30-08-2025, 10:09 AM
Chapter 49: First Ruin - Part 4:
Nivi kissed him back hungrily, tasting her own musky release on his lips, the erotic tang making her pussy twitch despite the aftershocks, her tears mixing into the kiss as she clung to him, hands roaming his back.
"Daddy... that was intense—your mouth, making me cry from how good, how connected it felt; now let me return it, worship you back, keep this passion flowing."
Her voice was husky and verbal, moans still lingering in her tone, body pressing closer, her bare breasts against his chest, nipples rubbing his skin.
Fuck, sharing my taste in the kiss—erotic, deepening us; his patience after making me cum, now my turn to show passion, she thought, This mutual give-and-take, real sex at last, emotional tears from the bond, not just the act.
Raghavan groaned into the kiss, his cock pulsing against her, but he nodded, eyes soft yet hungry, guiding her hands to his robe's tie.
"Yes, slut—worship my cock, connect through your mouth; but slow, passionate, like I did for you." His words raw, helping her untie the robe, letting it fall open fully, his body exposed—chest broad, cock standing thick and veined, balls heavy below, pre-cum glistening. Fuck, her initiative—passionate, real; oral from her to balance, make the build emotional, he thought, sitting back on the bed's edge, pulling her down gently between his legs, his hand stroking her hair as she knelt, the rose petals soft under her knees.
She settled between his thighs, hands on his knees, spreading them wider, her eyes locked on his cock, admiring its size, the way it throbbed for her.
"Your cock— so big, hard for me; gonna suck slow, passionate, make you feel my connection."
Her voice sultry and verbal, leaning in, tongue flicking the head first, lapping the pre-cum, salty and hot, moaning softly at the taste. Fuck, his flavor—erotic, addictive; this oral, my way to give back, connect through every lick, she thought, hand wrapping the base, stroking slow as her mouth engulfed the head, sucking gently, tongue swirling the ridge, eyes up at him for that intimate lock.
He moaned low, hand in her hair, not pushing but guiding lightly, his body tensing.
"Ahh... Nivi, your mouth—warm, passionate; suck deeper, connect like that, tell me how it feels."
His voice breaking slightly, erotic encouragement, eyes meeting hers, the bond palpable. Fuck, her technique—improved, passionate; this mutual oral, building tears in her again? he thought, Her passion mirrors mine, this exchange healing us both.
"Mmm... tastes so good, daddy—your pre-cum, salty; feels passionate, connecting us," she moaned around him verbally, taking more, throat relaxing to deepthroat slow, gagging softly but pushing through, hand twisting the base, other massaging his balls, nails grazing. Fuck, sucking him—erotic power, his moans making me wet again; deep, like sharing souls, she thought, bobbing slower, tongue tracing veins, building his tension.
He bucked lightly, groans verbal, "Fuck... deeper, slut—your throat, passionate grip; keep going, make me ache."
The build continued, her sucking intensifying, but he pulled her up after minutes, kiss passionate,
"Break—too close; hold the passion, connect more before main."
They paused, bodies pressed, whispers exchanged—her tears wiped, his cock throbbing against her, emotional break in the erotic storm.
Nivi kissed him back hungrily, tasting her own musky release on his lips, the erotic tang making her pussy twitch despite the aftershocks, her tears mixing into the kiss as she clung to him, hands roaming his back.
"Daddy... that was intense—your mouth, making me cry from how good, how connected it felt; now let me return it, worship you back, keep this passion flowing."
Her voice was husky and verbal, moans still lingering in her tone, body pressing closer, her bare breasts against his chest, nipples rubbing his skin.
Fuck, sharing my taste in the kiss—erotic, deepening us; his patience after making me cum, now my turn to show passion, she thought, This mutual give-and-take, real sex at last, emotional tears from the bond, not just the act.
Raghavan groaned into the kiss, his cock pulsing against her, but he nodded, eyes soft yet hungry, guiding her hands to his robe's tie.
"Yes, slut—worship my cock, connect through your mouth; but slow, passionate, like I did for you." His words raw, helping her untie the robe, letting it fall open fully, his body exposed—chest broad, cock standing thick and veined, balls heavy below, pre-cum glistening. Fuck, her initiative—passionate, real; oral from her to balance, make the build emotional, he thought, sitting back on the bed's edge, pulling her down gently between his legs, his hand stroking her hair as she knelt, the rose petals soft under her knees.
She settled between his thighs, hands on his knees, spreading them wider, her eyes locked on his cock, admiring its size, the way it throbbed for her.
"Your cock— so big, hard for me; gonna suck slow, passionate, make you feel my connection."
Her voice sultry and verbal, leaning in, tongue flicking the head first, lapping the pre-cum, salty and hot, moaning softly at the taste. Fuck, his flavor—erotic, addictive; this oral, my way to give back, connect through every lick, she thought, hand wrapping the base, stroking slow as her mouth engulfed the head, sucking gently, tongue swirling the ridge, eyes up at him for that intimate lock.
He moaned low, hand in her hair, not pushing but guiding lightly, his body tensing.
"Ahh... Nivi, your mouth—warm, passionate; suck deeper, connect like that, tell me how it feels."
His voice breaking slightly, erotic encouragement, eyes meeting hers, the bond palpable. Fuck, her technique—improved, passionate; this mutual oral, building tears in her again? he thought, Her passion mirrors mine, this exchange healing us both.
"Mmm... tastes so good, daddy—your pre-cum, salty; feels passionate, connecting us," she moaned around him verbally, taking more, throat relaxing to deepthroat slow, gagging softly but pushing through, hand twisting the base, other massaging his balls, nails grazing. Fuck, sucking him—erotic power, his moans making me wet again; deep, like sharing souls, she thought, bobbing slower, tongue tracing veins, building his tension.
He bucked lightly, groans verbal, "Fuck... deeper, slut—your throat, passionate grip; keep going, make me ache."
The build continued, her sucking intensifying, but he pulled her up after minutes, kiss passionate,
"Break—too close; hold the passion, connect more before main."
They paused, bodies pressed, whispers exchanged—her tears wiped, his cock throbbing against her, emotional break in the erotic storm.