26-09-2025, 04:25 PM
Chapter 83: Suite of Passion
Nivi and Raghavan stepped through the resort gates, the morning bustle of staff and guests filtering into the air, the scent of fresh coffee and blooming gardenias mixing with the earthy tang of the forest they'd left behind. Nivi's wet shorts and shirt clung to her, almost dried by the trek but still messy, her hair tangled, her face flushed from the waterfall race and the boys' stares.
She felt eyes on her—some guests looked with awe, their whispers hinting at admiration, while others cast judgmental glances, their stares branding her like a slut. Her heart raced, her exhibitionism kink flaring under the scrutiny, her body tingling with the thrill of being seen.
They're judging me, wanting me—fuck, it's wild, she thought, her pussy warming beneath the damp lace, her transformation pulsing as she grabbed Raghavan's arm, her voice urgent.
“Let's get to the suite—now.”
Raghavan grinned, his hand on her lower back, guiding her through the lobby, his voice low.
“Can't wait, huh? Those boys got you all riled up.” His tone was teasing, his eyes gleaming as they hurried to the elevator, the doors closing behind them, the mirrored walls reflecting her disheveled state—shirt askew, shorts tight, cum traces faint but visible to her own eyes.
Nivi pressed against him, her lips crashing into his as the elevator dinged, the kiss fierce and hungry, her hands roaming his chest, tugging at his shirt. I need him, right now, she thought, her kink roaring, her body buzzing with the day's wildness.
They stumbled into the suite, the door slamming shut, and Nivi jumped on him, her legs wrapping around his waist, her lips devouring his, her tongue tangling with his in a wild dance. Raghavan groaned, his hands gripping her ass, carrying her toward the bathroom, their clothes leaving a wet trail on the hardwood floor.
“You're a mess, baby—let's clean you up, then dirty you again,” he growled, his voice thick with desire, kicking the bathroom door open, the tiled room echoing with their urgency.
The shower hissed to life, warm steam filling the air, the scent of sandalwood soap mingling with their musk as Raghavan set her down, peeling her wet shirt off, the fabric sticking to her skin before revealing her lace bra, cum-stained and damp.
“Look at you—those boys saw this, and now it's mine,” he murmured, his fingers unhooking the bra, letting it fall, her breasts spilling free, nipples hard in the steam.
Nivi moaned, her hands tugging his shirt off, her nails raking his chest, her voice breathy.
“They watched, but you get me, Raghavan. Fuck, I'm so wet for you.”
He stripped her shorts and panties down, the wet lace sticking to her thighs, revealing her pussy, slick with arousal and the faint stickiness of his morning cum.
“Soaked for Daddy, huh? That waterfall tease got you dripping,” he teased, his hands squeezing her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples, making her gasp. Nivi pushed his pants off, his cock springing free, hard and veined, precum beading at the tip, her fingers wrapping around it, stroking slowly.
“I want it, Raghavan—fuck me wild in here,” she whispered, stepping into the shower, the warm water cascading over her, washing away the cum but igniting her desire.
Raghavan followed, the water soaking them, his hands pulling her against the tiled wall, her back pressed cold against the warm surface, his cock teasing her entrance.
“Against the wall first, baby—let's see those screams again,” he growled, lifting her leg, sliding into her pussy with a deep thrust, stretching her walls, making her cry out. The steam enveloped them, the water pounding her breasts, her nipples rubbing against his chest, her moans echoing off the tiles.
“Fuck, you're tight—take Daddy's cock,” he murmured, his thrusts slow but hard, each one hitting her G-spot, her pussy clenching around him.
Nivi's hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging in, her voice raw.
“Yes, Raghavan—fuck me hard, make me scream!” Her body rocked with his thrusts, the water streaming down her face, her breasts bouncing, her pussy slick with arousal. He pinned her hands above her head, his mouth on her neck, sucking a mark, his voice filthy.
“Scream, baby—let the suite hear how much you love this cock. Those boys wanted you, but I'm the one ruining you.” His words ignited her, her moans turning to cries, the shower amplifying her wildness, her kink roaring at the thought of being heard.
He pulled out, turning her around, bending her over against the wall, her hands bracing on the tiles, her ass up, pussy exposed to the warm spray.
“Doggy now, slut—ass out for Daddy,” he commanded, his hands gripping her hips, slamming back in, his cock filling her deeper, the angle hitting new spots, his balls slapping her clit. Nivi screamed, her voice echoing, her body rocking forward, the water streaming down her back, her breasts swaying.
“Fuck, Raghavan—your cock's so deep, wrecking me!” Her cries were wild, letting out her passion, her transformation pulsing as the shower's steam fueled her kink.
He reached around, fingers teasing her clit, rubbing in circles, making her body tremble, her pussy clenching around him.
“Wrecked for me, huh? Tell me how you want it, baby—dirty and loud,” he growled, his thrusts quickening, the water splashing around them, the tiles warm against her palms. Nivi's screams grew louder, her voice breaking.
“Yes, wreck me—fuck my pussy, make me yours!” Her body shook, her orgasm building, the shower's roar masking her cries, her kink blazing at the open vulnerability.
Raghavan pulled out, dropping to his knees, his hands spreading her ass, his tongue diving into her pussy, licking her folds, sucking her clit with hungry precision.
“Taste yourself, baby—Daddy's eating you out,” he murmured, his voice muffled, his tongue delving deep, tasting her arousal mixed with the water. Nivi moaned, her hands bracing on the wall, her hips grinding against his face, the water streaming over her back.
“Fuck, your tongue—eat me, Raghavan!” Her voice was raw, her body trembling, her pussy dripping onto his lips, the steam amplifying her thrill.
He stood, lifting her onto the shower bench, her legs spread wide, his cock sliding back in as he fucked her in a sitting position, her back against the tiles, her breasts bouncing with each thrust.
“Ride me from here, slut—show Daddy how wild you are,” he growled, his hands on her hips, guiding her rhythm, his cock filling her completely. Nivi rocked her hips, her screams echoing, her pussy clenching around him, the water cascading over her body.
“Yes, fuck me—make me cum!” Her cries were desperate, her transformation peaking, her kink roaring at the shower's openness.
Their rhythm synced, his thrusts matching her bounces, the water splashing, the steam thick around them.
“Cum with me, baby—let's explode together,” he groaned, his cock swelling, his fingers teasing her clit, pushing her over the edge. Nivi's screams peaked, her pussy spasming around him, her orgasm crashing as she felt his cum flood her, their releases mixing, her body shaking, his groans blending with her cries.
“Fuck, Raghavan—I'm cumming with you!” Her voice echoed, her transformation complete, the shower washing their passion into the tiles.
They collapsed against the wall, the water slowing to a trickle, their bodies slick and spent, the suite's silence wrapping them as the morning light grew outside.
Nivi and Raghavan stepped through the resort gates, the morning bustle of staff and guests filtering into the air, the scent of fresh coffee and blooming gardenias mixing with the earthy tang of the forest they'd left behind. Nivi's wet shorts and shirt clung to her, almost dried by the trek but still messy, her hair tangled, her face flushed from the waterfall race and the boys' stares.
She felt eyes on her—some guests looked with awe, their whispers hinting at admiration, while others cast judgmental glances, their stares branding her like a slut. Her heart raced, her exhibitionism kink flaring under the scrutiny, her body tingling with the thrill of being seen.
They're judging me, wanting me—fuck, it's wild, she thought, her pussy warming beneath the damp lace, her transformation pulsing as she grabbed Raghavan's arm, her voice urgent.
“Let's get to the suite—now.”
Raghavan grinned, his hand on her lower back, guiding her through the lobby, his voice low.
“Can't wait, huh? Those boys got you all riled up.” His tone was teasing, his eyes gleaming as they hurried to the elevator, the doors closing behind them, the mirrored walls reflecting her disheveled state—shirt askew, shorts tight, cum traces faint but visible to her own eyes.
Nivi pressed against him, her lips crashing into his as the elevator dinged, the kiss fierce and hungry, her hands roaming his chest, tugging at his shirt. I need him, right now, she thought, her kink roaring, her body buzzing with the day's wildness.
They stumbled into the suite, the door slamming shut, and Nivi jumped on him, her legs wrapping around his waist, her lips devouring his, her tongue tangling with his in a wild dance. Raghavan groaned, his hands gripping her ass, carrying her toward the bathroom, their clothes leaving a wet trail on the hardwood floor.
“You're a mess, baby—let's clean you up, then dirty you again,” he growled, his voice thick with desire, kicking the bathroom door open, the tiled room echoing with their urgency.
The shower hissed to life, warm steam filling the air, the scent of sandalwood soap mingling with their musk as Raghavan set her down, peeling her wet shirt off, the fabric sticking to her skin before revealing her lace bra, cum-stained and damp.
“Look at you—those boys saw this, and now it's mine,” he murmured, his fingers unhooking the bra, letting it fall, her breasts spilling free, nipples hard in the steam.
Nivi moaned, her hands tugging his shirt off, her nails raking his chest, her voice breathy.
“They watched, but you get me, Raghavan. Fuck, I'm so wet for you.”
He stripped her shorts and panties down, the wet lace sticking to her thighs, revealing her pussy, slick with arousal and the faint stickiness of his morning cum.
“Soaked for Daddy, huh? That waterfall tease got you dripping,” he teased, his hands squeezing her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples, making her gasp. Nivi pushed his pants off, his cock springing free, hard and veined, precum beading at the tip, her fingers wrapping around it, stroking slowly.
“I want it, Raghavan—fuck me wild in here,” she whispered, stepping into the shower, the warm water cascading over her, washing away the cum but igniting her desire.
Raghavan followed, the water soaking them, his hands pulling her against the tiled wall, her back pressed cold against the warm surface, his cock teasing her entrance.
“Against the wall first, baby—let's see those screams again,” he growled, lifting her leg, sliding into her pussy with a deep thrust, stretching her walls, making her cry out. The steam enveloped them, the water pounding her breasts, her nipples rubbing against his chest, her moans echoing off the tiles.
“Fuck, you're tight—take Daddy's cock,” he murmured, his thrusts slow but hard, each one hitting her G-spot, her pussy clenching around him.
Nivi's hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging in, her voice raw.
“Yes, Raghavan—fuck me hard, make me scream!” Her body rocked with his thrusts, the water streaming down her face, her breasts bouncing, her pussy slick with arousal. He pinned her hands above her head, his mouth on her neck, sucking a mark, his voice filthy.
“Scream, baby—let the suite hear how much you love this cock. Those boys wanted you, but I'm the one ruining you.” His words ignited her, her moans turning to cries, the shower amplifying her wildness, her kink roaring at the thought of being heard.
He pulled out, turning her around, bending her over against the wall, her hands bracing on the tiles, her ass up, pussy exposed to the warm spray.
“Doggy now, slut—ass out for Daddy,” he commanded, his hands gripping her hips, slamming back in, his cock filling her deeper, the angle hitting new spots, his balls slapping her clit. Nivi screamed, her voice echoing, her body rocking forward, the water streaming down her back, her breasts swaying.
“Fuck, Raghavan—your cock's so deep, wrecking me!” Her cries were wild, letting out her passion, her transformation pulsing as the shower's steam fueled her kink.
He reached around, fingers teasing her clit, rubbing in circles, making her body tremble, her pussy clenching around him.
“Wrecked for me, huh? Tell me how you want it, baby—dirty and loud,” he growled, his thrusts quickening, the water splashing around them, the tiles warm against her palms. Nivi's screams grew louder, her voice breaking.
“Yes, wreck me—fuck my pussy, make me yours!” Her body shook, her orgasm building, the shower's roar masking her cries, her kink blazing at the open vulnerability.
Raghavan pulled out, dropping to his knees, his hands spreading her ass, his tongue diving into her pussy, licking her folds, sucking her clit with hungry precision.
“Taste yourself, baby—Daddy's eating you out,” he murmured, his voice muffled, his tongue delving deep, tasting her arousal mixed with the water. Nivi moaned, her hands bracing on the wall, her hips grinding against his face, the water streaming over her back.
“Fuck, your tongue—eat me, Raghavan!” Her voice was raw, her body trembling, her pussy dripping onto his lips, the steam amplifying her thrill.
He stood, lifting her onto the shower bench, her legs spread wide, his cock sliding back in as he fucked her in a sitting position, her back against the tiles, her breasts bouncing with each thrust.
“Ride me from here, slut—show Daddy how wild you are,” he growled, his hands on her hips, guiding her rhythm, his cock filling her completely. Nivi rocked her hips, her screams echoing, her pussy clenching around him, the water cascading over her body.
“Yes, fuck me—make me cum!” Her cries were desperate, her transformation peaking, her kink roaring at the shower's openness.
Their rhythm synced, his thrusts matching her bounces, the water splashing, the steam thick around them.
“Cum with me, baby—let's explode together,” he groaned, his cock swelling, his fingers teasing her clit, pushing her over the edge. Nivi's screams peaked, her pussy spasming around him, her orgasm crashing as she felt his cum flood her, their releases mixing, her body shaking, his groans blending with her cries.
“Fuck, Raghavan—I'm cumming with you!” Her voice echoed, her transformation complete, the shower washing their passion into the tiles.
They collapsed against the wall, the water slowing to a trickle, their bodies slick and spent, the suite's silence wrapping them as the morning light grew outside.