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Saga 7 - Scene 3 - The Hoor's desires
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Dipa rested her head in Usman’s lap, a profound sense of peace settling over her. After a moment, she lifted her head and, with a slow, deliberate tenderness, began to clean his soft penis with her tongue, licking away the last traces of his release. He sighed, a soft, contented sound, his hand gently stroking her hair.
Usman: Ready for round two, my love?
Dipa looked up at him, a new, mischievous glint in her eyes. The anilingus she had received from Sabina had awakened a new curiosity in her, a desire to explore, to taste, to possess every part of the men she took as her own.
Dipa: I want to lick your ass.
Usman stared at her, his eyes widening in shock, then clouding over with a dark, intense arousal. He felt his cock, still soft in her hand, begin to stir and harden again with surprising speed.
Usman: Oh, you are making me erect again. Come.
He stood up, his body trembling slightly with anticipation.
Dipa: Turn around for me, my love. Bend over the root of this great tree. I want to worship you from behind.
He obeyed without question, placing his hands on a large, exposed root of the banyan tree and bending at the waist, presenting his wrinkled, aged backside to her. She knelt on the ground behind him, her hands coming up to cup his buttocks.
Dipa: So strong, even now. You have been through so much, and still, you are a man. Let me taste you. Let me taste your strength.
She leaned forward, her warm breath ghosting over his skin before her tongue darted out to trace the deep crack between his ass cheeks. He gasped, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the root.
Usman: Dipa… no one has ever…
Dipa: Shhh. I am the first. I am the only one. I am yours, and I will worship every part of you.
She parted his cheeks with her hands, exposing his anus. She licked it, slowly at first, then with more confidence, her tongue swirling and probing, learning the textures of his body. He was moaning now, low and deep in his throat, a sound of pure, shocked pleasure.
Usman: Ahhh… yes… right there… it feels… I cannot describe it…
Dipa: You don’t have to describe it. You only have to feel it.
She pushed her tongue inside him, and he cried out, his hips bucking back against her face. She held him steady, her mouth working on him with a focused intensity, bringing him to a new, unbearable peak of pleasure. His cock was now a rigid bar of iron, pressing against the rough bark of the tree.
After several minutes, she pulled away. He was panting, his body trembling.
Dipa: Now. You are ready. Fuck me now, my love. Fill me with the life I gave back to you.
He turned, his eyes blazing with a love and lust so intense it was almost frightening. He pressed her back against the thick trunk of the banyan tree, one of its low-hanging roots a perfect perch for her to sit on. He lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist.
Usman: You own me, Dipa… my body, my soul… it is all yours.
He entered her with a single, powerful thrust. She gasped, the feeling of him inside her again, here in the open, even more thrilling than before.
Dipa: Yes… fuck me against this tree… let the earth see how you worship me…
He began to move, his rhythm deep and steady, a primal dance in the soft morning light. They were hidden from the main path, but the risk of discovery was a sharp, delicious spice.
Usman: Every thrust… every breath… is your name…
Dipa: Harder, my love. Show me how alive you are. Fuck my in the open in this morning.
He increased his pace, his body slamming against hers, the sound echoing softly in the quiet air. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, her mouth finding his. They kissed, a deep, frantic, open-mouthed kiss, their tongues wrestling as he fucked her.
Dipa: I’m… I’m close… Usman…
Usman: Me too… together, my love... together!
They cried out at the same time, their bodies convulsing, his hot seed flooding her as her own orgasm ripped through her. They clung to each other, panting, their bodies slick with sweat, their shared climax a final, powerful seal on their strange, profound love.
They slowly dressed, their movements languid and sated. He helped her wrap her sari, his hands lingering on her waist. She helped him tie his pajama, her fingers brushing against his soft cock. They walked back to the hut, arm in arm, their shared secret a warm, glowing presence between them, the morning ritual complete.
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Dipa rested her head in Usman’s lap, a profound sense of peace settling over her. After a moment, she lifted her head and, with a slow, deliberate tenderness, began to clean his soft penis with her tongue, licking away the last traces of his release. He sighed, a soft, contented sound, his hand gently stroking her hair.
Usman: Ready for round two, my love?
Dipa looked up at him, a new, mischievous glint in her eyes. The anilingus she had received from Sabina had awakened a new curiosity in her, a desire to explore, to taste, to possess every part of the men she took as her own.
Dipa: I want to lick your ass.
Usman stared at her, his eyes widening in shock, then clouding over with a dark, intense arousal. He felt his cock, still soft in her hand, begin to stir and harden again with surprising speed.
Usman: Oh, you are making me erect again. Come.
He stood up, his body trembling slightly with anticipation.
Dipa: Turn around for me, my love. Bend over the root of this great tree. I want to worship you from behind.
He obeyed without question, placing his hands on a large, exposed root of the banyan tree and bending at the waist, presenting his wrinkled, aged backside to her. She knelt on the ground behind him, her hands coming up to cup his buttocks.
Dipa: So strong, even now. You have been through so much, and still, you are a man. Let me taste you. Let me taste your strength.
She leaned forward, her warm breath ghosting over his skin before her tongue darted out to trace the deep crack between his ass cheeks. He gasped, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the root.
Usman: Dipa… no one has ever…
Dipa: Shhh. I am the first. I am the only one. I am yours, and I will worship every part of you.
She parted his cheeks with her hands, exposing his anus. She licked it, slowly at first, then with more confidence, her tongue swirling and probing, learning the textures of his body. He was moaning now, low and deep in his throat, a sound of pure, shocked pleasure.
Usman: Ahhh… yes… right there… it feels… I cannot describe it…
Dipa: You don’t have to describe it. You only have to feel it.
She pushed her tongue inside him, and he cried out, his hips bucking back against her face. She held him steady, her mouth working on him with a focused intensity, bringing him to a new, unbearable peak of pleasure. His cock was now a rigid bar of iron, pressing against the rough bark of the tree.
After several minutes, she pulled away. He was panting, his body trembling.
Dipa: Now. You are ready. Fuck me now, my love. Fill me with the life I gave back to you.
He turned, his eyes blazing with a love and lust so intense it was almost frightening. He pressed her back against the thick trunk of the banyan tree, one of its low-hanging roots a perfect perch for her to sit on. He lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist.
Usman: You own me, Dipa… my body, my soul… it is all yours.
He entered her with a single, powerful thrust. She gasped, the feeling of him inside her again, here in the open, even more thrilling than before.
Dipa: Yes… fuck me against this tree… let the earth see how you worship me…
He began to move, his rhythm deep and steady, a primal dance in the soft morning light. They were hidden from the main path, but the risk of discovery was a sharp, delicious spice.
Usman: Every thrust… every breath… is your name…
Dipa: Harder, my love. Show me how alive you are. Fuck my in the open in this morning.
He increased his pace, his body slamming against hers, the sound echoing softly in the quiet air. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, her mouth finding his. They kissed, a deep, frantic, open-mouthed kiss, their tongues wrestling as he fucked her.
Dipa: I’m… I’m close… Usman…
Usman: Me too… together, my love... together!
They cried out at the same time, their bodies convulsing, his hot seed flooding her as her own orgasm ripped through her. They clung to each other, panting, their bodies slick with sweat, their shared climax a final, powerful seal on their strange, profound love.
They slowly dressed, their movements languid and sated. He helped her wrap her sari, his hands lingering on her waist. She helped him tie his pajama, her fingers brushing against his soft cock. They walked back to the hut, arm in arm, their shared secret a warm, glowing presence between them, the morning ritual complete.
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