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Chapter 49: First Ruin - Part 5:
Raghavan held Nivi close in the afterglow of her oral-induced orgasm, his arms wrapped around her trembling body, his face still glistening with her cum, the taste of her lingering on his tongue as he kissed her forehead softly, wiping away her tears with gentle thumbs. The room's candlelight flickered over their skin, casting warm shadows that made the moment feel even more intimate, the rose petals sticking to her sweat-damp back as she leaned into him, her breasts pressing against his chest, nipples still sensitive and hard from his earlier attention.
"My passionate queen—those tears, so real, from how deep this feels; you came so hard on my tongue, connecting us like that, but we're not done—tell me how it felt, slut, share while I hold you."
His voice was low and tender, raw with emotion, his cock still hard and throbbing against her thigh, but he made no move to push inside yet, his hands stroking her sides slowly, tracing the curve of her waist, fingers brushing the motherhood scars on her belly with reverence.
Fuck, her tears—beautiful, not from pain but pure passion; this break to talk, connect emotionally after the oral, makes the main act more meaningful, bonds us beyond the physical, he thought, Her cries show how starved she's been for this kind of real intimacy; I'll make the penetration passionate, let her feel every emotion.
Nivi sniffled softly, her cheeks flushed, tears still trickling as she looked up at him, her hands on his face, fingers tracing his jaw, feeling the stubble under her touch.
"Daddy... it felt incredible—your tongue and fingers, worshipping my pussy so slow and deep, making me cry from how overwhelming, how connected; no one's ever made me feel this seen, this passionate."
Her voice was verbal and shaky, moans lingering in her tone as aftershocks rippled through her pussy, clenching empty now, leaking remnants onto his thigh. She kissed him lightly, tasting herself again, the erotic tang mixing with the salt of her tears.
Fuck, this afterglow—his arms holding me, wiping my tears; it's not just dirty, it's real love in the passion, making me emotional all over, she thought, revelations surging: First time oral led to tears of joy, connecting us soul-deep; now craving his cock, but this break, sharing words, builds the anticipation perfectly.
He smiled against her lips, the kiss turning deeper but still slow, his hand sliding down to cup her ass, squeezing gently, lifting her slightly so her pussy brushed his cock head, teasing without entering, the slickness coating him.
"Seen—that's what you are, my slut; passionate tears mean we're real, connecting beyond the teases you've had; now, for the main—lay back, let me enter slow, feel every inch, talk through it."
His words were erotic and reassuring, guiding her back onto the bed amid the petals, her legs spreading instinctively, anklet catching the light as he positioned between her thighs, his cock head rubbing her folds, parting them lightly, clit pulsing under the pressure. Fuck, her openness—verbal, emotional; penetration now, slow to let her adjust, make her cry more from the passion, he thought, leaning down to kiss her neck, sucking softly as he pushed the head in just an inch, stretching her entrance, holding still.
Nivi gasped verbally, her hands clutching the sheets, then moving to his back, nails digging lightly as the stretch burned deliciously, her pussy walls gripping the intrusion.
"Ahh... daddy, your cock head—stretching me slow, feels so full already; passionate, connect deeper, push more."
Her moan was real, eyes meeting his, tears welling again from the intensity, body arching to take him. Fuck, this entry—slow, erotic tease; his eyes holding mine, making it emotional, tears from how perfect this real sex feels, she thought, Anand rushed in dry, no care; this... passionate build, connecting every sensation.
He groaned low, pushing another inch, her wetness easing the way, but her tightness making him throb.
"Fuck... so tight, pussy hugging me; feel it, queen—talk to me, moan how it connects us."
His voice strained but passionate, thrusting shallow now, in and out just a few inches, building rhythm, one hand on her breast, thumb circling nipple. Her gasps—erotic music; keep verbal, make the penetration emotional, he thought, kissing a tear from her cheek.
"Ohh... yes, daddy—deeper, your cock filling me, passionate stretch; connects us so real, ahh... making me tear up again." She moaned verbally, hips lifting to meet him, pussy clenching, tears flowing freely now.
Full in, he held, kissing her deep, "Cry, slut—passion real; now thrust." Slow rhythm began, connecting them fully.
Chapter 49: First Ruin - Part 6:
Raghavan's thrusts started slow and deliberate, pulling out almost to the head before sliding back in deep, his cock stretching her pussy walls with each movement, the wetness squelching softly, her juices coating him fully now.
He kept his eyes locked on hers, the candlelight reflecting the tears streaming down her cheeks, his hand intertwined with one of hers beside her head, the other on her hip, guiding her to meet his rhythm.
"Feel every thrust, Nivi—my cock owning your pussy, passionate and deep; tell me how it makes you cry, connect through the words, queen."
His voice was a husky whisper, raw with emotion, sweat beading on his forehead as he held back from pounding, wanting to savor the build, the way her body responded. Fuck, inside her finally—hot, tight grip; this slow pace, her tears, connects us emotionally, making the passion overwhelming for her first real fuck, he thought, Her cries aren't just from pleasure; they're from the bond, the way I'm making her feel valued in the dirtiness, unlike her past.
Nivi's moans were verbal and broken, her free hand clutching his back, nails raking down as each thrust hit deeper, grazing her g-spot, sending erotic waves through her core, her pussy clenching rhythmically around him, trying to pull him in further.
"Daddy... ahh, your thrusts—slow, filling me completely, passionate like I've dreamed; it's making me cry because it feels so real, so connected, oh god... don't stop." Her voice cracked with sobs of ecstasy, tears flowing freely, body arching to take him fully, breasts bouncing with each gentle push, nipples rubbing his chest.
Fuck, this penetration—his cock sliding deep, eyes on mine; erotic stretch, but the emotion, the passion, bringing tears because it's healing, real sex for the first time, she thought, revelations pouring: No quick finishes like with Anand, no games like Mohan; this is love in motion, dirty and deep, overwhelming my senses.
He leaned down, kissing away a tear, his thrusts picking up a fraction, still controlled, cock bottoming out with each in-stroke, balls lightly slapping her ass, his hand moving from her hip to her clit, thumb circling the swollen nub slowly, adding layers to the sensation.
"Cry more, slut—those tears are beautiful, passionate release; your pussy's gripping so tight, connecting us body and soul; moan for me, tell daddy how close you are." His words were erotic encouragement, voice straining as her walls fluttered around him, his own build starting but held back for her.
Fuck, her sobs—erotic, real; thumb on clit to push her over, make this first penetration orgasm tearful and memorable, he thought, sucking her neck, leaving a mark as thrust angled to hit her spot harder.
"Ahh... daddy, closer—your cock hitting deep, thumb on my clit, passionate fire building; I'm crying from how good, how connected—oh fuck, cumming!"
She screamed verbally, her pussy spasming hard around his cock, gushing wetness, walls milking him as the orgasm ripped through, tears streaming, body convulsing in passionate waves.
"Yes... so real, daddy—ahh!"
He groaned, holding through her climax, thrusts slowing to let her ride it, kissing her tears. "Good girl—cumming on my cock, passionate tears; feel us connected, queen."
Fuck, her orgasm—tight squeeze, emotional; keep going, build another. He didn't stop, shifting to deeper thrusts, passion unending.
Chapter 49: First Ruin - Part 7:
Raghavan kept his thrusts steady even as Nivi’s orgasm pulsed around his cock, her pussy gripping him like a vice, her juices soaking the sheets and mixing with the crushed rose petals beneath them.
Her tears streamed freely, a mix of passionate release and overwhelming emotion, her verbal cries echoing in the candlelit room,
“Daddy... oh god, still shaking—your cock, so deep, making me feel everything!”
Her body trembled under him, breasts heaving with each sob, nipples brushing his chest as she clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders, leaving red trails.
He slowed his rhythm deliberately, pulling out almost fully, then sliding back in with measured depth, letting her feel every inch of his thick, veined cock stretching her walls, his balls grazing her ass with each gentle thrust.
Fuck, her pussy—clenching hard after that climax, tears of passion; keep it slow, connect deeper, make her feel safe in this intensity, he thought, Her emotional surrender, crying from the pleasure, shows how much she’s craved this real connection; this isn’t just fucking, it’s healing her, bonding us beyond the physical.
He leaned down, kissing her tear-streaked cheeks softly, his lips brushing the salty trails, his hand cupping her face as he whispered against her skin,
“My queen—those tears, so fucking passionate, showing how deep this goes; talk to me, slut, tell me how my cock feels, how it connects us, makes you cry like this.”
His voice was raw, a mix of dirty encouragement and tender care, his thumb stroking her jaw, eyes locked on hers, searching for that emotional thread.
His other hand slid to her breast, kneading gently, thumb circling her nipple to keep the erotic heat alive without overwhelming her post-orgasm sensitivity.
Her eyes—vulnerable, burning; this moment, her confessions through tears, ties us tighter, makes the passion real, he thought, his cock throbbing inside her, holding back his own release to prolong her pleasure.
Nivi’s breath hitched, her verbal moans softening into whimpers as she met his gaze, her hands sliding to his chest, fingers tracing his muscles, feeling his heartbeat under her touch. “Daddy... ahh, your cock—still stretching me, so full, passionate; it’s making me cry because it’s real, not just sex, but you seeing me, loving my fire.”
Her voice cracked with emotion, tears spilling anew as she spoke, her pussy clenching rhythmically around him, still sensitive from her climax, leaking more wetness with each slow thrust. Fuck, this connection—his eyes holding mine, kisses on my tears; it’s erotic, but so emotional, making me feel whole, desired in every way, she thought, Anand’s quick fucks left her hollow, Mohan’s games were fleeting thrills, but Raghavan’s slow, deliberate thrusts and tender words are knitting her broken pieces together, making her sob from joy.
He groaned at her words, the emotional weight fueling his arousal, his thrusts deepening slightly but still controlled, angling to graze her g-spot, sending soft jolts through her.
“Real—that’s us, slut; your pussy’s mine, gripping so tight, crying for our bond; tell me more, how this feels different, passionate.”
His voice was a husky plea, his mouth moving to her neck, sucking a fresh mark, tongue tracing the pulse point as his hand slid down to her thigh, lifting it higher, opening her wider for deeper penetration. Fuck, her confessions—raw, emotional; this slow fuck, her tears, it’s passionate love, not just lust, he thought, his cock pulsing, pre-cum mixing with her juices, the slick sounds filling the room.
“Mmm... different—passionate, deep; your cock, moving slow, hitting spots Anand never touched, connecting us; I’m crying because it’s love in the dirty, ahh... keep going, daddy,” she moaned verbally, her hips rocking to meet his thrusts, her pussy fluttering, building again despite the recent orgasm.
Her hands roamed his back, nails raking harder now, urging him on, tears flowing as the emotional intensity blended with the erotic. Fuck, his rhythm—perfect, passionate; every thrust feels like he’s claiming my soul, tears from how much I’m seen, she thought, her body trembling, clit throbbing as his pelvis grazed it with each in-stroke.
He sensed her rising again, his hand moving to her clit, fingers rubbing slow circles, not rushing, wanting to build her back up emotionally and physically.
“Cry more, my passionate queen—feel me loving you, fucking you deep; we’ll break soon, connect closer, talk dirty.” His words were a mix of command and care, his thrusts pausing as he pulled out slowly, her pussy clenching empty, a soft whimper escaping her lips. He lay beside her, pulling her into his arms, bodies pressed close, his cock hard against her thigh, her breasts against his chest.
“Break—talk, touch, keep the passion; tell me, slut, what’s making you cry most?” His voice soft, fingers stroking her hair, wiping tears, the intimacy raw.
Nivi curled into him, her face buried in his neck, lips brushing his skin as she spoke, her voice verbal but shaky,
“Your care, daddy—fucking me slow, kissing my tears; it’s passionate, connecting us beyond my body, making me cry from feeling loved, not used.” Her hand slid to his cock, stroking gently, keeping the heat alive, her pussy still leaking onto his thigh.
Fuck, this break—his arms, his questions; it’s erotic intimacy, deepening our bond, making tears flow from love, she thought, This pause, this talking, it’s as passionate as the act, cementing their connection.
Chapter 49: First Ruin - Part 8:
Raghavan kissed her deeply, tasting the salt of her tears, his hand sliding to her ass, squeezing gently, pulling her closer so her pussy rubbed his thigh, rekindling the fire.
“Love you like this, slut—passionate, open; let’s keep connecting, oral again, taste each other, talk dirty.” His voice was raw, erotic, guiding her to shift, pulling her into a 69 position, her pussy above his face, his cock at her lips.
“Suck me, queen—slow, passionate, tell me how my cock feels in your mouth.” His tongue flicked out, lapping her folds again, tasting the mix of her cum and his pre-cum, groaning softly as her lips closed around his head.
Fuck, mutual oral—intimate, raw; her taste after climax, her mouth on me, keeps the passion burning, he thought, revelations: This interlude, oral to pause but not cool, strengthens our emotional tie, her tears proof of trust.
Nivi moaned around his cock, the vibration sending shocks through him, her tongue swirling the head, lapping pre-cum, sucking slow and deliberate, matching the rhythm of his tongue on her clit.
“Mmm... daddy, your cock—so thick, tastes so good; passionate in my mouth, connecting us, ahh... your tongue on me again.”
Her verbal moan was muffled but clear, her hands stroking his shaft, one massaging his balls, nails grazing lightly, her pussy grinding down on his face, leaking anew.
Fuck, this 69—erotic, intimate; his tongue licking my cum, my mouth worshipping him; passionate, keeping tears close, she thought, Oral now feels like an extension of their bond, emotional as much as physical, her tears hovering from the intensity.
He groaned louder, tongue thrusting into her pussy, fucking her slow, nose brushing her clit, hands on her ass, spanking lightly to make her jump, juices flooding his mouth.
“Taste so sweet—pussy dripping, passionate for me; suck harder, slut, connect through this.”
His words vibrated against her folds, encouraging her, his cock throbbing in her mouth as she deepthroated, gagging softly but pushing through, eyes watering not from effort but emotion. Fuck, her mouth—expert, passionate; this oral break, her willingness, deepens our love, he thought, sucking her clit hard, fingers slipping in to thrust alongside his tongue.
“Ahh... daddy, yes—your tongue and fingers, passionate, making me close again; love sucking you, feeling us connect,” she moaned verbally, popping off to lick his shaft, kissing the veins, sucking each ball gently before diving back, throat tight around him.
Her body trembled, pussy spasming, building fast from his oral assault. Fuck, this mutual worship—erotic, emotional; tears threatening again, from how perfect this feels, she thought, cumming suddenly, squirting onto his face, a verbal cry, “Cumming—daddy!”
He drank her release, pulling her off his cock gently, flipping her to her back, kissing her deep, sharing her taste.
“Good girl—passionate cum; now back to fucking, deeper, make you cry more.” His cock slid back in, thrusts resuming slow, passionate, tears flowing as they reconnected, the night stretching on.
Raghavan held Nivi close in the afterglow of her oral-induced orgasm, his arms wrapped around her trembling body, his face still glistening with her cum, the taste of her lingering on his tongue as he kissed her forehead softly, wiping away her tears with gentle thumbs. The room's candlelight flickered over their skin, casting warm shadows that made the moment feel even more intimate, the rose petals sticking to her sweat-damp back as she leaned into him, her breasts pressing against his chest, nipples still sensitive and hard from his earlier attention.
"My passionate queen—those tears, so real, from how deep this feels; you came so hard on my tongue, connecting us like that, but we're not done—tell me how it felt, slut, share while I hold you."
His voice was low and tender, raw with emotion, his cock still hard and throbbing against her thigh, but he made no move to push inside yet, his hands stroking her sides slowly, tracing the curve of her waist, fingers brushing the motherhood scars on her belly with reverence.
Fuck, her tears—beautiful, not from pain but pure passion; this break to talk, connect emotionally after the oral, makes the main act more meaningful, bonds us beyond the physical, he thought, Her cries show how starved she's been for this kind of real intimacy; I'll make the penetration passionate, let her feel every emotion.
Nivi sniffled softly, her cheeks flushed, tears still trickling as she looked up at him, her hands on his face, fingers tracing his jaw, feeling the stubble under her touch.
"Daddy... it felt incredible—your tongue and fingers, worshipping my pussy so slow and deep, making me cry from how overwhelming, how connected; no one's ever made me feel this seen, this passionate."
Her voice was verbal and shaky, moans lingering in her tone as aftershocks rippled through her pussy, clenching empty now, leaking remnants onto his thigh. She kissed him lightly, tasting herself again, the erotic tang mixing with the salt of her tears.
Fuck, this afterglow—his arms holding me, wiping my tears; it's not just dirty, it's real love in the passion, making me emotional all over, she thought, revelations surging: First time oral led to tears of joy, connecting us soul-deep; now craving his cock, but this break, sharing words, builds the anticipation perfectly.
He smiled against her lips, the kiss turning deeper but still slow, his hand sliding down to cup her ass, squeezing gently, lifting her slightly so her pussy brushed his cock head, teasing without entering, the slickness coating him.
"Seen—that's what you are, my slut; passionate tears mean we're real, connecting beyond the teases you've had; now, for the main—lay back, let me enter slow, feel every inch, talk through it."
His words were erotic and reassuring, guiding her back onto the bed amid the petals, her legs spreading instinctively, anklet catching the light as he positioned between her thighs, his cock head rubbing her folds, parting them lightly, clit pulsing under the pressure. Fuck, her openness—verbal, emotional; penetration now, slow to let her adjust, make her cry more from the passion, he thought, leaning down to kiss her neck, sucking softly as he pushed the head in just an inch, stretching her entrance, holding still.
Nivi gasped verbally, her hands clutching the sheets, then moving to his back, nails digging lightly as the stretch burned deliciously, her pussy walls gripping the intrusion.
"Ahh... daddy, your cock head—stretching me slow, feels so full already; passionate, connect deeper, push more."
Her moan was real, eyes meeting his, tears welling again from the intensity, body arching to take him. Fuck, this entry—slow, erotic tease; his eyes holding mine, making it emotional, tears from how perfect this real sex feels, she thought, Anand rushed in dry, no care; this... passionate build, connecting every sensation.
He groaned low, pushing another inch, her wetness easing the way, but her tightness making him throb.
"Fuck... so tight, pussy hugging me; feel it, queen—talk to me, moan how it connects us."
His voice strained but passionate, thrusting shallow now, in and out just a few inches, building rhythm, one hand on her breast, thumb circling nipple. Her gasps—erotic music; keep verbal, make the penetration emotional, he thought, kissing a tear from her cheek.
"Ohh... yes, daddy—deeper, your cock filling me, passionate stretch; connects us so real, ahh... making me tear up again." She moaned verbally, hips lifting to meet him, pussy clenching, tears flowing freely now.
Full in, he held, kissing her deep, "Cry, slut—passion real; now thrust." Slow rhythm began, connecting them fully.
Chapter 49: First Ruin - Part 6:
Raghavan's thrusts started slow and deliberate, pulling out almost to the head before sliding back in deep, his cock stretching her pussy walls with each movement, the wetness squelching softly, her juices coating him fully now.
He kept his eyes locked on hers, the candlelight reflecting the tears streaming down her cheeks, his hand intertwined with one of hers beside her head, the other on her hip, guiding her to meet his rhythm.
"Feel every thrust, Nivi—my cock owning your pussy, passionate and deep; tell me how it makes you cry, connect through the words, queen."
His voice was a husky whisper, raw with emotion, sweat beading on his forehead as he held back from pounding, wanting to savor the build, the way her body responded. Fuck, inside her finally—hot, tight grip; this slow pace, her tears, connects us emotionally, making the passion overwhelming for her first real fuck, he thought, Her cries aren't just from pleasure; they're from the bond, the way I'm making her feel valued in the dirtiness, unlike her past.
Nivi's moans were verbal and broken, her free hand clutching his back, nails raking down as each thrust hit deeper, grazing her g-spot, sending erotic waves through her core, her pussy clenching rhythmically around him, trying to pull him in further.
"Daddy... ahh, your thrusts—slow, filling me completely, passionate like I've dreamed; it's making me cry because it feels so real, so connected, oh god... don't stop." Her voice cracked with sobs of ecstasy, tears flowing freely, body arching to take him fully, breasts bouncing with each gentle push, nipples rubbing his chest.
Fuck, this penetration—his cock sliding deep, eyes on mine; erotic stretch, but the emotion, the passion, bringing tears because it's healing, real sex for the first time, she thought, revelations pouring: No quick finishes like with Anand, no games like Mohan; this is love in motion, dirty and deep, overwhelming my senses.
He leaned down, kissing away a tear, his thrusts picking up a fraction, still controlled, cock bottoming out with each in-stroke, balls lightly slapping her ass, his hand moving from her hip to her clit, thumb circling the swollen nub slowly, adding layers to the sensation.
"Cry more, slut—those tears are beautiful, passionate release; your pussy's gripping so tight, connecting us body and soul; moan for me, tell daddy how close you are." His words were erotic encouragement, voice straining as her walls fluttered around him, his own build starting but held back for her.
Fuck, her sobs—erotic, real; thumb on clit to push her over, make this first penetration orgasm tearful and memorable, he thought, sucking her neck, leaving a mark as thrust angled to hit her spot harder.
"Ahh... daddy, closer—your cock hitting deep, thumb on my clit, passionate fire building; I'm crying from how good, how connected—oh fuck, cumming!"
She screamed verbally, her pussy spasming hard around his cock, gushing wetness, walls milking him as the orgasm ripped through, tears streaming, body convulsing in passionate waves.
"Yes... so real, daddy—ahh!"
He groaned, holding through her climax, thrusts slowing to let her ride it, kissing her tears. "Good girl—cumming on my cock, passionate tears; feel us connected, queen."
Fuck, her orgasm—tight squeeze, emotional; keep going, build another. He didn't stop, shifting to deeper thrusts, passion unending.
Chapter 49: First Ruin - Part 7:
Raghavan kept his thrusts steady even as Nivi’s orgasm pulsed around his cock, her pussy gripping him like a vice, her juices soaking the sheets and mixing with the crushed rose petals beneath them.
Her tears streamed freely, a mix of passionate release and overwhelming emotion, her verbal cries echoing in the candlelit room,
“Daddy... oh god, still shaking—your cock, so deep, making me feel everything!”
Her body trembled under him, breasts heaving with each sob, nipples brushing his chest as she clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders, leaving red trails.
He slowed his rhythm deliberately, pulling out almost fully, then sliding back in with measured depth, letting her feel every inch of his thick, veined cock stretching her walls, his balls grazing her ass with each gentle thrust.
Fuck, her pussy—clenching hard after that climax, tears of passion; keep it slow, connect deeper, make her feel safe in this intensity, he thought, Her emotional surrender, crying from the pleasure, shows how much she’s craved this real connection; this isn’t just fucking, it’s healing her, bonding us beyond the physical.
He leaned down, kissing her tear-streaked cheeks softly, his lips brushing the salty trails, his hand cupping her face as he whispered against her skin,
“My queen—those tears, so fucking passionate, showing how deep this goes; talk to me, slut, tell me how my cock feels, how it connects us, makes you cry like this.”
His voice was raw, a mix of dirty encouragement and tender care, his thumb stroking her jaw, eyes locked on hers, searching for that emotional thread.
His other hand slid to her breast, kneading gently, thumb circling her nipple to keep the erotic heat alive without overwhelming her post-orgasm sensitivity.
Her eyes—vulnerable, burning; this moment, her confessions through tears, ties us tighter, makes the passion real, he thought, his cock throbbing inside her, holding back his own release to prolong her pleasure.
Nivi’s breath hitched, her verbal moans softening into whimpers as she met his gaze, her hands sliding to his chest, fingers tracing his muscles, feeling his heartbeat under her touch. “Daddy... ahh, your cock—still stretching me, so full, passionate; it’s making me cry because it’s real, not just sex, but you seeing me, loving my fire.”
Her voice cracked with emotion, tears spilling anew as she spoke, her pussy clenching rhythmically around him, still sensitive from her climax, leaking more wetness with each slow thrust. Fuck, this connection—his eyes holding mine, kisses on my tears; it’s erotic, but so emotional, making me feel whole, desired in every way, she thought, Anand’s quick fucks left her hollow, Mohan’s games were fleeting thrills, but Raghavan’s slow, deliberate thrusts and tender words are knitting her broken pieces together, making her sob from joy.
He groaned at her words, the emotional weight fueling his arousal, his thrusts deepening slightly but still controlled, angling to graze her g-spot, sending soft jolts through her.
“Real—that’s us, slut; your pussy’s mine, gripping so tight, crying for our bond; tell me more, how this feels different, passionate.”
His voice was a husky plea, his mouth moving to her neck, sucking a fresh mark, tongue tracing the pulse point as his hand slid down to her thigh, lifting it higher, opening her wider for deeper penetration. Fuck, her confessions—raw, emotional; this slow fuck, her tears, it’s passionate love, not just lust, he thought, his cock pulsing, pre-cum mixing with her juices, the slick sounds filling the room.
“Mmm... different—passionate, deep; your cock, moving slow, hitting spots Anand never touched, connecting us; I’m crying because it’s love in the dirty, ahh... keep going, daddy,” she moaned verbally, her hips rocking to meet his thrusts, her pussy fluttering, building again despite the recent orgasm.
Her hands roamed his back, nails raking harder now, urging him on, tears flowing as the emotional intensity blended with the erotic. Fuck, his rhythm—perfect, passionate; every thrust feels like he’s claiming my soul, tears from how much I’m seen, she thought, her body trembling, clit throbbing as his pelvis grazed it with each in-stroke.
He sensed her rising again, his hand moving to her clit, fingers rubbing slow circles, not rushing, wanting to build her back up emotionally and physically.
“Cry more, my passionate queen—feel me loving you, fucking you deep; we’ll break soon, connect closer, talk dirty.” His words were a mix of command and care, his thrusts pausing as he pulled out slowly, her pussy clenching empty, a soft whimper escaping her lips. He lay beside her, pulling her into his arms, bodies pressed close, his cock hard against her thigh, her breasts against his chest.
“Break—talk, touch, keep the passion; tell me, slut, what’s making you cry most?” His voice soft, fingers stroking her hair, wiping tears, the intimacy raw.
Nivi curled into him, her face buried in his neck, lips brushing his skin as she spoke, her voice verbal but shaky,
“Your care, daddy—fucking me slow, kissing my tears; it’s passionate, connecting us beyond my body, making me cry from feeling loved, not used.” Her hand slid to his cock, stroking gently, keeping the heat alive, her pussy still leaking onto his thigh.
Fuck, this break—his arms, his questions; it’s erotic intimacy, deepening our bond, making tears flow from love, she thought, This pause, this talking, it’s as passionate as the act, cementing their connection.
Chapter 49: First Ruin - Part 8:
Raghavan kissed her deeply, tasting the salt of her tears, his hand sliding to her ass, squeezing gently, pulling her closer so her pussy rubbed his thigh, rekindling the fire.
“Love you like this, slut—passionate, open; let’s keep connecting, oral again, taste each other, talk dirty.” His voice was raw, erotic, guiding her to shift, pulling her into a 69 position, her pussy above his face, his cock at her lips.
“Suck me, queen—slow, passionate, tell me how my cock feels in your mouth.” His tongue flicked out, lapping her folds again, tasting the mix of her cum and his pre-cum, groaning softly as her lips closed around his head.
Fuck, mutual oral—intimate, raw; her taste after climax, her mouth on me, keeps the passion burning, he thought, revelations: This interlude, oral to pause but not cool, strengthens our emotional tie, her tears proof of trust.
Nivi moaned around his cock, the vibration sending shocks through him, her tongue swirling the head, lapping pre-cum, sucking slow and deliberate, matching the rhythm of his tongue on her clit.
“Mmm... daddy, your cock—so thick, tastes so good; passionate in my mouth, connecting us, ahh... your tongue on me again.”
Her verbal moan was muffled but clear, her hands stroking his shaft, one massaging his balls, nails grazing lightly, her pussy grinding down on his face, leaking anew.
Fuck, this 69—erotic, intimate; his tongue licking my cum, my mouth worshipping him; passionate, keeping tears close, she thought, Oral now feels like an extension of their bond, emotional as much as physical, her tears hovering from the intensity.
He groaned louder, tongue thrusting into her pussy, fucking her slow, nose brushing her clit, hands on her ass, spanking lightly to make her jump, juices flooding his mouth.
“Taste so sweet—pussy dripping, passionate for me; suck harder, slut, connect through this.”
His words vibrated against her folds, encouraging her, his cock throbbing in her mouth as she deepthroated, gagging softly but pushing through, eyes watering not from effort but emotion. Fuck, her mouth—expert, passionate; this oral break, her willingness, deepens our love, he thought, sucking her clit hard, fingers slipping in to thrust alongside his tongue.
“Ahh... daddy, yes—your tongue and fingers, passionate, making me close again; love sucking you, feeling us connect,” she moaned verbally, popping off to lick his shaft, kissing the veins, sucking each ball gently before diving back, throat tight around him.
Her body trembled, pussy spasming, building fast from his oral assault. Fuck, this mutual worship—erotic, emotional; tears threatening again, from how perfect this feels, she thought, cumming suddenly, squirting onto his face, a verbal cry, “Cumming—daddy!”
He drank her release, pulling her off his cock gently, flipping her to her back, kissing her deep, sharing her taste.
“Good girl—passionate cum; now back to fucking, deeper, make you cry more.” His cock slid back in, thrusts resuming slow, passionate, tears flowing as they reconnected, the night stretching on.