23-08-2025, 11:10 AM
She stood before him, the final thread of her dress undone by her own hands.
Like an ancient Ellora sculpture carved from a mountain of sugar, she a sweet lotus—physically unashamed, yet mentally shy.
Her gaze, unable to meet his, dropped as goosebumps rose across her skin and her heart thudded in her chest.
Bharat’s eyes became a mirror reflecting her beauty. His face was a mask of astonishment, his fingers trembled with desire, his heart sang with longing, and his mind drifted into a cloud of ecstasy.
‘Hara…’
““What””
‘Recite a poem.’
He leaned in, and i whispered something in his ear.
Immediately, Bharat rose, turning to see the golden urns behind her. He walked to her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and turned her to face the mirror.
A blush bloomed on Geeta’s cheeks. She curled her thighs, trying to hide her beauty.
Bharat’s lips brushed her right ear. “Miss…” he whispered.
“Mmm…”
{“Nightingale… when I meet you, I’ll see how you are and write a poem about your beauty.”
“That’s enough,” she whispered. “Maybe I’m not that beautiful.”
“You must be,” Haran said, his voice soft. “Your voice is beautiful, isn’t it?”}
For a moment, Geeta remembered Haran.
When she opened her eyes, Bharat’s adoring gaze pierced her heart. She was captivated by his words.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked. “You like poetry, don’t you? I read this in a book.”
“Did you win over Chandu with these words too?” she teased.
“Oh, didn’t you fall for them?”
Her eyes twinkled with shyness, and she hid her face with her hand. He traced his index finger along her waist, lifted her right elbow, smelled her armpit, and kissed the delicate folds there.
“Isss…” she moaned.
“Miss, I want this to be a moment we’ll never forget,” he said.
“What is it… you naughty boy… you made me stand here like this.”
His body, like a cobra, slithered onto hers, eclipsing the mirror. He gave her a warm kiss on the forehead and lifted her face. Geeta’s lips trembled hotly.
“Where did I find you?” she said. “What else will you do?”
“Miss, watch me kiss you in the mirror,” he whispered. “I know you’ll allow it. I know you trust me.”
“Puppy…” she murmured. “I’m so shy.”
“Why are you shy, Miss?” he asked.
“Don’t you know?”
“Miss, today I saw all of your beauty. I can’t describe how it feels.”
She looked down; his sword in his pajamas seemed to be pushing forward and might tear them.
“You will know,” she promised.
Those words excited Bharat. He took a deep breath and kissed her lips.
Geeta chewed his lips madly, held his head, and began to suck.
He grabbed her waist and pressed her against him. His hidden sword pricked her below her navel, and the heat from its tip seeped into her thighs.
“Umm… Miss, I’ll cover your whole body with kisses,” he groaned.
“Yeah, ummm…,” she breathed.
Their lips were locked. Their saliva became one as their passion reached its peak. While kissing, he put his hands under her cotton puffy buttocks and squeezed them up. With a thrill, she shrieked, “Aah…” as she released his lip.
“Not just your boobs, these also drive me crazy,” he said.
“You never told me for so long?” she asked.
“The time never came…”
“Gautam never said anything about them either.”
“Mr. Gautam didn’t see you in our class, did he?” he smirked.
“Meaning…?”
“When you can’t reach the board in class, you lift your leg to write… you should be seen then…”
“You naughty fellow, do you even listen in class?” she giggled.
“That’s why I came for tutoring.”
“I thought you were innocent, but you were acting all along, you naughty fellow,” she teased.
“No, not at all. You made me this way with your beauty. You kissed me, you naughty girl.”
“Dog, didn’t I tell you not to use ‘you’?” she chided. “I’m not your girlfriend.”
“Who cares about your permission… you called me your puppy, now give me a biscuit.”
“Rascal…”
Laughing intoxicated, she put her mouth in his with lust. As Bharat still kneaded her flesh, thrusting into her thighs, she couldn’t control herself and lifted her soles, climbing onto him. He lifted Geeta and, carrying her on the edge of his manhood, kissed her neck.
Geeta looked at herself in the mirror.
she smiled.
“Miss, get down,” he said.
She squeezed her thighs against Bharat. “Uh-uh…,” she protested.
“Miss, my pants are slipping.”
“Uh-uh…,” she insisted.
Enthralled, she surrendered to her womanly desire for his manhood. She was rubbing the ticklishness of her vertical lips with sweet sweat on his clothed hard-on.
Bharat held her buttocks in a daze, searching for a better grip. Gradually, his member from his pants rubbed her lotus flower, like a whirlwind.
Geeta in the mirror: “Hey…. get down…”
Blood boiled in Bharat as her body’s delicacy, her beautiful softness, and the intoxication of her kisses led him astray.
In an attempt to get his slipping pants down, he lifted Geeta a little forward.
Startled, Geeta lowered her legs and stopped, standing an inch away. She took Bharat’s right hand and placed it between her thighs.
“Miss, is this okay?” he asked.
“Yes, please…,” she begged.
He found her clitoris with the tip of his index finger among her small hairs and pressed it.
“Aaaah…,” she screamed her voice thick.
He covered her mouth. “Shh… Miss…”
Both faced towards the mirror.
He began to slightly stroke her vagina between her thighs while thrusting his pole into her hips from behind. Geeta’s honey moistened his fingerprints.
“Aah…” she moaned.
With his left hand, he held her left boob, and with his right, he caressed her itch with desire.
Looking at herself in the mirror, delighted by her little lover’s naughty remarks, she bit her lip, joined her finger with his, and pushed her index finger a half-inch below her clitoris into her core.
She jerked her waist, folded her thighs, twisted her neck, and writhed like a mermaid.
“Mmmm… Bittu…”
“Umm, tell me, Miss… like this?” he asked.
“Mmmmm…” she nodded vertically with her eyes closed.
Like an ancient Ellora sculpture carved from a mountain of sugar, she a sweet lotus—physically unashamed, yet mentally shy.
Her gaze, unable to meet his, dropped as goosebumps rose across her skin and her heart thudded in her chest.
Bharat’s eyes became a mirror reflecting her beauty. His face was a mask of astonishment, his fingers trembled with desire, his heart sang with longing, and his mind drifted into a cloud of ecstasy.
‘Hara…’
““What””
‘Recite a poem.’
He leaned in, and i whispered something in his ear.
Immediately, Bharat rose, turning to see the golden urns behind her. He walked to her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and turned her to face the mirror.
A blush bloomed on Geeta’s cheeks. She curled her thighs, trying to hide her beauty.
Bharat’s lips brushed her right ear. “Miss…” he whispered.
“Mmm…”
“I’m not a sculptor to carve your curves. (biting her earlobe.)
I’m not a painter to draw your charms. (licking her neck.)
I’m not Indra to keep you as an Apsara. ( kissing her neck.)
I’m not Bramha to create you again. (licked the bone below her braid.)
I don’t know magic, or I would cast a spell on you. (licking the sweat on spine.)
A poet perhaps, for you; I’m short of words, or else I would praise you more.”
{“Nightingale… when I meet you, I’ll see how you are and write a poem about your beauty.”
“That’s enough,” she whispered. “Maybe I’m not that beautiful.”
“You must be,” Haran said, his voice soft. “Your voice is beautiful, isn’t it?”}
For a moment, Geeta remembered Haran.
When she opened her eyes, Bharat’s adoring gaze pierced her heart. She was captivated by his words.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked. “You like poetry, don’t you? I read this in a book.”
“Did you win over Chandu with these words too?” she teased.
“Oh, didn’t you fall for them?”
Her eyes twinkled with shyness, and she hid her face with her hand. He traced his index finger along her waist, lifted her right elbow, smelled her armpit, and kissed the delicate folds there.
“Isss…” she moaned.
“Miss, I want this to be a moment we’ll never forget,” he said.
“What is it… you naughty boy… you made me stand here like this.”
His body, like a cobra, slithered onto hers, eclipsing the mirror. He gave her a warm kiss on the forehead and lifted her face. Geeta’s lips trembled hotly.
“Where did I find you?” she said. “What else will you do?”
“Miss, watch me kiss you in the mirror,” he whispered. “I know you’ll allow it. I know you trust me.”
“Puppy…” she murmured. “I’m so shy.”
“Why are you shy, Miss?” he asked.
“Don’t you know?”
“Miss, today I saw all of your beauty. I can’t describe how it feels.”
She looked down; his sword in his pajamas seemed to be pushing forward and might tear them.
“You will know,” she promised.
Those words excited Bharat. He took a deep breath and kissed her lips.
Geeta chewed his lips madly, held his head, and began to suck.
He grabbed her waist and pressed her against him. His hidden sword pricked her below her navel, and the heat from its tip seeped into her thighs.
“Umm… Miss, I’ll cover your whole body with kisses,” he groaned.
“Yeah, ummm…,” she breathed.
Their lips were locked. Their saliva became one as their passion reached its peak. While kissing, he put his hands under her cotton puffy buttocks and squeezed them up. With a thrill, she shrieked, “Aah…” as she released his lip.
“Not just your boobs, these also drive me crazy,” he said.
“You never told me for so long?” she asked.
“The time never came…”
“Gautam never said anything about them either.”
“Mr. Gautam didn’t see you in our class, did he?” he smirked.
“Meaning…?”
“When you can’t reach the board in class, you lift your leg to write… you should be seen then…”
“You naughty fellow, do you even listen in class?” she giggled.
“That’s why I came for tutoring.”
“I thought you were innocent, but you were acting all along, you naughty fellow,” she teased.
“No, not at all. You made me this way with your beauty. You kissed me, you naughty girl.”
“Dog, didn’t I tell you not to use ‘you’?” she chided. “I’m not your girlfriend.”
“Who cares about your permission… you called me your puppy, now give me a biscuit.”
“Rascal…”
Laughing intoxicated, she put her mouth in his with lust. As Bharat still kneaded her flesh, thrusting into her thighs, she couldn’t control herself and lifted her soles, climbing onto him. He lifted Geeta and, carrying her on the edge of his manhood, kissed her neck.
Geeta looked at herself in the mirror.
‘You shameless girl…’
she smiled.
“Miss, get down,” he said.
She squeezed her thighs against Bharat. “Uh-uh…,” she protested.
“Miss, my pants are slipping.”
“Uh-uh…,” she insisted.
Enthralled, she surrendered to her womanly desire for his manhood. She was rubbing the ticklishness of her vertical lips with sweet sweat on his clothed hard-on.
Bharat held her buttocks in a daze, searching for a better grip. Gradually, his member from his pants rubbed her lotus flower, like a whirlwind.
Geeta in the mirror: “Hey…. get down…”
Blood boiled in Bharat as her body’s delicacy, her beautiful softness, and the intoxication of her kisses led him astray.
In an attempt to get his slipping pants down, he lifted Geeta a little forward.
Startled, Geeta lowered her legs and stopped, standing an inch away. She took Bharat’s right hand and placed it between her thighs.
“Miss, is this okay?” he asked.
“Yes, please…,” she begged.
He found her clitoris with the tip of his index finger among her small hairs and pressed it.
“Aaaah…,” she screamed her voice thick.
He covered her mouth. “Shh… Miss…”
Both faced towards the mirror.
He began to slightly stroke her vagina between her thighs while thrusting his pole into her hips from behind. Geeta’s honey moistened his fingerprints.
“Aah…” she moaned.
With his left hand, he held her left boob, and with his right, he caressed her itch with desire.
Looking at herself in the mirror, delighted by her little lover’s naughty remarks, she bit her lip, joined her finger with his, and pushed her index finger a half-inch below her clitoris into her core.
She jerked her waist, folded her thighs, twisted her neck, and writhed like a mermaid.
“Mmmm… Bittu…”
“Umm, tell me, Miss… like this?” he asked.
“Mmmmm…” she nodded vertically with her eyes closed.
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