30-08-2025, 10:08 AM
Chapter 49: First Ruin - Part 3:
Raghavan's tongue moved with purposeful slowness at first, tracing the outer edges of her folds, lapping up the fresh wetness that dripped from her pussy, his hands gripping her thunder thighs firmly, spreading them wider to expose her fully, the anklet pressing into his palm like a reminder of her teasing past.
He looked up at her, eyes locking with hers over the mound of her shaved pussy, the candlelight reflecting in his gaze, making the moment feel intimately connected.
"Your pussy— so pink and wet, tasting like my passionate slut; gonna go deeper now, lick every inch, connect us through this worship, make you feel how real it can be."
His words were murmured hot against her skin, raw and erotic, his breath teasing her clit before his tongue finally parted her folds, swirling around the entrance, dipping in shallow thrusts, savoring her musky sweetness as if it was the only thing that mattered.
Fuck, her taste—addictive, her juices flowing like she's been waiting forever; this oral, slow and deep, to bond us, make her open up more emotionally, he thought, Her stories of Mohan showed her exploration, but this vulnerability with me, crying already from the build-up, it's the real passion she's craved.
Nivi's knees buckled slightly, her hands tightening in his hair, pulling him closer as a soft, verbal moan escaped her lips,
"Ahh... daddy, your tongue inside me—feels so good, passionate and slow; keep licking, make me drip more for you."
Her body responded instinctively, hips tilting forward to give him better access, her pussy clenching around his tongue, leaking steadily now, the wetness smearing his chin.
Fuck, this oral tease—his tongue thrusting shallow, eyes meeting mine; it's erotic, making that deep connection swell, tears starting because it's not just physical, it's him seeing my need, she thought, Anand never went down on her like this, quick fumbles at best; Mohan's oral was rushed, self-serving; but Raghavan's... it's worship, passionate and real, stirring emotions she didn't know sex could evoke.
He groaned against her, the vibration sending jolts through her clit, his tongue delving deeper now, fucking her pussy with slow, deliberate strokes, his nose brushing her swollen clit, adding friction that made her gasp louder.
One hand slid up her thigh, fingers joining his tongue, two slipping in alongside, curling to hit her g-spot gently at first, thrusting in rhythm as his mouth sucked her clit hard, tongue flicking the nub with expert precision.
"Moan for me, queen—tell me how this feels, connect through your words, let the passion out; your pussy's gripping so tight, like it's begging for more."
His voice was muffled but raw, dirty talk intertwined with tenderness, his free hand kneading her ass cheek, spanking lightly to heighten the sensation, the slap echoing softly in the room. Fuck, her moans—real, building; oral to push her edges, make those tears flow from overwhelm, bond us in this filthy love, he thought, adding a third finger, stretching her wider, thrusts picking up speed while his tongue swirled her clit relentlessly.
"Ohh... daddy, yes—your fingers and tongue together, stretching me, hitting that spot; it's so passionate, making me feel everything, ahh... don't stop, please," she moaned verbally, her voice breaking into higher pitches, tears finally spilling down her cheeks from the intense pleasure, not pain but pure emotional release, her body shaking as the build-up crested.
Her hips bucked against his face, pussy gushing more juices, coating his fingers and tongue, the anklet jingling with her tremors. Fuck, this deepening oral—his fingers curling, clit sucked hard; erotic waves crashing, connecting us so deeply that tears come from how seen and desired I feel, she thought, revelations pouring: First time oral feels like lovemaking, passionate and dirty, stirring her soul, making her cry in ecstasy as the orgasm approached.
He sensed her edge, pulling back just enough to whisper against her clit, "Cry for me, slut—let the passion out, cum on my tongue, connect through your release; you're mine, queen, feel it all."
His words erotic and encouraging, mouth latching back on, sucking her clit harder, teeth grazing lightly, fingers thrusting faster, scissoring inside to stretch her, g-spot assaulted relentlessly. Fuck, her tears—beautiful, passionate; this oral climax to bond, make her ready for the main, he thought, his cock throbbing untouched, pre-cum dripping onto the floor from the arousal of her reactions.
Nivi shattered, a loud, verbal cry escaping, "Daddy... cumming—ahh, so hard, passionate tears for you!"
Her pussy spasmed wildly, squirting onto his tongue and face, juices flooding, body convulsing as tears streamed freely, the orgasm ripping through her like nothing before, emotional and physical waves merging.
Fuck, crying from passion—first time, his worship making me release everything; deep connection, erotic high, she thought, legs weakening, hands clutching his head for support as she rode the waves.
He lapped her clean gently, face glistening with her cum, standing to pull her into a kiss, sharing her taste, his arms wrapping around her waist, holding her steady as she trembled.
"Beautiful—your tears, passionate and real; taste yourself, queen, connect in the afterglow." His voice soft now, raw tenderness mixing with dirtiness, his cock pressing her thigh, hard and ready but patient.
Raghavan's tongue moved with purposeful slowness at first, tracing the outer edges of her folds, lapping up the fresh wetness that dripped from her pussy, his hands gripping her thunder thighs firmly, spreading them wider to expose her fully, the anklet pressing into his palm like a reminder of her teasing past.
He looked up at her, eyes locking with hers over the mound of her shaved pussy, the candlelight reflecting in his gaze, making the moment feel intimately connected.
"Your pussy— so pink and wet, tasting like my passionate slut; gonna go deeper now, lick every inch, connect us through this worship, make you feel how real it can be."
His words were murmured hot against her skin, raw and erotic, his breath teasing her clit before his tongue finally parted her folds, swirling around the entrance, dipping in shallow thrusts, savoring her musky sweetness as if it was the only thing that mattered.
Fuck, her taste—addictive, her juices flowing like she's been waiting forever; this oral, slow and deep, to bond us, make her open up more emotionally, he thought, Her stories of Mohan showed her exploration, but this vulnerability with me, crying already from the build-up, it's the real passion she's craved.
Nivi's knees buckled slightly, her hands tightening in his hair, pulling him closer as a soft, verbal moan escaped her lips,
"Ahh... daddy, your tongue inside me—feels so good, passionate and slow; keep licking, make me drip more for you."
Her body responded instinctively, hips tilting forward to give him better access, her pussy clenching around his tongue, leaking steadily now, the wetness smearing his chin.
Fuck, this oral tease—his tongue thrusting shallow, eyes meeting mine; it's erotic, making that deep connection swell, tears starting because it's not just physical, it's him seeing my need, she thought, Anand never went down on her like this, quick fumbles at best; Mohan's oral was rushed, self-serving; but Raghavan's... it's worship, passionate and real, stirring emotions she didn't know sex could evoke.
He groaned against her, the vibration sending jolts through her clit, his tongue delving deeper now, fucking her pussy with slow, deliberate strokes, his nose brushing her swollen clit, adding friction that made her gasp louder.
One hand slid up her thigh, fingers joining his tongue, two slipping in alongside, curling to hit her g-spot gently at first, thrusting in rhythm as his mouth sucked her clit hard, tongue flicking the nub with expert precision.
"Moan for me, queen—tell me how this feels, connect through your words, let the passion out; your pussy's gripping so tight, like it's begging for more."
His voice was muffled but raw, dirty talk intertwined with tenderness, his free hand kneading her ass cheek, spanking lightly to heighten the sensation, the slap echoing softly in the room. Fuck, her moans—real, building; oral to push her edges, make those tears flow from overwhelm, bond us in this filthy love, he thought, adding a third finger, stretching her wider, thrusts picking up speed while his tongue swirled her clit relentlessly.
"Ohh... daddy, yes—your fingers and tongue together, stretching me, hitting that spot; it's so passionate, making me feel everything, ahh... don't stop, please," she moaned verbally, her voice breaking into higher pitches, tears finally spilling down her cheeks from the intense pleasure, not pain but pure emotional release, her body shaking as the build-up crested.
Her hips bucked against his face, pussy gushing more juices, coating his fingers and tongue, the anklet jingling with her tremors. Fuck, this deepening oral—his fingers curling, clit sucked hard; erotic waves crashing, connecting us so deeply that tears come from how seen and desired I feel, she thought, revelations pouring: First time oral feels like lovemaking, passionate and dirty, stirring her soul, making her cry in ecstasy as the orgasm approached.
He sensed her edge, pulling back just enough to whisper against her clit, "Cry for me, slut—let the passion out, cum on my tongue, connect through your release; you're mine, queen, feel it all."
His words erotic and encouraging, mouth latching back on, sucking her clit harder, teeth grazing lightly, fingers thrusting faster, scissoring inside to stretch her, g-spot assaulted relentlessly. Fuck, her tears—beautiful, passionate; this oral climax to bond, make her ready for the main, he thought, his cock throbbing untouched, pre-cum dripping onto the floor from the arousal of her reactions.
Nivi shattered, a loud, verbal cry escaping, "Daddy... cumming—ahh, so hard, passionate tears for you!"
Her pussy spasmed wildly, squirting onto his tongue and face, juices flooding, body convulsing as tears streamed freely, the orgasm ripping through her like nothing before, emotional and physical waves merging.
Fuck, crying from passion—first time, his worship making me release everything; deep connection, erotic high, she thought, legs weakening, hands clutching his head for support as she rode the waves.
He lapped her clean gently, face glistening with her cum, standing to pull her into a kiss, sharing her taste, his arms wrapping around her waist, holding her steady as she trembled.
"Beautiful—your tears, passionate and real; taste yourself, queen, connect in the afterglow." His voice soft now, raw tenderness mixing with dirtiness, his cock pressing her thigh, hard and ready but patient.