20-10-2025, 04:29 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-11-2025, 12:40 AM by ashuezy2. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
Scene 9 [Edited]
Ananya slid off Kabir’s lap and knelt before him, her body full of pleasure. She looked at his very apparent erection, which was pulsing with fresh desire.
Ananya: "Just relax and close your eyes." Bas relax karo aur apni aankhein band kar lo.
Kabir: "How do I relax when I have such a hot lady, who is newly wed, looking at my erection?" Main kaise relax karun jab mere paas aisi hot lady hai, jo nayi shaadi-shuda hai, aur mere erection ko dekh rahi hai?
Ananya: "I am not what you just see, you know." Main woh nahi hoon jo tum sirf dekhte ho, tum jaante ho.
Kabir: "I love your breasts. They made me lose my composure. I have never been like this." Mujhe tumhare breasts se pyaar hai. Unhone mera sanyam kho diya. Main kabhi aisa nahi hua.
Ananya: "Don't be so modest, Kabir. You are a photographer, you must have captured many beautiful women." Itne modest mat bano, Kabir. Tum ek photographer ho, tumne bahut khoobsurat auraton ko capture kiya hoga.
Kabir: "Yes, I have. But not so beautiful as you. You possess a unique energy." Haan, kiya hai. Lekin tumhari tarah khoobsurat koi nahi. Tumhare andar ek anokhi aag hai.
Ananya’s eyes darkened with pleasure at his confession. She reached out and took his penis, which was getting harder and harder, in her warm hand.
Ananya: "Oh, look at you. You want me badly." Oh, tumhein dekho. Tum mujhe buri tarah se chahte ho.
Kabir gasped, his head falling back against the sofa.
Ananya grabbed Kabir's erect cock and held it firm.
Kabir: "Please, Ananya. I can't hold any further, the way you are touching me like this." Please, Ananya. Main tumhare is tarah chhoone se ruk nahi sakta.
Samrat watched, his arms crossed over his chest, an appreciative grin on his face.
Samrat: "It looks like he is ready to erupt, my dear." Aisa lagta hai ki woh phatne ke liye taiyaar hai, meri jaan.
Ananya: "Let's see how long will you last to my charms, artist." Dekhte hain ki tum mere aakarshan ke saamne kab tak tik paate ho, artist.
Ananya began stroking him with a slow, expert rhythm. Kabir groaned, his body tensing, his face screwed up in a desperate attempt to hold back.
Ananya: "Oh my, look at this bad boy all ready and full. You like my breasts, don't you? Look at me, see my tits. Look at how I am sucking my own nipples." Oh mere khuda, is bad boy ko dekho, poori tarah se taiyaar aur bhara hua. Tumhein mere breasts pasand hain, hai na? Mujhe dekho, mere tits dekho. Dekho main kaise apne hi nipples choos rahi hoon.
She lowered her head slightly and, with her free hand, guided one of her full, exposed breasts to her mouth, sucking gently on her nipple while maintaining her rhythmic stroke on Kabir. Samrat’s grin widened, completely enthralled by the spectacle of his wife claiming the photographer.
Samrat: "This is better than any exhibition, Kabir. Just surrender." Yeh kisi bhi pradarshani se behtar hai, Kabir. Bas surrender kar do.
Kabir: "Ananya… you are too hot… I can't… now... I must release this!" Ananya… tum bahut hot ho… main nahi kar sakta… ab… mujhe ise chhodna hoga!
With a final, desperate moan, Kabir came. He ejaculated, unloading a huge volume of semen that came in five distinct, powerful installments. The first few missed, but the final, thick pulses landed on Ananya's stroking hand and wrist. He collapsed back onto the sofa, panting, his body trembling with exhaustion.
Kabir immediately fumbled for a tissue from the side table, his eyes filled with genuine remorse and tenderness. He gently took Ananya's hand and carefully wiped the warm, sticky fluid from her skin.
Kabir: "Oh, Ananya. How can you be so loving, kind, and beautiful at the same time? I am so sorry." Oh, Ananya. Tum ek hi samay mein itni pyari, itni dayalu, aur itni khoobsurat kaise ho sakti ho? Mujhe bahut afsos hai.
Ananya: "Don't be sorry, artist. That was just your final surrender. Now you're truly ours." Afsos mat karo, artist. Woh tumhara aakhri surrender tha. Ab tum sach mein humare ho.
Ananya slid off Kabir’s lap and knelt before him, her body full of pleasure. She looked at his very apparent erection, which was pulsing with fresh desire.
Ananya: "Just relax and close your eyes." Bas relax karo aur apni aankhein band kar lo.
Kabir: "How do I relax when I have such a hot lady, who is newly wed, looking at my erection?" Main kaise relax karun jab mere paas aisi hot lady hai, jo nayi shaadi-shuda hai, aur mere erection ko dekh rahi hai?
Ananya: "I am not what you just see, you know." Main woh nahi hoon jo tum sirf dekhte ho, tum jaante ho.
Kabir: "I love your breasts. They made me lose my composure. I have never been like this." Mujhe tumhare breasts se pyaar hai. Unhone mera sanyam kho diya. Main kabhi aisa nahi hua.
Ananya: "Don't be so modest, Kabir. You are a photographer, you must have captured many beautiful women." Itne modest mat bano, Kabir. Tum ek photographer ho, tumne bahut khoobsurat auraton ko capture kiya hoga.
Kabir: "Yes, I have. But not so beautiful as you. You possess a unique energy." Haan, kiya hai. Lekin tumhari tarah khoobsurat koi nahi. Tumhare andar ek anokhi aag hai.
Ananya’s eyes darkened with pleasure at his confession. She reached out and took his penis, which was getting harder and harder, in her warm hand.
Ananya: "Oh, look at you. You want me badly." Oh, tumhein dekho. Tum mujhe buri tarah se chahte ho.
Kabir gasped, his head falling back against the sofa.
Ananya grabbed Kabir's erect cock and held it firm.
Kabir: "Please, Ananya. I can't hold any further, the way you are touching me like this." Please, Ananya. Main tumhare is tarah chhoone se ruk nahi sakta.
Samrat watched, his arms crossed over his chest, an appreciative grin on his face.
Samrat: "It looks like he is ready to erupt, my dear." Aisa lagta hai ki woh phatne ke liye taiyaar hai, meri jaan.
Ananya: "Let's see how long will you last to my charms, artist." Dekhte hain ki tum mere aakarshan ke saamne kab tak tik paate ho, artist.
Ananya began stroking him with a slow, expert rhythm. Kabir groaned, his body tensing, his face screwed up in a desperate attempt to hold back.
Ananya: "Oh my, look at this bad boy all ready and full. You like my breasts, don't you? Look at me, see my tits. Look at how I am sucking my own nipples." Oh mere khuda, is bad boy ko dekho, poori tarah se taiyaar aur bhara hua. Tumhein mere breasts pasand hain, hai na? Mujhe dekho, mere tits dekho. Dekho main kaise apne hi nipples choos rahi hoon.
She lowered her head slightly and, with her free hand, guided one of her full, exposed breasts to her mouth, sucking gently on her nipple while maintaining her rhythmic stroke on Kabir. Samrat’s grin widened, completely enthralled by the spectacle of his wife claiming the photographer.
Samrat: "This is better than any exhibition, Kabir. Just surrender." Yeh kisi bhi pradarshani se behtar hai, Kabir. Bas surrender kar do.
Kabir: "Ananya… you are too hot… I can't… now... I must release this!" Ananya… tum bahut hot ho… main nahi kar sakta… ab… mujhe ise chhodna hoga!
With a final, desperate moan, Kabir came. He ejaculated, unloading a huge volume of semen that came in five distinct, powerful installments. The first few missed, but the final, thick pulses landed on Ananya's stroking hand and wrist. He collapsed back onto the sofa, panting, his body trembling with exhaustion.
Kabir immediately fumbled for a tissue from the side table, his eyes filled with genuine remorse and tenderness. He gently took Ananya's hand and carefully wiped the warm, sticky fluid from her skin.
Kabir: "Oh, Ananya. How can you be so loving, kind, and beautiful at the same time? I am so sorry." Oh, Ananya. Tum ek hi samay mein itni pyari, itni dayalu, aur itni khoobsurat kaise ho sakti ho? Mujhe bahut afsos hai.
Ananya: "Don't be sorry, artist. That was just your final surrender. Now you're truly ours." Afsos mat karo, artist. Woh tumhara aakhri surrender tha. Ab tum sach mein humare ho.
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