27-08-2025, 07:08 PM
Chapter 42: Victory’s Cost - Part 2
They headed to Mohan’s car, the drive starting with flirty, lust-filled banter, the air heavy with their bet.
“Nivi, that anklet—wearing it for me, huh? Looks like you’re ready to lose again,” Mohan teased, voice low and naughty, eyes flicking to her ankle, then her lips, as he drove. His hand rested on the gear shift, fingers twitching near her knee, the tension palpable.
She laughed, voice sultry, bold. “Lose? Mohan, you’re dreaming—those 32 minutes won’t save you tonight. My mouth’s coming for you.” Her tone was teasing, eyes locked on his with a naughty challenge, her hand brushing her ankle, the gold glinting in the dim light.
Fuck, he’s cocky—his anklet on me, a mark, but I’ll turn it against him, she thought, her body buzzing, thighs shifting. “Like the look? Thought I’d give you something to... admire before I win,” she purred, leaning forward, the chiffon kurti pulling taut, hinting at her breasts’ curve.
He grinned, voice dropping, thick with lust. “Admire? Fuck, Nivi—you’re killing me in that kurti, that anklet. Can’t wait to feel those lips again—gonna make you work.”
His eyes burned, tracing her cleavage, then her legs, his hand brushing closer to her thigh. Fuck, he’s hungry—cock probably hard already, thinking he’ll outlast me, she thought, her fire flaring, mind sharp: Slow, dirty, seductive—I’ll break him in under 10.
They veered to the secluded spot—trees shading, 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 grin, eyes blazing with hunger.
Nivi got out, heart racing, the cool air brushing her skin, her body alive with the challenge. Fuck, 10 minutes—my mouth, his cock, slow and dirty, I’m winning this, she thought, stepping close, eyes locked on his, naughty and determined.
Before starting, she teased, voice sultry, dripping with lust.
“Mohan, you sure you’re ready? This kurti, this anklet—my mouth’s gonna ruin you.”
She stepped closer, letting her fingers trail down his chest, stopping short of his waist, her body swaying subtly, the chiffon clinging to her curves.
“Gonna cum quick for me, aren’t you? My lips, so slow, so dirty—you won’t last.” Her words were filthy, teasing, her eyes burning into his, setting the stage.
Fuck, this is it—my power, my fire, I’m breaking him, she thought, her body buzzing, the thrill of control surging.
No rules against undressing—she pulled off her kurti, tossing it aside, her bra-clad breasts bouncing free, nipples hard through the lace, the cool air sparking her skin.
Fuck, this’ll destroy him—my tits out, his anklet on, my lips ready, she thought, kneeling slow, deliberate, hands tugging his pants down, his cock springing free—long, thick, veins snaking under taut skin, the head flushed deep red, glistening with pre-cum, balls heavy and tight.
Fuck, it’s a beast—big, pulsing, veins throbbing like a map, begging for my mouth, she thought, her body buzzing, lips parting as she leaned in, starting with a feather-light kiss on the tip, tongue flicking the slit, tasting the salty, musky pre-cum, savoring its heat.
She went slow, seductive—lips gliding over the head, kissing every inch, tongue tracing the veins with languid, deliberate strokes, savoring the pulse.
“Mmm, your cock—so thick, so hard, tastes like power,” she murmured, voice low and dirty, lips brushing the shaft, her breath warm against him.
Fuck, he’s shaking—cock swelling, veins pulsing under my tongue, she thought, her hands roaming his thighs, fingers grazing his skin, light and teasing, avoiding his balls to build tension.
“Gonna cum for me, Mohan? My lips, so slow, sucking you deep—can’t hold it, can you?” Her dirty talk was sultry, teasing, eyes locked on his, showing her control.
Mohan groaned, voice rough, thick with lust.
“Fuck, Nivi—your mouth’s torture, those lips, so fucking soft, sucking my cock like a slut.” His hands threaded into her hair, guiding gently, his cock twitching as she kissed the shaft, slow licks from base to tip, her tongue circling the head, teasing without rushing.
“Goddamn, you’re dirty—tease that dick, make it pulse, you’re my queen tonight.”
His words fueled her, her body heating, ass shifting as she knelt, breasts bouncing with her slow bobs, nipples hard against her bra.
She kept it sensual, lips gliding down the shaft, kissing each vein, tongue lapping the underside, soft moans vibrating against him, her hands tracing his hips, fingers brushing his balls lightly, teasing without gripping. “Love this cock—big, throbbing, mine to break,” she purred, voice filthy, sucking the tip like a lollipop, then gliding halfway, tongue swirling, eyes locked on his, showing her power.
Fuck, he’s close—cock swelling, veins like steel, but I’m owning this, she thought, her mouth working with agonizing slowness, lips soft, tongue deliberate, blowing cool air on his wet cock for a kinky spark, making him groan loud, body shuddering.
His dirty talk pushed harder, voice raw. “Fuck, Nivi—suck it slow, you filthy tease, make my cock beg. Those tits, that anklet—fucking killing me.”
His hips twitched, hands tightening in her hair, but she held the pace, lips gliding, tongue circling the head, teasing without rushing.
“You’re my dirty girl—lips so tight, gonna cum for you,” he gasped, voice breaking, his cock pulsing harder, head swelling in her mouth.
At 7 minutes, he broke, groaning deep, cum shooting into her mouth, hot, thick ropes flooding her lips, spilling slightly as she swallowed greedily, milking every drop, tongue lapping the head clean, savoring the salty heat.
Fuck, I won—7 minutes, my slow mouth broke him, she thought, pride surging, her power reclaimed, her body buzzing with victory. But the cost—Mohan got my lips, my fire, even in defeat.
She stood, bra still on, breasts bouncing, voice sultry.
“Seven minutes, Mohan—my mouth owns you.” Her tone was triumphant, teasing, her body humming with the win. He panted, cock softening, voice rough but proud.
“Fuck, Nivi—you’re unstoppable. I’m yours—command me.” His eyes burned with respect, accepting his loss, agreeing to obey.
They got in the car, her teasing light. “Owned, huh? Better listen now, loser.” The drive home was quiet, her mind racing: Fuck, I broke him—slow, dirty, my power’s back.
But he got my mouth, my submission—what’s the cost of this win? The chapter closed on her triumphant thrill, Mohan’s defeat a bold claim, her fire burning wild, Raghavan’s absence a distant echo.
Continues...
They headed to Mohan’s car, the drive starting with flirty, lust-filled banter, the air heavy with their bet.
“Nivi, that anklet—wearing it for me, huh? Looks like you’re ready to lose again,” Mohan teased, voice low and naughty, eyes flicking to her ankle, then her lips, as he drove. His hand rested on the gear shift, fingers twitching near her knee, the tension palpable.
She laughed, voice sultry, bold. “Lose? Mohan, you’re dreaming—those 32 minutes won’t save you tonight. My mouth’s coming for you.” Her tone was teasing, eyes locked on his with a naughty challenge, her hand brushing her ankle, the gold glinting in the dim light.
Fuck, he’s cocky—his anklet on me, a mark, but I’ll turn it against him, she thought, her body buzzing, thighs shifting. “Like the look? Thought I’d give you something to... admire before I win,” she purred, leaning forward, the chiffon kurti pulling taut, hinting at her breasts’ curve.
He grinned, voice dropping, thick with lust. “Admire? Fuck, Nivi—you’re killing me in that kurti, that anklet. Can’t wait to feel those lips again—gonna make you work.”
His eyes burned, tracing her cleavage, then her legs, his hand brushing closer to her thigh. Fuck, he’s hungry—cock probably hard already, thinking he’ll outlast me, she thought, her fire flaring, mind sharp: Slow, dirty, seductive—I’ll break him in under 10.
They veered to the secluded spot—trees shading, 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 grin, eyes blazing with hunger.
Nivi got out, heart racing, the cool air brushing her skin, her body alive with the challenge. Fuck, 10 minutes—my mouth, his cock, slow and dirty, I’m winning this, she thought, stepping close, eyes locked on his, naughty and determined.
Before starting, she teased, voice sultry, dripping with lust.
“Mohan, you sure you’re ready? This kurti, this anklet—my mouth’s gonna ruin you.”
She stepped closer, letting her fingers trail down his chest, stopping short of his waist, her body swaying subtly, the chiffon clinging to her curves.
“Gonna cum quick for me, aren’t you? My lips, so slow, so dirty—you won’t last.” Her words were filthy, teasing, her eyes burning into his, setting the stage.
Fuck, this is it—my power, my fire, I’m breaking him, she thought, her body buzzing, the thrill of control surging.
No rules against undressing—she pulled off her kurti, tossing it aside, her bra-clad breasts bouncing free, nipples hard through the lace, the cool air sparking her skin.
Fuck, this’ll destroy him—my tits out, his anklet on, my lips ready, she thought, kneeling slow, deliberate, hands tugging his pants down, his cock springing free—long, thick, veins snaking under taut skin, the head flushed deep red, glistening with pre-cum, balls heavy and tight.
Fuck, it’s a beast—big, pulsing, veins throbbing like a map, begging for my mouth, she thought, her body buzzing, lips parting as she leaned in, starting with a feather-light kiss on the tip, tongue flicking the slit, tasting the salty, musky pre-cum, savoring its heat.
She went slow, seductive—lips gliding over the head, kissing every inch, tongue tracing the veins with languid, deliberate strokes, savoring the pulse.
“Mmm, your cock—so thick, so hard, tastes like power,” she murmured, voice low and dirty, lips brushing the shaft, her breath warm against him.
Fuck, he’s shaking—cock swelling, veins pulsing under my tongue, she thought, her hands roaming his thighs, fingers grazing his skin, light and teasing, avoiding his balls to build tension.
“Gonna cum for me, Mohan? My lips, so slow, sucking you deep—can’t hold it, can you?” Her dirty talk was sultry, teasing, eyes locked on his, showing her control.
Mohan groaned, voice rough, thick with lust.
“Fuck, Nivi—your mouth’s torture, those lips, so fucking soft, sucking my cock like a slut.” His hands threaded into her hair, guiding gently, his cock twitching as she kissed the shaft, slow licks from base to tip, her tongue circling the head, teasing without rushing.
“Goddamn, you’re dirty—tease that dick, make it pulse, you’re my queen tonight.”
His words fueled her, her body heating, ass shifting as she knelt, breasts bouncing with her slow bobs, nipples hard against her bra.
She kept it sensual, lips gliding down the shaft, kissing each vein, tongue lapping the underside, soft moans vibrating against him, her hands tracing his hips, fingers brushing his balls lightly, teasing without gripping. “Love this cock—big, throbbing, mine to break,” she purred, voice filthy, sucking the tip like a lollipop, then gliding halfway, tongue swirling, eyes locked on his, showing her power.
Fuck, he’s close—cock swelling, veins like steel, but I’m owning this, she thought, her mouth working with agonizing slowness, lips soft, tongue deliberate, blowing cool air on his wet cock for a kinky spark, making him groan loud, body shuddering.
His dirty talk pushed harder, voice raw. “Fuck, Nivi—suck it slow, you filthy tease, make my cock beg. Those tits, that anklet—fucking killing me.”
His hips twitched, hands tightening in her hair, but she held the pace, lips gliding, tongue circling the head, teasing without rushing.
“You’re my dirty girl—lips so tight, gonna cum for you,” he gasped, voice breaking, his cock pulsing harder, head swelling in her mouth.
At 7 minutes, he broke, groaning deep, cum shooting into her mouth, hot, thick ropes flooding her lips, spilling slightly as she swallowed greedily, milking every drop, tongue lapping the head clean, savoring the salty heat.
Fuck, I won—7 minutes, my slow mouth broke him, she thought, pride surging, her power reclaimed, her body buzzing with victory. But the cost—Mohan got my lips, my fire, even in defeat.
She stood, bra still on, breasts bouncing, voice sultry.
“Seven minutes, Mohan—my mouth owns you.” Her tone was triumphant, teasing, her body humming with the win. He panted, cock softening, voice rough but proud.
“Fuck, Nivi—you’re unstoppable. I’m yours—command me.” His eyes burned with respect, accepting his loss, agreeing to obey.
They got in the car, her teasing light. “Owned, huh? Better listen now, loser.” The drive home was quiet, her mind racing: Fuck, I broke him—slow, dirty, my power’s back.
But he got my mouth, my submission—what’s the cost of this win? The chapter closed on her triumphant thrill, Mohan’s defeat a bold claim, her fire burning wild, Raghavan’s absence a distant echo.
Continues...