15-09-2025, 11:04 PM
Chapter 68: Starlit Surrender
Vikram’s footsteps faded into the night, the hilltop’s darkness swallowing him as he headed toward the treehouse camp nearby, the walkie-talkie crackling once in farewell. The firepit’s embers glowed faintly, casting flickering shadows across the grassy peak, the air heavy with the scent of charred wood and dew-kissed wildflowers, stars glittering overhead like a velvet tapestry.
Nivi stood beside Raghavan, her damp lace bra and panties clinging beneath her denim shorts and tied-front shirt, her skin buzzing from the waterfall’s heated intimacy with Vikram and the lingering thrill of the buffet gang’s stares. The tent loomed nearby, a dark silhouette promising seclusion, her exhibitionism kink simmering at the thought of the open sky and potential ears.
He’s left us alone, finally, Nivi thought, her body electric with anticipation. This night is mine to burn.
In a surge of passion, Nivi turned to Raghavan, her hands gripping his shirt as she launched into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist, her lips crashing against his in a fiery kiss.
They tumbled onto the soft grass, her body pressing against his, the cool night air kissing her exposed midriff. His mouth devoured hers, tongues tangling in a hungry dance, his hands roaming her back, pulling her closer. Fuck, I need him, she thought, her pussy warming through the damp lace, her nipples hardening against his chest. She broke the kiss, breathless, her voice a whisper against his lips. “Thank you, Daddy—for this wildness.
The waterfall, the trail, this night... it’s everything I dreamed but never dared hope for.”
Raghavan’s hands slid under her shirt, fingers teasing the clasp of her bra, his voice a low growl as he nipped at her earlobe.
“You deserve it, my slut queen, setting fires everywhere. But you said nothing happened with Vikram—what’s this about his lips on you?” His tone was excited, a hungry edge as he unclasped her bra with a snap, pulling the shirt up slowly, exposing her full breasts to the starlight, his thumbs circling her nipples, making her gasp.
“Spill it, baby—tell Daddy what went down in that waterfall.”
Nivi’s skin flushed, her pussy slick with arousal at his excitement, her hands fumbling with his shirt buttons, popping them one by one to reveal his chest.
“Okay, Daddy, you want the truth,” she murmured, her voice naughty, teasing. “Vikram... he got bold. I showed him my pregnancy marks to prove I’m a mom, and he kissed them, sucked the water off like it was sacred. Then he called my pussy beautiful, stared at it through my panties, and... kissed it, sucked it over the lace. I was so wet, Daddy—his mouth felt so good.” Her confession was raw, her body grinding against his bulge, her shorts riding up, the damp panties rubbing against him.
Raghavan’s eyes darkened, his cock twitching under her touch, his voice a filthy growl. “Fuck, baby, you let him taste you? Should’ve come back later—let my dirty slut have her fun.” His hands moved to her shorts, unbuttoning them slowly, fingers brushing the lace beneath, teasing her slick folds.
“What’s running through that naughty head now? You pushing too far, or is it just right? Tell Daddy—bare it all.”
Nivi moaned, her hands pushing his shirt off his shoulders, her nails raking lightly down his arms, the starlight casting shadows on his skin.
“It’s... intense, Daddy. Vikram’s touch, his lips—it was hot, made me crave more. But am I going too far? Losing myself in this kink, these risks? It’s like I’m addicted to being seen, wanted. What if it takes over?”
Her voice was vulnerable, her body pressing closer, her pussy grinding against his thigh, slick and needy as she kicked her shorts off, the damp panties clinging tightly.
Raghavan’s lips trailed down her neck, sucking a mark there, his voice rough with desire. “You’re not losing yourself, baby—you’re finding your fire.
Be my greedy slut, explore it all—tease that boy, let his cock ache for you, let your pussy drip for strangers’ eyes. But keep control; ride the edge, but don’t fall. You’re mine, Nivi—push the boundaries, fuck the wildness, but come back to Daddy’s cock, begging and wet.” His fingers slid her panties down, exposing her pussy to the cool air, his thumb circling her clit, making her moan louder.
“Look at you, dripping for me already. What scares you most, baby? The craving, or the power you hold?”
Nivi’s breath hitched, her hands pushing his pants down, freeing his hard cock, her fingers wrapping around it, stroking slowly as she peeled off her shirt, the damp bra falling away, her breasts bare under the stars.
“The craving scares me, Daddy—it’s so strong, like I could dive too deep, lose my way. But the power... it thrills me, makes me feel unstoppable. You keep me anchored, your control, your touch.” Her voice was breathy, dirty, her body straddling him, her pussy hovering over his thigh, slick and ready.
“Fuck, I need you inside me. Am I your good slut, or the bad one pushing too far?”
Raghavan growled, his hands gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her bare ass, his voice a filthy promise.
“You’re my perfect slut, baby—good when you obey, bad when you tease, and I love both. Crave it all—Vikram’s mouth, the stares, the risk—but save your screams for me. Let your pussy burn for the thrill, but fuck my cock under these stars.”
His fingers dipped inside her, curling, his thumb teasing her clit, her moans echoing in the night. “You’re ready for this, aren’t you? My queen, bare and dripping, ready to fuck the night away.”
Nivi moaned, her hands tugging his pants off completely, their bodies fully nude on the grass, her pussy hovering over his cock, ready for the night ahead. “Yes, Daddy—I’m ready. Fuck me, make this unforgettable.”
Their talk slowed, their nude bodies entwined, the tent waiting for a memorable night.
Nivi and Raghavan lay nude on the grass, their bodies a canvas for the stars, the tent’s promise pulsing with their passion.
Vikram’s footsteps faded into the night, the hilltop’s darkness swallowing him as he headed toward the treehouse camp nearby, the walkie-talkie crackling once in farewell. The firepit’s embers glowed faintly, casting flickering shadows across the grassy peak, the air heavy with the scent of charred wood and dew-kissed wildflowers, stars glittering overhead like a velvet tapestry.
Nivi stood beside Raghavan, her damp lace bra and panties clinging beneath her denim shorts and tied-front shirt, her skin buzzing from the waterfall’s heated intimacy with Vikram and the lingering thrill of the buffet gang’s stares. The tent loomed nearby, a dark silhouette promising seclusion, her exhibitionism kink simmering at the thought of the open sky and potential ears.
He’s left us alone, finally, Nivi thought, her body electric with anticipation. This night is mine to burn.
In a surge of passion, Nivi turned to Raghavan, her hands gripping his shirt as she launched into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist, her lips crashing against his in a fiery kiss.
They tumbled onto the soft grass, her body pressing against his, the cool night air kissing her exposed midriff. His mouth devoured hers, tongues tangling in a hungry dance, his hands roaming her back, pulling her closer. Fuck, I need him, she thought, her pussy warming through the damp lace, her nipples hardening against his chest. She broke the kiss, breathless, her voice a whisper against his lips. “Thank you, Daddy—for this wildness.
The waterfall, the trail, this night... it’s everything I dreamed but never dared hope for.”
Raghavan’s hands slid under her shirt, fingers teasing the clasp of her bra, his voice a low growl as he nipped at her earlobe.
“You deserve it, my slut queen, setting fires everywhere. But you said nothing happened with Vikram—what’s this about his lips on you?” His tone was excited, a hungry edge as he unclasped her bra with a snap, pulling the shirt up slowly, exposing her full breasts to the starlight, his thumbs circling her nipples, making her gasp.
“Spill it, baby—tell Daddy what went down in that waterfall.”
Nivi’s skin flushed, her pussy slick with arousal at his excitement, her hands fumbling with his shirt buttons, popping them one by one to reveal his chest.
“Okay, Daddy, you want the truth,” she murmured, her voice naughty, teasing. “Vikram... he got bold. I showed him my pregnancy marks to prove I’m a mom, and he kissed them, sucked the water off like it was sacred. Then he called my pussy beautiful, stared at it through my panties, and... kissed it, sucked it over the lace. I was so wet, Daddy—his mouth felt so good.” Her confession was raw, her body grinding against his bulge, her shorts riding up, the damp panties rubbing against him.
Raghavan’s eyes darkened, his cock twitching under her touch, his voice a filthy growl. “Fuck, baby, you let him taste you? Should’ve come back later—let my dirty slut have her fun.” His hands moved to her shorts, unbuttoning them slowly, fingers brushing the lace beneath, teasing her slick folds.
“What’s running through that naughty head now? You pushing too far, or is it just right? Tell Daddy—bare it all.”
Nivi moaned, her hands pushing his shirt off his shoulders, her nails raking lightly down his arms, the starlight casting shadows on his skin.
“It’s... intense, Daddy. Vikram’s touch, his lips—it was hot, made me crave more. But am I going too far? Losing myself in this kink, these risks? It’s like I’m addicted to being seen, wanted. What if it takes over?”
Her voice was vulnerable, her body pressing closer, her pussy grinding against his thigh, slick and needy as she kicked her shorts off, the damp panties clinging tightly.
Raghavan’s lips trailed down her neck, sucking a mark there, his voice rough with desire. “You’re not losing yourself, baby—you’re finding your fire.
Be my greedy slut, explore it all—tease that boy, let his cock ache for you, let your pussy drip for strangers’ eyes. But keep control; ride the edge, but don’t fall. You’re mine, Nivi—push the boundaries, fuck the wildness, but come back to Daddy’s cock, begging and wet.” His fingers slid her panties down, exposing her pussy to the cool air, his thumb circling her clit, making her moan louder.
“Look at you, dripping for me already. What scares you most, baby? The craving, or the power you hold?”
Nivi’s breath hitched, her hands pushing his pants down, freeing his hard cock, her fingers wrapping around it, stroking slowly as she peeled off her shirt, the damp bra falling away, her breasts bare under the stars.
“The craving scares me, Daddy—it’s so strong, like I could dive too deep, lose my way. But the power... it thrills me, makes me feel unstoppable. You keep me anchored, your control, your touch.” Her voice was breathy, dirty, her body straddling him, her pussy hovering over his thigh, slick and ready.
“Fuck, I need you inside me. Am I your good slut, or the bad one pushing too far?”
Raghavan growled, his hands gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her bare ass, his voice a filthy promise.
“You’re my perfect slut, baby—good when you obey, bad when you tease, and I love both. Crave it all—Vikram’s mouth, the stares, the risk—but save your screams for me. Let your pussy burn for the thrill, but fuck my cock under these stars.”
His fingers dipped inside her, curling, his thumb teasing her clit, her moans echoing in the night. “You’re ready for this, aren’t you? My queen, bare and dripping, ready to fuck the night away.”
Nivi moaned, her hands tugging his pants off completely, their bodies fully nude on the grass, her pussy hovering over his cock, ready for the night ahead. “Yes, Daddy—I’m ready. Fuck me, make this unforgettable.”
Their talk slowed, their nude bodies entwined, the tent waiting for a memorable night.
Nivi and Raghavan lay nude on the grass, their bodies a canvas for the stars, the tent’s promise pulsing with their passion.
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