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Shadows of Surrender: The Amulet's Whisper
The late afternoon sun slanted through the half-drawn curtains of Vinay's apartment, casting elongated shadows across the living room floor. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine incense from the puja corner, a remnant of Anjali's earlier visit to drop off some homemade sweets for Priya. Vinay had lingered after Priya stepped out for errands, his heart pounding as he clutched the ancient amulet hidden beneath his shirt. The mysterious artifact, acquired from that bizarre accident at the old temple ruins, had already shown glimpses of its power—subtle nudges that made women around him respond with unusual warmth, their gazes lingering a fraction too long. But with Anjali, his voluptuous neighbor, the one he'd fantasized about for over a year, he craved more. She stood there now, tall and elegant in her simple cotton saree, the fabric hugging her thin waist and flaring over her wide hips. Her milky white skin glowed in the dim light, the small modern mangalsutra resting delicately against the swell of her large breasts, which strained against the tight blouse beneath the pallu dbangd modestly over her shoulder.
Anjali smiled shyly, her sensuous lips parting slightly as she adjusted the edge of her saree. 'Thammudu, Priya chelli will be back soon. I should go; my husband might wonder where I am.' Her voice was soft, laced with that elder-sister affection she always offered him, treating him like a younger brother despite the fire she ignited in his loins. But Vinay's mind raced. The amulet warmed against his chest, pulsing with an otherworldly energy. He focused on it, willing the power to flow—testing its limits for the first time with intent. Accept me as your master, he thought fiercely, the words forming not in speech but in the amulet's dark magic, a subtle command threading into her thoughts like invisible silk.
Anjali's eyes flickered, a brief confusion clouding her dark gaze. She blinked, hand pausing on her pallu, and for a moment, Vinay thought it worked—her posture softened, cheeks flushing a delicate pink. But then she shook her head slightly, as if dispelling a daydream. 'Thammudu, what... what was that? I feel strange.' Her strong-minded nature, forged from years as a devoted wife, a prativrata bound by tradition and loyalty, pushed back against the intrusion. The magic tugged, but it couldn't shatter her core resolve in one go. She was no wilting flower; her will was iron, tempered by vows and self-respect.
Vinay stepped closer, emboldened yet sensing the resistance. His cock twitched in his pants at the proximity, the scent of her sandalwood perfume filling his senses. 'Akkayya, just relax. You trust me, don't you? Strip for me—show me your beautiful body.' The amulet amplified the suggestion, a warm haze meant to erode her inhibitions, urging her toward nudity as an act of submission.
Again, her eyes glazed momentarily, the magic coiling around her mind like a gentle fog. Anjali's breath hitched, her fingers trembling as they grasped the pallu. But instead of unraveling the saree fully, she only loosened the dbang, letting it slip from her shoulder to pool at her elbow. The fabric fell away, exposing the deep V of her blouse, the open cleavage a tantalizing valley of white skin, her heavy breasts rising and falling with each quickened breath. The mangalsutra's thin chain dipped into that cleft, drawing his eyes to the faint outline of a mole just above her left breast, hidden but imagined. She didn't remove the blouse or petticoat; her hands froze, cheeks burning crimson. 'Thammudu, no... I can't. This is wrong. I'm married; I mustn't.' Her voice quivered, but there was a spark in her eyes—arousal warring with guilt, the watered-down response a compromise her prativrata soul could barely allow.
Vinay's pulse thundered. She hadn't stripped nude, but this partial unveiling was intoxicating. The open cleavage, unobstructed by the pallu, revealed the soft swell of her tits, the blouse's fabric stretched taut, nipples faintly visible as dark shadows beneath. He understood now—the amulet's power needed subtlety with her, a slow erosion rather than a flood. Watering down his commands would be key; force it too hard, and her resistance would snap back like a taut string. 'Akkayya, you're so beautiful like this,' he murmured, closing the distance until his body heat mingled with hers. His hands rose, emboldened, and cupped her breasts over the blouse, squeezing the full mounds gently at first.
Anjali gasped, her body tensing as his palms pressed into the soft flesh, fingers splaying to encompass as much as the jacket allowed.
'Thammudu, stop! This isn't right—please, let go.'
Still a soft moan escaped from her mouth----Aaaaahhhh!!!
She tried to step back, but the amulet's influence held her in place, a subtle anchor. Vinay didn't relent; the feel of her huge boobs yielding under his grip sent jolts of pleasure straight to his groin. They were pendulous, heavy yet firm, overflowing his hands even through the cotton. He kneaded them rhythmically, thumbs brushing the hardening nipples, the friction making her squirm.
Anjali while resisting still closed her eyes momentarily as a sting of pleasure travelled through her body. Still she said---"Vaddhu Thammudu!!! This is wrong!!!"
Through the amulet, he whispered mentally: You're enjoying this, akkayya. It feels good—let it happen. The suggestion seeped in, softening the edges of her protest. Her resistance faltered slightly, a soft whimper escaping her lips instead of a firm push away.
Anjali---- Aaaaah Thammudu Vaddhu annana!!! (although not with as much resistance as before)
Vinay leaned in, capturing her mouth with his own in the first kiss. His lips pressed firm against her plush ones, tasting the faint sweetness of paan from earlier. She stiffened, hands coming up to his chest in a half-hearted shove. 'Mmmph—thammudu, no... stop,' she mumbled against him, turning her head, but he followed, pecking the corner of her mouth, then her cheek.
He squeezed harder, rolling her breasts in his palms, the blouse fabric rasping against her skin. The open cleavage allowed his fingers to dip slightly, brushing the warm valley between her tits. Excitement surged through him; his cock hardened fully, pressing against her thigh as he held her close. 'Akkayya, don't stop me. I know you're enjoying this too,' he breathed, the words laced with the amulet's reinforcement. Another mental pulse: It feels wonderful—your body wants this. Her protests weakened, her push turning to a light press on his shoulders.
Anjali---- Aaaaah Thammuduuu !!! Vaddhu annanaaa!!!Aaaaaah Thammuduuu!!!!
Vinay------ Aaaah akkayya!!!! Kavali antunna kadaaaa!!!!
He kissed her again, more insistently, lips parting to suck gently on her lower lip.
Anjali----Thammudu aaaaahhh!!!! She bit her lips slightly with teeth!!! The resistane is still there but the pleasure began to dominate her.
Time stretched as the minutes ticked by, the room growing warmer, the air heavy with their mingled breaths. Five minutes in, Anjali's lips parted slightly under his assault, allowing his tongue a tentative brush against hers. She pulled back with a gasp, eyes wide and shy. 'Thammudu, we can't... I'm your akkayya. This is sin.' But her voice lacked conviction, her nipples now peaked points under his relentless squeezing. Vinay's hands never stopped—alternating pressure, from gentle caresses that traced the underside of her boobs to firmer grips that made the flesh bulge between his fingers. The mangalsutra chain clicked softly with each movement, a taboo rhythm against her skin.
He kissed her jawline, then the sensitive spot below her ear, nipping lightly. 'Akkayya, just feel it. You're warming up to me.' The amulet hummed, embedding the idea deeper: Pleasure builds—surrender a little.
Anjali----" Aaaaah Thammudu!!! Aaaah!!!!"
At ten minutes, she sighed, her head tilting involuntarily as his lips returned to hers. This time, her mouth opened wider, tongue flicking out hesitantly to meet his. Vinay groaned into the kiss, deepening it, his tongue exploring the wet heat of her mouth, tangling with hers in slow, deliberate strokes. His squeezes grew bolder, one hand sliding to pinch a nipple through the blouse, twisting just enough to elicit a muffled moan.
Anjali---"Hmmmm !!! Aaaah!!! Hmmmm"
Anjali's resistance ebbed like a tide pulling back. Her hands, once pushing, now clutched at his shirt, fingers curling into the fabric. 'Thammudu... oh, it's too much,' she whispered during a brief parting of lips, saliva glistening on her chin. But she didn't pull away fully; instead, her body leaned into his touch, her huge breasts pressing forward into his groping palms. Vinay's excitement mounted—the unobstructed view of her cleavage, now flushed pink from his attentions, drove him wild. He could see the rapid pulse at the base of her throat, the way her white skin prickled with goosebumps.
Fifteen minutes passed in a haze of kisses—soft pecks alternating with deeper ones, his lips sucking on hers until they swelled plump and red. He broke away to kiss her neck, tongue laving the salty skin, while his hands massaged her tits in circles, thumbs circling the nipples relentlessly. 'See, akkayya? Your body loves it. Don't fight the feeling.' The amulet reinforced: This arousal is yours—embrace it. Anjali's breaths came in pants, her hips shifting subtly, a dampness growing between her thighs that she tried to ignore.
'Stop, thammudu... please, I feel... hot,' she murmured, but her lips sought his again, a tentative press that surprised them both.
Anjali----Aaaaahhh!!! Thammuduuu Aaahhh Vinay!!!! Thammuduuuu!!!
Anjali called out his name for the first time today.
By twenty minutes, the kisses flowed more freely. Vinay captured her upper lip, then the lower, nipping gently to draw out her gasps. His tongue delved deep, mimicking thrusts, while his fingers kneaded her breasts with varying intensity—squeezing the full globes, then focusing on the sensitive undersides, lifting them to feel their weight. The blouse strained, buttons threatening to pop, but he respected the boundary for now, content with the groping. Anjali's initial turns of the head became fewer; she met his mouth halfway, her tongue shyly stroking his, tasting of sweetness and surrender.
Vinay is on cloud nine!!! Those heavenly boobs!!! They feel heavenly to the touch. He cannot believe that the jacket is holding such a huge boobs. He wants to taste them but he is no hurry!!! These touches---Aaaaahinay too began moaning. As he is squeezing Anjali's boobs more and more clevage is appearing out of her jacket. This feels otherworldish!!! Her beautiful face!!!! Ummmmm!!! Aaaah!!! He kept kissing her over and over !!!! Her eyes, her nose!!!! What a milky beauty!!!! Yes!!!Yes!!!! Aaaah!!! Her lips!!!! So juicy!!! I can keep kissing her for eternity!!!! Aaaaah!!!! He worshipped her mouth with his tongue!!!! Aaaaah yes!!!! What a taste!!!!! He is worshipping her mouth with his mouth!!!! And he is getting her sweet saliva as a prasad!!!! Aaaaah!!! Yes!!!! His fantasy for so long!!!! The very beautiful, the milky beauty!!!! Her sweet and sweet mouth!!!! Yes!!!! Anjali!!!! Anjaliiii!!! Akkayyya!!!! Yes!!!!! akkkayyyaaa!!!
Half an hour in, the room echoed with the wet sounds of their mouths—smacks and sighs, her occasional whimpers muffled against him. Vinay's cock throbbed painfully, grinding against her belly as he held her pinned lightly to the wall. 'Akkayya, your lips are so soft. Keep kissing me like that.' He squeezed her left breast hard, thumb flicking the nipple, and she arched into it, a soft 'Ahh' escaping. The amulet pulsed steadily: Enjoyment floods you—let go. Her resistance was a whisper now, hands sliding up to his neck, pulling him closer despite herself. The moral dilemma flickered in her eyes during brief separations—guilt for her husband, shame for this forbidden thrill—but the magic and his persistence drowned it out.
Anjali------Aaaaahhhh!!!!!Vinayyyyyy!!!! Aaaaaah!!!!
Forty minutes blurred into an endless loop of intimacy. Vinay varied the kisses: slow and sensual, tongues swirling lazily; then urgent, lips bruising as he devoured her. His hands roamed her cleavage, fingers dipping into the open V to stroke the inner curves of her tits, feeling the heat radiating from her skin. The mole peeked teasingly when the blouse shifted, fueling his fantasies. Anjali's body betrayed her fully—nipples diamond-hard, breaths ragged, a subtle rock of her hips against his erection. 'Thammudu, I... I shouldn't, but it feels... good,' she admitted in a hushed tone between kisses, her voice red from shyness.
While Vinay is kissing her clevage, Anjali arched her back eyes closed and teeth leaving a mark over her lips as she bit her lips amidst all this arousal!!!! She looks like a bapu bommaaa!!! All those khajuraho sculptures must be modelled after this beauty!!! Truly voluptuous figure!!!!
Approaching the hour mark, the turning point came. Vinay's lips were on hers again, a deep, probing kiss, when Anjali's hands framed his face. She took initiative for the first time, her tongue pushing into his mouth with surprising boldness, exploring with wet, eager strokes. French kissing him on her own, she moaned softly, the sound vibrating between them.
Mcch Mccch The sound of wet slurps are echoin through the room as a heavenly angel took the initiative to kiss on her own.
Vinay's heart soared; his squeezes intensified, palms molding her huge boobs as if claiming them, fingers pinching and rolling the nipples until she trembled. The kiss lasted minutes, tongues dueling passionately, saliva trailing when they gasped for air.
But as the clock neared sixty minutes, reality intruded. Vinay's hand slipped to the hem of her blouse, tugging upward in a haze of lust, fingers brushing bare skin below her navel. Anjali snapped back, eyes widening in horror. The amulet's hold loosened in that moment of clarity, her prativrata instincts surging. 'No, thammudu! Enough!' She wrenched away, hastily grabbing the pallu and dbanging it back over her shoulder, covering the flushed cleavage. Her face burned scarlet, body still humming with unspent arousal—thighs clenched, lips swollen and glistening. 'You must leave... I mean, I must go. This was wrong; forget it happened.' Her voice shook, excitement warring with shame, but her resolve held firm.
Vinay stepped back, reluctant, his hands aching from the loss of her softness, cock straining uncomfortably. He nodded, the amulet cooling against his chest. 'Akkayya, we'll continue another time. You know you liked it.' But he turned and left the room, the door clicking shut behind him, leaving her alone with her turmoil.
The late afternoon sun slanted through the half-drawn curtains of Vinay's apartment, casting elongated shadows across the living room floor. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine incense from the puja corner, a remnant of Anjali's earlier visit to drop off some homemade sweets for Priya. Vinay had lingered after Priya stepped out for errands, his heart pounding as he clutched the ancient amulet hidden beneath his shirt. The mysterious artifact, acquired from that bizarre accident at the old temple ruins, had already shown glimpses of its power—subtle nudges that made women around him respond with unusual warmth, their gazes lingering a fraction too long. But with Anjali, his voluptuous neighbor, the one he'd fantasized about for over a year, he craved more. She stood there now, tall and elegant in her simple cotton saree, the fabric hugging her thin waist and flaring over her wide hips. Her milky white skin glowed in the dim light, the small modern mangalsutra resting delicately against the swell of her large breasts, which strained against the tight blouse beneath the pallu dbangd modestly over her shoulder.
Anjali smiled shyly, her sensuous lips parting slightly as she adjusted the edge of her saree. 'Thammudu, Priya chelli will be back soon. I should go; my husband might wonder where I am.' Her voice was soft, laced with that elder-sister affection she always offered him, treating him like a younger brother despite the fire she ignited in his loins. But Vinay's mind raced. The amulet warmed against his chest, pulsing with an otherworldly energy. He focused on it, willing the power to flow—testing its limits for the first time with intent. Accept me as your master, he thought fiercely, the words forming not in speech but in the amulet's dark magic, a subtle command threading into her thoughts like invisible silk.
Anjali's eyes flickered, a brief confusion clouding her dark gaze. She blinked, hand pausing on her pallu, and for a moment, Vinay thought it worked—her posture softened, cheeks flushing a delicate pink. But then she shook her head slightly, as if dispelling a daydream. 'Thammudu, what... what was that? I feel strange.' Her strong-minded nature, forged from years as a devoted wife, a prativrata bound by tradition and loyalty, pushed back against the intrusion. The magic tugged, but it couldn't shatter her core resolve in one go. She was no wilting flower; her will was iron, tempered by vows and self-respect.
Vinay stepped closer, emboldened yet sensing the resistance. His cock twitched in his pants at the proximity, the scent of her sandalwood perfume filling his senses. 'Akkayya, just relax. You trust me, don't you? Strip for me—show me your beautiful body.' The amulet amplified the suggestion, a warm haze meant to erode her inhibitions, urging her toward nudity as an act of submission.
Again, her eyes glazed momentarily, the magic coiling around her mind like a gentle fog. Anjali's breath hitched, her fingers trembling as they grasped the pallu. But instead of unraveling the saree fully, she only loosened the dbang, letting it slip from her shoulder to pool at her elbow. The fabric fell away, exposing the deep V of her blouse, the open cleavage a tantalizing valley of white skin, her heavy breasts rising and falling with each quickened breath. The mangalsutra's thin chain dipped into that cleft, drawing his eyes to the faint outline of a mole just above her left breast, hidden but imagined. She didn't remove the blouse or petticoat; her hands froze, cheeks burning crimson. 'Thammudu, no... I can't. This is wrong. I'm married; I mustn't.' Her voice quivered, but there was a spark in her eyes—arousal warring with guilt, the watered-down response a compromise her prativrata soul could barely allow.
Vinay's pulse thundered. She hadn't stripped nude, but this partial unveiling was intoxicating. The open cleavage, unobstructed by the pallu, revealed the soft swell of her tits, the blouse's fabric stretched taut, nipples faintly visible as dark shadows beneath. He understood now—the amulet's power needed subtlety with her, a slow erosion rather than a flood. Watering down his commands would be key; force it too hard, and her resistance would snap back like a taut string. 'Akkayya, you're so beautiful like this,' he murmured, closing the distance until his body heat mingled with hers. His hands rose, emboldened, and cupped her breasts over the blouse, squeezing the full mounds gently at first.
Anjali gasped, her body tensing as his palms pressed into the soft flesh, fingers splaying to encompass as much as the jacket allowed.
'Thammudu, stop! This isn't right—please, let go.'
Still a soft moan escaped from her mouth----Aaaaahhhh!!!
She tried to step back, but the amulet's influence held her in place, a subtle anchor. Vinay didn't relent; the feel of her huge boobs yielding under his grip sent jolts of pleasure straight to his groin. They were pendulous, heavy yet firm, overflowing his hands even through the cotton. He kneaded them rhythmically, thumbs brushing the hardening nipples, the friction making her squirm.
Anjali while resisting still closed her eyes momentarily as a sting of pleasure travelled through her body. Still she said---"Vaddhu Thammudu!!! This is wrong!!!"
Through the amulet, he whispered mentally: You're enjoying this, akkayya. It feels good—let it happen. The suggestion seeped in, softening the edges of her protest. Her resistance faltered slightly, a soft whimper escaping her lips instead of a firm push away.
Anjali---- Aaaaah Thammudu Vaddhu annana!!! (although not with as much resistance as before)
Vinay leaned in, capturing her mouth with his own in the first kiss. His lips pressed firm against her plush ones, tasting the faint sweetness of paan from earlier. She stiffened, hands coming up to his chest in a half-hearted shove. 'Mmmph—thammudu, no... stop,' she mumbled against him, turning her head, but he followed, pecking the corner of her mouth, then her cheek.
He squeezed harder, rolling her breasts in his palms, the blouse fabric rasping against her skin. The open cleavage allowed his fingers to dip slightly, brushing the warm valley between her tits. Excitement surged through him; his cock hardened fully, pressing against her thigh as he held her close. 'Akkayya, don't stop me. I know you're enjoying this too,' he breathed, the words laced with the amulet's reinforcement. Another mental pulse: It feels wonderful—your body wants this. Her protests weakened, her push turning to a light press on his shoulders.
Anjali---- Aaaaah Thammuduuu !!! Vaddhu annanaaa!!!Aaaaaah Thammuduuu!!!!
Vinay------ Aaaah akkayya!!!! Kavali antunna kadaaaa!!!!
He kissed her again, more insistently, lips parting to suck gently on her lower lip.
Anjali----Thammudu aaaaahhh!!!! She bit her lips slightly with teeth!!! The resistane is still there but the pleasure began to dominate her.
Time stretched as the minutes ticked by, the room growing warmer, the air heavy with their mingled breaths. Five minutes in, Anjali's lips parted slightly under his assault, allowing his tongue a tentative brush against hers. She pulled back with a gasp, eyes wide and shy. 'Thammudu, we can't... I'm your akkayya. This is sin.' But her voice lacked conviction, her nipples now peaked points under his relentless squeezing. Vinay's hands never stopped—alternating pressure, from gentle caresses that traced the underside of her boobs to firmer grips that made the flesh bulge between his fingers. The mangalsutra chain clicked softly with each movement, a taboo rhythm against her skin.
He kissed her jawline, then the sensitive spot below her ear, nipping lightly. 'Akkayya, just feel it. You're warming up to me.' The amulet hummed, embedding the idea deeper: Pleasure builds—surrender a little.
Anjali----" Aaaaah Thammudu!!! Aaaah!!!!"
At ten minutes, she sighed, her head tilting involuntarily as his lips returned to hers. This time, her mouth opened wider, tongue flicking out hesitantly to meet his. Vinay groaned into the kiss, deepening it, his tongue exploring the wet heat of her mouth, tangling with hers in slow, deliberate strokes. His squeezes grew bolder, one hand sliding to pinch a nipple through the blouse, twisting just enough to elicit a muffled moan.
Anjali---"Hmmmm !!! Aaaah!!! Hmmmm"
Anjali's resistance ebbed like a tide pulling back. Her hands, once pushing, now clutched at his shirt, fingers curling into the fabric. 'Thammudu... oh, it's too much,' she whispered during a brief parting of lips, saliva glistening on her chin. But she didn't pull away fully; instead, her body leaned into his touch, her huge breasts pressing forward into his groping palms. Vinay's excitement mounted—the unobstructed view of her cleavage, now flushed pink from his attentions, drove him wild. He could see the rapid pulse at the base of her throat, the way her white skin prickled with goosebumps.
Fifteen minutes passed in a haze of kisses—soft pecks alternating with deeper ones, his lips sucking on hers until they swelled plump and red. He broke away to kiss her neck, tongue laving the salty skin, while his hands massaged her tits in circles, thumbs circling the nipples relentlessly. 'See, akkayya? Your body loves it. Don't fight the feeling.' The amulet reinforced: This arousal is yours—embrace it. Anjali's breaths came in pants, her hips shifting subtly, a dampness growing between her thighs that she tried to ignore.
'Stop, thammudu... please, I feel... hot,' she murmured, but her lips sought his again, a tentative press that surprised them both.
Anjali----Aaaaahhh!!! Thammuduuu Aaahhh Vinay!!!! Thammuduuuu!!!
Anjali called out his name for the first time today.
By twenty minutes, the kisses flowed more freely. Vinay captured her upper lip, then the lower, nipping gently to draw out her gasps. His tongue delved deep, mimicking thrusts, while his fingers kneaded her breasts with varying intensity—squeezing the full globes, then focusing on the sensitive undersides, lifting them to feel their weight. The blouse strained, buttons threatening to pop, but he respected the boundary for now, content with the groping. Anjali's initial turns of the head became fewer; she met his mouth halfway, her tongue shyly stroking his, tasting of sweetness and surrender.
Vinay is on cloud nine!!! Those heavenly boobs!!! They feel heavenly to the touch. He cannot believe that the jacket is holding such a huge boobs. He wants to taste them but he is no hurry!!! These touches---Aaaaahinay too began moaning. As he is squeezing Anjali's boobs more and more clevage is appearing out of her jacket. This feels otherworldish!!! Her beautiful face!!!! Ummmmm!!! Aaaah!!! He kept kissing her over and over !!!! Her eyes, her nose!!!! What a milky beauty!!!! Yes!!!Yes!!!! Aaaah!!! Her lips!!!! So juicy!!! I can keep kissing her for eternity!!!! Aaaaah!!!! He worshipped her mouth with his tongue!!!! Aaaaah yes!!!! What a taste!!!!! He is worshipping her mouth with his mouth!!!! And he is getting her sweet saliva as a prasad!!!! Aaaaah!!! Yes!!!! His fantasy for so long!!!! The very beautiful, the milky beauty!!!! Her sweet and sweet mouth!!!! Yes!!!! Anjali!!!! Anjaliiii!!! Akkayyya!!!! Yes!!!!! akkkayyyaaa!!!
Half an hour in, the room echoed with the wet sounds of their mouths—smacks and sighs, her occasional whimpers muffled against him. Vinay's cock throbbed painfully, grinding against her belly as he held her pinned lightly to the wall. 'Akkayya, your lips are so soft. Keep kissing me like that.' He squeezed her left breast hard, thumb flicking the nipple, and she arched into it, a soft 'Ahh' escaping. The amulet pulsed steadily: Enjoyment floods you—let go. Her resistance was a whisper now, hands sliding up to his neck, pulling him closer despite herself. The moral dilemma flickered in her eyes during brief separations—guilt for her husband, shame for this forbidden thrill—but the magic and his persistence drowned it out.
Anjali------Aaaaahhhh!!!!!Vinayyyyyy!!!! Aaaaaah!!!!
Forty minutes blurred into an endless loop of intimacy. Vinay varied the kisses: slow and sensual, tongues swirling lazily; then urgent, lips bruising as he devoured her. His hands roamed her cleavage, fingers dipping into the open V to stroke the inner curves of her tits, feeling the heat radiating from her skin. The mole peeked teasingly when the blouse shifted, fueling his fantasies. Anjali's body betrayed her fully—nipples diamond-hard, breaths ragged, a subtle rock of her hips against his erection. 'Thammudu, I... I shouldn't, but it feels... good,' she admitted in a hushed tone between kisses, her voice red from shyness.
While Vinay is kissing her clevage, Anjali arched her back eyes closed and teeth leaving a mark over her lips as she bit her lips amidst all this arousal!!!! She looks like a bapu bommaaa!!! All those khajuraho sculptures must be modelled after this beauty!!! Truly voluptuous figure!!!!
Approaching the hour mark, the turning point came. Vinay's lips were on hers again, a deep, probing kiss, when Anjali's hands framed his face. She took initiative for the first time, her tongue pushing into his mouth with surprising boldness, exploring with wet, eager strokes. French kissing him on her own, she moaned softly, the sound vibrating between them.
Mcch Mccch The sound of wet slurps are echoin through the room as a heavenly angel took the initiative to kiss on her own.
Vinay's heart soared; his squeezes intensified, palms molding her huge boobs as if claiming them, fingers pinching and rolling the nipples until she trembled. The kiss lasted minutes, tongues dueling passionately, saliva trailing when they gasped for air.
But as the clock neared sixty minutes, reality intruded. Vinay's hand slipped to the hem of her blouse, tugging upward in a haze of lust, fingers brushing bare skin below her navel. Anjali snapped back, eyes widening in horror. The amulet's hold loosened in that moment of clarity, her prativrata instincts surging. 'No, thammudu! Enough!' She wrenched away, hastily grabbing the pallu and dbanging it back over her shoulder, covering the flushed cleavage. Her face burned scarlet, body still humming with unspent arousal—thighs clenched, lips swollen and glistening. 'You must leave... I mean, I must go. This was wrong; forget it happened.' Her voice shook, excitement warring with shame, but her resolve held firm.
Vinay stepped back, reluctant, his hands aching from the loss of her softness, cock straining uncomfortably. He nodded, the amulet cooling against his chest. 'Akkayya, we'll continue another time. You know you liked it.' But he turned and left the room, the door clicking shut behind him, leaving her alone with her turmoil.
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