20-10-2025, 05:32 AM
Devika: "Pathan, I'll complain to Seenu sir about this. This is completely inappropriate!"
But her warning fell on deaf ears. Pathan's eyes had glazed over with desire, and he seemed beyond rational thought. Without hesitation, he locked his lips against hers once more, his mouth claiming hers with renewed desperation.
His moans vibrated between their joined mouths as he lost himself in the sensation.
"Sexy lips, madam," he gasped against her mouth between kisses. "Thank you for allowing me to kiss you."
Devika: "I didn't allow anything. You forced your lips on mine."
Her words came out muffled, her lips still pressed against his as she spoke. The vibration of her voice against his mouth only seemed to inflame him further.
Pathan's body responded to the intimacy, and Devika could feel the evidence of his arousal pressing against her thighs through the fabric of their clothes. The realization sent a shock through her system.
"Your lips are so soft, madam," he murmured, his breathing ragged. "I could kiss them all day."
Devika: "Please, Pathan... I'm your teacher."
Her protest came out as more of a moan than the firm rebuke she had intended. Her resolve was cracking under the intensity of sensations she hadn't experienced in months.
His hands found her hips, fingers spreading across the exposed skin at her waist where her saree had shifted. The touch of his rough palms against her bare flesh made her shiver. He gripped her thighs firmly, his intention clear as he began to lift her.
Devika understood what he wanted. Against every rational thought screaming in her mind, she gave a small jump, coordinating with his movement as he lifted her onto the laboratory bench. The cold surface pressed against her legs as she settled onto the slab.
Pathan moved between her legs, wrapping them around his waist. The new position brought them into intimate contact, her body's warmth enveloping him as he pressed closer.
"Your hips are incredible, madam," he groaned, his hands exploring the curves he had admired from afar for so long.
Once again, he captured her lips, but this time his approach was different. His tongue traced the outline of her mouth, tasting the sweetness he had discovered. Slowly, deliberately, he slipped his tongue past her lips and into the warm cavern of her mouth.
Devika felt the foreign invasion, the wet slide of his tongue against hers. When he found her tongue and began to explore it with his own, something inside her surrendered completely. She found herself responding, her own tongue meeting his in an intimate dance.
Their tongues intertwined, exploring and tasting each other with growing hunger. When she pushed her own tongue into his mouth, returning his exploration, Pathan's grip on her hips tightened.
He pulled back slightly, their tongues separating, and pressed her now-glistening lips with his own. Her mouth was slippery with their mingled saliva, and he rubbed his lips against hers, savoring the slick sensation.
"Hmm, hmm," he moaned against her mouth, the sound vibrating between them.
Then came a series of quick pecks—kiss after kiss landing on her swollen lips with audible sounds that echoed in the quiet laboratory. Each small kiss was accompanied by the soft sound of their lips meeting and parting.
Devika sat on the bench, her legs wrapped around her student, completely lost in sensations she had forgotten existed. The line between teacher and student, between propriety and desire, had blurred beyond recognition.
But her warning fell on deaf ears. Pathan's eyes had glazed over with desire, and he seemed beyond rational thought. Without hesitation, he locked his lips against hers once more, his mouth claiming hers with renewed desperation.
His moans vibrated between their joined mouths as he lost himself in the sensation.
"Sexy lips, madam," he gasped against her mouth between kisses. "Thank you for allowing me to kiss you."
Devika: "I didn't allow anything. You forced your lips on mine."
Her words came out muffled, her lips still pressed against his as she spoke. The vibration of her voice against his mouth only seemed to inflame him further.
Pathan's body responded to the intimacy, and Devika could feel the evidence of his arousal pressing against her thighs through the fabric of their clothes. The realization sent a shock through her system.
"Your lips are so soft, madam," he murmured, his breathing ragged. "I could kiss them all day."
Devika: "Please, Pathan... I'm your teacher."
Her protest came out as more of a moan than the firm rebuke she had intended. Her resolve was cracking under the intensity of sensations she hadn't experienced in months.
His hands found her hips, fingers spreading across the exposed skin at her waist where her saree had shifted. The touch of his rough palms against her bare flesh made her shiver. He gripped her thighs firmly, his intention clear as he began to lift her.
Devika understood what he wanted. Against every rational thought screaming in her mind, she gave a small jump, coordinating with his movement as he lifted her onto the laboratory bench. The cold surface pressed against her legs as she settled onto the slab.
Pathan moved between her legs, wrapping them around his waist. The new position brought them into intimate contact, her body's warmth enveloping him as he pressed closer.
"Your hips are incredible, madam," he groaned, his hands exploring the curves he had admired from afar for so long.
Once again, he captured her lips, but this time his approach was different. His tongue traced the outline of her mouth, tasting the sweetness he had discovered. Slowly, deliberately, he slipped his tongue past her lips and into the warm cavern of her mouth.
Devika felt the foreign invasion, the wet slide of his tongue against hers. When he found her tongue and began to explore it with his own, something inside her surrendered completely. She found herself responding, her own tongue meeting his in an intimate dance.
Their tongues intertwined, exploring and tasting each other with growing hunger. When she pushed her own tongue into his mouth, returning his exploration, Pathan's grip on her hips tightened.
He pulled back slightly, their tongues separating, and pressed her now-glistening lips with his own. Her mouth was slippery with their mingled saliva, and he rubbed his lips against hers, savoring the slick sensation.
"Hmm, hmm," he moaned against her mouth, the sound vibrating between them.
Then came a series of quick pecks—kiss after kiss landing on her swollen lips with audible sounds that echoed in the quiet laboratory. Each small kiss was accompanied by the soft sound of their lips meeting and parting.
Devika sat on the bench, her legs wrapped around her student, completely lost in sensations she had forgotten existed. The line between teacher and student, between propriety and desire, had blurred beyond recognition.
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