8 hours ago
Scene 13
Kabir was on his hands and knees on the plush rug, his back muscles tense. Samrat knelt behind him, his hands gripping Kabir's hips. They both looked towards Ananya, who was curled up on the sofa, watching them like a queen surveying her court.
Ananya: "Don't be shy, Samrat. Take what you want. Show him what you can do." Sharmao mat, Samrat. Le lo jo tumhein chahiye. Dikhao use tum kya kar sakte ho.
With that final permission, Samrat lubricated himself and positioned himself. He pushed forward, entering Kabir with a slow, deliberate pressure. Kabir grunted, his head dropping as his body accepted the intrusion. As Samrat began to move, a slow, powerful rhythm, Ananya's own breathing deepened. Her hand slipped down between her legs, her fingers finding her own wet heat.
Samrat: "How does that feel, Kabir? Am I hurting you?" Kaisa lag raha hai, Kabir? Main tumhein dard toh nahi de raha?
Kabir: "No… fuck… it's… good. Harder." Nahi… fuck… yeh… achha hai. Aur zor se.
Ananya: "Oh, yes… look at you two. So beautiful." Oh, haan… dekho tum dono ko. Kitne sundar lag rahe ho.
Her voice was a throaty whisper as her own fingers began to move, matching the rhythm of her husband's thrusts.
Samrat pounded into Kabir on the floor, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the studio. Ananya watched, her eyes wide, a low moan escaping her lips.
Samrat: "Ananya… are you watching? Are you enjoying this?" Ananya… dekh rahi ho? Mazaa aa raha hai?
Ananya: "I'm not just watching… I'm feeling everything. Faster, Samrat. Both of you, faster! I'm almost there!" Main sirf dekh nahi rahi… main sab kuch mehsoos kar rahi hoon. Aur tez, Samrat. Tum dono, aur tez! Main bas pahunchne wali hoon!
The pace became frantic, a desperate, driving rhythm. Kabir’s groans grew louder, mingling with Ananya's breathless moans from the sofa. Samrat grunted with the effort, his body slick with sweat as he drove them all towards the edge.
Kabir: "Fuck, I'm going to cum!" Fuck, main jhadne wala hoon!
Samrat: "Me too! Ananya!" Main bhi! Ananya!
Ananya: "Now! Come now! Together!" Abhi! Jhado abhi! Ek saath!
A wave of release crashed through the room. Kabir cried out as Samrat emptied himself inside him, their bodies shuddering together on the floor. On the sofa, Ananya’s body arched, a sharp, piercing cry escaping her lips as she found her own powerful orgasm, triggered by the raw, beautiful sight before her. A final, satisfied sigh escaped her lips.
Ananya: "Perfect. Absolutely perfect." Ekdum sahi. Bilkul perfect.
Kabir was on his hands and knees on the plush rug, his back muscles tense. Samrat knelt behind him, his hands gripping Kabir's hips. They both looked towards Ananya, who was curled up on the sofa, watching them like a queen surveying her court.
Ananya: "Don't be shy, Samrat. Take what you want. Show him what you can do." Sharmao mat, Samrat. Le lo jo tumhein chahiye. Dikhao use tum kya kar sakte ho.
With that final permission, Samrat lubricated himself and positioned himself. He pushed forward, entering Kabir with a slow, deliberate pressure. Kabir grunted, his head dropping as his body accepted the intrusion. As Samrat began to move, a slow, powerful rhythm, Ananya's own breathing deepened. Her hand slipped down between her legs, her fingers finding her own wet heat.
Samrat: "How does that feel, Kabir? Am I hurting you?" Kaisa lag raha hai, Kabir? Main tumhein dard toh nahi de raha?
Kabir: "No… fuck… it's… good. Harder." Nahi… fuck… yeh… achha hai. Aur zor se.
Ananya: "Oh, yes… look at you two. So beautiful." Oh, haan… dekho tum dono ko. Kitne sundar lag rahe ho.
Her voice was a throaty whisper as her own fingers began to move, matching the rhythm of her husband's thrusts.
Samrat pounded into Kabir on the floor, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the studio. Ananya watched, her eyes wide, a low moan escaping her lips.
Samrat: "Ananya… are you watching? Are you enjoying this?" Ananya… dekh rahi ho? Mazaa aa raha hai?
Ananya: "I'm not just watching… I'm feeling everything. Faster, Samrat. Both of you, faster! I'm almost there!" Main sirf dekh nahi rahi… main sab kuch mehsoos kar rahi hoon. Aur tez, Samrat. Tum dono, aur tez! Main bas pahunchne wali hoon!
The pace became frantic, a desperate, driving rhythm. Kabir’s groans grew louder, mingling with Ananya's breathless moans from the sofa. Samrat grunted with the effort, his body slick with sweat as he drove them all towards the edge.
Kabir: "Fuck, I'm going to cum!" Fuck, main jhadne wala hoon!
Samrat: "Me too! Ananya!" Main bhi! Ananya!
Ananya: "Now! Come now! Together!" Abhi! Jhado abhi! Ek saath!
A wave of release crashed through the room. Kabir cried out as Samrat emptied himself inside him, their bodies shuddering together on the floor. On the sofa, Ananya’s body arched, a sharp, piercing cry escaping her lips as she found her own powerful orgasm, triggered by the raw, beautiful sight before her. A final, satisfied sigh escaped her lips.
Ananya: "Perfect. Absolutely perfect." Ekdum sahi. Bilkul perfect.
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