21-08-2025, 08:35 PM
Chapter 40: Mouth on Fire - Part 2
The drive after work was thick with tension, Mohan’s car a quiet stage for their game, his voice low as they left the office. “Nivi, thought about your technique? 20 minutes is a marathon—hope those lips are ready to impress.”
His eyes flicked to her, naughty and challenging, hand resting on the gear shift near her thigh, fingers twitching with anticipation.
She laughed, voice sultry, leaning toward him slightly.
“Impress? Mohan, you’re the one who crumbled last time. My mouth’s got moves you can’t handle.”
Her tone was bold, teasing, her hands brushing her thighs subtly, stoking the heat. Fuck, this bet—his cock in my mouth, my power to make him break, she thought, her body buzzing with the stakes, her mind dancing with the thrill of control and surrender.
He grinned, voice dropping. “Moves? I’m tougher than you think, Nivi. Those lips better bring it—gonna make you work.”
His words were naughty, eyes lingering on her lips, implying the intensity to come. Fuck, he’s cocky—thinking he’ll outlast me, she thought, her fire flaring, a naughty spark urging her to prove him wrong.
“Work? You’ll be begging before I’m done,” she teased, voice low, turning to let her shoulder angle toward him, a controlled invitation.
They veered to the secluded spot—trees shading the darkness, city lights distant, only the car’s headlights casting a dim, intimate glow. “Time to pay up,” Mohan said, stepping out, opening her door with a playful grin, his eyes burning with hunger.
Nivi got out, heart racing, the cool night air brushing her skin, her body alive with the bet’s stakes. Fuck, 20 minutes—my mouth, his cock, every trick I’ve got, she thought, stepping close, eyes locked on his, naughty and determined to win.
She knelt, bold and deliberate, hands tugging his pants down, his cock springing free—long, thick, veins pulsing under taut skin, the head flushed and glistening with pre-cum, heavy balls tight below. Fuck, it’s gorgeous—big, hard as steel, throbbing for my mouth, she thought, her body buzzing, lips parting as she leaned in, tongue flicking the head, lapping the salty, musky pre-cum, savoring its heat. It’s thicker than I expected, filling my sight, begging to be worshipped, she thought, her fire surging as she started slow, teasing, lips brushing the tip, tongue swirling the slit, tasting every bead of pre-cum.
She unleashed every trick—memories of porn flashing, lessons in control from her past explorations—sucking the head hard, lips sealing tight, tongue tracing the ridge under the tip, slow and deliberate to drive him wild.
“Fuck, Nivi—your mouth’s a fucking dream,” Mohan groaned, voice rough, hands threading into her hair, guiding gently, his cock twitching as she bobbed shallow, then deeper, gagging softly but pushing through, nose grazing his base.
Fuck, he’s so hard—veins pulsing, head swelling in my mouth, she thought, her hands roaming, one cupping his balls, rolling them gently, feeling their weight, the other stroking the base, twisting with a slow, firm grip.
His dirty talk fueled her, voice low and raw.
“That’s it, dirty girl—suck that cock deep, choke on it, make it yours. Those lips were made for this, weren’t they?”
His words sent a thrill through her, her body heating, ass shifting as she knelt, breasts bouncing with her bobs. Fuck, his voice—calling me dirty, owning my mouth—it’s pushing me, she thought, intensifying—cheeks hollowing, tongue flicking his slit, then diving deep, gagging loud, saliva dripping down her chin, coating his cock, a messy trail to his balls.
“Goddamn, Nivi—swallow that dick, make it wet, you’re my slut tonight,” he growled, hips twitching, guiding her deeper.
She pushed kinkier, testing her limits—pulling back to spit on his cock, slicking it wetter, lips sliding smoother, then deepthroating, throat constricting, gagging hard but holding, nose pressed to his base, tongue flicking his balls.
Fuck, it’s huge—stretching my throat, so fucking thick, she thought, her hands exploring, one squeezing his balls, tugging gently, the other tracing his inner thighs, nails grazing, pulling deeper moans.
She added porn-inspired flair—moaning against his cock, vibrations humming through him, eyes locked on his, showing her power, lips stretching wide, spit dripping to her chest, staining her kurti.
“Fuck, you’re filthy—choke on that cock, make it pulse,” Mohan groaned, voice breaking, his hands tightening in her hair, hips rocking slightly.
She went wilder—sucking hard, then soft, teasing the head with quick flicks, then plunging deep, throat open, gagging loud, her hands twisting faster, one finger daringly brushing his perineum, a kinky move that made him shudder.
Fuck, he’s shaking—cock throbbing, veins like steel, but holding, she thought, amazed, her jaw aching, mouth relentless. She tried dirtier—humming low, vibrations pulsing through his cock, lips sucking the tip like a lollipop, then diving deep, throat squeezing, spit pooling on the ground.
Minutes stretched, her mouth a machine—alternating slow licks, circling the head, then frantic deepthroats, gagging until tears pricked her eyes, saliva coating his cock, dripping to his balls.
“God, Nivi—your throat’s tight, sucking me like a fucking star,” he gasped, voice raw, his cock swelling bigger, head pulsing in her mouth.
Fuck, it’s massive—stretching my lips, so hard it hurts, but I’m owning it, she thought, pushing harder, one hand stroking fast, twisting, the other tugging his balls, nails grazing, her tongue swirling wild, nipping the tip softly, a risky move that drew a deep groan.
She added kinky play—pulling off to kiss his shaft, licking the veins, sucking each ball gently, then back to the head, spit-slick lips gliding, her hands roaming his ass, squeezing, pulling him deeper. Fuck, every trick—porn, my fire, all in—he’s gotta break, she thought, her body buzzing, breasts bouncing with her bobs, nipples hard against her fabric.
Mohan’s dirty talk pushed harder—“Suck it, slut—make that cock cum, throat it like you mean it”—his voice breaking, hips thrusting shallow, but he held, her amazement growing. Fuck, his control—cock like iron, pulsing but not breaking, she thought, her jaw aching, mouth relentless, time ticking past 20 minutes, then 25, her fire surging at his endurance.
She went all out—deepthroating until she choked, spit dripping to her chest, hands twisting, balls massaged, finger brushing his perineum again, then daringly circling his rim, a filthy move that made him groan loud, body shaking. Fuck, he’s close—cock swelling, veins throbbing, but still holding, she thought, amazed, her mouth a blur, lips tight, throat open, sucking like a porn star, moaning against him, vibrations pulsing, eyes locked on his, showing her dominance.
“Fucking hell, Nivi—gonna flood that mouth, keep sucking,” he growled, voice ragged, but he held, pushing past 28 minutes, her jaw screaming, her fire wild.
Finally, at 32 minutes, he broke, groaning deep, cum shooting down her throat, hot, thick, endless ropes filling her mouth, spilling over her lips. She swallowed greedily, milking every drop, lips tight, tongue lapping the head clean, savoring the salty heat, her hands squeezing his thighs.
Fuck, so much cum—thick, hot, mine, she thought, her body buzzing, amazed at his endurance, her power still alive despite the loss.
She pulled back, lips glistening, breathless, voice sultry.
“Fuck, Mohan—you lasted... fucking iron.” Her tone was teasing, but awe laced it, her body humming with the intensity. He panted, cock twitching, voice rough.
“Told you—your mouth’s fire, but I’m tougher. Fucking incredible, Nivi.”
They got in the car, her teasing lighter now.
“Iron man, huh? My mouth nearly broke you,” she said, winking, the thrill of her effort lingering.
The drive home was quiet, her mind racing: Fuck, I gave everything—porn tricks, kinky play, my fire—and he held 30 minutes. His cock—thick, pulsing, a beast—matched my power, but I’m still queen.
The chapter closed on her conflicted thrill, Mohan’s victory a new claim, her fire burning wild, Raghavan’s absence a distant echo.
Continues...
The drive after work was thick with tension, Mohan’s car a quiet stage for their game, his voice low as they left the office. “Nivi, thought about your technique? 20 minutes is a marathon—hope those lips are ready to impress.”
His eyes flicked to her, naughty and challenging, hand resting on the gear shift near her thigh, fingers twitching with anticipation.
She laughed, voice sultry, leaning toward him slightly.
“Impress? Mohan, you’re the one who crumbled last time. My mouth’s got moves you can’t handle.”
Her tone was bold, teasing, her hands brushing her thighs subtly, stoking the heat. Fuck, this bet—his cock in my mouth, my power to make him break, she thought, her body buzzing with the stakes, her mind dancing with the thrill of control and surrender.
He grinned, voice dropping. “Moves? I’m tougher than you think, Nivi. Those lips better bring it—gonna make you work.”
His words were naughty, eyes lingering on her lips, implying the intensity to come. Fuck, he’s cocky—thinking he’ll outlast me, she thought, her fire flaring, a naughty spark urging her to prove him wrong.
“Work? You’ll be begging before I’m done,” she teased, voice low, turning to let her shoulder angle toward him, a controlled invitation.
They veered to the secluded spot—trees shading the darkness, city lights distant, only the car’s headlights casting a dim, intimate glow. “Time to pay up,” Mohan said, stepping out, opening her door with a playful grin, his eyes burning with hunger.
Nivi got out, heart racing, the cool night air brushing her skin, her body alive with the bet’s stakes. Fuck, 20 minutes—my mouth, his cock, every trick I’ve got, she thought, stepping close, eyes locked on his, naughty and determined to win.
She knelt, bold and deliberate, hands tugging his pants down, his cock springing free—long, thick, veins pulsing under taut skin, the head flushed and glistening with pre-cum, heavy balls tight below. Fuck, it’s gorgeous—big, hard as steel, throbbing for my mouth, she thought, her body buzzing, lips parting as she leaned in, tongue flicking the head, lapping the salty, musky pre-cum, savoring its heat. It’s thicker than I expected, filling my sight, begging to be worshipped, she thought, her fire surging as she started slow, teasing, lips brushing the tip, tongue swirling the slit, tasting every bead of pre-cum.
She unleashed every trick—memories of porn flashing, lessons in control from her past explorations—sucking the head hard, lips sealing tight, tongue tracing the ridge under the tip, slow and deliberate to drive him wild.
“Fuck, Nivi—your mouth’s a fucking dream,” Mohan groaned, voice rough, hands threading into her hair, guiding gently, his cock twitching as she bobbed shallow, then deeper, gagging softly but pushing through, nose grazing his base.
Fuck, he’s so hard—veins pulsing, head swelling in my mouth, she thought, her hands roaming, one cupping his balls, rolling them gently, feeling their weight, the other stroking the base, twisting with a slow, firm grip.
His dirty talk fueled her, voice low and raw.
“That’s it, dirty girl—suck that cock deep, choke on it, make it yours. Those lips were made for this, weren’t they?”
His words sent a thrill through her, her body heating, ass shifting as she knelt, breasts bouncing with her bobs. Fuck, his voice—calling me dirty, owning my mouth—it’s pushing me, she thought, intensifying—cheeks hollowing, tongue flicking his slit, then diving deep, gagging loud, saliva dripping down her chin, coating his cock, a messy trail to his balls.
“Goddamn, Nivi—swallow that dick, make it wet, you’re my slut tonight,” he growled, hips twitching, guiding her deeper.
She pushed kinkier, testing her limits—pulling back to spit on his cock, slicking it wetter, lips sliding smoother, then deepthroating, throat constricting, gagging hard but holding, nose pressed to his base, tongue flicking his balls.
Fuck, it’s huge—stretching my throat, so fucking thick, she thought, her hands exploring, one squeezing his balls, tugging gently, the other tracing his inner thighs, nails grazing, pulling deeper moans.
She added porn-inspired flair—moaning against his cock, vibrations humming through him, eyes locked on his, showing her power, lips stretching wide, spit dripping to her chest, staining her kurti.
“Fuck, you’re filthy—choke on that cock, make it pulse,” Mohan groaned, voice breaking, his hands tightening in her hair, hips rocking slightly.
She went wilder—sucking hard, then soft, teasing the head with quick flicks, then plunging deep, throat open, gagging loud, her hands twisting faster, one finger daringly brushing his perineum, a kinky move that made him shudder.
Fuck, he’s shaking—cock throbbing, veins like steel, but holding, she thought, amazed, her jaw aching, mouth relentless. She tried dirtier—humming low, vibrations pulsing through his cock, lips sucking the tip like a lollipop, then diving deep, throat squeezing, spit pooling on the ground.
Minutes stretched, her mouth a machine—alternating slow licks, circling the head, then frantic deepthroats, gagging until tears pricked her eyes, saliva coating his cock, dripping to his balls.
“God, Nivi—your throat’s tight, sucking me like a fucking star,” he gasped, voice raw, his cock swelling bigger, head pulsing in her mouth.
Fuck, it’s massive—stretching my lips, so hard it hurts, but I’m owning it, she thought, pushing harder, one hand stroking fast, twisting, the other tugging his balls, nails grazing, her tongue swirling wild, nipping the tip softly, a risky move that drew a deep groan.
She added kinky play—pulling off to kiss his shaft, licking the veins, sucking each ball gently, then back to the head, spit-slick lips gliding, her hands roaming his ass, squeezing, pulling him deeper. Fuck, every trick—porn, my fire, all in—he’s gotta break, she thought, her body buzzing, breasts bouncing with her bobs, nipples hard against her fabric.
Mohan’s dirty talk pushed harder—“Suck it, slut—make that cock cum, throat it like you mean it”—his voice breaking, hips thrusting shallow, but he held, her amazement growing. Fuck, his control—cock like iron, pulsing but not breaking, she thought, her jaw aching, mouth relentless, time ticking past 20 minutes, then 25, her fire surging at his endurance.
She went all out—deepthroating until she choked, spit dripping to her chest, hands twisting, balls massaged, finger brushing his perineum again, then daringly circling his rim, a filthy move that made him groan loud, body shaking. Fuck, he’s close—cock swelling, veins throbbing, but still holding, she thought, amazed, her mouth a blur, lips tight, throat open, sucking like a porn star, moaning against him, vibrations pulsing, eyes locked on his, showing her dominance.
“Fucking hell, Nivi—gonna flood that mouth, keep sucking,” he growled, voice ragged, but he held, pushing past 28 minutes, her jaw screaming, her fire wild.
Finally, at 32 minutes, he broke, groaning deep, cum shooting down her throat, hot, thick, endless ropes filling her mouth, spilling over her lips. She swallowed greedily, milking every drop, lips tight, tongue lapping the head clean, savoring the salty heat, her hands squeezing his thighs.
Fuck, so much cum—thick, hot, mine, she thought, her body buzzing, amazed at his endurance, her power still alive despite the loss.
She pulled back, lips glistening, breathless, voice sultry.
“Fuck, Mohan—you lasted... fucking iron.” Her tone was teasing, but awe laced it, her body humming with the intensity. He panted, cock twitching, voice rough.
“Told you—your mouth’s fire, but I’m tougher. Fucking incredible, Nivi.”
They got in the car, her teasing lighter now.
“Iron man, huh? My mouth nearly broke you,” she said, winking, the thrill of her effort lingering.
The drive home was quiet, her mind racing: Fuck, I gave everything—porn tricks, kinky play, my fire—and he held 30 minutes. His cock—thick, pulsing, a beast—matched my power, but I’m still queen.
The chapter closed on her conflicted thrill, Mohan’s victory a new claim, her fire burning wild, Raghavan’s absence a distant echo.
Continues...
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