30-08-2025, 10:19 AM
Chapter 49: First Ruin - Part 9:
As the intense waves of Nivi's orgasm faded, the raw sobs that had spilled from her earlier subsided completely, leaving her body relaxed and humming with a quieter, deeper desire, the passion shifting from emotional overwhelm to a slow, simmering dirtiness that bloomed in the space between them.
Her breathing steadied into soft, rhythmic sighs, her pussy still fluttering around Raghavan's cock, but now in a way that invited exploration rather than immediate climax, the heat unfurling like a secret shared in the flicker of candlelight.
He sensed the change in her, the way her body melted under him, no longer trembling with tears but ready to surrender to his lead, and with a low, possessive groan, he slid out of her slowly, her walls clinging to his shaft, a glistening trail of their mixed wetness connecting them for a moment before breaking.
He guided her gently but firmly onto her stomach, his hands on her hips lifting her just enough to arch her back, positioning her on all fours amid the scattered rose petals and rumpled satin sheets, the candlelight casting warm shadows across her skin, illuminating the full, round perfection of her 38-inch ass—the feature that had haunted his thoughts since her return to the office, the one she’d unknowingly teased with every sway past desks and doorways.
Nivi obeyed his touch without hesitation, settling into the position as he directed, her thighs spreading slightly on instinct, the gold anklet tinkling softly against the bed as she adjusted, her pussy exposed from behind, pink and swollen, leaking steadily down her inner thighs, the wetness catching the light.
The cries were gone, replaced by a deep, breathy sigh of surrender, the passion blooming dirtier now, slower, like a fire being coaxed back to life.
“Daddy, this new way—turning me over like this, it feels so open, so raw; your hands guiding me, it’s different, hot, like you’re seeing all of me,” she murmured, her voice flowing naturally, raw and simple, glancing back over her shoulder to meet his eyes, her ass lifting slightly higher as if offering itself, trusting him to lead her into this uncharted territory.
Fuck, this is new—never been taken like this, only Anand’s quick missionary grunts that left me empty; his hands on my ass, leading me, it’s erotic, blooming that dirty heat slowly, connecting us through his control, she thought, her pussy clenching empty, wetness trickling as she surrendered to the unfamiliar position, her body heating from the anticipation of what he’d do next.
Raghavan knelt behind her, his breath catching at the sight, his hands drawn immediately to her ass cheeks, palms cupping them with firm, unhurried pressure, fingers kneading the soft, pliant flesh deeply, spreading them apart to reveal her completely—the tight pucker of her asshole winking in the candlelight, her pussy lips parted and dripping, the wetness shining like an invitation.
His cock throbbed hard, veined and slick with her juices, pre-cum dripping from the head as he rubbed it between her cheeks, sliding along the crack without entering, teasing her pussy entrance with the head before pulling back, letting it slap lightly against one cheek, leaving a sticky mark that made her shiver.
“Your ass, Nivi—shit, it’s been driving me crazy since you walked back into the office, swaying it past my door, bending over files, making every guy stare; now it’s mine to touch, to take slow, to make you feel how much I’ve wanted this view,” he said, his words pouring out in a natural, continuous stream, raw and simple, thick with lust but grounded in affection, his thumbs circling her asshole lightly, pressing just enough to tease without penetrating, while one hand dipped lower to trace her pussy lips, gathering her wetness and spreading it over her ass, making it glisten under the flickering light.
She let out a soft, flowing moan at his touches, her body responding with a fresh gush of wetness, her clit pulsing untouched but aching from the slow tease, the dirtiness blooming fuller as she obeyed his lead, her ass pushing back subtly into his hands.
“Daddy, your hands on my ass like that—kneading it, spreading me, your cock so close but teasing; it’s hot, raw, making me feel wanted in a way I’ve never felt, not with Anand’s boring thrusts,” she replied, her voice a seamless blend of surrender and desire, no pauses or stilted phrases, just real openness as she glanced back again, her eyes heavy-lidded from the building heat, her curves settling deeper into the pose, trusting him to guide her through this new experience. Fuck, this obedience—letting him lead into something I’ve never done, his hands worshipping my ass like it’s his prize; it’s erotic, blooming that dirty passion slowly, connecting us through his focus on my main feature, she thought, her pussy throbbing harder, wetness flowing freely now, trickling down her thighs as his thumb pressed her asshole a bit firmer, circling with slick pressure, the sensation sending electric shivers up her spine, heightening the slow bloom.
He leaned forward, his breath hot and steady on her skin, planting a trail of open-mouthed kisses along her ass cheeks, starting at the curve where thigh met ass, his tongue flicking out to lick the soft flesh, tasting the salt of her sweat mixed with her arousal, then biting gently to leave faint red marks that bloomed like petals on her skin. His cock continued its tease, sliding between her cheeks again, the head nudging her pussy entrance but pulling back each time, building the anticipation, the dirtiness blooming in the way he worshipped without rushing. One hand slapped her cheek lightly but deliberately, the sound sharp and intimate in the quiet room, red spreading faintly across her skin, followed immediately by his mouth soothing it, sucking the spot tenderly, his fingers kneading deeper, spreading her wider to watch her holes twitch in response.
“Been waiting to do this—touch this ass that’s teased me for weeks, swaying past my office, making me hard while you smiled all innocent; now I’m taking it slow, tasting it, making you feel how much I’ve wanted to own this view, raw and real,” he continued, his words flowing naturally, simple and lust-filled, his free hand slipping between her thighs to rub her clit in slow, firm circles, syncing with the teasing of his cock, the bloom intensifying as her moans grew steadier.
“Daddy, your mouth on my ass—kissing it, biting it, marking it; it’s so raw, so hot, nothing like the quick missionary I’m used to, your fingers on my clit making me shake already,” she moaned back, her response flowing effortlessly, real and immersive, her ass arching higher, the jiggle more inviting as she surrendered to the new position, her body heating from the inside out.
Fuck, this slow worship—his tongue soothing the slaps, fingers circling my clit; it’s erotic, blooming that dirty passion in a way Anand never could, connecting us through his lead and my trust, she thought, her pussy dripping onto the sheets, the anklet tinkling as her leg shifted for better access, the unfamiliar angle making every sensation sharper, more vivid, her obedience deepening the intimacy.
He varied the touches, his mouth moving to lick the crease between her ass and thigh, tongue dipping closer to her pussy but not quite there, teasing the sensitive skin, his cock slapping against her cheek again, the head leaving sticky trails of pre-cum that he rubbed in with his palm, making her skin slick and shiny.
Another slap landed, firmer this time, the bloom of red spreading warmer, but he soothed it instantly with long licks, his breath hot as he murmured,
“Those office moves—leaning over desks, ass out just enough to drive me wild, Ashwin grinning, Dinesh staring, Mohan grabbing; I’m making it mine now, slow and raw, tasting every inch of this view, feeling you open up for me.”
His words flowed seamlessly, raw and simple, his hand on her clit rubbing faster but still controlled, the other spreading her ass to blow cool air on her holes, heightening the sensation, the slow bloom turning the passion dirtier, more intimate.
“Daddy, the way you’re tasting my ass, slapping it, blowing on me— it’s so different, so hot; never felt this before, just boring missionary with Anand, but this, your hands and mouth making me feel owned, wanted,” she replied, her voice a continuous stream of desire, her ass pushing back to meet his touches, the jiggle more pronounced, her pussy leaking more as the dirtiness deepened, the bloom slow and consuming.
Chapter 49: First Ruin - Part 10:
Raghavan’s control held firm as he finally aligned his cock with her pussy entrance from behind, the head pressing in slowly at first, stretching her folds with a delicious burn, her walls welcoming him with a tight, wet grip, her juices easing the way as he bottomed out in one deliberate thrust, his hips pressing flush against her ass cheeks, making them compress and jiggle softly.
The passion bloomed dirtier now, the slow tease giving way to a punishing rhythm that built gradually, his hands gripping her hips with possessive strength, thumbs digging into the dimples above her ass, guiding her back onto him as he pulled out almost fully, watching her pussy lips cling to his shaft, then slamming in harder, the slap of skin against skin echoing intimately, her ass rippling with each impact, the anklet jingling in time.
“This ass of yours, Nivi—shit, it’s the view I’ve been jerking to every time you walked by, swaying it like you didn’t know what it did to me; now I’m taking it raw, slamming it for every tease in the office, making you feel how much I’ve wanted this,” he said, his words pouring out in a natural, continuous stream, simple and thick with lust, one hand leaving her hip to slap her cheek firmer, the red mark deepening like a rose in bloom, then rubbing it soothingly, his cock angling to hit her g-spot on the in-thrust, building the heat without overwhelming rush.
Nivi obeyed the rhythm he set, her body moving back to meet his slams, her ass jiggling more with each punishing push, her pussy clenching tight around him, wetness squirting lightly with the force, the dirtiness blooming fuller as she moaned, “Daddy, your slams from behind—fuck, it’s so raw, so different; never had this, only Anand’s quick missionary that felt like nothing, but you’re hitting deep, making my ass shake, it’s hot, making me feel wanted.”
Her response was seamless, raw and flowing, no hesitation, her curves adapting to the unfamiliar position as he shifted—pulling her up slightly so her back arched more against him, thrusting up into her with a twist, his hands reaching around to cup her breasts, pinching her nipples in sync with the slams, the ass view still central but now with her body pressed back against his, curves melding together.
Fuck, this new angle—his cock slamming up, hands on my tits; it’s erotic, blooming that dirty passion I never knew, connecting us through his lead and my surrender, she thought, her pussy throbbing, clit aching for touch as the bloom intensified, her body learning the position through his guidance, every slam a revelation of what sex could be.
He varied it further, easing her down flatter on her stomach, her ass raised just enough by a pillow he grabbed, thrusting in from above with his body covering hers like a blanket, cock slamming deeper in this prone position, the angle making her ass compress under his weight, jiggling with each punishing push, his mouth at her ear whispering as he flowed, “Switching it like this—taking you flat, your ass still shaking under me, for every time you bent over in the office, teasing without knowing, making me hard while you smiled; now it’s raw, deep, owning this view I’ve craved.”
His words continued naturally, simple and lust-filled, his hand slipping under to rub her clit in firm circles, the other spanking her side cheek lightly, red blooming anew, thrusts relentless but passionate, building the bloom.
Fuck, this prone view—her ass compressed, jiggling; it’s blooming punishment for her teases, connecting us through her obedience to these new angles, he thought, his cock throbbing inside her, still holding off his own release to prolong her experience.
“Daddy, this flat way—fuck, it’s so deep, your cock hitting new spots, making my ass shake under you; it’s raw, hot, nothing like the boring missionary I knew, your hands and slams making me feel alive,” she moaned back, her response flowing naturally, her body tiring now but the dirtiness blooming so intensely, her legs quivering from the extended variations, energy waning despite the heat.
Fuck, these variations—his slams owning my ass, clit buzzing under his fingers; it’s blooming passion in ways I never imagined, connecting us through his control over my main feature, she thought, her pussy leaking more, the unfamiliar angles stretching her experience, making every sensation sharper, more vivid.
He sensed her fatigue, her legs trembling slightly, and slowed his thrusts, easing to a stop, pulling out with a wet pop, her pussy gaping and leaking their juices onto the sheets.
“You’re tired, Nivi—took those slams like a champ, feeling it raw and new; let’s take a break, cuddle and smoke on the balcony, let the forest chill hit our nude bodies, keep this heat simmering,” he said, his voice flowing gently, lifting her tenderly in his arms, her nude form light despite her curves, carrying her to the balcony door.
He opened it, the chill night air rushing in like a cool wave, goosebumps rising instantly on their sweat-slick skin as he settled onto a cushioned lounge chair, pulling her into his lap, her ass nestled against his still-hard cock, bodies pressed close for warmth against the forest’s crisp breath.
The balcony overlooked the dense forest, a vast expanse of trees stretching into the darkness, their leaves rustling softly in the breeze, the air carrying the scent of pine, earth, and something wild, stars twinkling through gaps in the canopy overhead, the chill nipping at their exposed skin, making her nipples harden to tight peaks and his cock twitch against her thigh despite the coolness.
He reached for the cigarettes on a small wrought-iron table nearby, lighting one for her first with a flick of the lighter, the flame briefly illuminating their faces, casting a warm glow against the night’s darkness, then lighting one for himself, smoke curling up into the sky as he wrapped an arm around her waist, hand resting on her ass, squeezing lightly to soothe the red marks from his slaps, his other hand holding the cigarette, inhaling deeply before exhaling a cloud that mingled with the forest mist.
“This chill out here—it’s sharp against our hot skin, makes every touch feel bigger, your ass still warm from my hands, those marks I left; tell me how it felt, Nivi, getting taken like that, new angles, raw and deep,” he said, his words flowing in a relaxed, continuous stream, simple and raw, taking another drag, the smoke scented with the night’s freshness, his lips brushing her ear, the chill making his breath feel hot and intimate.
Nivi took a long drag from her cigarette, the smoke filling her lungs with a calming burn, exhaling slowly as she leaned back against him, her head resting on his shoulder, the chill raising goosebumps on her breasts and thighs, making her press closer, her ass shifting in his lap, teasing his cock unintentionally with the movement.
“Daddy, those new angles—fuck, they were so raw, your cock slamming into me from behind, making my ass shake in ways I’ve never felt; it’s nothing like Anand’s quick, boring missionary, just in and out with no heat, but you, your hands on me, your slams, it felt alive, like you really wanted my ass, wanted me,” she replied, her voice a seamless flow, raw and reflective, taking another drag, smoke trailing from her lips as she turned slightly to kiss his jaw, the cool air heightening every sensation, her free hand resting on his chest, fingers tracing his heartbeat.
“This chill now, it’s hitting my skin, making my nipples hard, your hand on my ass so warm against it; sitting here, talking, it’s keeping that heat alive, raw and real,” she continued, her words natural, no pauses, the forest’s whispers adding to the intimacy, the stars above like a private audience.
He nodded, smoke mingling with hers in the air, his hand sliding from her ass to her thigh, rubbing slowly to warm her against the chill, his cock stirring under her but not demanding, the break stretching the intimacy.
“Yeah, raw and real—that’s what it was, slamming into you from behind, watching that ass jiggle, the one that’s been teasing me every day at work; out here, the forest air on our bare skin, it’s like the night’s part of us, cooling us down but keeping the heat going, your body pressed to mine, still feeling those marks I left,” he said, his words flowing effortlessly, simple and lust-filled, inhaling again, exhaling a cloud that dissipated into the night, his lips brushing her neck, the chill making his kisses feel hotter.
“Tell me more—how’d it feel, those slams hitting new spots, your ass taking center stage like that?” he asked, his voice curious and encouraging, hand squeezing her thigh, fingers inching closer to her pussy but not touching, letting the chill and their words keep the fire simmering.
“Daddy, it felt wild—your cock going so deep from behind, hitting places I didn’t know could feel like that; Anand never did anything but missionary, quick and done, but you, slamming my ass like that, it was like you were claiming it, making me feel every shake, every mark you left; now this chill, it’s nipping at my skin, making your hand feel like fire, keeping us close,” she flowed back, her response natural and immersive, taking another drag, smoke curling around them like a shared veil, turning to kiss him lightly,
smoke-scented lips meeting, the chill drawing them tighter, her ass grinding subtly in his lap, the forest’s cool air making her shiver closer.
“Sitting here, nude under the stars, your body against mine, it’s raw, like the forest knows how you took me,” she added, her words continuous, her hand moving to his cock, stroking idly, keeping the heat alive without rushing.
They continued like that, cigarettes burning down slowly, conversation stretching—him describing how her ass view had driven him wild in the office, her confessing how the new positions opened her to sensations she’d never dreamed of, the dirtiness blooming in their whispers, the chill air making every touch, every word feel more vivid, smoke intertwining with the forest mist, their nude bodies pressed against the night’s cool embrace, passion smoldering, ready to reignite inside when the break ended.
As the intense waves of Nivi's orgasm faded, the raw sobs that had spilled from her earlier subsided completely, leaving her body relaxed and humming with a quieter, deeper desire, the passion shifting from emotional overwhelm to a slow, simmering dirtiness that bloomed in the space between them.
Her breathing steadied into soft, rhythmic sighs, her pussy still fluttering around Raghavan's cock, but now in a way that invited exploration rather than immediate climax, the heat unfurling like a secret shared in the flicker of candlelight.
He sensed the change in her, the way her body melted under him, no longer trembling with tears but ready to surrender to his lead, and with a low, possessive groan, he slid out of her slowly, her walls clinging to his shaft, a glistening trail of their mixed wetness connecting them for a moment before breaking.
He guided her gently but firmly onto her stomach, his hands on her hips lifting her just enough to arch her back, positioning her on all fours amid the scattered rose petals and rumpled satin sheets, the candlelight casting warm shadows across her skin, illuminating the full, round perfection of her 38-inch ass—the feature that had haunted his thoughts since her return to the office, the one she’d unknowingly teased with every sway past desks and doorways.
Nivi obeyed his touch without hesitation, settling into the position as he directed, her thighs spreading slightly on instinct, the gold anklet tinkling softly against the bed as she adjusted, her pussy exposed from behind, pink and swollen, leaking steadily down her inner thighs, the wetness catching the light.
The cries were gone, replaced by a deep, breathy sigh of surrender, the passion blooming dirtier now, slower, like a fire being coaxed back to life.
“Daddy, this new way—turning me over like this, it feels so open, so raw; your hands guiding me, it’s different, hot, like you’re seeing all of me,” she murmured, her voice flowing naturally, raw and simple, glancing back over her shoulder to meet his eyes, her ass lifting slightly higher as if offering itself, trusting him to lead her into this uncharted territory.
Fuck, this is new—never been taken like this, only Anand’s quick missionary grunts that left me empty; his hands on my ass, leading me, it’s erotic, blooming that dirty heat slowly, connecting us through his control, she thought, her pussy clenching empty, wetness trickling as she surrendered to the unfamiliar position, her body heating from the anticipation of what he’d do next.
Raghavan knelt behind her, his breath catching at the sight, his hands drawn immediately to her ass cheeks, palms cupping them with firm, unhurried pressure, fingers kneading the soft, pliant flesh deeply, spreading them apart to reveal her completely—the tight pucker of her asshole winking in the candlelight, her pussy lips parted and dripping, the wetness shining like an invitation.
His cock throbbed hard, veined and slick with her juices, pre-cum dripping from the head as he rubbed it between her cheeks, sliding along the crack without entering, teasing her pussy entrance with the head before pulling back, letting it slap lightly against one cheek, leaving a sticky mark that made her shiver.
“Your ass, Nivi—shit, it’s been driving me crazy since you walked back into the office, swaying it past my door, bending over files, making every guy stare; now it’s mine to touch, to take slow, to make you feel how much I’ve wanted this view,” he said, his words pouring out in a natural, continuous stream, raw and simple, thick with lust but grounded in affection, his thumbs circling her asshole lightly, pressing just enough to tease without penetrating, while one hand dipped lower to trace her pussy lips, gathering her wetness and spreading it over her ass, making it glisten under the flickering light.
She let out a soft, flowing moan at his touches, her body responding with a fresh gush of wetness, her clit pulsing untouched but aching from the slow tease, the dirtiness blooming fuller as she obeyed his lead, her ass pushing back subtly into his hands.
“Daddy, your hands on my ass like that—kneading it, spreading me, your cock so close but teasing; it’s hot, raw, making me feel wanted in a way I’ve never felt, not with Anand’s boring thrusts,” she replied, her voice a seamless blend of surrender and desire, no pauses or stilted phrases, just real openness as she glanced back again, her eyes heavy-lidded from the building heat, her curves settling deeper into the pose, trusting him to guide her through this new experience. Fuck, this obedience—letting him lead into something I’ve never done, his hands worshipping my ass like it’s his prize; it’s erotic, blooming that dirty passion slowly, connecting us through his focus on my main feature, she thought, her pussy throbbing harder, wetness flowing freely now, trickling down her thighs as his thumb pressed her asshole a bit firmer, circling with slick pressure, the sensation sending electric shivers up her spine, heightening the slow bloom.
He leaned forward, his breath hot and steady on her skin, planting a trail of open-mouthed kisses along her ass cheeks, starting at the curve where thigh met ass, his tongue flicking out to lick the soft flesh, tasting the salt of her sweat mixed with her arousal, then biting gently to leave faint red marks that bloomed like petals on her skin. His cock continued its tease, sliding between her cheeks again, the head nudging her pussy entrance but pulling back each time, building the anticipation, the dirtiness blooming in the way he worshipped without rushing. One hand slapped her cheek lightly but deliberately, the sound sharp and intimate in the quiet room, red spreading faintly across her skin, followed immediately by his mouth soothing it, sucking the spot tenderly, his fingers kneading deeper, spreading her wider to watch her holes twitch in response.
“Been waiting to do this—touch this ass that’s teased me for weeks, swaying past my office, making me hard while you smiled all innocent; now I’m taking it slow, tasting it, making you feel how much I’ve wanted to own this view, raw and real,” he continued, his words flowing naturally, simple and lust-filled, his free hand slipping between her thighs to rub her clit in slow, firm circles, syncing with the teasing of his cock, the bloom intensifying as her moans grew steadier.
“Daddy, your mouth on my ass—kissing it, biting it, marking it; it’s so raw, so hot, nothing like the quick missionary I’m used to, your fingers on my clit making me shake already,” she moaned back, her response flowing effortlessly, real and immersive, her ass arching higher, the jiggle more inviting as she surrendered to the new position, her body heating from the inside out.
Fuck, this slow worship—his tongue soothing the slaps, fingers circling my clit; it’s erotic, blooming that dirty passion in a way Anand never could, connecting us through his lead and my trust, she thought, her pussy dripping onto the sheets, the anklet tinkling as her leg shifted for better access, the unfamiliar angle making every sensation sharper, more vivid, her obedience deepening the intimacy.
He varied the touches, his mouth moving to lick the crease between her ass and thigh, tongue dipping closer to her pussy but not quite there, teasing the sensitive skin, his cock slapping against her cheek again, the head leaving sticky trails of pre-cum that he rubbed in with his palm, making her skin slick and shiny.
Another slap landed, firmer this time, the bloom of red spreading warmer, but he soothed it instantly with long licks, his breath hot as he murmured,
“Those office moves—leaning over desks, ass out just enough to drive me wild, Ashwin grinning, Dinesh staring, Mohan grabbing; I’m making it mine now, slow and raw, tasting every inch of this view, feeling you open up for me.”
His words flowed seamlessly, raw and simple, his hand on her clit rubbing faster but still controlled, the other spreading her ass to blow cool air on her holes, heightening the sensation, the slow bloom turning the passion dirtier, more intimate.
“Daddy, the way you’re tasting my ass, slapping it, blowing on me— it’s so different, so hot; never felt this before, just boring missionary with Anand, but this, your hands and mouth making me feel owned, wanted,” she replied, her voice a continuous stream of desire, her ass pushing back to meet his touches, the jiggle more pronounced, her pussy leaking more as the dirtiness deepened, the bloom slow and consuming.
Chapter 49: First Ruin - Part 10:
Raghavan’s control held firm as he finally aligned his cock with her pussy entrance from behind, the head pressing in slowly at first, stretching her folds with a delicious burn, her walls welcoming him with a tight, wet grip, her juices easing the way as he bottomed out in one deliberate thrust, his hips pressing flush against her ass cheeks, making them compress and jiggle softly.
The passion bloomed dirtier now, the slow tease giving way to a punishing rhythm that built gradually, his hands gripping her hips with possessive strength, thumbs digging into the dimples above her ass, guiding her back onto him as he pulled out almost fully, watching her pussy lips cling to his shaft, then slamming in harder, the slap of skin against skin echoing intimately, her ass rippling with each impact, the anklet jingling in time.
“This ass of yours, Nivi—shit, it’s the view I’ve been jerking to every time you walked by, swaying it like you didn’t know what it did to me; now I’m taking it raw, slamming it for every tease in the office, making you feel how much I’ve wanted this,” he said, his words pouring out in a natural, continuous stream, simple and thick with lust, one hand leaving her hip to slap her cheek firmer, the red mark deepening like a rose in bloom, then rubbing it soothingly, his cock angling to hit her g-spot on the in-thrust, building the heat without overwhelming rush.
Nivi obeyed the rhythm he set, her body moving back to meet his slams, her ass jiggling more with each punishing push, her pussy clenching tight around him, wetness squirting lightly with the force, the dirtiness blooming fuller as she moaned, “Daddy, your slams from behind—fuck, it’s so raw, so different; never had this, only Anand’s quick missionary that felt like nothing, but you’re hitting deep, making my ass shake, it’s hot, making me feel wanted.”
Her response was seamless, raw and flowing, no hesitation, her curves adapting to the unfamiliar position as he shifted—pulling her up slightly so her back arched more against him, thrusting up into her with a twist, his hands reaching around to cup her breasts, pinching her nipples in sync with the slams, the ass view still central but now with her body pressed back against his, curves melding together.
Fuck, this new angle—his cock slamming up, hands on my tits; it’s erotic, blooming that dirty passion I never knew, connecting us through his lead and my surrender, she thought, her pussy throbbing, clit aching for touch as the bloom intensified, her body learning the position through his guidance, every slam a revelation of what sex could be.
He varied it further, easing her down flatter on her stomach, her ass raised just enough by a pillow he grabbed, thrusting in from above with his body covering hers like a blanket, cock slamming deeper in this prone position, the angle making her ass compress under his weight, jiggling with each punishing push, his mouth at her ear whispering as he flowed, “Switching it like this—taking you flat, your ass still shaking under me, for every time you bent over in the office, teasing without knowing, making me hard while you smiled; now it’s raw, deep, owning this view I’ve craved.”
His words continued naturally, simple and lust-filled, his hand slipping under to rub her clit in firm circles, the other spanking her side cheek lightly, red blooming anew, thrusts relentless but passionate, building the bloom.
Fuck, this prone view—her ass compressed, jiggling; it’s blooming punishment for her teases, connecting us through her obedience to these new angles, he thought, his cock throbbing inside her, still holding off his own release to prolong her experience.
“Daddy, this flat way—fuck, it’s so deep, your cock hitting new spots, making my ass shake under you; it’s raw, hot, nothing like the boring missionary I knew, your hands and slams making me feel alive,” she moaned back, her response flowing naturally, her body tiring now but the dirtiness blooming so intensely, her legs quivering from the extended variations, energy waning despite the heat.
Fuck, these variations—his slams owning my ass, clit buzzing under his fingers; it’s blooming passion in ways I never imagined, connecting us through his control over my main feature, she thought, her pussy leaking more, the unfamiliar angles stretching her experience, making every sensation sharper, more vivid.
He sensed her fatigue, her legs trembling slightly, and slowed his thrusts, easing to a stop, pulling out with a wet pop, her pussy gaping and leaking their juices onto the sheets.
“You’re tired, Nivi—took those slams like a champ, feeling it raw and new; let’s take a break, cuddle and smoke on the balcony, let the forest chill hit our nude bodies, keep this heat simmering,” he said, his voice flowing gently, lifting her tenderly in his arms, her nude form light despite her curves, carrying her to the balcony door.
He opened it, the chill night air rushing in like a cool wave, goosebumps rising instantly on their sweat-slick skin as he settled onto a cushioned lounge chair, pulling her into his lap, her ass nestled against his still-hard cock, bodies pressed close for warmth against the forest’s crisp breath.
The balcony overlooked the dense forest, a vast expanse of trees stretching into the darkness, their leaves rustling softly in the breeze, the air carrying the scent of pine, earth, and something wild, stars twinkling through gaps in the canopy overhead, the chill nipping at their exposed skin, making her nipples harden to tight peaks and his cock twitch against her thigh despite the coolness.
He reached for the cigarettes on a small wrought-iron table nearby, lighting one for her first with a flick of the lighter, the flame briefly illuminating their faces, casting a warm glow against the night’s darkness, then lighting one for himself, smoke curling up into the sky as he wrapped an arm around her waist, hand resting on her ass, squeezing lightly to soothe the red marks from his slaps, his other hand holding the cigarette, inhaling deeply before exhaling a cloud that mingled with the forest mist.
“This chill out here—it’s sharp against our hot skin, makes every touch feel bigger, your ass still warm from my hands, those marks I left; tell me how it felt, Nivi, getting taken like that, new angles, raw and deep,” he said, his words flowing in a relaxed, continuous stream, simple and raw, taking another drag, the smoke scented with the night’s freshness, his lips brushing her ear, the chill making his breath feel hot and intimate.
Nivi took a long drag from her cigarette, the smoke filling her lungs with a calming burn, exhaling slowly as she leaned back against him, her head resting on his shoulder, the chill raising goosebumps on her breasts and thighs, making her press closer, her ass shifting in his lap, teasing his cock unintentionally with the movement.
“Daddy, those new angles—fuck, they were so raw, your cock slamming into me from behind, making my ass shake in ways I’ve never felt; it’s nothing like Anand’s quick, boring missionary, just in and out with no heat, but you, your hands on me, your slams, it felt alive, like you really wanted my ass, wanted me,” she replied, her voice a seamless flow, raw and reflective, taking another drag, smoke trailing from her lips as she turned slightly to kiss his jaw, the cool air heightening every sensation, her free hand resting on his chest, fingers tracing his heartbeat.
“This chill now, it’s hitting my skin, making my nipples hard, your hand on my ass so warm against it; sitting here, talking, it’s keeping that heat alive, raw and real,” she continued, her words natural, no pauses, the forest’s whispers adding to the intimacy, the stars above like a private audience.
He nodded, smoke mingling with hers in the air, his hand sliding from her ass to her thigh, rubbing slowly to warm her against the chill, his cock stirring under her but not demanding, the break stretching the intimacy.
“Yeah, raw and real—that’s what it was, slamming into you from behind, watching that ass jiggle, the one that’s been teasing me every day at work; out here, the forest air on our bare skin, it’s like the night’s part of us, cooling us down but keeping the heat going, your body pressed to mine, still feeling those marks I left,” he said, his words flowing effortlessly, simple and lust-filled, inhaling again, exhaling a cloud that dissipated into the night, his lips brushing her neck, the chill making his kisses feel hotter.
“Tell me more—how’d it feel, those slams hitting new spots, your ass taking center stage like that?” he asked, his voice curious and encouraging, hand squeezing her thigh, fingers inching closer to her pussy but not touching, letting the chill and their words keep the fire simmering.
“Daddy, it felt wild—your cock going so deep from behind, hitting places I didn’t know could feel like that; Anand never did anything but missionary, quick and done, but you, slamming my ass like that, it was like you were claiming it, making me feel every shake, every mark you left; now this chill, it’s nipping at my skin, making your hand feel like fire, keeping us close,” she flowed back, her response natural and immersive, taking another drag, smoke curling around them like a shared veil, turning to kiss him lightly,
smoke-scented lips meeting, the chill drawing them tighter, her ass grinding subtly in his lap, the forest’s cool air making her shiver closer.
“Sitting here, nude under the stars, your body against mine, it’s raw, like the forest knows how you took me,” she added, her words continuous, her hand moving to his cock, stroking idly, keeping the heat alive without rushing.
They continued like that, cigarettes burning down slowly, conversation stretching—him describing how her ass view had driven him wild in the office, her confessing how the new positions opened her to sensations she’d never dreamed of, the dirtiness blooming in their whispers, the chill air making every touch, every word feel more vivid, smoke intertwining with the forest mist, their nude bodies pressed against the night’s cool embrace, passion smoldering, ready to reignite inside when the break ended.