29-08-2025, 01:02 PM
Geetha's neck and nape were damp with a sweat born of desire. Bharat leaned in, his tongue tracing a path up her neck, and whispered, “Miss, I want to lick all of you.” He pressed his hips against her thighs. A soft, sensual "Ah..." escaped Geetha’s lips as she affectionately trapped his hips between her thighs, holding him in a loving bind. She rubbed against him, her womanhood brushing against his stiff masculinity, a silent knocking at the door of her pristine, cotton-like purity.
But his rigid member, rubbing against her thin panties, where her hidden womanly flower yearned, was a truth she couldn't deny. Her body craved more than just flirtation; it craved what came after. With the supple grace of a silk crab, she embraced him, pulling him onto her lap, and sensually kissed his neck and shoulders.
As he licked her neck, Bharat whispered, “Mmm... Miss, you are so soft.” His right hand found its way down, cupping and kneading her soft cotton curves. “Mmmmm...” Geetha moaned, her womanhood already surrendering to his touch, a rhythmic pulsation of desire.
“Miss, tell me, should I kiss your navel?” he asked.
“Stop acting... please puppy...” she replied, pressing into his back.
“Shh... Miss, ask me properly. I'll do it... You're not aski...”
Mid-sentence, he noticed the shift in her. Geetha's desire had taken over, overriding her words. She had come too far to hold back. As she rubbed against him and he played with her boobs, her craving had no chance of subsiding. Suddenly, she broke free from his embrace, shedding her shyness. She grabbed his neck, pulling his face down and burying it in the valley of her thighs.
“You're talking too much. Shut up...” she commanded.
Her teacher’s command was his pleasure. He moved her panties aside and kissed the wet tip of her flower with his wet tongue.
Geetha clutched his hair, her feet resting on the table as a fierce "Ah..." escaped her lips.
He moved his head silently, back and forth, up and down, between her thighs.
She pressed her left hand onto the table, kneading his hair with her right. Biting her lip, she let out a sweet, melodic moan.
“Hah... This is why I called you, ra... Why would you stop?” she whispered.
He didn't answer, intoxicated by the fragrance of her flower. He kneaded her boob and began to lick her petals.
“Mmmmm Mmmmm...” he slurped.
“Ah ah, lick the top of it...” she urged.
The next moment, a sharp cry, “Aaah... oh...” jolted from her, as if he had bitten her.
The evening light from the window made her forehead gleam with sweat, while the heat of his saliva between her thighs intensified her wetness.
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He spread her thighs further, kissing her left labia before beginning to suck.
“Ah mm...” she moaned, lifting her hips and grabbing his hair.
“Mmmmm... Miss, your voice is beautiful when you do that,” he murmured, licking her vulva and pressing his lips against her clitoris.
“Shh... Aah...” she breathed. His saliva glistened on her pubic hair. He licked the outer lips of her vagina, kissed the skin of her urinary opening, and then licked the mound above.
Geetha slumped onto the table, a deep “Mmmmm...” rumbling from within her.
He opened his mouth over her clitoris, moving his tongue. The sensation, combined with the touch of his lips, made her blood vessels swell with desire, sending waves of lust through her. Her whole body trembled. She pulled her thighs together and, with a strained voice, grabbed his head, curling to the side. Gasping for breath, she shook her thighs and covered his face with her legs.
He slurped her nectar, then kissed her, moving up to her navel. In a state of bliss, Geetha caressed his head, delighting in the moment. Playfully, she motioned for him to come up.
He got on the table and lay beside her. Their thighs intertwined, his pubic hair brushing against hers, a gentle intoxication taking hold. And then, a small fright, not so small after all, set in.
“Miss, even mangoes wouldn't be this tasty,” he said, kissing her just beside her heart.
She pressed his head against her breasts and giggled softly. In the middle of the house, on the dining table, both of them were naked and entwined. As she rubbed her buttery cheeks against his, he smeared his face with hers, murmuring, “Miss.....”
“Bharat, why did you provoke me?” she asked.
“Miss, what did I do? You should have stopped. I want to eat mangoes,” he said playfully.
“You shouldn't have done that...”
“What?”
“That... Don't you know what you did?”
He moved a little closer, the tip of his member nudging her navel. Their eyes met. “Miss, I don't understand what you're saying,” he said.
When he had rubbed his member against her wet panties, she couldn't control her desire. Now, she was flustered, unable to tell him directly.
“It's nothing, just let it go,” she said.
“Okay... Miss, I'll tell you something, just stay like this. Don't stop me.”
“Why?”
He got off the table, his erect member yearning for her touch. He took both of her hands and made her sit up. Looking into her eyes, he said, “Now, your puppy will do a new kind of romance.”
“What else will you do? You silly boy, I never thought I would be with you like this. You made me ask for it.”
“You didn't ask at all, you just pulled me in. Did you like it that much?”
“Mmm...” she hummed in a dazed, melodic tone.
He leaned in and kissed her lips. As she tasted her own nectary flavor on his lips, she felt intoxicated. She moved herself forward, letting his member touch her navel. She wanted it. She wanted to see her secret lover's romantic and daring escapades. She craved to satiate her desire, to calm her restlessness, to surrender her shyness. Her heart said no to these mistakes, her body said no to these boundaries, but for a single moment, she yearned to watch him. She was anxious, her thoughts filled with anticipation as she moved forward, ready to surrender.
When her honey-filled vagina and her navel touched his hot, knife, both of them froze. The waves of desire within their bodies surged and ignited. Suddenly, with a sharp “Hah...”, he fiercely bit her neck.
“Mmmmm...” she moaned.
He lifted his legs and rubbed his penis up and down on her lower abdomen, below the navel, his testicles brushing against her labia. He was confused.
Was this happening without her consent, or was it a gradual action brought on by intoxication?
He wasn’t brave enough. He couldn't stand the thought of being away from her for even a moment.
One wrong step could bind their relationship with a rift.
With his left hand, he kneaded her buttocks and leaned his weight further onto her womanhood. Geetha's mind warned her. Her heart fluttered in panic, and she backed away. He stopped, silently telling himself he wouldn’t do anything without her consent.
In the silent heat of their breaths, and the playfulness of their intoxicated hair, something was interrupted. She realized something. Bharat's desire and her fear were becoming a chasm. Her curtains of shyness were fluttering in his playful flirtation, revealing the veiled beauty of her desire. With her right hand, she began to play with his inner thighs. The heat of his measurements caused shivers to run up her fingers.
However, the thought he had had from the beginning made him step away. He turned back and walked towards the mangoes on the tea table by the sofa.
{Shiva’s words echoed in her mind: “Geetha, if you don't want to, then tell me, why did you kiss me yourself? You came close to me; will you deny it? Listen to me, Geetha, a single time won't bring down the world. No one will know. All this is normal these days. How much you want it is evident in the way your hands held me when you kissed me.
Move away, Shiva, I have to go.
Accept it, Geetha. On nights when Gautam is not here, the companionship you need, your lonely cravings, are just one acceptance away.”}
She tilted her head back, naked in the middle of the dining table, and closed her eyes.
There was no shame. No hesitation. She had let something go. And given up something else. She smiled to herself, curled up, and waited for Bharat to come closer.
‘What are you doing? No... don't do that, Bharat...’
But his rigid member, rubbing against her thin panties, where her hidden womanly flower yearned, was a truth she couldn't deny. Her body craved more than just flirtation; it craved what came after. With the supple grace of a silk crab, she embraced him, pulling him onto her lap, and sensually kissed his neck and shoulders.
As he licked her neck, Bharat whispered, “Mmm... Miss, you are so soft.” His right hand found its way down, cupping and kneading her soft cotton curves. “Mmmmm...” Geetha moaned, her womanhood already surrendering to his touch, a rhythmic pulsation of desire.
“Miss, tell me, should I kiss your navel?” he asked.
“Stop acting... please puppy...” she replied, pressing into his back.
“Shh... Miss, ask me properly. I'll do it... You're not aski...”
Mid-sentence, he noticed the shift in her. Geetha's desire had taken over, overriding her words. She had come too far to hold back. As she rubbed against him and he played with her boobs, her craving had no chance of subsiding. Suddenly, she broke free from his embrace, shedding her shyness. She grabbed his neck, pulling his face down and burying it in the valley of her thighs.
“You're talking too much. Shut up...” she commanded.
Her teacher’s command was his pleasure. He moved her panties aside and kissed the wet tip of her flower with his wet tongue.
Geetha clutched his hair, her feet resting on the table as a fierce "Ah..." escaped her lips.
He moved his head silently, back and forth, up and down, between her thighs.
She pressed her left hand onto the table, kneading his hair with her right. Biting her lip, she let out a sweet, melodic moan.
“Hah... This is why I called you, ra... Why would you stop?” she whispered.
He didn't answer, intoxicated by the fragrance of her flower. He kneaded her boob and began to lick her petals.
“Mmmmm Mmmmm...” he slurped.
“Ah ah, lick the top of it...” she urged.
The next moment, a sharp cry, “Aaah... oh...” jolted from her, as if he had bitten her.
The evening light from the window made her forehead gleam with sweat, while the heat of his saliva between her thighs intensified her wetness.
He spread her thighs further, kissing her left labia before beginning to suck.
“Ah mm...” she moaned, lifting her hips and grabbing his hair.
“Mmmmm... Miss, your voice is beautiful when you do that,” he murmured, licking her vulva and pressing his lips against her clitoris.
“Shh... Aah...” she breathed. His saliva glistened on her pubic hair. He licked the outer lips of her vagina, kissed the skin of her urinary opening, and then licked the mound above.
Geetha slumped onto the table, a deep “Mmmmm...” rumbling from within her.
He opened his mouth over her clitoris, moving his tongue. The sensation, combined with the touch of his lips, made her blood vessels swell with desire, sending waves of lust through her. Her whole body trembled. She pulled her thighs together and, with a strained voice, grabbed his head, curling to the side. Gasping for breath, she shook her thighs and covered his face with her legs.
He slurped her nectar, then kissed her, moving up to her navel. In a state of bliss, Geetha caressed his head, delighting in the moment. Playfully, she motioned for him to come up.
He got on the table and lay beside her. Their thighs intertwined, his pubic hair brushing against hers, a gentle intoxication taking hold. And then, a small fright, not so small after all, set in.
‘Was he doing this on purpose?
What if he connect the two inches below?’
“Miss, even mangoes wouldn't be this tasty,” he said, kissing her just beside her heart.
She pressed his head against her breasts and giggled softly. In the middle of the house, on the dining table, both of them were naked and entwined. As she rubbed her buttery cheeks against his, he smeared his face with hers, murmuring, “Miss.....”
“Bharat, why did you provoke me?” she asked.
“Miss, what did I do? You should have stopped. I want to eat mangoes,” he said playfully.
“You shouldn't have done that...”
“What?”
“That... Don't you know what you did?”
He moved a little closer, the tip of his member nudging her navel. Their eyes met. “Miss, I don't understand what you're saying,” he said.
When he had rubbed his member against her wet panties, she couldn't control her desire. Now, she was flustered, unable to tell him directly.
“It's nothing, just let it go,” she said.
“Okay... Miss, I'll tell you something, just stay like this. Don't stop me.”
“Why?”
He got off the table, his erect member yearning for her touch. He took both of her hands and made her sit up. Looking into her eyes, he said, “Now, your puppy will do a new kind of romance.”
“What else will you do? You silly boy, I never thought I would be with you like this. You made me ask for it.”
“You didn't ask at all, you just pulled me in. Did you like it that much?”
“Mmm...” she hummed in a dazed, melodic tone.
He leaned in and kissed her lips. As she tasted her own nectary flavor on his lips, she felt intoxicated. She moved herself forward, letting his member touch her navel. She wanted it. She wanted to see her secret lover's romantic and daring escapades. She craved to satiate her desire, to calm her restlessness, to surrender her shyness. Her heart said no to these mistakes, her body said no to these boundaries, but for a single moment, she yearned to watch him. She was anxious, her thoughts filled with anticipation as she moved forward, ready to surrender.
When her honey-filled vagina and her navel touched his hot, knife, both of them froze. The waves of desire within their bodies surged and ignited. Suddenly, with a sharp “Hah...”, he fiercely bit her neck.
“Mmmmm...” she moaned.
He lifted his legs and rubbed his penis up and down on her lower abdomen, below the navel, his testicles brushing against her labia. He was confused.
Was this happening without her consent, or was it a gradual action brought on by intoxication?
He wasn’t brave enough. He couldn't stand the thought of being away from her for even a moment.
One wrong step could bind their relationship with a rift.
With his left hand, he kneaded her buttocks and leaned his weight further onto her womanhood. Geetha's mind warned her. Her heart fluttered in panic, and she backed away. He stopped, silently telling himself he wouldn’t do anything without her consent.
In the silent heat of their breaths, and the playfulness of their intoxicated hair, something was interrupted. She realized something. Bharat's desire and her fear were becoming a chasm. Her curtains of shyness were fluttering in his playful flirtation, revealing the veiled beauty of her desire. With her right hand, she began to play with his inner thighs. The heat of his measurements caused shivers to run up her fingers.
However, the thought he had had from the beginning made him step away. He turned back and walked towards the mangoes on the tea table by the sofa.
{Shiva’s words echoed in her mind: “Geetha, if you don't want to, then tell me, why did you kiss me yourself? You came close to me; will you deny it? Listen to me, Geetha, a single time won't bring down the world. No one will know. All this is normal these days. How much you want it is evident in the way your hands held me when you kissed me.
Move away, Shiva, I have to go.
Accept it, Geetha. On nights when Gautam is not here, the companionship you need, your lonely cravings, are just one acceptance away.”}
She tilted her head back, naked in the middle of the dining table, and closed her eyes.
‘Am I doing something wrong,
or am I thinking it's inevitable?
Was Shiva right? Is this what Bharat wants?
I can't stop myself. Gautam... darling... I miss you...
I can't wait for four more days.’
There was no shame. No hesitation. She had let something go. And given up something else. She smiled to herself, curled up, and waited for Bharat to come closer.
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