06-09-2025, 12:14 AM
Chapter 56: Balcony Blaze
Nivi clung to Raghavan, her body still quivering from her second orgasm, her pussy slick and pulsing, juices coating her thighs and the sheets beneath her. The honeymoon suite glowed with morning light, the open balcony curtains letting in the vibrant hum of Coimbatore’s resort—distant pool splashes, faint chatter—mixed with the earthy scent of the forest beyond.
Her string top was gone, her full breasts bare, nipples hard and sensitive, her discarded shorts and panties a crumpled heap on the floor. Raghavan’s hands gripped her ass, his cock still buried deep inside her, hard and throbbing, his eyes dark with hunger. Fuck, I’m alive, my pussy so wet from his cock, his words, she thought, her clit tingling with aftershocks.
He pulled out slowly, her pussy clenching at the loss, a soft moan escaping as his cock glistened with her juices.
His grin was wicked, voice a low growl. “Not done yet, baby. Let’s take it to the balcony—bright daylight, where someone on that forest trail might catch my exhibitionist slut in action.”
Her pussy flared at his words, a fresh gush of wetness seeping down her thighs, her heart racing with the thrill of potential exposure.
No one’s watching, but the chance... fuck, it’s making me drip, she thought, her body urging her forward. Why does this possibility make me so wet? I’m his, burning for the idea of eyes on me.
Raghavan grabbed her wrist, pulling her toward the balcony, the morning sun streaming through the glass doors, illuminating the dense forest beyond—tall trees swaying, leaves rustling in the breeze, a narrow trail winding through the green.
Nivi’s breath hitched, her naked body tingling as she stepped onto the balcony, the warm tiles burning under her bare feet, the air kissing her exposed breasts and slick thighs. Her pussy throbbed, bare to the world, her nipples hardening in the sunlight.
If someone’s hiking that trail, they could see my tits, my pussy, she thought, her clit pulsing with fear and excitement.
I’m a slut for this risk, and it’s setting me on fire.
He pressed her against the balcony railing, her ass pushing back, breasts pressing into the warm metal as he stood behind her.
“Spread your legs, Nivi,” he growled, his cock teasing her folds, rubbing the head against her soaked entrance.
She parted her thighs, her pussy glistening in the daylight, juices dripping as she arched her back.
He thrust in hard, filling her completely, his cock stretching her walls, making her gasp loudly.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, so wet for this risk,” he groaned, hands gripping her hips, pounding into her with quick, deep thrusts.
The railing rattled, her tits bouncing with each slam, her moans carrying into the forest air. He’s fucking me where someone might see, she thought, her pussy clenching around him, the thrill of the trail’s possibility igniting her.
No one’s there, but the chance—fuck, I’m dripping for it.
His thrusts grew faster, his cock hitting her G-spot, her juices slicking his length as he leaned close, breath hot on her neck.
“Imagine it, baby—some hiker on that trail, catching your tits bouncing, your ass shaking while I fuck you. You’re my exhibitionist queen, getting wet for the chance of eyes on this pussy.” His words sent a jolt to her core, her pussy gushing, her clit throbbing as she gripped the railing, her body trembling with arousal.
No one’s watching, but what if they are? she thought, her moans louder, her pussy gripping him tighter. This kink is me now—craving the risk, his cock owning me.
Raghavan’s pace quickened, his cock swelling inside her, his groans rougher. “I’m close, Nivi—gonna cum for my slut.”
He pulled out suddenly, her pussy clenching empty, a whimper escaping as he spun her around. “Kneel, baby—take my load on your face.
Show the forest who you belong to.” Her pussy flared at the command, her body dropping to her knees on the warm tiles, the sunlight hot on her skin, her breasts heaving, nipples aching. She looked up at him, eyes pleading, mouth open as he stroked his cock, slick with her juices, inches from her face.
Fuck, I want his cum, want the trail to see, she thought, her pussy dripping onto the tiles, her kink blazing.
With a guttural groan, Raghavan came, his hot load spurting across her face, coating her cheeks, lips, and chin, some dripping onto her breasts.
“Fuck, Nivi, you’re perfect—my cum on your face, that trail out there waiting for someone to see my queen,” he growled, his cock pulsing as the last drops fell. Her pussy clenched, the warmth of his cum on her skin, the chance of a hiker’s eyes, pushing her to the edge.
I’m marked, his, for the forest to maybe see, she thought, licking her lips, tasting his saltiness, her body alive with the thrill.
This is my fire, my new self, and I’m burning.
Exhausted, Raghavan pulled her up, his hands gentle now, guiding her to the lounge sofa on the balcony, its cushions soft under their sweat-slicked bodies.
They collapsed together, her head on his chest, his cum still warm on her face, her pussy tingling with aftershocks. The forest rustled beyond, silent but alive with possibility, the resort’s distant hum fading as their breaths slowed.
I’m his, but this kink is mine, she thought, her body heavy, sated. They drifted into sleep, tangled together under the bright sun, the world outside a quiet echo of her racing pulse.
Nivi and Raghavan lay spent, the forest’s silence a backdrop to their exhausted slumber.
Nivi clung to Raghavan, her body still quivering from her second orgasm, her pussy slick and pulsing, juices coating her thighs and the sheets beneath her. The honeymoon suite glowed with morning light, the open balcony curtains letting in the vibrant hum of Coimbatore’s resort—distant pool splashes, faint chatter—mixed with the earthy scent of the forest beyond.
Her string top was gone, her full breasts bare, nipples hard and sensitive, her discarded shorts and panties a crumpled heap on the floor. Raghavan’s hands gripped her ass, his cock still buried deep inside her, hard and throbbing, his eyes dark with hunger. Fuck, I’m alive, my pussy so wet from his cock, his words, she thought, her clit tingling with aftershocks.
He pulled out slowly, her pussy clenching at the loss, a soft moan escaping as his cock glistened with her juices.
His grin was wicked, voice a low growl. “Not done yet, baby. Let’s take it to the balcony—bright daylight, where someone on that forest trail might catch my exhibitionist slut in action.”
Her pussy flared at his words, a fresh gush of wetness seeping down her thighs, her heart racing with the thrill of potential exposure.
No one’s watching, but the chance... fuck, it’s making me drip, she thought, her body urging her forward. Why does this possibility make me so wet? I’m his, burning for the idea of eyes on me.
Raghavan grabbed her wrist, pulling her toward the balcony, the morning sun streaming through the glass doors, illuminating the dense forest beyond—tall trees swaying, leaves rustling in the breeze, a narrow trail winding through the green.
Nivi’s breath hitched, her naked body tingling as she stepped onto the balcony, the warm tiles burning under her bare feet, the air kissing her exposed breasts and slick thighs. Her pussy throbbed, bare to the world, her nipples hardening in the sunlight.
If someone’s hiking that trail, they could see my tits, my pussy, she thought, her clit pulsing with fear and excitement.
I’m a slut for this risk, and it’s setting me on fire.
He pressed her against the balcony railing, her ass pushing back, breasts pressing into the warm metal as he stood behind her.
“Spread your legs, Nivi,” he growled, his cock teasing her folds, rubbing the head against her soaked entrance.
She parted her thighs, her pussy glistening in the daylight, juices dripping as she arched her back.
He thrust in hard, filling her completely, his cock stretching her walls, making her gasp loudly.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, so wet for this risk,” he groaned, hands gripping her hips, pounding into her with quick, deep thrusts.
The railing rattled, her tits bouncing with each slam, her moans carrying into the forest air. He’s fucking me where someone might see, she thought, her pussy clenching around him, the thrill of the trail’s possibility igniting her.
No one’s there, but the chance—fuck, I’m dripping for it.
His thrusts grew faster, his cock hitting her G-spot, her juices slicking his length as he leaned close, breath hot on her neck.
“Imagine it, baby—some hiker on that trail, catching your tits bouncing, your ass shaking while I fuck you. You’re my exhibitionist queen, getting wet for the chance of eyes on this pussy.” His words sent a jolt to her core, her pussy gushing, her clit throbbing as she gripped the railing, her body trembling with arousal.
No one’s watching, but what if they are? she thought, her moans louder, her pussy gripping him tighter. This kink is me now—craving the risk, his cock owning me.
Raghavan’s pace quickened, his cock swelling inside her, his groans rougher. “I’m close, Nivi—gonna cum for my slut.”
He pulled out suddenly, her pussy clenching empty, a whimper escaping as he spun her around. “Kneel, baby—take my load on your face.
Show the forest who you belong to.” Her pussy flared at the command, her body dropping to her knees on the warm tiles, the sunlight hot on her skin, her breasts heaving, nipples aching. She looked up at him, eyes pleading, mouth open as he stroked his cock, slick with her juices, inches from her face.
Fuck, I want his cum, want the trail to see, she thought, her pussy dripping onto the tiles, her kink blazing.
With a guttural groan, Raghavan came, his hot load spurting across her face, coating her cheeks, lips, and chin, some dripping onto her breasts.
“Fuck, Nivi, you’re perfect—my cum on your face, that trail out there waiting for someone to see my queen,” he growled, his cock pulsing as the last drops fell. Her pussy clenched, the warmth of his cum on her skin, the chance of a hiker’s eyes, pushing her to the edge.
I’m marked, his, for the forest to maybe see, she thought, licking her lips, tasting his saltiness, her body alive with the thrill.
This is my fire, my new self, and I’m burning.
Exhausted, Raghavan pulled her up, his hands gentle now, guiding her to the lounge sofa on the balcony, its cushions soft under their sweat-slicked bodies.
They collapsed together, her head on his chest, his cum still warm on her face, her pussy tingling with aftershocks. The forest rustled beyond, silent but alive with possibility, the resort’s distant hum fading as their breaths slowed.
I’m his, but this kink is mine, she thought, her body heavy, sated. They drifted into sleep, tangled together under the bright sun, the world outside a quiet echo of her racing pulse.
Nivi and Raghavan lay spent, the forest’s silence a backdrop to their exhausted slumber.