave me curves, office woke the slut. Your talk... fuck, it makes me submit, hornier." Her voice dirty, hand stroking his cock slow. Fuck, nude, smoking, his hands on me—naughty, intimate, building the fire, she thought.
He groaned, thrusting up slightly, cock hard against her pussy. "Bloomed into this—tits full, ass perfect, pussy fresh but filthy. I was your father figure—now gossips call me daddy, and fuck, it fits. Dirty daddy owning your holes." His words filthy, hand slapping her ass lightly, finger dipping to her pussy entrance, teasing.
She moaned, smoke exhaling on his neck, breasts pressing harder, pussy leaking onto his cock. "Daddy? Fuck, yeah—from mentor to this... owning me, making me squirt. Gossips right—dirty daddy, wreck my pussy." Her dirty talk matched, grinding down, clit rubbing his shaft. Fuck, calling him daddy—filthy, submitting more, pussy dripping, she thought, revelations: This kink—his age, my submission—it's us.
They finished the cigarettes, tiredness fading to heat, but he suggested the balcony. "Fresh air—smoke nude, let the night see your curves." His hand squeezed her breast, thumb pinching nipple sensually.
"Yes," she breathed, standing, body nude and glowing—breasts bouncing, ass curved, pussy wet and pink, thighs slick. He followed, cock hard and bobbing, eyes on her sway. Fuck, nude outside—naughty, exposed, his touches coming, she thought.
On the balcony, cool air kissed her skin, nipples hardening to points, pussy feeling the breeze, clit throbbing. They lit cigarettes, leaning on the railing, his arm around her waist, hand sliding to her ass, squeezing, finger tracing her crack sensually. The lake shimmered below, stars fading as dawn hinted. "Your body's art—tits hard in the air, ass perfect," he growled, dirty, hand slapping her ass lightly.
She exhaled smoke, pressing back, ass grinding his cock. "Yours too—cock hard, ready to fuck. Night air makes me dirtier, submitting to you." Her voice naughty, hand reaching back, stroking his cock slow. Fuck, nude, smoking, his hands on me—teasing, building; sun's rising? We've spent the night on foreplay, she thought, revelations: Time flew in our filth; main act at dawn?
His touches turned naughtier—hand cupping her breast, pinching nipple, other finger dipping into her pussy shallow, thrusting slow. "Dirty slut—pussy wet in the open, clit begging." He growled, cock pressing her ass crack.
She moaned, smoke curling, ass grinding back, hand stroking faster. "Fuck, daddy—finger me deeper, make me submit." Their acts escalated—his finger thrusting, her hand pumping, bodies pressed, nude under the lightening sky.
As the second cigarette burned low, the horizon glowed pink, sun starting to rise. "Fuck," he said, voice low, "sun's up—we spent the whole night on foreplay, teasing, cumming without fucking."
She laughed breathy, turning, breasts pressing his chest. "Night gone—just mouths, hands... but worth it." Fuck, entire night foreplay—wild, she thought.
Then the door bell rang—sharp, unexpected. They froze, nude on the balcony, his finger still in her pussy, her hand on his cock, hearts stopping, the chapter ending on that frozen shock.
Continues...
Nivi collapsed back onto the silk sheets, her body a trembling wreck, pussy still pulsing with faint aftershocks from the squirting orgasm that had left her drained and euphoric.
The babydoll was a tangled mess at the foot of the bed, her breasts heaving, nipples hard and sensitive in the cool air, ass sinking into the wet spot she'd created, thighs slick and parted, cum leaking slowly from her folds. Raghavan lay beside her, his cock spent but semi-hard, chest rising and falling, face glistening with her essence, boxers discarded on the floor.
Fuck, we both came hard—without even fucking, she thought, mind voices hazy with bliss. My first orgasm, squirting like a porn star, and he swallowed it all.
But him... I made him cum with my mouth, first time ever, and he exploded like he'd never felt it. Her pussy twitched, a subtle ache building already, revelations stirring: We're equals in this—both shattered by foreplay alone.
Raghavan pulled her close, his arm wrapping around her waist, hand resting possessively on her ass, fingers kneading gently, sensual. His cock brushed her thigh, still warm and thick, and she felt it twitch. "Fuck, Nivi," he murmured, voice rough, low, breath hot against her neck.
"We both came... without the main act. That's never happened to me—a woman making me explode before I even fuck her. Your mouth... god, you sucked me like a pro, throat tight, swallowing every drop. First time for you too?"
She nodded, turning to face him, breasts pressing his chest, nipples grazing his skin, her hand trailing down his stomach, fingers brushing his spent cock.
"Yeah... first ever orgasm for me. Anand never... nothing close. I squirted—fuck, it was wild, your tongue wrecking my pussy, fingers stretching me." Her voice was breathy, dirty, matching his tone, pussy tingling at the memory. Fuck, admitting it makes me hornier—submitting to how he ruined me, she thought, We broke each other with just mouths; imagine what his cock will do.
He chuckled low, hand sliding to her breast, thumb circling her nipple sensually, making it harden further. "Squirted like a filthy slut—sweet, fresh pussy gushing for me. I swallowed it all, didn't waste a drop. Anand's a fool; left you untouched, but fuck, it made you mine to break first."
His words were filthy, praising, his cock stirring against her thigh, hardening slowly. "And you—sucking my cock like that, gagging deep, first time? You owned it, made me cum harder than ever before penetration. Dirty girl, submitting so perfect."
She moaned softly, hand wrapping around his cock, stroking slow, feeling it thicken.
"Your cock... so big, hard—tasted like power. I watched porn, dreamed of it, but Anand hated blowjobs. Fuck, making you cum, swallowing your load... it was hot, submitting to your filth." Her tone was naughty, dirty, pussy wetting again, leaking onto his thigh. Fuck, talking like this—praising his cock, admitting my firsts—it's turning me on, ready for more, she thought, revelations: We're filthy together, no shame; this is us.
They lay there, bodies entwined, his hand roaming her ass, squeezing, fingers dipping between her cheeks sensually, her stroking his cock lazy, hardening it fully. But tiredness crept in, the night's foreplay draining them. "Main act soon," he said, voice low, naughty, "but fuck, I'm spent. Cuddle? Chit-chat, smoke—get ready slow." His thumb brushed her clit lightly, making her gasp, pussy clenching.
"Yes," she purred, pressing closer, breasts crushing his chest, ass grinding his hand. "Tired but horny—cuddle nude, talk dirty, smoke in bed." Fuck, yes—build it back, tease until we fuck, she thought, hand squeezing his cock. They shifted, him pulling her on top, her thighs straddling his, pussy pressing his hardening cock, breasts on his chest, nipples grazing.
He lit a cigarette from the bedside, handing it to her, taking one for himself, smoke curling as they inhaled. "Tell me more—your past innocence, how you bloomed dirty," he said, hand on her ass, squeezing, finger tracing her crack sensually.
She exhaled smoke, breasts rising, pussy grinding subtly on his cock. "Innocent? Yeah—flat, shy, Anand dazzled me young. But kids gave me curves, office woke the slut. Your talk... fuck, it makes me submit, hornier." Her voice dirty, hand stroking his cock slow. Fuck, nude, smoking, his hands on me—naughty, intimate, building the fire, she thought.
He groaned, thrusting up slightly, cock hard against her pussy. "Bloomed into this—tits full, ass perfect, pussy fresh but filthy. I was your father figure—now gossips call me daddy, and fuck, it fits. Dirty daddy owning your holes." His words filthy, hand slapping her ass lightly, finger dipping to her pussy entrance, teasing.
She moaned, smoke exhaling on his neck, breasts pressing harder, pussy leaking onto his cock. "Daddy? Fuck, yeah—from mentor to this... owning me, making me squirt. Gossips right—dirty daddy, wreck my pussy." Her dirty talk matched, grinding down, clit rubbing his shaft. Fuck, calling him daddy—filthy, submitting more, pussy dripping, she thought, revelations: This kink—his age, my submission—it's us.
They finished the cigarettes, tiredness fading to heat, but he suggested the balcony. "Fresh air—smoke nude, let the night see your curves." His hand squeezed her breast, thumb pinching nipple sensually.
"Yes," she breathed, standing, body nude and glowing—breasts bouncing, ass curved, pussy wet and pink, thighs slick. He followed, cock hard and bobbing, eyes on her sway. Fuck, nude outside—naughty, exposed, his touches coming, she thought.
On the balcony, cool air kissed her skin, nipples hardening to points, pussy feeling the breeze, clit throbbing. They lit cigarettes, leaning on the railing, his arm around her waist, hand sliding to her ass, squeezing, finger tracing her crack sensually. The lake shimmered below, stars fading as dawn hinted. "Your body's art—tits hard in the air, ass perfect," he growled, dirty, hand slapping her ass lightly.
She exhaled smoke, pressing back, ass grinding his cock. "Yours too—cock hard, ready to fuck. Night air makes me dirtier, submitting to you." Her voice naughty, hand reaching back, stroking his cock slow. Fuck, nude, smoking, his hands on me—teasing, building; sun's rising? We've spent the night on foreplay, she thought, revelations: Time flew in our filth; main act at dawn?
His touches turned naughtier—hand cupping her breast, pinching nipple, other finger dipping into her pussy shallow, thrusting slow. "Dirty slut—pussy wet in the open, clit begging." He growled, cock pressing her ass crack.
She moaned, smoke curling, ass grinding back, hand stroking faster. "Fuck, daddy—finger me deeper, make me submit." Their acts escalated—his finger thrusting, her hand pumping, bodies pressed, nude under the lightening sky.
As the second cigarette burned low, the horizon glowed pink, sun starting to rise. "Fuck," he said, voice low, "sun's up—we spent the whole night on foreplay, teasing, cumming without fucking."
She laughed breathy, turning, breasts pressing his chest. "Night gone—just mouths, hands... but worth it." Fuck, entire night foreplay—wild, she thought.
Then the door bell rang—sharp, unexpected. They froze, nude on the balcony, his finger still in her pussy, her hand on his cock, hearts stopping, the chapter ending on that frozen shock.
Continues...