29-08-2025, 02:25 PM
Chapter 47: Road Tease
The car's engine purred low as they left Coimbatore's lights behind, the road winding through darker paths, trees thickening on both sides.
Nivi shifted in her seat, the leather cool against her leggings, her pussy still tingling from their earlier makeout, wetness smearing her thighs.
Fuck, he’s got me hot already—cock hard, hands owning me, she thought, glancing at Raghavan, his stern profile lit by the dashboard, eyes dark with hunger, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on her thigh, fingers squeezing lightly, possessive.
Her curiosity burned, voice soft, naughty, breaking the silence.
“Sir… where are we going? This road—it’s not the usual way. Tell me, please—the surprise, the details?”
Her tone teased, leaning closer, her breasts brushing his arm subtly, nipples hardening under the chiffon kurti, her ass shifting to angle toward him.
Fuck, I need to know—his plan, his fire for me, she thought, her body buzzing, clit pulsing faintly as his hand slid higher, grazing her inner thigh.
Raghavan chuckled low, rough, his hand tightening on her thigh, fingers brushing the seam of her leggings, sending a jolt to her core.
“Curious, Nivi? Always asking, that pretty mouth running wild.”
His voice was a growl, eyes flicking to her lips, then down to her cleavage, the kurti teasing her 34C breasts.
“To shut that mouth… get on your knees. Blow me—suck my cock right here, while I drive. We’ll arrive when you finish, when you swallow every drop.”
His words were filthy, commanding, his cock bulging in his pants, zipper straining.
Fuck, she’s eager—pussy wet, body ready; make her work for the secret, he thought, his free hand undoing his belt, pulling out his massive cock—thick, veined, head glistening with pre-cum, balls heavy below.
Nivi’s breath caught, her pussy clenching hard, leaking more into her panties, her mouth watering at the sight. Fuck, his cock—huge, hard for me, demanding my lips during the drive, she thought, shifting to kneel on the seat, her ass up, kurti riding up to show her curves, leggings tight against her 38-inch ass.
“Yes, daddy—I’ll suck you, make you cum while we ride,” she purred, voice sultry, leaning down, lips brushing the head, tongue flicking the pre-cum, salty and hot, her hand wrapping the base, stroking slow.
He groaned deep, hand threading into her hair, guiding but not forcing, the car steady on the empty road. “Good slut—lips tight, throat deep. Now tell me about Mohan—your encounters, the dirty bets.
Did you suck him like this, make him beg?” His voice was rough, dirty talk firing up, eyes on the road but glancing down at her bobbing head, her breasts jiggling with the motion.
Fuck, her mouth—wet, hot; hearing her confess will make me explode, he thought, his cock throbbing in her lips.
She moaned around his cock, the vibration sending shocks through him, her tongue swirling the head, sucking hard before diving deeper, throat tightening.
“Mohan… kisses first, bold—his lips on mine, hands on my ass, squeezing,” she gasped between sucks, popping off to stroke fast, spit slicking him, then back down, gagging softly as she took more.
Fuck, confessing while sucking—makes me wetter, his dirty questions burning me, she thought, her free hand slipping between her thighs, rubbing her clit through the leggings, wetness soaking through.
“Hands on your ass? Fuck, Nivi—bet he grabbed those thunder thighs, wanted to fuck you raw. Faster, Nivi—throat it, like you did Mohan, but for daddy.”
He growled, hand pushing her head gently, cock hitting her throat, the car bumping slightly, adding to the thrill. His words filthy, stoking her heat, pre-cum leaking more into her mouth.
She’s confessing like a whore—pussy dripping, my cock stretching her lips, he thought, speeding up a bit, the road curving into denser forest.
She gagged louder, eyes watering but locked on his when she pulled up, hand twisting the base, lips swollen and wet. “Bets… first I lost—sucked him 32 minutes, he held like a rock, cum flooding my mouth.
But second… won in 7, slow tease, broke him quick.” Her voice was breathy, naughty, diving back down, sucking harder, tongue tracing veins, her ass wiggling in the air, pussy throbbing as she rubbed faster.
Fuck, his comments—making me hot, clit pulsing; I need to make him cum, arrive soaked, she thought, moans muffled around his thickness.
“32 minutes? Slut—your mouth that good, but he lasted? Bet he jerked thinking of your tits, your ass. Faster, Nivi—throat it, like you did Mohan, but for daddy.”
His dirty talk ramped, hand gripping her hair tighter, hips bucking subtly, cock swelling in her mouth, the forest thickening outside, lights of a resort faintly visible ahead.
Fuck, she’s wild—confessing, rubbing her pussy; cum soon, mark her as mine, he thought, his balls tightening, pre-cum flowing.
She intensified, mimicking her tricks on Mohan—deepthroating, gagging wetly, saliva dripping to his balls, hand massaging them, nails grazing, tongue swirling wild.
“He… came hard, hot ropes—swallowed it all, owned him,” she gasped, popping off to lick the shaft, kissing the head, then sucking deep again, her body on fire, clit aching under her fingers.
Fuck, his words—filthy, pushing me; pussy dripping down my thighs, she thought, the car’s motion rocking her, breasts bouncing free as her kurti slipped.
“Owned him? But your pussy’s mine—bet Mohan wanted it, but daddy ruins it.
Cum for your stories, slut—swallow me.” He groaned loud, the resort gates appearing, his cock pulsing, erupting hot cum into her mouth, thick ropes filling her, spilling slightly as she swallowed greedily, milking every drop, tongue lapping clean.
Fuck, her confessions—hot, making me explode; she’s mine, fire owned, he thought, pulling into the secluded forest resort, the car stopping as his orgasm faded.
Nivi sat up, lips swollen, cum lingering on her tongue, pussy soaked, thighs slick.
“Fuck, daddy—your cum, so much,” she purred, voice husky, wiping her mouth, her body buzzing with heat. The resort loomed—secluded, trees enveloping wooden cabins, a sign reading
“Honeymoon Haven,” the air fresh with pine and earth. Fuck, a forest resort—honeymoon suite? His surprise, for wrecking me all weekend, she thought, heart racing, clit still throbbing.
He zipped up, grinning wicked, hand on her thigh again, squeezing.
“Arrived when you finished—like I said. Forest resort, secluded—honeymoon suite, all ours. No eyes, just us—your body mine to ruin.”
His voice low, promising, stepping out, opening her door, pulling her into a quick kiss, tasting himself on her lips.
Fuck, she’s ready—pussy wet from the road; suite’s waiting, bed big for her screams, he thought, leading her to the entrance.
Continues...
The car's engine purred low as they left Coimbatore's lights behind, the road winding through darker paths, trees thickening on both sides.
Nivi shifted in her seat, the leather cool against her leggings, her pussy still tingling from their earlier makeout, wetness smearing her thighs.
Fuck, he’s got me hot already—cock hard, hands owning me, she thought, glancing at Raghavan, his stern profile lit by the dashboard, eyes dark with hunger, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on her thigh, fingers squeezing lightly, possessive.
Her curiosity burned, voice soft, naughty, breaking the silence.
“Sir… where are we going? This road—it’s not the usual way. Tell me, please—the surprise, the details?”
Her tone teased, leaning closer, her breasts brushing his arm subtly, nipples hardening under the chiffon kurti, her ass shifting to angle toward him.
Fuck, I need to know—his plan, his fire for me, she thought, her body buzzing, clit pulsing faintly as his hand slid higher, grazing her inner thigh.
Raghavan chuckled low, rough, his hand tightening on her thigh, fingers brushing the seam of her leggings, sending a jolt to her core.
“Curious, Nivi? Always asking, that pretty mouth running wild.”
His voice was a growl, eyes flicking to her lips, then down to her cleavage, the kurti teasing her 34C breasts.
“To shut that mouth… get on your knees. Blow me—suck my cock right here, while I drive. We’ll arrive when you finish, when you swallow every drop.”
His words were filthy, commanding, his cock bulging in his pants, zipper straining.
Fuck, she’s eager—pussy wet, body ready; make her work for the secret, he thought, his free hand undoing his belt, pulling out his massive cock—thick, veined, head glistening with pre-cum, balls heavy below.
Nivi’s breath caught, her pussy clenching hard, leaking more into her panties, her mouth watering at the sight. Fuck, his cock—huge, hard for me, demanding my lips during the drive, she thought, shifting to kneel on the seat, her ass up, kurti riding up to show her curves, leggings tight against her 38-inch ass.
“Yes, daddy—I’ll suck you, make you cum while we ride,” she purred, voice sultry, leaning down, lips brushing the head, tongue flicking the pre-cum, salty and hot, her hand wrapping the base, stroking slow.
He groaned deep, hand threading into her hair, guiding but not forcing, the car steady on the empty road. “Good slut—lips tight, throat deep. Now tell me about Mohan—your encounters, the dirty bets.
Did you suck him like this, make him beg?” His voice was rough, dirty talk firing up, eyes on the road but glancing down at her bobbing head, her breasts jiggling with the motion.
Fuck, her mouth—wet, hot; hearing her confess will make me explode, he thought, his cock throbbing in her lips.
She moaned around his cock, the vibration sending shocks through him, her tongue swirling the head, sucking hard before diving deeper, throat tightening.
“Mohan… kisses first, bold—his lips on mine, hands on my ass, squeezing,” she gasped between sucks, popping off to stroke fast, spit slicking him, then back down, gagging softly as she took more.
Fuck, confessing while sucking—makes me wetter, his dirty questions burning me, she thought, her free hand slipping between her thighs, rubbing her clit through the leggings, wetness soaking through.
“Hands on your ass? Fuck, Nivi—bet he grabbed those thunder thighs, wanted to fuck you raw. Faster, Nivi—throat it, like you did Mohan, but for daddy.”
He growled, hand pushing her head gently, cock hitting her throat, the car bumping slightly, adding to the thrill. His words filthy, stoking her heat, pre-cum leaking more into her mouth.
She’s confessing like a whore—pussy dripping, my cock stretching her lips, he thought, speeding up a bit, the road curving into denser forest.
She gagged louder, eyes watering but locked on his when she pulled up, hand twisting the base, lips swollen and wet. “Bets… first I lost—sucked him 32 minutes, he held like a rock, cum flooding my mouth.
But second… won in 7, slow tease, broke him quick.” Her voice was breathy, naughty, diving back down, sucking harder, tongue tracing veins, her ass wiggling in the air, pussy throbbing as she rubbed faster.
Fuck, his comments—making me hot, clit pulsing; I need to make him cum, arrive soaked, she thought, moans muffled around his thickness.
“32 minutes? Slut—your mouth that good, but he lasted? Bet he jerked thinking of your tits, your ass. Faster, Nivi—throat it, like you did Mohan, but for daddy.”
His dirty talk ramped, hand gripping her hair tighter, hips bucking subtly, cock swelling in her mouth, the forest thickening outside, lights of a resort faintly visible ahead.
Fuck, she’s wild—confessing, rubbing her pussy; cum soon, mark her as mine, he thought, his balls tightening, pre-cum flowing.
She intensified, mimicking her tricks on Mohan—deepthroating, gagging wetly, saliva dripping to his balls, hand massaging them, nails grazing, tongue swirling wild.
“He… came hard, hot ropes—swallowed it all, owned him,” she gasped, popping off to lick the shaft, kissing the head, then sucking deep again, her body on fire, clit aching under her fingers.
Fuck, his words—filthy, pushing me; pussy dripping down my thighs, she thought, the car’s motion rocking her, breasts bouncing free as her kurti slipped.
“Owned him? But your pussy’s mine—bet Mohan wanted it, but daddy ruins it.
Cum for your stories, slut—swallow me.” He groaned loud, the resort gates appearing, his cock pulsing, erupting hot cum into her mouth, thick ropes filling her, spilling slightly as she swallowed greedily, milking every drop, tongue lapping clean.
Fuck, her confessions—hot, making me explode; she’s mine, fire owned, he thought, pulling into the secluded forest resort, the car stopping as his orgasm faded.
Nivi sat up, lips swollen, cum lingering on her tongue, pussy soaked, thighs slick.
“Fuck, daddy—your cum, so much,” she purred, voice husky, wiping her mouth, her body buzzing with heat. The resort loomed—secluded, trees enveloping wooden cabins, a sign reading
“Honeymoon Haven,” the air fresh with pine and earth. Fuck, a forest resort—honeymoon suite? His surprise, for wrecking me all weekend, she thought, heart racing, clit still throbbing.
He zipped up, grinning wicked, hand on her thigh again, squeezing.
“Arrived when you finished—like I said. Forest resort, secluded—honeymoon suite, all ours. No eyes, just us—your body mine to ruin.”
His voice low, promising, stepping out, opening her door, pulling her into a quick kiss, tasting himself on her lips.
Fuck, she’s ready—pussy wet from the road; suite’s waiting, bed big for her screams, he thought, leading her to the entrance.
Continues...