30-08-2025, 10:06 AM
Chapter 49: First Ruin - Part 2:
Raghavan's cock throbbed against her at her confession, the raw honesty fueling his arousal, but he kept the pace deliberate, his thumbs circling her nipples slower now, building the tension as he kissed lower, his mouth hovering over the blouse's edge, tongue darting out to lick the exposed swell of her breast.
"Good girl—confessing like my passionate slut; Mohan's nothing compared to how I'll worship you, make you feel every bit of this connection, body and soul."
His words were dirty but tender, eyes flicking up to hers again, holding the gaze as he unbuttoned the blouse with one hand, the fabric parting slowly, her breasts spilling free, full and jiggling slightly with her quick breaths, nipples dark and erect in the candlelight.
Fuck, her tits—lush from motherhood, sensitive; this foreplay, her truths, bonds us tighter, makes the ruin more meaningful, he thought, revelations stirring: Her past teases with others showed her growth, but here, with me, it's real vulnerability, the passion we share healing old wounds.
Nivi arched into him, a soft whimper escaping as the cool air hit her bare breasts, her hands sliding into his hair, pulling him closer.
"Daddy... your mouth—put it on me, suck my nipples, connect through that heat; feels so good already, passionate like I've never had."
Her voice was a mix of moan and plea, erotic and real, her body trembling as his lips finally closed around one nipple, sucking gently at first, tongue swirling the peak, teeth grazing lightly to send sparks through her.
Fuck, his suck—slow, worshipful, not rushed like Mohan's nips; this is erotic foreplay, building layers, making tears prick from the overwhelm, she thought, her pussy clenching hard, leaking more, one thigh pressing against his cock, feeling its heat through the robe.
He groaned around her nipple, the vibration making her gasp louder, his hand kneading the other breast, pinching and rolling the nipple in sync, his free hand sliding under the saree pleats, fingers tracing her inner thigh, feeling the slick trail of her arousal.
"Taste so good—nipples hard for daddy; tell me more, slut, how bad you want my tongue lower, connecting us in the dirtiness."
His dirty talk was whispered hot against her skin as he switched nipples, sucking harder now, tongue flicking faster, teeth biting gently, the sensation shooting straight to her clit.
Her moans—real, passionate; build her confessions, make the oral tease emotional, he thought, fingers inching higher, brushing her outer folds, circling but not entering, feeling her wetness coat him.
"Ahh... daddy, your mouth—sucking so passionate, making me drip; I want your tongue on my pussy, licking deep, connecting like in the villa but more, real love in the filthy."
Her words came out in broken moans, body writhing, hands pulling his head closer, tears starting to well from the intensity, not pain but overwhelming passion.
Fuck, this build—his teeth on my nipple, fingers teasing my pussy lips; erotic, making me emotional, tears from how seen I feel, she thought, revelations deepening: First time foreplay feels like this—slow, verbal, connecting beyond bodies.
He pulled back slightly, nipple popping from his mouth wet and shiny, eyes dark with desire as he unpinned the saree fully, letting the silk cascade down, pooling at her feet, leaving her in the open blouse and petticoat, her curves on full display.
"Cry for me later, queen—now, let's get you bare; your body's art, passionate fire I need to taste." His voice rough, hands untying the petticoat, letting it drop, her pussy exposed, pink and glistening, clit swollen, wetness shining on her thighs. He knelt slowly, hands spreading her legs, anklet cold against his palm, face level with her core, breath hot on her folds.
"Beautiful—pussy wet, begging; gonna lick slow, connect through every stroke, make you feel the real passion you've missed."
Nivi's legs trembled, hands on his shoulders for support, a soft cry escaping as his tongue flicked out, tracing her outer lips lightly, lapping the slickness with deliberate slowness.
"Oh god... daddy, your tongue—feels so erotic, passionate; lick deeper, make me moan for you." Her voice shaky, moans verbal and raw, body arching, pussy leaking more at the tease.
Fuck, this oral start—his breath on my clit, tongue teasing folds; building that deep bond, tears threatening from how tenderly dirty it is, she thought, one hand in his hair, guiding gently.
Raghavan's cock throbbed against her at her confession, the raw honesty fueling his arousal, but he kept the pace deliberate, his thumbs circling her nipples slower now, building the tension as he kissed lower, his mouth hovering over the blouse's edge, tongue darting out to lick the exposed swell of her breast.
"Good girl—confessing like my passionate slut; Mohan's nothing compared to how I'll worship you, make you feel every bit of this connection, body and soul."
His words were dirty but tender, eyes flicking up to hers again, holding the gaze as he unbuttoned the blouse with one hand, the fabric parting slowly, her breasts spilling free, full and jiggling slightly with her quick breaths, nipples dark and erect in the candlelight.
Fuck, her tits—lush from motherhood, sensitive; this foreplay, her truths, bonds us tighter, makes the ruin more meaningful, he thought, revelations stirring: Her past teases with others showed her growth, but here, with me, it's real vulnerability, the passion we share healing old wounds.
Nivi arched into him, a soft whimper escaping as the cool air hit her bare breasts, her hands sliding into his hair, pulling him closer.
"Daddy... your mouth—put it on me, suck my nipples, connect through that heat; feels so good already, passionate like I've never had."
Her voice was a mix of moan and plea, erotic and real, her body trembling as his lips finally closed around one nipple, sucking gently at first, tongue swirling the peak, teeth grazing lightly to send sparks through her.
Fuck, his suck—slow, worshipful, not rushed like Mohan's nips; this is erotic foreplay, building layers, making tears prick from the overwhelm, she thought, her pussy clenching hard, leaking more, one thigh pressing against his cock, feeling its heat through the robe.
He groaned around her nipple, the vibration making her gasp louder, his hand kneading the other breast, pinching and rolling the nipple in sync, his free hand sliding under the saree pleats, fingers tracing her inner thigh, feeling the slick trail of her arousal.
"Taste so good—nipples hard for daddy; tell me more, slut, how bad you want my tongue lower, connecting us in the dirtiness."
His dirty talk was whispered hot against her skin as he switched nipples, sucking harder now, tongue flicking faster, teeth biting gently, the sensation shooting straight to her clit.
Her moans—real, passionate; build her confessions, make the oral tease emotional, he thought, fingers inching higher, brushing her outer folds, circling but not entering, feeling her wetness coat him.
"Ahh... daddy, your mouth—sucking so passionate, making me drip; I want your tongue on my pussy, licking deep, connecting like in the villa but more, real love in the filthy."
Her words came out in broken moans, body writhing, hands pulling his head closer, tears starting to well from the intensity, not pain but overwhelming passion.
Fuck, this build—his teeth on my nipple, fingers teasing my pussy lips; erotic, making me emotional, tears from how seen I feel, she thought, revelations deepening: First time foreplay feels like this—slow, verbal, connecting beyond bodies.
He pulled back slightly, nipple popping from his mouth wet and shiny, eyes dark with desire as he unpinned the saree fully, letting the silk cascade down, pooling at her feet, leaving her in the open blouse and petticoat, her curves on full display.
"Cry for me later, queen—now, let's get you bare; your body's art, passionate fire I need to taste." His voice rough, hands untying the petticoat, letting it drop, her pussy exposed, pink and glistening, clit swollen, wetness shining on her thighs. He knelt slowly, hands spreading her legs, anklet cold against his palm, face level with her core, breath hot on her folds.
"Beautiful—pussy wet, begging; gonna lick slow, connect through every stroke, make you feel the real passion you've missed."
Nivi's legs trembled, hands on his shoulders for support, a soft cry escaping as his tongue flicked out, tracing her outer lips lightly, lapping the slickness with deliberate slowness.
"Oh god... daddy, your tongue—feels so erotic, passionate; lick deeper, make me moan for you." Her voice shaky, moans verbal and raw, body arching, pussy leaking more at the tease.
Fuck, this oral start—his breath on my clit, tongue teasing folds; building that deep bond, tears threatening from how tenderly dirty it is, she thought, one hand in his hair, guiding gently.