17-10-2025, 06:06 PM
Scene 3: Ramesh's Reward - Gold Scene
The sound of splashing water was a symphony to Ramesh's ears. His eye was glued to the small, dark opening in the wall. The world outside ceased to exist; his entire universe was now the steamy, small washroom and the magnificent woman within it.
Ramesh: (whispering to himself) "Fucking hell... she is even more beautiful than I thought... so fair..." (Jahannum mein jaaye... yeh to meri soch se bhi zyada khoobsurat hai... kitni gori hai...)
Inside, Simran tilted her head back, letting the water run through her long, black hair. She was completely at ease, humming a soft, melodious tune, lost in the simple pleasure of the cool shower after a long, hot day.
Ramesh: "Sing for me, my city bird... sing while I watch you... you have no idea who is enjoying your show." (Mere liye gaa, meri shehri chidiya... gaa jab main tujhe dekh raha hoon... tujhe koi andaza nahi hai ki tera show kaun enjoy kar raha hai.)
Simran picked up a bar of soap and began lathering her arms and shoulders. The soap slid over her wet skin, creating white trails that the water quickly washed away. Her movements were slow, deliberate.
Ramesh: "Yes... wash yourself clean... wash every inch... so soft... your skin must feel like silk... I can almost feel it." (Haan... apne aap ko saaf kar... har ek inch ko dho... kitni mulayam... teri khaal resham jaisi hogi... main use mehsoos kar sakta hoon.)
She turned slightly, giving him a better view of her side profile. Her large breast, glistening with water, seemed to defy gravity. The nipple was a dark, hard pebble.
Ramesh: "Fuck... that chuchi... it's as big as a mango... bigger... a perfect, ripe mango. I want to bite it... suck on it until you scream." (Fuck... woh chuchi... aam jitni badi hai... usse bhi badi... ekdum paka hua aam. Main use kaatna chahta hoon... tab tak choosna chahta hoon jab tak tu chilla na de.)
Simran now moved the soap down to her stomach, her fingers making circles on her flat, toned abdomen. She then moved lower, her hand disappearing between her legs.
Ramesh: "Oh, you dirty girl... cleaning your little pussy for me? You know I'm watching, don't you? You want me to see... you want me to watch you touch yourself..." (Oh, gandi ladki... mere liye apni chhoti si choot saaf kar rahi hai? Tujhe pata hai main dekh raha hoon, hai na? Tu chahti hai ki main dekhun... tu chahti hai ki main tujhe khud ko chhoote hue dekhun...)
His breathing was heavy now, a ragged sound in the dusty silence of the old hut. The knot on his dhoti was gone, the white cloth hanging loosely around his hips. He couldn't bear the pressure anymore. His hand slipped inside, past the waistband of his underwear.
Ramesh: "So hard... you make me so fucking hard... just by washing yourself... you are a witch... a beautiful fucking witch." (Kitna sakht hai... tune mujhe kitna sakht kar diya hai... sirf naha kar... tu ek chudail hai... ek khoobsurat chudail.)
Simran bent over slightly to wash her legs, presenting him with a breathtaking view of her round, full buttocks. The two perfect globes were taut and smooth, with a deep shadow running between them.
Ramesh: "That ass... I could bury my face in it... smack it... fuck it until it's red... Yes, bend over more... show your Sarpanch what a good girl you are." (Yeh gaand... main ismein apna chehra chhupa sakta hoon... ispar thappad maar sakta hoon... ise tab tak chod sakta hoon jab tak yeh laal na ho jaaye... Haan, aur jhuk... apne Sarpanch ko dikha ki tu kitni achhi ladki hai.)
His own member was now fully erect, straining against the confines of his underwear. He watched her straighten up and turn around, facing the wall again. She picked up a bottle of shampoo.
Ramesh: "Washing your hair... so long... I want to pull that hair while I fuck you from behind... pull it hard." (Apne baal dho rahi hai... kitne lambe hain... main tere baal kheenchhna chahta hoon jab main tujhe peeche se chodun... zor se kheenchhna chahta hoon.)
The sight was too much. He let his dhoti fall to the dusty floor in a heap around his ankles. Then, with a grunt, he hooked his thumbs into his underwear and pulled it down, freeing his thick, dark cock. It sprang into the air, slick with precum.
Ramesh: "Look what you've done to me... look at this monster... it's all for you... for your hot, wet body." (Dekh tune mera kya haal kar diya hai... is rakshas ko dekh... yeh sab tere liye hai... tere garam, geele jism ke liye.)
He wrapped his fist around his shaft and began to stroke, his eyes never leaving the peephole. His movements were slow at first, mirroring the gentle way Simran was massaging shampoo into her scalp.
Ramesh: "Ohhh... yes... that feels good... but it would feel better inside you... so tight... so wet..." (Ohhh... haan... accha lag raha hai... lekin tere andar isse bhi zyada accha lagega... kitni tight... kitni geeli...)
Simran rinsed the shampoo out, her hands moving through her hair, her breasts jiggling with the motion. Each bounce sent a jolt of raw lust through Ramesh.
Ramesh: "Fuck, they move so much... like they're alive... I want to hold them while I ride you... feel their weight in my hands..." (Fuck, woh kitna hilti hain... jaise zinda hon... main unhe pakadna chahta hoon jab main teri sawari karun... unka wazan apne haathon mein mehsoos karna chahta hoon...)
His stroking became faster, more frantic. His knuckles were white. A low groan escaped his lips.
Ramesh: "Nghhh... almost there... come on, baby... do something for me... turn around one more time..." (Nghhh... bas pahunchne wala hoon... chalo, baby... mere liye kuch karo... ek baar aur ghoomo...)
As if hearing his desperate, silent plea, Simran turned off the shower. The sudden silence was deafening. She reached for a towel. She turned her body, facing the peephole almost directly as she wiped her face and chest. He got a full, unobstructed view of her front. Her large, dark aureoles, the droplets of water clinging to her skin like tiny jewels.
Ramesh: "That's it! FUCK! YES! Right there! You are so fucking beautiful! I'm coming! I'm coming for you, Simran!" (Bas! FUCK! HAAN! Wahin par! Tu kitni khoobsurat hai! Main aa raha hoon! Main tere liye aa raha hoon, Simran!)
His body shuddered violently. He grunted, his eyes squeezed shut for a second as he emptied himself onto the dusty floor of the abandoned hut. His breath came in ragged sobs. When he opened his eyes again, she was wrapping the towel around her body. The show was over.
Ramesh: (panting) "Soon... very soon... you won't just be research material... you will be mine." (Jaldi... bahut jaldi... tu sirf research ka saaman nahi hogi... tu meri hogi.)
He watched her walk out of the washroom, the towel secured tightly around her. With a trembling hand, Ramesh quietly slid the brick back into place, sealing the wall. He stood there in the dark, naked and spent, listening to the faint sounds of her moving about in the next room.
The sound of splashing water was a symphony to Ramesh's ears. His eye was glued to the small, dark opening in the wall. The world outside ceased to exist; his entire universe was now the steamy, small washroom and the magnificent woman within it.
Ramesh: (whispering to himself) "Fucking hell... she is even more beautiful than I thought... so fair..." (Jahannum mein jaaye... yeh to meri soch se bhi zyada khoobsurat hai... kitni gori hai...)
Inside, Simran tilted her head back, letting the water run through her long, black hair. She was completely at ease, humming a soft, melodious tune, lost in the simple pleasure of the cool shower after a long, hot day.
Ramesh: "Sing for me, my city bird... sing while I watch you... you have no idea who is enjoying your show." (Mere liye gaa, meri shehri chidiya... gaa jab main tujhe dekh raha hoon... tujhe koi andaza nahi hai ki tera show kaun enjoy kar raha hai.)
Simran picked up a bar of soap and began lathering her arms and shoulders. The soap slid over her wet skin, creating white trails that the water quickly washed away. Her movements were slow, deliberate.
Ramesh: "Yes... wash yourself clean... wash every inch... so soft... your skin must feel like silk... I can almost feel it." (Haan... apne aap ko saaf kar... har ek inch ko dho... kitni mulayam... teri khaal resham jaisi hogi... main use mehsoos kar sakta hoon.)
She turned slightly, giving him a better view of her side profile. Her large breast, glistening with water, seemed to defy gravity. The nipple was a dark, hard pebble.
Ramesh: "Fuck... that chuchi... it's as big as a mango... bigger... a perfect, ripe mango. I want to bite it... suck on it until you scream." (Fuck... woh chuchi... aam jitni badi hai... usse bhi badi... ekdum paka hua aam. Main use kaatna chahta hoon... tab tak choosna chahta hoon jab tak tu chilla na de.)
Simran now moved the soap down to her stomach, her fingers making circles on her flat, toned abdomen. She then moved lower, her hand disappearing between her legs.
Ramesh: "Oh, you dirty girl... cleaning your little pussy for me? You know I'm watching, don't you? You want me to see... you want me to watch you touch yourself..." (Oh, gandi ladki... mere liye apni chhoti si choot saaf kar rahi hai? Tujhe pata hai main dekh raha hoon, hai na? Tu chahti hai ki main dekhun... tu chahti hai ki main tujhe khud ko chhoote hue dekhun...)
His breathing was heavy now, a ragged sound in the dusty silence of the old hut. The knot on his dhoti was gone, the white cloth hanging loosely around his hips. He couldn't bear the pressure anymore. His hand slipped inside, past the waistband of his underwear.
Ramesh: "So hard... you make me so fucking hard... just by washing yourself... you are a witch... a beautiful fucking witch." (Kitna sakht hai... tune mujhe kitna sakht kar diya hai... sirf naha kar... tu ek chudail hai... ek khoobsurat chudail.)
Simran bent over slightly to wash her legs, presenting him with a breathtaking view of her round, full buttocks. The two perfect globes were taut and smooth, with a deep shadow running between them.
Ramesh: "That ass... I could bury my face in it... smack it... fuck it until it's red... Yes, bend over more... show your Sarpanch what a good girl you are." (Yeh gaand... main ismein apna chehra chhupa sakta hoon... ispar thappad maar sakta hoon... ise tab tak chod sakta hoon jab tak yeh laal na ho jaaye... Haan, aur jhuk... apne Sarpanch ko dikha ki tu kitni achhi ladki hai.)
His own member was now fully erect, straining against the confines of his underwear. He watched her straighten up and turn around, facing the wall again. She picked up a bottle of shampoo.
Ramesh: "Washing your hair... so long... I want to pull that hair while I fuck you from behind... pull it hard." (Apne baal dho rahi hai... kitne lambe hain... main tere baal kheenchhna chahta hoon jab main tujhe peeche se chodun... zor se kheenchhna chahta hoon.)
The sight was too much. He let his dhoti fall to the dusty floor in a heap around his ankles. Then, with a grunt, he hooked his thumbs into his underwear and pulled it down, freeing his thick, dark cock. It sprang into the air, slick with precum.
Ramesh: "Look what you've done to me... look at this monster... it's all for you... for your hot, wet body." (Dekh tune mera kya haal kar diya hai... is rakshas ko dekh... yeh sab tere liye hai... tere garam, geele jism ke liye.)
He wrapped his fist around his shaft and began to stroke, his eyes never leaving the peephole. His movements were slow at first, mirroring the gentle way Simran was massaging shampoo into her scalp.
Ramesh: "Ohhh... yes... that feels good... but it would feel better inside you... so tight... so wet..." (Ohhh... haan... accha lag raha hai... lekin tere andar isse bhi zyada accha lagega... kitni tight... kitni geeli...)
Simran rinsed the shampoo out, her hands moving through her hair, her breasts jiggling with the motion. Each bounce sent a jolt of raw lust through Ramesh.
Ramesh: "Fuck, they move so much... like they're alive... I want to hold them while I ride you... feel their weight in my hands..." (Fuck, woh kitna hilti hain... jaise zinda hon... main unhe pakadna chahta hoon jab main teri sawari karun... unka wazan apne haathon mein mehsoos karna chahta hoon...)
His stroking became faster, more frantic. His knuckles were white. A low groan escaped his lips.
Ramesh: "Nghhh... almost there... come on, baby... do something for me... turn around one more time..." (Nghhh... bas pahunchne wala hoon... chalo, baby... mere liye kuch karo... ek baar aur ghoomo...)
As if hearing his desperate, silent plea, Simran turned off the shower. The sudden silence was deafening. She reached for a towel. She turned her body, facing the peephole almost directly as she wiped her face and chest. He got a full, unobstructed view of her front. Her large, dark aureoles, the droplets of water clinging to her skin like tiny jewels.
Ramesh: "That's it! FUCK! YES! Right there! You are so fucking beautiful! I'm coming! I'm coming for you, Simran!" (Bas! FUCK! HAAN! Wahin par! Tu kitni khoobsurat hai! Main aa raha hoon! Main tere liye aa raha hoon, Simran!)
His body shuddered violently. He grunted, his eyes squeezed shut for a second as he emptied himself onto the dusty floor of the abandoned hut. His breath came in ragged sobs. When he opened his eyes again, she was wrapping the towel around her body. The show was over.
Ramesh: (panting) "Soon... very soon... you won't just be research material... you will be mine." (Jaldi... bahut jaldi... tu sirf research ka saaman nahi hogi... tu meri hogi.)
He watched her walk out of the washroom, the towel secured tightly around her. With a trembling hand, Ramesh quietly slid the brick back into place, sealing the wall. He stood there in the dark, naked and spent, listening to the faint sounds of her moving about in the next room.
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