05-09-2025, 11:10 AM
After a few moments of catching our breath, he shifted slightly, his hand trailing down to gently trace the sticky warmth on my belly, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Look at the mess you've made me make," he teased softly, his voice husky with lingering desire. I laughed breathlessly, my fingers weaving into his hair as I pulled him closer for a deep, lingering kiss that tasted of salt and satisfaction.
Reluctantly, I untangled myself from his embrace, feeling the pleasant ache in my muscles as I sat up. "I need a shower," I murmured, glancing down at the glistening evidence of our passion on my skin. He watched me with hooded eyes, his hand reaching out to brush my thigh one last time. "Hurry back," he said, his tone promising more adventures ahead.
I slipped off the couch and padded through the dimly lit hallway to Ranjeet's bedroom, my bare feet silent on the soft carpet. Pushing open the door, I crossed the room-glancing at his rumpled bed that promised more intimacy later-and entered the adjoining bathroom, the cool tile floor a stark contrast to the heat still radiating from my body. Turning on the shower, I let the steam fill the room before stepping under the warm cascade, the water rinsing away the stickiness and soothing my sensitive skin. As I lathered up, my mind replayed every intense moment, a smile curving my lips-I couldn't wait to return to him.
The steam was thick. It wrapped the room like a foggy blanket. Everything looked blurry. The walls were faint shapes. The mirror was a misty sheet of water drops. Water ran down the glass shower walls. The air smelled like my jasmine soap. A light, sexy scent from our earlier fun still clung to my skin.
Then, I felt him before I saw him-a small shift in the air, like a warm breeze cutting through the fog. It brought his body heat and the spicy smell of his aftershave. My skin tingled, and my heart started beating faster with excitement. I paused, bubbles dripping from my fingers. Slowly, I turned under the falling water. The spray hit my shoulders like many tiny taps, washing away the foam in lines that followed my body-down my neck, over my hard nipples, and along my hips.
There he was, stepping out of the mist like a fun dream: Ranjeet, completely naked. His dark skin shone under the bathroom lights, and his muscles moved smoothly with each step. His dark eyes locked on mine through the steam, full of that playful hunger that made my knees feel weak. Water drops were already on his wide shoulders. His chest rose and fell with deep breaths, and his flat stomach led my eyes down to where his dick was getting hard, growing right there in the hot air.
He didn't say a word at first, just letting the moment build. The shower sound made the quiet feel louder-the steady rush of water, the soft drip from the tap, our breaths starting to match.
Without a word, he was behind me, his body a stark, hard contrast to mine. His chest pressed firmly to my back, his muscles locking against my curves. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight as he pinned me to him. With a low growl, he drove his hips forward. He pulled me hard against him, so I could feel his cock getting bigger and harder right against my ass-thick and throbbing, pushing between my cheeks with hot pressure that made my pussy tingle and get even wetter.
It felt like a live wire had touched my skin. His body was a furnace against mine, and the cool water running between us made me shiver with a pleasure that was almost painful. My body answered the feeling instantly: my nipples stood at sharp attention and my thighs clenched with a deep, pulsing want.
"Sorry Jaan…couldn’t wait" he whispered in my ear, his voice deep and rough like gravel, but with a teasing smile in it. His soft lips kissed my ear lobe and then he bite it gently, sending a sharp wave of pleasure down my body. I could feel warmth of his breath on my neck. The spicy smell of him mixed with the steam made me dizzy with excitement.
"Oh, Ranjeet, you badmash," I spoke in mock anger. My back arched into him.
"Yeah….I like being Badmash" He hissed back.
He chuckled low, his hands sliding up slowly. His rough, calloused palms grabbed my boobs tight, fingers digging in just enough to make me gasp. He squeezed them slowly, like kneading soft dough, his thumbs circling my nipples in lazy, teasing rounds—rubbing the hard tips back and forth until they stood up stiff and pink, aching like they were on fire. Each flick and pinch shot electric sparks right to my pussy, making it throb and drip with fresh juice.
He gave a soft laugh, his hands slowly sliding up my body. His rough, strong hands grabbed my breasts firmly, his fingers pressing just enough to make me gasp. He squeezed my boobs gently, like molding soft clay. His thumbs circled my nipples in slow, teasing motions, rubbing the hard tips until they were stiff and pink, feeling hot and tingly. Every touch and pinch sent a jolt straight to my core, making it pulse and grow wetter with excitement.
"Mmm, your boobs feel so good in my hands, Nabila," he murmured. "Like they're made just for me to play with."
I pushed back against him, grinding my ass into his thick, hard cock. A low moan escaped my mouth, lost in the roar of the shower. My heart hammered against my ribs as a slick heat pooled between my legs, my juices mingling with the water streaming down my thighs. "You're driving me crazy, Ranjeet," I panted, my voice a ragged whisper.
I turned around in his arms and faced him.We hugged gently -his hands on my waist and mine on his back. Our wet skins sliding together nice-chest to chest, leg to leg. Water was sticking his black hair to his forehead in messy waves. Drops hung on his eyelashes and ran down his sharp jaw.
He caught my face with both hands and smashed his lips on mine.Our kiss was full of passion. Our tongues fought for dominance in a slick, hot battle, tasting of water and sweat. The rough stubble of his beard raked my chin, a strangely pleasant sting that made my nerves sing.
"God, Nabila, you taste like honey, darlu," Ranjeet growled between fierce kisses, his lips hot and demanding against mine, stealing my breath with every press. His strong hands slid down my curves, gripping my bum with a bold, possessive hold, fingers digging into my soft flesh. I felt his hand spreading on my bums.
He lifted me effortlessly and pinned my back against the cool, glossy shower tiles. It was cold against my heated skin that made me gasp sharply into his mouth. Goosebumps erupted across my arms and thighs. His touch was firm yet teasing, grounding me in the steamy haze as water cascaded around us.
"Why are you always hungry for more?" I whispered against his lips as my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. My ankles hooked tightly behind him, pulling his body press against mine, our wet skin sliding together. I felt tip of his thick, throbbing cock pressed at my entrance. It was slick with warm shower water.
"It’s all your fault……Why are you so much delicious?" he teased back, his dark eyes sparkling with mischief under the shower’s dim glow, water droplets glistening on his long lashes like tiny jewels.
He pushed his cock into me slowly, inch by agonizingly delicious inch, stretching me wide with a fullness that made my breath hitch. He slowly inserted his cock fully inside me. My insides clenched around him, greedy for every bit of his hard cock, savoring the way he filled me completely.
"Ohhh, Ranjeet, you’re so big," I moaned, my head falling back against the tiles, the cool surface anchoring me as waves of pleasure surged through me.
He paused, a wicked grin spreading across his face, his eyes locking onto mine. "Hmmmmmm….Isn’t your Shohar big?" he teased, his voice low and cheeky, one eyebrow raised playfully.
I laughed, shaking my head, my wet hair slapping against my shoulders. "He’s not even close to you," I shot back, my tone mockingly pitying. "He never filled me like this."
Ranjeet chuckled, his laugh Grown deep and smug. "Ohhhh….my sweety…." he said, leaning in to bite my earlobe gently, sending a fresh tingle down my spine. "I promise I would give you what he can’t"
And he began to move his cock in and out of my pussy, slow and deep at first, each thrust deliberate, letting me feel every inch of him as he slid in and out, the warm water making our bodies slick and smooth. The wet, rhythmic slaps of our bodies echoed in the steamy shower, the sound mixing with the steady rush of water.
His hands gripped my hips tighter, guiding me as he thrust deeper, his pace quickening to match the shower’s pulsing rhythm. My legs tightened around him, urging him on, my nails grazing his broad shoulders as I clung to him.
"Mmm, you like that, don’t you?" he murmured, his voice rough with desire, his lips brushing my neck as he thrust harder, the tiles cool against my back.
"Ahh, harder, Ranjeet, please!" I gasped, my voice breaking into a soft cry, my body trembling with need.
He obliged, his movements growing faster, more intense, each thrust sending jolts of pleasure through me.
“AAaahhh….aaahhhhhhh….hmmmmmm……..” I was moaning uncontrollably.
His hips rocked in a steady, powerful rhythm, the water amplifying every sensation. Our gasps and moans bounced off the walls, a passionate symphony-his low, guttural grunts of "Ungh, yes, baby," blending with my breathless whimpers of "Ohhh, don’t stop!"
Then he shifted slightly, angling deeper, hitting a spot that made my toes curl and my eyes flutter shut. His fingers dug into my bum, holding me firmly as he drove into me, the shower water streaming over his muscular back, glistening on his dark skin. "You feel so damn good, Nabila," he groaned, his voice thick with need, his breath hot against my ear.
I arched into him, my body shaking as the pleasure built, my core tightening around him. "Ranjeet… ohhh, you’re too much," I moaned, my words barely coherent, lost in the rush of sensation.
He grinned, slowing for a moment to tease me, his eyes burning with playful intensity. "Too much? Really Nabu?"
I giggled through a moan, my hands roaming his chest. "Ohhhh maaannn….You are a tiger," I teased, my voice breathy and taunting.
Ranjeet’s laugh was low and wicked, his thrusts picking up speed again, deep and relentless, pushing me closer to the edge. The steam wrapped us in a hot, private world, our bodies moving as one, the water making every touch electric, every thrust a spark that set me ablaze. Soon I felt a shuddering orgasm and groaned loudly, my nailed digging into skin of his back,
“AAAAAARRRRHHGGGGG….RAAAANJEEEETTT……”
Ranjeet continued fucking me in swift, hard thrusts throughout my bliss. His mouth found my nipple and he sucked it gently. My hands moved to his head, playing his wet hair and pulling it towards myself.
As Ranjeet neared his peak his thrusts slowed and a deep, throaty groan escaped him. His forehead pressed against mine, slick with sweat and shower water, his ragged breaths hot against my face.
"Owwwww…..Youre amazing….Janeman" he howled
Then he eased out his cock from my pussy. My legs trembled as he lowered me, the shower’s cool water soothing our fevered skin, but his dark eyes still blazed with untamed desire, like embers glowing in the steam.
He caught my face with both of his hands and kissed my lips tenderly. Then, a playful smirk curled his lips, his eyes glinting with mischief. He put his hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me down to kneel on the shower floor. The warm, wet,textured tiles cushioned my knees like a soft embrace.
"Suck me, Nabila," he said, his voice low and commanding.
One hand gently gathered my dripping wet hair and tilted my face up with care. His uncut dick stood right before my face, thick and glistening from water and our juices.It’s veins bulged under the shower’s sheen, the flushed tip swollen and leaking, tiny beads of precum mixing with water droplets in a tantalizing glint. I wrapped my fingers around its warm, firm length, feeling its heat. Slowly, I pulled back the foreskin and it revealed the flushed, swollen head, slick with tiny beads of precum that mingled with water droplets, glistening like a tempting gem. My nostrils were filled with a musky and earthy scent mixed with a faint hint of my jasmine soap, creating an intoxicating mix that made my heart race faster.
My heart was racing with a wild mix of excitement and jitters.
"I’m so nervous, Ranjeet," I admitted with a shy smile, looking up at him through my wet, clinging eye lashes.
He tugged my hair gently with a loving, teasing pull.His eyes were glinting with mischief. "Oh, come on, Jaan, don’t tell me you’ve never had fun with Imran’s cock," he said, his voice was warm and playful and a cheeky grin spread across his face.
I blushed.My left hand was resting on his hairy thigh, feeling the tight, strong muscle flex under my palm and my right hand was stroking his cock gently.
"Well, in the early days of our marriage," I confessed. "But it’s been ages since I did that with him."
Ranjeet chuckled, his smile wide and encouraging.
"No worries, my love, you’re gonna love this," he said in soft tone. "Come on, Jaanu, take it in-just dive in and enjoy the ride!"
I planted a soft kiss on the exposed tip of its head and parted my lips slowly. I gently placed the swollen head of his dick between my lips and it felt warm and rubbery. My tongue flicked around his home and I could taste salty precum mingling with the shower’s fresh water. I hesitated for a moment. My eyes met with Ranjeet’s eyes and he smiled at me blissfully. I too smiled with his dick between my lips.
“Aaahhhhh….”
He groaned as his hands moved to the back of my head. With a gentle push, he guided his cock deeper into my mouth.
My tongue grazed the sensitive underside of his dick, tracing its length with a slow, curious flick as it was slipping in. Ranjeet let out a loud, rumbling moan—“Aaaaahhhhhh, Nabila!”-his voice echoing off the steamy tiles, raw and full of delight.
His eyes were half closed, full of passion and lust as I started sucking, my lips sliding over his shaft. My tongue danced along his length, swirling around the head and teasing the tiny hole at the tip.Each movement was bold yet fun, my core tingling with excitement as I found my rhythm, egged on by his encouraging groans.
"Ohhh, Nabila… fuck, yes, just like that," Ranjeet groaned loudly. His hips jolting forward instinctively. Water poured down from his body and dropped onto my face mingling with the slick saliva that coated his shaft in a glistening sheen.
"Your mouth is so hot," he breathed, "so wet… keep going."
I answered with a low hum from my throat. I picked up the pace, my head bobbing on his cock in a steady rhythm.My lips and tongue working in co ordination.
I bobbed faster, my lips tightly shut around his hard cock.My tongue was pressed flat against underside of his dick and with each stroke it lapped at his hardness. My left hand caught his balls, gently kneading and rolling them in my palm, while the right hand gripped the base of his cock, twisting with a slick, teasing motion, my fingers drenched in water and the shared heat of our desire.
"Aaaaahhhhh, Nabila, your mouth’s fucking paradise," he roared.His voice was raw and thick with lust.His hand slammed against the wall with a wet smack. The filthy sounds- My wet and hungry slurps and his ragged, panting breaths and my soft, stifled moans echoed through the steamy bathroom.
Then his hips began to jerk, his thighs tensing under my hands. "I’m so close… open wide, darlu," he warned, his voice tight as he pulled out with a wet pop, his hand taking over, stroking himself rapidly, his knuckles taut with urgency.
I tilted my head back, kneeling eagerly, my mouth open, tongue extended like I was waiting for a naughty gift. My eyes locked on his face. It was flushed red.His jaw clenched and eyes were dark with raw pleasure.
With a loud, primal shout-"Nabila… ahh, damn!"-he came. Hot, thick spurts started shooting in bursts across my face. Warm cum was spread across my cheeks, forehead, and lips, some landing on my tongue where I tasted its salty-bitter edge,the flavor bold and intimate. Water mingled with the mess, trailing down my chin and onto my heaving breasts, the sensation feeling deliciously wicked, marking me as his in that steamy moment.
He sank to his knees before me. The shower water was falling around us like a warm monsoon rain. He pulled me into a fierce kiss, undeterred by the mess, tasting himself on my lips with a hungry desire.
"I love you, Nabila," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
I grinned, feeling playful and cherished, my heart swelling. "Love you Ranjeet" I replied.
He helped me to my feet, our bodies still tingling from the intensity. We washed each other slowly, our soapy hands gliding over skin with tender care-no rush, just savoring every curve, muscle, and familiar spot we loved to explore. The steam began to fade as the water cooled, but our warmth stayed.
Reluctantly, I untangled myself from his embrace, feeling the pleasant ache in my muscles as I sat up. "I need a shower," I murmured, glancing down at the glistening evidence of our passion on my skin. He watched me with hooded eyes, his hand reaching out to brush my thigh one last time. "Hurry back," he said, his tone promising more adventures ahead.
I slipped off the couch and padded through the dimly lit hallway to Ranjeet's bedroom, my bare feet silent on the soft carpet. Pushing open the door, I crossed the room-glancing at his rumpled bed that promised more intimacy later-and entered the adjoining bathroom, the cool tile floor a stark contrast to the heat still radiating from my body. Turning on the shower, I let the steam fill the room before stepping under the warm cascade, the water rinsing away the stickiness and soothing my sensitive skin. As I lathered up, my mind replayed every intense moment, a smile curving my lips-I couldn't wait to return to him.
The steam was thick. It wrapped the room like a foggy blanket. Everything looked blurry. The walls were faint shapes. The mirror was a misty sheet of water drops. Water ran down the glass shower walls. The air smelled like my jasmine soap. A light, sexy scent from our earlier fun still clung to my skin.
Then, I felt him before I saw him-a small shift in the air, like a warm breeze cutting through the fog. It brought his body heat and the spicy smell of his aftershave. My skin tingled, and my heart started beating faster with excitement. I paused, bubbles dripping from my fingers. Slowly, I turned under the falling water. The spray hit my shoulders like many tiny taps, washing away the foam in lines that followed my body-down my neck, over my hard nipples, and along my hips.
There he was, stepping out of the mist like a fun dream: Ranjeet, completely naked. His dark skin shone under the bathroom lights, and his muscles moved smoothly with each step. His dark eyes locked on mine through the steam, full of that playful hunger that made my knees feel weak. Water drops were already on his wide shoulders. His chest rose and fell with deep breaths, and his flat stomach led my eyes down to where his dick was getting hard, growing right there in the hot air.
He didn't say a word at first, just letting the moment build. The shower sound made the quiet feel louder-the steady rush of water, the soft drip from the tap, our breaths starting to match.
Without a word, he was behind me, his body a stark, hard contrast to mine. His chest pressed firmly to my back, his muscles locking against my curves. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight as he pinned me to him. With a low growl, he drove his hips forward. He pulled me hard against him, so I could feel his cock getting bigger and harder right against my ass-thick and throbbing, pushing between my cheeks with hot pressure that made my pussy tingle and get even wetter.
It felt like a live wire had touched my skin. His body was a furnace against mine, and the cool water running between us made me shiver with a pleasure that was almost painful. My body answered the feeling instantly: my nipples stood at sharp attention and my thighs clenched with a deep, pulsing want.
"Sorry Jaan…couldn’t wait" he whispered in my ear, his voice deep and rough like gravel, but with a teasing smile in it. His soft lips kissed my ear lobe and then he bite it gently, sending a sharp wave of pleasure down my body. I could feel warmth of his breath on my neck. The spicy smell of him mixed with the steam made me dizzy with excitement.
"Oh, Ranjeet, you badmash," I spoke in mock anger. My back arched into him.
"Yeah….I like being Badmash" He hissed back.
He chuckled low, his hands sliding up slowly. His rough, calloused palms grabbed my boobs tight, fingers digging in just enough to make me gasp. He squeezed them slowly, like kneading soft dough, his thumbs circling my nipples in lazy, teasing rounds—rubbing the hard tips back and forth until they stood up stiff and pink, aching like they were on fire. Each flick and pinch shot electric sparks right to my pussy, making it throb and drip with fresh juice.
He gave a soft laugh, his hands slowly sliding up my body. His rough, strong hands grabbed my breasts firmly, his fingers pressing just enough to make me gasp. He squeezed my boobs gently, like molding soft clay. His thumbs circled my nipples in slow, teasing motions, rubbing the hard tips until they were stiff and pink, feeling hot and tingly. Every touch and pinch sent a jolt straight to my core, making it pulse and grow wetter with excitement.
"Mmm, your boobs feel so good in my hands, Nabila," he murmured. "Like they're made just for me to play with."
I pushed back against him, grinding my ass into his thick, hard cock. A low moan escaped my mouth, lost in the roar of the shower. My heart hammered against my ribs as a slick heat pooled between my legs, my juices mingling with the water streaming down my thighs. "You're driving me crazy, Ranjeet," I panted, my voice a ragged whisper.
I turned around in his arms and faced him.We hugged gently -his hands on my waist and mine on his back. Our wet skins sliding together nice-chest to chest, leg to leg. Water was sticking his black hair to his forehead in messy waves. Drops hung on his eyelashes and ran down his sharp jaw.
He caught my face with both hands and smashed his lips on mine.Our kiss was full of passion. Our tongues fought for dominance in a slick, hot battle, tasting of water and sweat. The rough stubble of his beard raked my chin, a strangely pleasant sting that made my nerves sing.
"God, Nabila, you taste like honey, darlu," Ranjeet growled between fierce kisses, his lips hot and demanding against mine, stealing my breath with every press. His strong hands slid down my curves, gripping my bum with a bold, possessive hold, fingers digging into my soft flesh. I felt his hand spreading on my bums.
He lifted me effortlessly and pinned my back against the cool, glossy shower tiles. It was cold against my heated skin that made me gasp sharply into his mouth. Goosebumps erupted across my arms and thighs. His touch was firm yet teasing, grounding me in the steamy haze as water cascaded around us.
"Why are you always hungry for more?" I whispered against his lips as my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. My ankles hooked tightly behind him, pulling his body press against mine, our wet skin sliding together. I felt tip of his thick, throbbing cock pressed at my entrance. It was slick with warm shower water.
"It’s all your fault……Why are you so much delicious?" he teased back, his dark eyes sparkling with mischief under the shower’s dim glow, water droplets glistening on his long lashes like tiny jewels.
He pushed his cock into me slowly, inch by agonizingly delicious inch, stretching me wide with a fullness that made my breath hitch. He slowly inserted his cock fully inside me. My insides clenched around him, greedy for every bit of his hard cock, savoring the way he filled me completely.
"Ohhh, Ranjeet, you’re so big," I moaned, my head falling back against the tiles, the cool surface anchoring me as waves of pleasure surged through me.
He paused, a wicked grin spreading across his face, his eyes locking onto mine. "Hmmmmmm….Isn’t your Shohar big?" he teased, his voice low and cheeky, one eyebrow raised playfully.
I laughed, shaking my head, my wet hair slapping against my shoulders. "He’s not even close to you," I shot back, my tone mockingly pitying. "He never filled me like this."
Ranjeet chuckled, his laugh Grown deep and smug. "Ohhhh….my sweety…." he said, leaning in to bite my earlobe gently, sending a fresh tingle down my spine. "I promise I would give you what he can’t"
And he began to move his cock in and out of my pussy, slow and deep at first, each thrust deliberate, letting me feel every inch of him as he slid in and out, the warm water making our bodies slick and smooth. The wet, rhythmic slaps of our bodies echoed in the steamy shower, the sound mixing with the steady rush of water.
His hands gripped my hips tighter, guiding me as he thrust deeper, his pace quickening to match the shower’s pulsing rhythm. My legs tightened around him, urging him on, my nails grazing his broad shoulders as I clung to him.
"Mmm, you like that, don’t you?" he murmured, his voice rough with desire, his lips brushing my neck as he thrust harder, the tiles cool against my back.
"Ahh, harder, Ranjeet, please!" I gasped, my voice breaking into a soft cry, my body trembling with need.
He obliged, his movements growing faster, more intense, each thrust sending jolts of pleasure through me.
“AAaahhh….aaahhhhhhh….hmmmmmm……..” I was moaning uncontrollably.
His hips rocked in a steady, powerful rhythm, the water amplifying every sensation. Our gasps and moans bounced off the walls, a passionate symphony-his low, guttural grunts of "Ungh, yes, baby," blending with my breathless whimpers of "Ohhh, don’t stop!"
Then he shifted slightly, angling deeper, hitting a spot that made my toes curl and my eyes flutter shut. His fingers dug into my bum, holding me firmly as he drove into me, the shower water streaming over his muscular back, glistening on his dark skin. "You feel so damn good, Nabila," he groaned, his voice thick with need, his breath hot against my ear.
I arched into him, my body shaking as the pleasure built, my core tightening around him. "Ranjeet… ohhh, you’re too much," I moaned, my words barely coherent, lost in the rush of sensation.
He grinned, slowing for a moment to tease me, his eyes burning with playful intensity. "Too much? Really Nabu?"
I giggled through a moan, my hands roaming his chest. "Ohhhh maaannn….You are a tiger," I teased, my voice breathy and taunting.
Ranjeet’s laugh was low and wicked, his thrusts picking up speed again, deep and relentless, pushing me closer to the edge. The steam wrapped us in a hot, private world, our bodies moving as one, the water making every touch electric, every thrust a spark that set me ablaze. Soon I felt a shuddering orgasm and groaned loudly, my nailed digging into skin of his back,
“AAAAAARRRRHHGGGGG….RAAAANJEEEETTT……”
Ranjeet continued fucking me in swift, hard thrusts throughout my bliss. His mouth found my nipple and he sucked it gently. My hands moved to his head, playing his wet hair and pulling it towards myself.
As Ranjeet neared his peak his thrusts slowed and a deep, throaty groan escaped him. His forehead pressed against mine, slick with sweat and shower water, his ragged breaths hot against my face.
"Owwwww…..Youre amazing….Janeman" he howled
Then he eased out his cock from my pussy. My legs trembled as he lowered me, the shower’s cool water soothing our fevered skin, but his dark eyes still blazed with untamed desire, like embers glowing in the steam.
He caught my face with both of his hands and kissed my lips tenderly. Then, a playful smirk curled his lips, his eyes glinting with mischief. He put his hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me down to kneel on the shower floor. The warm, wet,textured tiles cushioned my knees like a soft embrace.
"Suck me, Nabila," he said, his voice low and commanding.
One hand gently gathered my dripping wet hair and tilted my face up with care. His uncut dick stood right before my face, thick and glistening from water and our juices.It’s veins bulged under the shower’s sheen, the flushed tip swollen and leaking, tiny beads of precum mixing with water droplets in a tantalizing glint. I wrapped my fingers around its warm, firm length, feeling its heat. Slowly, I pulled back the foreskin and it revealed the flushed, swollen head, slick with tiny beads of precum that mingled with water droplets, glistening like a tempting gem. My nostrils were filled with a musky and earthy scent mixed with a faint hint of my jasmine soap, creating an intoxicating mix that made my heart race faster.
My heart was racing with a wild mix of excitement and jitters.
"I’m so nervous, Ranjeet," I admitted with a shy smile, looking up at him through my wet, clinging eye lashes.
He tugged my hair gently with a loving, teasing pull.His eyes were glinting with mischief. "Oh, come on, Jaan, don’t tell me you’ve never had fun with Imran’s cock," he said, his voice was warm and playful and a cheeky grin spread across his face.
I blushed.My left hand was resting on his hairy thigh, feeling the tight, strong muscle flex under my palm and my right hand was stroking his cock gently.
"Well, in the early days of our marriage," I confessed. "But it’s been ages since I did that with him."
Ranjeet chuckled, his smile wide and encouraging.
"No worries, my love, you’re gonna love this," he said in soft tone. "Come on, Jaanu, take it in-just dive in and enjoy the ride!"
I planted a soft kiss on the exposed tip of its head and parted my lips slowly. I gently placed the swollen head of his dick between my lips and it felt warm and rubbery. My tongue flicked around his home and I could taste salty precum mingling with the shower’s fresh water. I hesitated for a moment. My eyes met with Ranjeet’s eyes and he smiled at me blissfully. I too smiled with his dick between my lips.
“Aaahhhhh….”
He groaned as his hands moved to the back of my head. With a gentle push, he guided his cock deeper into my mouth.
My tongue grazed the sensitive underside of his dick, tracing its length with a slow, curious flick as it was slipping in. Ranjeet let out a loud, rumbling moan—“Aaaaahhhhhh, Nabila!”-his voice echoing off the steamy tiles, raw and full of delight.
His eyes were half closed, full of passion and lust as I started sucking, my lips sliding over his shaft. My tongue danced along his length, swirling around the head and teasing the tiny hole at the tip.Each movement was bold yet fun, my core tingling with excitement as I found my rhythm, egged on by his encouraging groans.
"Ohhh, Nabila… fuck, yes, just like that," Ranjeet groaned loudly. His hips jolting forward instinctively. Water poured down from his body and dropped onto my face mingling with the slick saliva that coated his shaft in a glistening sheen.
"Your mouth is so hot," he breathed, "so wet… keep going."
I answered with a low hum from my throat. I picked up the pace, my head bobbing on his cock in a steady rhythm.My lips and tongue working in co ordination.
I bobbed faster, my lips tightly shut around his hard cock.My tongue was pressed flat against underside of his dick and with each stroke it lapped at his hardness. My left hand caught his balls, gently kneading and rolling them in my palm, while the right hand gripped the base of his cock, twisting with a slick, teasing motion, my fingers drenched in water and the shared heat of our desire.
"Aaaaahhhhh, Nabila, your mouth’s fucking paradise," he roared.His voice was raw and thick with lust.His hand slammed against the wall with a wet smack. The filthy sounds- My wet and hungry slurps and his ragged, panting breaths and my soft, stifled moans echoed through the steamy bathroom.
Then his hips began to jerk, his thighs tensing under my hands. "I’m so close… open wide, darlu," he warned, his voice tight as he pulled out with a wet pop, his hand taking over, stroking himself rapidly, his knuckles taut with urgency.
I tilted my head back, kneeling eagerly, my mouth open, tongue extended like I was waiting for a naughty gift. My eyes locked on his face. It was flushed red.His jaw clenched and eyes were dark with raw pleasure.
With a loud, primal shout-"Nabila… ahh, damn!"-he came. Hot, thick spurts started shooting in bursts across my face. Warm cum was spread across my cheeks, forehead, and lips, some landing on my tongue where I tasted its salty-bitter edge,the flavor bold and intimate. Water mingled with the mess, trailing down my chin and onto my heaving breasts, the sensation feeling deliciously wicked, marking me as his in that steamy moment.
He sank to his knees before me. The shower water was falling around us like a warm monsoon rain. He pulled me into a fierce kiss, undeterred by the mess, tasting himself on my lips with a hungry desire.
"I love you, Nabila," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
I grinned, feeling playful and cherished, my heart swelling. "Love you Ranjeet" I replied.
He helped me to my feet, our bodies still tingling from the intensity. We washed each other slowly, our soapy hands gliding over skin with tender care-no rush, just savoring every curve, muscle, and familiar spot we loved to explore. The steam began to fade as the water cooled, but our warmth stayed.
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