20-10-2025, 12:52 PM
Scene 6: The Feast of Flesh
Simran’s head rose slowly from beneath the table. The sight of Ramesh’s slick, dark cock, wet and heavy, filled her vision. She kept her mouth close to him, her tongue running slowly up the shaft, dragging across the sensitive tip, leaving a glistening trail of her spit on his skin.
Ramesh: (A deep, shuddering gasp) "Oh... ahhh... that is... filthy... but so good." (Oh... ahhh... yeh toh... ganda hai... lekin itna accha.)
She ignored his words, her mouth working its way up, licking a path from the base of his erection, over his taut, flat belly, tasting the sweat and salt of his skin. Her tongue flicked into his navel before tracing a line up his chest, leaving him breathless.
Simran: (Her voice was low and gravelly, full of lust) "You taste like the village, Sarpanch-ji. Like earth and strength." (Aapka swaad gaon jaisa hai, Sarpanch-ji. Jaise mitti aur taakat.)
She knelt on the cot, straddling his legs, her full, heavy breasts hanging free, inches from his face. She leaned forward until her lips met his, capturing his mouth in a fierce, demanding kiss.
The instant her lips locked with his, the weight and softness of her big, lactating breasts spilled forward. They pressed firmly against his chest, the sheer size of them forcing his breath out in a rush. He was engulfed by the warm, yielding flesh.
Ramesh: (Muffled against her mouth, his hands immediately grasping the enormous, full globes) "Your chuchis... they are crushing me... so heavy." (Tumhari chuchiyan... yeh mujhe daba rahi hain... kitni bhari.)
Simran pulled back just enough to speak, her breath mingling with his.
Simran: "Good. Let me crush you. I want to feel all of you." (Accha. Mujhe aapko kuchalne do. Main aapko poora mehsoos karna chahti hoon.)
She broke the kiss and, with a quick, powerful movement, she climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. She was like a wild beast ready to devour him, her strong thighs gripping his waist.
Ramesh: (Struggling to speak, mesmerized by the sight of her above him) "Wait, Simran... my dhoti..." (Ruko, Simran... mera dhoti...)
Simran: "Forget the cloth. Forget everything." (Kapde ko bhool jao. Sab kuch bhool jao.)
She was kneeling directly over his swollen, wet cock, her legs spread wide. Her wet pussy was now only an inch from the tip of his erection. She moved her hips in a slow, circular grind, teasing the contact.
Ramesh: (Groaning, his hands gripping her waist)* "Ahhh... put it in, Beti... now... you are driving me mad." (Ahhh... isse andar daal do, Beti... abhi... tum mujhe pagal kar rahi ho.)
Simran: "Not yet, Sarpanch-ji. We are going to take this slowly. I want to feel you struggle beneath me. Tell me what you want to do to me." (Abhi nahi, Sarpanch-ji. Hum ise dheere-dheere karenge. Main aapko apne neeche tadapte hue mehsoos karna chahti hoon. Mujhe batao, tum mere saath kya karna chahte ho.)
Ramesh: "I want to plow you... I want to bury myself deep inside your hot hole... I want to fill you up until you scream my name." (Main tumhein jotna chahta hoon... main khud ko tumhari garm choot ke andar gehra dafna dena chahta hoon... main tumhein tab tak bharna chahta hoon jab tak tum mera naam lekar chilla na do.)
Simran's eyes flashed with a raw, triumphant heat. She slammed her hips down, mounting him fiercely. The large head of his cock pushed past the slick, tight entrance, sinking deep into her.
Simran: (A sharp, guttural cry, mixing pleasure and pain) "FUCK! That's... all of you! You are so big!" (FUCK! Woh... poora andar! Aap kitne mote hain!)
Ramesh: (Thrashing beneath her, his hands kneading her soft buttocks) "You wanted the village man's power, didn't you? Take it! It's all yours!" (Tumhe gaon ke aadmi ki taakat chahiye thi na? Le lo! Yeh sab tumhara hai!)
Simran braced her hands on his shoulders, rising and falling on him in a powerful, hungry rhythm. The cot creaked loudly under their combined weight and motion. The meal was forgotten, and the only reality was the raw, primal collision of their bodies.
Simran’s head rose slowly from beneath the table. The sight of Ramesh’s slick, dark cock, wet and heavy, filled her vision. She kept her mouth close to him, her tongue running slowly up the shaft, dragging across the sensitive tip, leaving a glistening trail of her spit on his skin.
Ramesh: (A deep, shuddering gasp) "Oh... ahhh... that is... filthy... but so good." (Oh... ahhh... yeh toh... ganda hai... lekin itna accha.)
She ignored his words, her mouth working its way up, licking a path from the base of his erection, over his taut, flat belly, tasting the sweat and salt of his skin. Her tongue flicked into his navel before tracing a line up his chest, leaving him breathless.
Simran: (Her voice was low and gravelly, full of lust) "You taste like the village, Sarpanch-ji. Like earth and strength." (Aapka swaad gaon jaisa hai, Sarpanch-ji. Jaise mitti aur taakat.)
She knelt on the cot, straddling his legs, her full, heavy breasts hanging free, inches from his face. She leaned forward until her lips met his, capturing his mouth in a fierce, demanding kiss.
The instant her lips locked with his, the weight and softness of her big, lactating breasts spilled forward. They pressed firmly against his chest, the sheer size of them forcing his breath out in a rush. He was engulfed by the warm, yielding flesh.
Ramesh: (Muffled against her mouth, his hands immediately grasping the enormous, full globes) "Your chuchis... they are crushing me... so heavy." (Tumhari chuchiyan... yeh mujhe daba rahi hain... kitni bhari.)
Simran pulled back just enough to speak, her breath mingling with his.
Simran: "Good. Let me crush you. I want to feel all of you." (Accha. Mujhe aapko kuchalne do. Main aapko poora mehsoos karna chahti hoon.)
She broke the kiss and, with a quick, powerful movement, she climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. She was like a wild beast ready to devour him, her strong thighs gripping his waist.
Ramesh: (Struggling to speak, mesmerized by the sight of her above him) "Wait, Simran... my dhoti..." (Ruko, Simran... mera dhoti...)
Simran: "Forget the cloth. Forget everything." (Kapde ko bhool jao. Sab kuch bhool jao.)
She was kneeling directly over his swollen, wet cock, her legs spread wide. Her wet pussy was now only an inch from the tip of his erection. She moved her hips in a slow, circular grind, teasing the contact.
Ramesh: (Groaning, his hands gripping her waist)* "Ahhh... put it in, Beti... now... you are driving me mad." (Ahhh... isse andar daal do, Beti... abhi... tum mujhe pagal kar rahi ho.)
Simran: "Not yet, Sarpanch-ji. We are going to take this slowly. I want to feel you struggle beneath me. Tell me what you want to do to me." (Abhi nahi, Sarpanch-ji. Hum ise dheere-dheere karenge. Main aapko apne neeche tadapte hue mehsoos karna chahti hoon. Mujhe batao, tum mere saath kya karna chahte ho.)
Ramesh: "I want to plow you... I want to bury myself deep inside your hot hole... I want to fill you up until you scream my name." (Main tumhein jotna chahta hoon... main khud ko tumhari garm choot ke andar gehra dafna dena chahta hoon... main tumhein tab tak bharna chahta hoon jab tak tum mera naam lekar chilla na do.)
Simran's eyes flashed with a raw, triumphant heat. She slammed her hips down, mounting him fiercely. The large head of his cock pushed past the slick, tight entrance, sinking deep into her.
Simran: (A sharp, guttural cry, mixing pleasure and pain) "FUCK! That's... all of you! You are so big!" (FUCK! Woh... poora andar! Aap kitne mote hain!)
Ramesh: (Thrashing beneath her, his hands kneading her soft buttocks) "You wanted the village man's power, didn't you? Take it! It's all yours!" (Tumhe gaon ke aadmi ki taakat chahiye thi na? Le lo! Yeh sab tumhara hai!)
Simran braced her hands on his shoulders, rising and falling on him in a powerful, hungry rhythm. The cot creaked loudly under their combined weight and motion. The meal was forgotten, and the only reality was the raw, primal collision of their bodies.
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