31-08-2025, 01:30 PM
Chapter 50: Morning Cravings
The late morning sun slipped through the heavy curtains of the honeymoon suite, casting faint golden streaks across the tangled sheets where Nivi and Raghavan lay entwined, their bodies heavy with the delicious exhaustion of the night before. Nivi woke first, her eyes blinking open slowly, her senses flooded with the raw, musky scent of sex that hung in the air—sweat, cum, and a sweet tang of their passion, mixed with the faded jasmine from last night’s candles.
Her skin felt tacky, crusted with dried patches of their fluids across her thighs, her 38-inch ass, and her 34C breasts, the remnants of their hours-long ecstasy binding them together. Raghavan’s cock, now soft and shrunken, remained nestled just inside her pussy, the tip lodged past her entrance, held by the dried cum that had crusted like glue, sealing their intimacy. She shifted slightly, her thigh brushing his, and the movement made her pussy twitch, the sticky bond cracking, a faint breeze of morning air hitting her sensitive hole as his softened cock slipped a fraction, stirring a pang of emptiness.
Her thoughts spiraled, a rush of memories from the night flooding her mind. Fuck, we slept like this—his dick inside me, our sweat and cum dried everywhere, the smell so strong, so real; it’s overwhelming, but it feels like I’m his, like I was meant for this. A wave of satisfaction washed over her, her body tingling with the realization of how desired she’d felt, how thoroughly he’d claimed her through hours of passion—foreplay that lingered with kisses and licks, balcony thrusts under the stars, positions she’d never known, each one stretching her beyond the quick, hollow thrusts she’d endured in her past.
Hours, maybe four or more—his tongue, my mouth, then his cock, fucking for two hours straight, not two minutes like before; how did he keep going, that energy, that stamina? Some pill, maybe, but shit, he made me feel like a queen, fucked me raw and right. The thought of his relentless drive, his ability to push her to orgasm after orgasm, squirting in the open air, filling her with cum, made her pussy pulse again, fresh wetness seeping through the dried crust, softening it, making his cock slip further out, the tip now barely inside, the emptiness sharper. He’s not filling me anymore; feels like part of me’s gone, like I need him back inside.
She didn’t want to wake him, not yet—his face was serene in sleep, lips slightly parted, his chest rising with slow, deep breaths, his strong arms still loosely dbangd around her, one hand resting on her hip, fingers curled against her sticky skin. She propped herself up on one elbow, careful not to jostle him, her eyes tracing his features, a soft warmth swelling in her chest as she admired him like a rare treasure, her fingers brushing lightly through his hair, petting him gently, her heart full of awe.
He’s so damn beautiful, sleeping after giving me everything; how did he fuck me that long, make me cum so hard, claim every part of me? Her gaze drifted lower, settling on his shrunken cock, now fully slipped out, resting against his thigh, streaked with the dried mix of his cum and her juices, the stains glinting faintly in the morning light, a testament to their wild night. Her breath caught, the musky aroma hitting her, making her mouth water, her pussy drip anew. Fuck, look at it—soft but perfect, covered in us, our mess; I need to taste it, feel him again.
Carefully, she shifted her body, sliding down the bed with slow, deliberate movements, her ass lifting as she positioned herself, her thighs parting to settle comfortably, her breasts brushing the sheets, nipples hardening at the contact. She leaned in, her lips grazing the soft tip of his cock, kissing it gently, the taste of their dried fluids salty and tangy on her tongue, addictive in its rawness.
His cock twitched faintly, even in sleep, a subtle flinch that made her smile, her kisses trailing along the shaft, soft and reverent, her tongue flicking out to taste the crusted stains, inhaling the heady mix of their scents, her pussy pulsing with fresh wetness as she savored it. This taste, our cum mixed, it’s not gross—it’s fucking addictive, like I can’t get enough of us. She kissed again, her mouth opening to suck gently, her hand wrapping the base to stroke lightly, feeling him twitch and start to harden, her ass shifting on the bed, thighs spreading wider, the morning air hitting her pussy, making her feel the sticky remnants crack further.
Raghavan stirred, his eyes fluttering open, catching her with her lips around the tip of his shrunken cock, kissing and sucking softly, her eyes flicking up to meet his, a spark of mischief and devotion in her gaze. He groaned low, a sleepy, proud sound, his hand reaching down to thread through her hair, resting there without pulling, watching her with a mix of awe and desire.
“Fuck, Nivi, waking up to your mouth on my dick—sucking our dried cum, licking our mess, you’re one dirty little queen,” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep but flowing naturally, raw and simple, his hips shifting slightly to push deeper into her mouth, his cock starting to rise, the head swelling as she sucked, her hand stroking the base, her tongue swirling the tip, tasting their combined fluids.
She moaned softly around him, the vibration making him twitch, her eyes locked on his, her mouth working slowly, sucking the head, savoring the salty tang, her pussy dripping as she felt him grow inside her.
“Daddy, couldn’t stop myself—seeing your dick like this, soft but covered in our cum, I had to taste it, feel you again, so hot and raw,” she said, her voice flowing, popping off to kiss the shaft, her tongue tracing the veins, licking the dried stains, her hand stroking faster as he hardened, her ass lifting higher on the bed, thighs spreading wider, the air hitting her pussy, making her pulse with need.
This mess on him—our cum, our sweat, it’s not dirty in a bad way; it’s addictive, makes me wet, makes me want him more; last night was everything, and now this feels just as right. She deepened the blowjob, her mouth taking him further, throat relaxing to swallow more, her hand massaging his balls, nails grazing lightly, her body rocking slightly with the rhythm, her breasts brushing the sheets, nipples aching.
Raghavan’s groan deepened as Nivi’s mouth worked his cock, now half-hard and growing thicker, filling her lips with every slow suck, her tongue swirling around the head, lapping up the dried cum and fresh pre-cum mixing in her mouth, the flavor intense and intoxicating, stirring her pussy into a fresh drip. The scent of their night—musky, raw, a blend of their fluids and sweat—felt pleasant, not off-putting, like a drug she couldn’t resist, her body tingling with the thrill of it.
Fuck, this taste, this smell—it’s not gross, it’s us, so raw and good; I’m sore from last night, but this feels right, like I need more of him, of us. She adjusted her position, her knees sinking deeper into the mattress, her ass lifting higher as she leaned forward, her thighs spreading wider to let the morning air hit her pussy, the dried cum cracking further, the soreness in her walls a sweet reminder of his wrecking.
“Daddy, your cock tastes so good—our cum mixed, sticky and raw, I can’t get enough, makes me wet just sucking you,” she moaned around him, her voice flowing naturally, raw and breathy, popping off to lick the shaft, kissing the base, her hand stroking faster, her tongue flicking the tip, her other hand massaging his balls, her body rocking with the rhythm, her breasts brushing his thighs now, nipples hardening more.
He pulled her gently by the hip, his hand on her ass, guiding her to straddle his face, turning it into a 69, her pussy hovering over his mouth, her ass in his view, her thighs spreading wide as she followed his lead, her knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his head, her breasts pressing against his belly as she leaned down to suck him again.
“Come here, Nivi—ass over my face, pussy on my mouth, let’s taste our mess together, lick you clean while you suck my dick, dirty and hot,” he said, his voice flowing, his tongue flicking out to lap her pussy lips, tasting the dried cum and fresh wetness, his hands spreading her ass cheeks, fingers kneading the flesh, his cock throbbing in her mouth as she deepthroated, gagging softly but pushing through, her lips sealing tight, her tongue swirling, her hand stroking the base.
“Daddy, this way—my ass over you, your tongue licking our cum, it’s so hot, tastes so good, makes me want to suck you harder,” she moaned around his cock, her voice muffled but flowing, her body adapting to the position, her hips lowering to press her pussy against his mouth, her ass shifting slightly as she rocked, her thighs tensing to hold the pose, her breasts pressing against his belly, her mouth taking him deeper, throat tightening, her hand massaging his balls, her other hand stroking the base, her body swaying with the rhythm, the soreness in her pussy flaring slightly as his tongue thrust inside, lapping the mix. This 69—his tongue tasting our night, my mouth on him, it’s so raw, addictive; the soreness burns a bit, but it’s good, makes me feel claimed. When he slipped a finger in beside his tongue, the burn intensified, a sharp ache in her wrecked walls, and she gasped, popping off his cock.
“Daddy, your finger—it hurts, my pussy’s sore from last night; just use your tongue, you fucked me so hard, I love the burn but it’s too much now,” she said, her voice flowing, her body shifting to lift slightly, her ass clenching, her thighs quivering from the pain-pleasure mix.
He pulled his finger out instantly, his tongue delving deeper, lapping her gently, sucking her clit softly, “Fuck, Nivi, sorry—your pussy’s raw from me fucking it all night, love that you feel it; tongue only, baby, let it rest, lick our cum clean, make you feel good without the hurt.”
His voice flowing, his hands kneading her ass softly, his tongue swirling her clit, thrusting inside, savoring the mix, his cock throbbing in her mouth as she deepthroated again, her moans vibrating him, her lips sealing tighter, her tongue swirling faster, her hand stroking the base, her other hand massaging his balls, nails grazing.
“Daddy, your tongue—licking our mess, feels so good, raw and hot; I’m sore but it’s nice, love sucking you like this, tasting our cum,” she moaned around him, her voice flowing, her body rocking with the rhythm, her hips grinding down on his face, her ass shifting as she moved, her thighs tensing, her breasts pressing against his belly, her mouth taking him to the base, throat contracting, her tongue swirling wild, her hand pumping faster, feeling him swell. He groaned into her pussy, his tongue flicking her clit faster, sucking the lips, lapping the dried cum,
“Your mouth—dirty as hell, sucking our cum off me; keep going, baby, make me cum again, taste it fresh, filthy like last night,” his voice vibrating against her, his hands spreading her ass, tongue thrusting deep, the savoring making her wetter, the soreness easing into pleasure.
She felt him tense, her mouth deepthroating, throat contracting, and he came hard, hot ropes spurting into her mouth, filling it, her swallowing every drop, tongue lapping clean, her moans around him as she cleaned, her body shaking as his tongue brought her close too. “Fuck, daddy, your cum—hot, salty, so good; swallowed it all, love tasting us,” she said, her voice flowing, popping off to lick the head, her pussy pulsing on his tongue, her ass rocking, her thighs quivering.
They felt hunger hit, their bodies spent but stomachs growling, the morning sun stronger now. “Nivi, let’s shower—clean this mess, but keep it hot, my hands all over you,” he said, lifting her, carrying her to the bathroom, the large shower steaming as he turned it on, guiding her under the spray, her body relaxing in the warmth, his hands soaping her breasts, fingers circling nipples, sliding down to her ass, kneading the cheeks, the suds washing away the dried cum and sweat, her body leaning into him, her hands soaping his chest, sliding to his cock, stroking softly, the shower’s heat easing her soreness, their bodies pressed, kisses under the water, tongues dirty, his fingers brushing her pussy lightly, avoiding entry, her ass grinding against his hand as she turned, the water cascading over her curves.
“Daddy, the water—feels so nice, your hands soaping me, cleaning but teasing, hot and sensual,” she moaned, her voice flowing, turning to face him, her hands soaping his cock, the shower steam filling the room, their bodies clean but desire lingering, towels wrapped loosely as they dried, his around his waist, hers tucked above her breasts, clinging to her curves, her ass swaying as she moved, her breasts bouncing slightly.
He called room service for coffee, pacing with the phone, his towel slipping low, “Coffee, strong, two cups,” he said, hanging up, turning to her.
“Let’s enjoy the sun on the balcony, Nivi—in towels, feel the nature, the sounds; no one’s around, but if you’re shy, stay low.”
She hesitated, her towel tucked tight, her pussy sore but tingling,
“Daddy, the balcony in just a towel—feels risky, what if someone sees; but the sun, the trees, it’s tempting,” she said, her voice flowing, stepping to the door, her ass swaying under the towel, her breasts bouncing, her hand holding the fabric, her body tense but aroused.
“It’s a new place, no one bothers; come, feel the sun, hear the birds, coffee’s coming,” he said, guiding her out, his towel low, cock outline visible, sitting on the couch, pulling her to his lap, her towel riding up, her ass on his thigh, the sun warming their skin, birds chirping, breeze gentle.
She stayed low, her towel covering her, excitement building, “The sun’s nice, daddy, the sounds relaxing, but I’m shy in this towel,” she said, leaning into him, her hand on his thigh, the couch comfortable, the forest view endless.
The doorbell rang—coffee likely—and he nodded, “Go get it, Nivi—I’m here, don’t worry, it’s hot seeing you like that.” She stood slowly, heart racing, scared but excited, her towel slipping as she walked to the door, her ass swaying, breasts bouncing, hand clutching the fabric, ending the part there.
The late morning sun slipped through the heavy curtains of the honeymoon suite, casting faint golden streaks across the tangled sheets where Nivi and Raghavan lay entwined, their bodies heavy with the delicious exhaustion of the night before. Nivi woke first, her eyes blinking open slowly, her senses flooded with the raw, musky scent of sex that hung in the air—sweat, cum, and a sweet tang of their passion, mixed with the faded jasmine from last night’s candles.
Her skin felt tacky, crusted with dried patches of their fluids across her thighs, her 38-inch ass, and her 34C breasts, the remnants of their hours-long ecstasy binding them together. Raghavan’s cock, now soft and shrunken, remained nestled just inside her pussy, the tip lodged past her entrance, held by the dried cum that had crusted like glue, sealing their intimacy. She shifted slightly, her thigh brushing his, and the movement made her pussy twitch, the sticky bond cracking, a faint breeze of morning air hitting her sensitive hole as his softened cock slipped a fraction, stirring a pang of emptiness.
Her thoughts spiraled, a rush of memories from the night flooding her mind. Fuck, we slept like this—his dick inside me, our sweat and cum dried everywhere, the smell so strong, so real; it’s overwhelming, but it feels like I’m his, like I was meant for this. A wave of satisfaction washed over her, her body tingling with the realization of how desired she’d felt, how thoroughly he’d claimed her through hours of passion—foreplay that lingered with kisses and licks, balcony thrusts under the stars, positions she’d never known, each one stretching her beyond the quick, hollow thrusts she’d endured in her past.
Hours, maybe four or more—his tongue, my mouth, then his cock, fucking for two hours straight, not two minutes like before; how did he keep going, that energy, that stamina? Some pill, maybe, but shit, he made me feel like a queen, fucked me raw and right. The thought of his relentless drive, his ability to push her to orgasm after orgasm, squirting in the open air, filling her with cum, made her pussy pulse again, fresh wetness seeping through the dried crust, softening it, making his cock slip further out, the tip now barely inside, the emptiness sharper. He’s not filling me anymore; feels like part of me’s gone, like I need him back inside.
She didn’t want to wake him, not yet—his face was serene in sleep, lips slightly parted, his chest rising with slow, deep breaths, his strong arms still loosely dbangd around her, one hand resting on her hip, fingers curled against her sticky skin. She propped herself up on one elbow, careful not to jostle him, her eyes tracing his features, a soft warmth swelling in her chest as she admired him like a rare treasure, her fingers brushing lightly through his hair, petting him gently, her heart full of awe.
He’s so damn beautiful, sleeping after giving me everything; how did he fuck me that long, make me cum so hard, claim every part of me? Her gaze drifted lower, settling on his shrunken cock, now fully slipped out, resting against his thigh, streaked with the dried mix of his cum and her juices, the stains glinting faintly in the morning light, a testament to their wild night. Her breath caught, the musky aroma hitting her, making her mouth water, her pussy drip anew. Fuck, look at it—soft but perfect, covered in us, our mess; I need to taste it, feel him again.
Carefully, she shifted her body, sliding down the bed with slow, deliberate movements, her ass lifting as she positioned herself, her thighs parting to settle comfortably, her breasts brushing the sheets, nipples hardening at the contact. She leaned in, her lips grazing the soft tip of his cock, kissing it gently, the taste of their dried fluids salty and tangy on her tongue, addictive in its rawness.
His cock twitched faintly, even in sleep, a subtle flinch that made her smile, her kisses trailing along the shaft, soft and reverent, her tongue flicking out to taste the crusted stains, inhaling the heady mix of their scents, her pussy pulsing with fresh wetness as she savored it. This taste, our cum mixed, it’s not gross—it’s fucking addictive, like I can’t get enough of us. She kissed again, her mouth opening to suck gently, her hand wrapping the base to stroke lightly, feeling him twitch and start to harden, her ass shifting on the bed, thighs spreading wider, the morning air hitting her pussy, making her feel the sticky remnants crack further.
Raghavan stirred, his eyes fluttering open, catching her with her lips around the tip of his shrunken cock, kissing and sucking softly, her eyes flicking up to meet his, a spark of mischief and devotion in her gaze. He groaned low, a sleepy, proud sound, his hand reaching down to thread through her hair, resting there without pulling, watching her with a mix of awe and desire.
“Fuck, Nivi, waking up to your mouth on my dick—sucking our dried cum, licking our mess, you’re one dirty little queen,” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep but flowing naturally, raw and simple, his hips shifting slightly to push deeper into her mouth, his cock starting to rise, the head swelling as she sucked, her hand stroking the base, her tongue swirling the tip, tasting their combined fluids.
She moaned softly around him, the vibration making him twitch, her eyes locked on his, her mouth working slowly, sucking the head, savoring the salty tang, her pussy dripping as she felt him grow inside her.
“Daddy, couldn’t stop myself—seeing your dick like this, soft but covered in our cum, I had to taste it, feel you again, so hot and raw,” she said, her voice flowing, popping off to kiss the shaft, her tongue tracing the veins, licking the dried stains, her hand stroking faster as he hardened, her ass lifting higher on the bed, thighs spreading wider, the air hitting her pussy, making her pulse with need.
This mess on him—our cum, our sweat, it’s not dirty in a bad way; it’s addictive, makes me wet, makes me want him more; last night was everything, and now this feels just as right. She deepened the blowjob, her mouth taking him further, throat relaxing to swallow more, her hand massaging his balls, nails grazing lightly, her body rocking slightly with the rhythm, her breasts brushing the sheets, nipples aching.
Raghavan’s groan deepened as Nivi’s mouth worked his cock, now half-hard and growing thicker, filling her lips with every slow suck, her tongue swirling around the head, lapping up the dried cum and fresh pre-cum mixing in her mouth, the flavor intense and intoxicating, stirring her pussy into a fresh drip. The scent of their night—musky, raw, a blend of their fluids and sweat—felt pleasant, not off-putting, like a drug she couldn’t resist, her body tingling with the thrill of it.
Fuck, this taste, this smell—it’s not gross, it’s us, so raw and good; I’m sore from last night, but this feels right, like I need more of him, of us. She adjusted her position, her knees sinking deeper into the mattress, her ass lifting higher as she leaned forward, her thighs spreading wider to let the morning air hit her pussy, the dried cum cracking further, the soreness in her walls a sweet reminder of his wrecking.
“Daddy, your cock tastes so good—our cum mixed, sticky and raw, I can’t get enough, makes me wet just sucking you,” she moaned around him, her voice flowing naturally, raw and breathy, popping off to lick the shaft, kissing the base, her hand stroking faster, her tongue flicking the tip, her other hand massaging his balls, her body rocking with the rhythm, her breasts brushing his thighs now, nipples hardening more.
He pulled her gently by the hip, his hand on her ass, guiding her to straddle his face, turning it into a 69, her pussy hovering over his mouth, her ass in his view, her thighs spreading wide as she followed his lead, her knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his head, her breasts pressing against his belly as she leaned down to suck him again.
“Come here, Nivi—ass over my face, pussy on my mouth, let’s taste our mess together, lick you clean while you suck my dick, dirty and hot,” he said, his voice flowing, his tongue flicking out to lap her pussy lips, tasting the dried cum and fresh wetness, his hands spreading her ass cheeks, fingers kneading the flesh, his cock throbbing in her mouth as she deepthroated, gagging softly but pushing through, her lips sealing tight, her tongue swirling, her hand stroking the base.
“Daddy, this way—my ass over you, your tongue licking our cum, it’s so hot, tastes so good, makes me want to suck you harder,” she moaned around his cock, her voice muffled but flowing, her body adapting to the position, her hips lowering to press her pussy against his mouth, her ass shifting slightly as she rocked, her thighs tensing to hold the pose, her breasts pressing against his belly, her mouth taking him deeper, throat tightening, her hand massaging his balls, her other hand stroking the base, her body swaying with the rhythm, the soreness in her pussy flaring slightly as his tongue thrust inside, lapping the mix. This 69—his tongue tasting our night, my mouth on him, it’s so raw, addictive; the soreness burns a bit, but it’s good, makes me feel claimed. When he slipped a finger in beside his tongue, the burn intensified, a sharp ache in her wrecked walls, and she gasped, popping off his cock.
“Daddy, your finger—it hurts, my pussy’s sore from last night; just use your tongue, you fucked me so hard, I love the burn but it’s too much now,” she said, her voice flowing, her body shifting to lift slightly, her ass clenching, her thighs quivering from the pain-pleasure mix.
He pulled his finger out instantly, his tongue delving deeper, lapping her gently, sucking her clit softly, “Fuck, Nivi, sorry—your pussy’s raw from me fucking it all night, love that you feel it; tongue only, baby, let it rest, lick our cum clean, make you feel good without the hurt.”
His voice flowing, his hands kneading her ass softly, his tongue swirling her clit, thrusting inside, savoring the mix, his cock throbbing in her mouth as she deepthroated again, her moans vibrating him, her lips sealing tighter, her tongue swirling faster, her hand stroking the base, her other hand massaging his balls, nails grazing.
“Daddy, your tongue—licking our mess, feels so good, raw and hot; I’m sore but it’s nice, love sucking you like this, tasting our cum,” she moaned around him, her voice flowing, her body rocking with the rhythm, her hips grinding down on his face, her ass shifting as she moved, her thighs tensing, her breasts pressing against his belly, her mouth taking him to the base, throat contracting, her tongue swirling wild, her hand pumping faster, feeling him swell. He groaned into her pussy, his tongue flicking her clit faster, sucking the lips, lapping the dried cum,
“Your mouth—dirty as hell, sucking our cum off me; keep going, baby, make me cum again, taste it fresh, filthy like last night,” his voice vibrating against her, his hands spreading her ass, tongue thrusting deep, the savoring making her wetter, the soreness easing into pleasure.
She felt him tense, her mouth deepthroating, throat contracting, and he came hard, hot ropes spurting into her mouth, filling it, her swallowing every drop, tongue lapping clean, her moans around him as she cleaned, her body shaking as his tongue brought her close too. “Fuck, daddy, your cum—hot, salty, so good; swallowed it all, love tasting us,” she said, her voice flowing, popping off to lick the head, her pussy pulsing on his tongue, her ass rocking, her thighs quivering.
They felt hunger hit, their bodies spent but stomachs growling, the morning sun stronger now. “Nivi, let’s shower—clean this mess, but keep it hot, my hands all over you,” he said, lifting her, carrying her to the bathroom, the large shower steaming as he turned it on, guiding her under the spray, her body relaxing in the warmth, his hands soaping her breasts, fingers circling nipples, sliding down to her ass, kneading the cheeks, the suds washing away the dried cum and sweat, her body leaning into him, her hands soaping his chest, sliding to his cock, stroking softly, the shower’s heat easing her soreness, their bodies pressed, kisses under the water, tongues dirty, his fingers brushing her pussy lightly, avoiding entry, her ass grinding against his hand as she turned, the water cascading over her curves.
“Daddy, the water—feels so nice, your hands soaping me, cleaning but teasing, hot and sensual,” she moaned, her voice flowing, turning to face him, her hands soaping his cock, the shower steam filling the room, their bodies clean but desire lingering, towels wrapped loosely as they dried, his around his waist, hers tucked above her breasts, clinging to her curves, her ass swaying as she moved, her breasts bouncing slightly.
He called room service for coffee, pacing with the phone, his towel slipping low, “Coffee, strong, two cups,” he said, hanging up, turning to her.
“Let’s enjoy the sun on the balcony, Nivi—in towels, feel the nature, the sounds; no one’s around, but if you’re shy, stay low.”
She hesitated, her towel tucked tight, her pussy sore but tingling,
“Daddy, the balcony in just a towel—feels risky, what if someone sees; but the sun, the trees, it’s tempting,” she said, her voice flowing, stepping to the door, her ass swaying under the towel, her breasts bouncing, her hand holding the fabric, her body tense but aroused.
“It’s a new place, no one bothers; come, feel the sun, hear the birds, coffee’s coming,” he said, guiding her out, his towel low, cock outline visible, sitting on the couch, pulling her to his lap, her towel riding up, her ass on his thigh, the sun warming their skin, birds chirping, breeze gentle.
She stayed low, her towel covering her, excitement building, “The sun’s nice, daddy, the sounds relaxing, but I’m shy in this towel,” she said, leaning into him, her hand on his thigh, the couch comfortable, the forest view endless.
The doorbell rang—coffee likely—and he nodded, “Go get it, Nivi—I’m here, don’t worry, it’s hot seeing you like that.” She stood slowly, heart racing, scared but excited, her towel slipping as she walked to the door, her ass swaying, breasts bouncing, hand clutching the fabric, ending the part there.
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