23-08-2025, 09:06 PM
Deepak's Dad slowly lifted his head, his lips glistening with My Mom’s wetness, and crawled up her body, leaving a trail of kisses across her waist and breasts before reaching her lips. He hovered close, his breath hot, his eyes burning with desire.
My Mom, still shivering from her orgasm, pulled his face down and kissed him deeply. The moment their mouths met, she tasted herself on his tongue—thick, salty, intoxicating. Her moan vibrated into his mouth as she clutched his hair tighter.
“Sir… you’re making me taste my own pussy…” she gasped between kisses, her tongue desperately searching his.
Deepak's Dad groaned, pressing his body onto hers, his hardness rubbing against her belly. “Sudha… your taste on my tongue is driving me crazy… I want you again… I can’t stop…”
Her hands roamed down his back, pulling him closer, her thighs spreading wider as if inviting him in. Their lips moved hungrily, wet and desperate, while Deepak's Dad ground his hips against her, his cock throbbing against her navel.
“Sudha… kiss me harder… taste yourself… feel how mad you’re making me…” he whispered, before sealing his mouth over hers again, their tongues dancing wildly.
Deepak's Dad pulled back slightly, his chest heaving, his lips still wet from their frantic kissing. His hands slid down to the waistband of his pants and removed his t-shirt and got naked. His cock stood fully erect, heavy and throbbing, as his eyes devoured My Mom’s trembling body lying before him.
Slowly, he spread My Mom’s thighs apart, his palms sliding along her smooth skin. His gaze travelled lower—past her navel, past her pussy—and then settled on the tight, forbidden opening of her asshole.
He leaned closer, his breath brushing against her, and whispered with awe, “Sudha… your asshole… it’s so perfect… so beautiful… like a hidden jewel.”
My Mom’s entire body shivered. Her cheeks turned crimson, and she tried to close her thighs out of sheer shyness, but Deepak's Dad held them apart firmly, his eyes locked on her most intimate place.
“Don’t hide from me… you don’t know how much it excites me to see you like this,” he murmured, his fingers gently caressing the edges of her Ass, spreading them wider to admire the view even more.
My Mom turned her face away, blushing deeply, her lips trembling as she whispered, “Sir… don’t praise that part of me… I feel so shy…”
But Deepak's Dad only smiled, bending lower, his lips brushing against the softness of her inner thigh, his voice husky, “Sudhaa… your shyness makes you even more irresistible… your asshole is the most tempting sight I’ve ever seen.”
Deepak's Dad’s eyes lingered as he knelt between My Mom’s spread thighs, his naked body looming close. He leaned in, not touching yet, just gazing with raw intensity at her asshole. His lips parted as though he had found something sacred.
“Sudha… look at this,” he murmured, his voice low and awestruck, “your asshole is so perfect… so tight, so clean… so beautiful.”
Her cheeks flushed deep red. She instinctively tried to close her thighs in shyness, but his hands held them apart firmly, making her more aware of his gaze. She turned her face away, embarrassed yet trembling with the thrill of his worship.
“Don’t hide it, Sudha,” Deepak's Dad whispered again, his breath warm on her skin, “I could stare at this forever. It’s driving me crazy, the way your pussy and asshole look together.”
My Mom bit her lip, her heart racing, the heat rising in her chest. She covered her face with her palm for a moment, unable to meet his eyes, her blush spreading across her neck. Her body betrayed her, though—her hips shifted restlessly, as if inviting more of his attention.
Deepak's Dad chuckled softly, running his fingers along the inside of her thigh, not touching her yet, simply watching her blush deepen. “You have no idea how sexy you look right now,” he said, his tone dripping with desire. “Even your blush makes me want you more.”
Deepak's Dad’s eyes stayed fixed on the spot between My Mom’s Ass, his naked body trembling with excitement as he took in the sight. He lowered himself slightly, his voice husky and filled with awe as he whispered, “Sudha… my god… your asshole is so beautiful. It’s tight, pink, and shining… I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to see it so close.”
My Mom hid her face with her hands, her cheeks turning crimson, her chest heaving with embarrassment and arousal. “Sir… don’t say like that…” she mumbled softly, but her thighs quivered as they instinctively parted wider for him.
Deepak's Dad moved closer, his face just inches away, his breath brushing over her skin. “No, Sudha… you don’t understand. Every part of you is gorgeous, but this… this little hole is driving me insane. It’s so delicate, so perfect… I want to worship it.”
My Mom let out a nervous laugh, her lips trembling. “Sir… you’re making me blush so much…” she admitted, trying to hide her red face but unable to stop her hips from arching slightly as if offering herself to his gaze.
Deepak's Dad’s hand gently caressed her Ass, spreading her softly, his voice thick with hunger. “Sudha… your asshole is like a forbidden jewel. Just looking at it makes me crazy… I’ve never seen anything as tempting. The way it winks at me when you breathe… you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”
Her whole body heated under his words, her face glowing as she whispered, “Sir… please… stop praising like that… I can’t handle it…” but her eyes, half-shut and wet with desire, betrayed how much his admiration was breaking her shyness and pulling her deeper into the moment.
Deepak's Dad stayed on his knees between My Mom’s open thighs, his eyes fixed on the secret spot he had just revealed. His gaze roamed slowly from her wet pussy lips down to her tight little asshole, and he couldn’t stop himself from smiling.
“Sudha… look at you,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe. “Your pussy is already shining with desire… and this tiny hole… so perfect, so delicate. Do you even know how beautiful your asshole looks right now? Like a hidden treasure meant only for me.”
My Mom bit her lower lip hard, her cheeks glowing deep red as she lowered her eyes, unable to meet his intense stare.
“Sir… don’t say like that…” she murmured, her voice trembling.
But Deepak's Dad leaned closer, still not touching, still only drinking in the sight. “Why not? I want you to know exactly what I see. This pink, tight hole… it makes me lose my breath. It looks so pure, so untouched… and it belongs to you, my gorgeous Sudha. Do you know how lucky I feel right now, just admiring you like this?”
Her whole body shivered, her thighs tightening slightly in reflex, but she didn’t close them. The blush spread all over her face and neck as she whispered, “Sir… you’re embarrassing me…”
He chuckled softly, still keeping his eyes locked there. “No, Sudha… I’m worshipping you. Your asshole is like a jewel between your Ass… so perfect, so inviting. I can’t take my eyes away. You’re making me crazy just by letting me look.”
My Mom’s hands flew up to cover part of her face, her ears turning crimson. She gasped, “Sir… you’ll make me die of shyness…”
But Deepak's Dad only smiled wider, his voice firm, reverent, and dripping with lust. “Die of shyness? No, my Sudha… you’ll make me die of desire. This sight… your pussy and your asshole open before me… it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
He still hadn’t touched—only admired, only spoken—drawing her deeper into blushing helplessness as his words burned into her.
Deepak's Dad stayed crouched between My Mom’s spread legs, his eyes fixed, his voice heavy with raw desire. “Sudha… do you even know how rare it is to see something this perfect? Your asshole is so tiny, so pink, so smooth… it looks like it was made to be adored.”
My Mom hid her face against her arm, her cheeks burning, her lips curling into a shy smile even as her body trembled under his gaze.
Deepak's Dad leaned a little closer, his breath teasing her skin but still not touching. “It’s winking at me every time you move, like it wants me to never look away. I swear, Sudha, I could just stay here and worship it for hours. You’re driving me crazy with how beautiful you are.”
My Mom let out a soft, embarrassed laugh, her blush deepening, her thighs quivering as she fought to stay still. “Sir… don’t talk like that,” she whispered, though her voice betrayed her shyness more than protest.
He grinned wickedly, his eyes not leaving her. “No, I have to say it. Every inch of you is making me lose my mind, but this… this little jewel between your Ass… it’s beyond anything I imagined. You’re perfect, Sudha. Absolutely perfect.”
Her breath caught, her chest rising and falling, too shy to meet his gaze yet secretly thrilled at being so openly worshipped.
Deepak's Dad’s eyes stayed on My Mom’s exposed Ass for another moment, then his trembling hand slowly reached forward. With the gentlest motion, he used his finger to touch the outer edge of her asshole, soft and careful.
My Mom gasped sharply, her whole body shivering. Her Ass clenched tight under his touch, her voice muffled but trembling. “Shivvaa… oh god…”
Deepak's Dad’s breath grew heavy. “So warm… Sudha, it feels so smooth, so perfect,” he whispered, moving his finger in small circles around her asshole without pushing inside, just teasing her.
Her thighs trembled, her hands gripped the sheets, and she let out a helpless moan, caught between shame and the strange pleasure that his gentle touch stirred.
“Don’t be shy… just feel me,” Deepak's Dad coaxed, his finger continuing to trace slowly, savoring every twitch of her sensitive little hole.
Deepak's Dad stood firmly between her spread thighs, his eyes locked hungrily on the soft, tight ring of her asshole. With his right hand, he slid his middle finger lower and rubbed it gently over the tiny opening, circling it slowly.
My Mom’s body arched at the sensation, her breath catching.
“Mmmmhh… aahhh… Shivvaa… ohhh…” she moaned, her voice echoing in the room.
He kept staring, mesmerized by the way her hole twitched under his touch, his fingertip gliding over it again and again.
“Aaahhh… mmmhhhhh… ahhh…” My Mom’s moans grew louder, her Ass tightening as the teasing became unbearable.
Deepak's Dad’s eyes never left her exposed Ass and the tiny, tempting ring between them. His right middle finger rubbed her asshole in slow circles, pressing just enough to make her body twitch.
He spoke in a low, rough voice, “Sudha… your asshole is so beautiful… so tight… it’s winking at me.”
My Mom’s eyes shut tight, her cheeks burning red as she gasped.
“Mmmmhh… ahhh… Deepak's Dad… don’t say that… it’s so embarrassing…” she moaned, her voice trembling.
But his finger didn’t stop. He pressed a little harder, circling her hole deliberately.
“Look at how it twitches when I touch it… so soft, so perfect… I can’t take my eyes off it,” Deepak's Dad groaned, his breathing heavy.
My Mom let out a helpless cry, her thighs quivering, “Aaaahhh… mmmhhhhh… Deepak's Dad… ohhh… don’t… it feels so strange… mmmhh… ahhh…”
My Mom, still shivering from her orgasm, pulled his face down and kissed him deeply. The moment their mouths met, she tasted herself on his tongue—thick, salty, intoxicating. Her moan vibrated into his mouth as she clutched his hair tighter.
“Sir… you’re making me taste my own pussy…” she gasped between kisses, her tongue desperately searching his.
Deepak's Dad groaned, pressing his body onto hers, his hardness rubbing against her belly. “Sudha… your taste on my tongue is driving me crazy… I want you again… I can’t stop…”
Her hands roamed down his back, pulling him closer, her thighs spreading wider as if inviting him in. Their lips moved hungrily, wet and desperate, while Deepak's Dad ground his hips against her, his cock throbbing against her navel.
“Sudha… kiss me harder… taste yourself… feel how mad you’re making me…” he whispered, before sealing his mouth over hers again, their tongues dancing wildly.
Deepak's Dad pulled back slightly, his chest heaving, his lips still wet from their frantic kissing. His hands slid down to the waistband of his pants and removed his t-shirt and got naked. His cock stood fully erect, heavy and throbbing, as his eyes devoured My Mom’s trembling body lying before him.
Slowly, he spread My Mom’s thighs apart, his palms sliding along her smooth skin. His gaze travelled lower—past her navel, past her pussy—and then settled on the tight, forbidden opening of her asshole.
He leaned closer, his breath brushing against her, and whispered with awe, “Sudha… your asshole… it’s so perfect… so beautiful… like a hidden jewel.”
My Mom’s entire body shivered. Her cheeks turned crimson, and she tried to close her thighs out of sheer shyness, but Deepak's Dad held them apart firmly, his eyes locked on her most intimate place.
“Don’t hide from me… you don’t know how much it excites me to see you like this,” he murmured, his fingers gently caressing the edges of her Ass, spreading them wider to admire the view even more.
My Mom turned her face away, blushing deeply, her lips trembling as she whispered, “Sir… don’t praise that part of me… I feel so shy…”
But Deepak's Dad only smiled, bending lower, his lips brushing against the softness of her inner thigh, his voice husky, “Sudhaa… your shyness makes you even more irresistible… your asshole is the most tempting sight I’ve ever seen.”
Deepak's Dad’s eyes lingered as he knelt between My Mom’s spread thighs, his naked body looming close. He leaned in, not touching yet, just gazing with raw intensity at her asshole. His lips parted as though he had found something sacred.
“Sudha… look at this,” he murmured, his voice low and awestruck, “your asshole is so perfect… so tight, so clean… so beautiful.”
Her cheeks flushed deep red. She instinctively tried to close her thighs in shyness, but his hands held them apart firmly, making her more aware of his gaze. She turned her face away, embarrassed yet trembling with the thrill of his worship.
“Don’t hide it, Sudha,” Deepak's Dad whispered again, his breath warm on her skin, “I could stare at this forever. It’s driving me crazy, the way your pussy and asshole look together.”
My Mom bit her lip, her heart racing, the heat rising in her chest. She covered her face with her palm for a moment, unable to meet his eyes, her blush spreading across her neck. Her body betrayed her, though—her hips shifted restlessly, as if inviting more of his attention.
Deepak's Dad chuckled softly, running his fingers along the inside of her thigh, not touching her yet, simply watching her blush deepen. “You have no idea how sexy you look right now,” he said, his tone dripping with desire. “Even your blush makes me want you more.”
Deepak's Dad’s eyes stayed fixed on the spot between My Mom’s Ass, his naked body trembling with excitement as he took in the sight. He lowered himself slightly, his voice husky and filled with awe as he whispered, “Sudha… my god… your asshole is so beautiful. It’s tight, pink, and shining… I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to see it so close.”
My Mom hid her face with her hands, her cheeks turning crimson, her chest heaving with embarrassment and arousal. “Sir… don’t say like that…” she mumbled softly, but her thighs quivered as they instinctively parted wider for him.
Deepak's Dad moved closer, his face just inches away, his breath brushing over her skin. “No, Sudha… you don’t understand. Every part of you is gorgeous, but this… this little hole is driving me insane. It’s so delicate, so perfect… I want to worship it.”
My Mom let out a nervous laugh, her lips trembling. “Sir… you’re making me blush so much…” she admitted, trying to hide her red face but unable to stop her hips from arching slightly as if offering herself to his gaze.
Deepak's Dad’s hand gently caressed her Ass, spreading her softly, his voice thick with hunger. “Sudha… your asshole is like a forbidden jewel. Just looking at it makes me crazy… I’ve never seen anything as tempting. The way it winks at me when you breathe… you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”
Her whole body heated under his words, her face glowing as she whispered, “Sir… please… stop praising like that… I can’t handle it…” but her eyes, half-shut and wet with desire, betrayed how much his admiration was breaking her shyness and pulling her deeper into the moment.
Deepak's Dad stayed on his knees between My Mom’s open thighs, his eyes fixed on the secret spot he had just revealed. His gaze roamed slowly from her wet pussy lips down to her tight little asshole, and he couldn’t stop himself from smiling.
“Sudha… look at you,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe. “Your pussy is already shining with desire… and this tiny hole… so perfect, so delicate. Do you even know how beautiful your asshole looks right now? Like a hidden treasure meant only for me.”
My Mom bit her lower lip hard, her cheeks glowing deep red as she lowered her eyes, unable to meet his intense stare.
“Sir… don’t say like that…” she murmured, her voice trembling.
But Deepak's Dad leaned closer, still not touching, still only drinking in the sight. “Why not? I want you to know exactly what I see. This pink, tight hole… it makes me lose my breath. It looks so pure, so untouched… and it belongs to you, my gorgeous Sudha. Do you know how lucky I feel right now, just admiring you like this?”
Her whole body shivered, her thighs tightening slightly in reflex, but she didn’t close them. The blush spread all over her face and neck as she whispered, “Sir… you’re embarrassing me…”
He chuckled softly, still keeping his eyes locked there. “No, Sudha… I’m worshipping you. Your asshole is like a jewel between your Ass… so perfect, so inviting. I can’t take my eyes away. You’re making me crazy just by letting me look.”
My Mom’s hands flew up to cover part of her face, her ears turning crimson. She gasped, “Sir… you’ll make me die of shyness…”
But Deepak's Dad only smiled wider, his voice firm, reverent, and dripping with lust. “Die of shyness? No, my Sudha… you’ll make me die of desire. This sight… your pussy and your asshole open before me… it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
He still hadn’t touched—only admired, only spoken—drawing her deeper into blushing helplessness as his words burned into her.
Deepak's Dad stayed crouched between My Mom’s spread legs, his eyes fixed, his voice heavy with raw desire. “Sudha… do you even know how rare it is to see something this perfect? Your asshole is so tiny, so pink, so smooth… it looks like it was made to be adored.”
My Mom hid her face against her arm, her cheeks burning, her lips curling into a shy smile even as her body trembled under his gaze.
Deepak's Dad leaned a little closer, his breath teasing her skin but still not touching. “It’s winking at me every time you move, like it wants me to never look away. I swear, Sudha, I could just stay here and worship it for hours. You’re driving me crazy with how beautiful you are.”
My Mom let out a soft, embarrassed laugh, her blush deepening, her thighs quivering as she fought to stay still. “Sir… don’t talk like that,” she whispered, though her voice betrayed her shyness more than protest.
He grinned wickedly, his eyes not leaving her. “No, I have to say it. Every inch of you is making me lose my mind, but this… this little jewel between your Ass… it’s beyond anything I imagined. You’re perfect, Sudha. Absolutely perfect.”
Her breath caught, her chest rising and falling, too shy to meet his gaze yet secretly thrilled at being so openly worshipped.
Deepak's Dad’s eyes stayed on My Mom’s exposed Ass for another moment, then his trembling hand slowly reached forward. With the gentlest motion, he used his finger to touch the outer edge of her asshole, soft and careful.
My Mom gasped sharply, her whole body shivering. Her Ass clenched tight under his touch, her voice muffled but trembling. “Shivvaa… oh god…”
Deepak's Dad’s breath grew heavy. “So warm… Sudha, it feels so smooth, so perfect,” he whispered, moving his finger in small circles around her asshole without pushing inside, just teasing her.
Her thighs trembled, her hands gripped the sheets, and she let out a helpless moan, caught between shame and the strange pleasure that his gentle touch stirred.
“Don’t be shy… just feel me,” Deepak's Dad coaxed, his finger continuing to trace slowly, savoring every twitch of her sensitive little hole.
Deepak's Dad stood firmly between her spread thighs, his eyes locked hungrily on the soft, tight ring of her asshole. With his right hand, he slid his middle finger lower and rubbed it gently over the tiny opening, circling it slowly.
My Mom’s body arched at the sensation, her breath catching.
“Mmmmhh… aahhh… Shivvaa… ohhh…” she moaned, her voice echoing in the room.
He kept staring, mesmerized by the way her hole twitched under his touch, his fingertip gliding over it again and again.
“Aaahhh… mmmhhhhh… ahhh…” My Mom’s moans grew louder, her Ass tightening as the teasing became unbearable.
Deepak's Dad’s eyes never left her exposed Ass and the tiny, tempting ring between them. His right middle finger rubbed her asshole in slow circles, pressing just enough to make her body twitch.
He spoke in a low, rough voice, “Sudha… your asshole is so beautiful… so tight… it’s winking at me.”
My Mom’s eyes shut tight, her cheeks burning red as she gasped.
“Mmmmhh… ahhh… Deepak's Dad… don’t say that… it’s so embarrassing…” she moaned, her voice trembling.
But his finger didn’t stop. He pressed a little harder, circling her hole deliberately.
“Look at how it twitches when I touch it… so soft, so perfect… I can’t take my eyes off it,” Deepak's Dad groaned, his breathing heavy.
My Mom let out a helpless cry, her thighs quivering, “Aaaahhh… mmmhhhhh… Deepak's Dad… ohhh… don’t… it feels so strange… mmmhh… ahhh…”
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