29-10-2025, 05:47 PM
Shadows of Surrender: Echoes of Ecstasy
The days blurred into a haze of stolen glances and simmering tension, the amulet's subtle commands weaving deeper into Anjali's thoughts like threads of silk binding her will. Vinay felt the power grow, each whisper strengthening the pull—Yearn for my touch lower, akkayya. Let your pussy ache for my fingers and tongue. She fought it in flickers, her strong mind flashing defiance in averted eyes or clipped words during hallway encounters, but her body betrayed her: nipples hardening under blouses at his mere proximity, thighs pressing together when he brushed past. Nights found her alone, husband buried in work travels, her fingers slipping guiltily between her legs, circling the smooth, pink folds as visions of Vinay's mouth on her breasts replayed, her moans echoing softly in the empty flat.
Two evenings later, the courtyard empty under the fading sun, Anjali invited him over with a pretext—borrowing spices for dinner, her voice breathy over the threshold. Vinay stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind him, the air thick with jasmine incense and unspoken hunger. She wore a simple cotton saree in soft blue, the fabric clinging to her curves from the day's humidity, blouse damp at the armpits and low enough to tease the upper swells of her breasts. Her eyes met his, dark and stormy, lips parting as if to protest, but he closed the distance, hands framing her face to pull her into a kiss that started gentle—lips brushing soft, then pressing firm, tongues meeting in a slow dance that deepened quickly.
Anjali melted against him, her back hitting the kitchen counter, hands clutching his shirt as she sucked his tongue into her mouth, swirling around it with wet urgency. 'Thammudu... we shouldn't,' she murmured between breaths, but her body arched, hips grinding forward instinctively. Vinay's hands roamed, sliding the pallu off her shoulder to expose the blouse, fingers deftly unhooking it to free her bra-clad tits. He shoved the cups up, those massive, milky orbs tumbling out, heavy and swaying, pinkish nipples already stiff peaks begging for attention. Vinays mouth watered looking at the milky white rasagullas only difference being these were the size of watermelons.
Vinay--- I don't think that i will ever get bored of sucking these. I want my kids also to suck these melons. Akkayya, don't you think so??
Anjali--- Thammudu, I am married. Do not speak like that.
Vinay cannot tolerate it anymore. His mouth descended, latching onto the right one, sucking hard while his tongue battered the bud, teeth grazing the areola to elicit sharp gasps.
Anjali----- Ahhhhhhh Thammudu, you are killing me. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh Hmmmmmmmm Thammmmmuuuuduuuuuuu
She moaned, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as he switched to the left breast, licking broad paths across the underside before engulfing the nipple in a deep pull, saliva coating the white flesh until it gleamed. Her legs parted slightly, saree hiking up her thighs, and Vinay sensed the shift—the amulet's influence blooming as her resistance ebbed. He trailed kisses downward, over her navel, kneeling before her as his hands gathered the saree and petticoat, bunching them at her waist. Anjali's breath hitched, hands hovering as if to stop him, cheeks flushing deep red. 'No, thammudu... that's too much. I can't...'
But her protest faltered, thighs trembling as he hooked fingers into her panties, sliding them down her smooth legs. They pooled at her ankles, and she stepped out shakily, revealing her pussy: clean-shaven mound, the skin pale and flawless leading to plump outer lips that parted slightly to show the pinkish inner folds, already glistening with arousal. The slit was neat, clit peeking as a swollen pearl at the top, the whole area flushed and inviting, a faint musky scent rising that made Vinay's cock strain against his pants. He looked up, eyes devouring, and whispered the command: Spread for me, akkayya. Let me taste your wetness.
Anjali's hands gripped the counter behind her, knees buckling as she widened her stance, the saree fabric rustling. Vinay leaned in, nose brushing the smooth skin first, inhaling deeply before his tongue extended—a flat, slow lick from her entrance up to the clit, savoring the tangy sweetness coating his taste buds. She jolted, a whimper escaping, 'Oh god... thammudu, your tongue...' He licked again, firmer, parting the folds to lap at the inner walls, tongue dipping shallowly into her hole to scoop the juices flowing freely now. Her pussy clenched at the intrusion, pink flesh quivering, and he circled the clit with the tip, flicking it lightly to build the sparks.
Her moans grew louder, hips bucking forward to chase his mouth, one hand dropping to hold his head steady. Vinay obliged, sucking the clit between his lips, tongue lashing it rapidly while his hands gripped her thick thighs, thumbs pressing into the soft inner flesh. He alternated: long strokes along the slit, probing deeper with his tongue to fuck her opening, then sucking the sensitive nub until her legs shook. Saliva mixed with her arousal, dripping down her thighs, the clean-shaven skin making every glide visible—the pink lips swelling further, clit throbbing under his assault. Anjali's breaths came in pants, her huge breasts heaving above, nipples diamond-hard from the overload.
Not content with just his mouth, Vinay slid a hand up, fingers tracing the slick folds before one thick digit pressed at her entrance. He pushed in slowly, feeling the tight heat envelop him, walls fluttering around the intrusion. 'So wet for me, akkayya,' he growled against her clit, the vibration drawing a cry from her. He curled the finger inside, stroking the spongy front wall, pumping in and out with steady rhythm while his tongue resumed lapping the clit. Anjali's head fell back, mangalsutra beads clinking against her chest, her free hand squeezing one breast, pinching the nipple as pleasure coiled tight.
He added a second finger, stretching her gently, the pink pussy lips gripping his knuckles as he thrust deeper, scissoring them to rub her inner spots. Her juices squelched audibly, coating his hand, and he licked faster, tongue delving between his fingers to taste her directly from the source. 'Thammudu... yes, finger me harder,' she gasped, shame forgotten in the haze, hips rolling to meet his thrusts. Vinay complied, fingers plunging faster, hooking to hit her g-spot repeatedly while his mouth sealed over the clit, sucking with pulsing pressure. Her body tensed, thighs clamping his head, and she shattered—pussy spasming around his fingers, a gush of warmth flooding his palm as she cried out, waves crashing through her.
He didn't stop immediately, easing her through it with slower licks and gentle pumps, drawing out every aftershock until she sagged against the counter, trembling. Pulling his fingers free with a wet pop, he stood, licking them clean while watching her dazed eyes, the pink pussy still twitching, slick and exposed. Anjali panted, pallu forgotten on the floor, but as clarity returned, she tugged her saree down hastily, blushing furiously. 'Go now, thammudu... before I lose myself completely.' Vinay smiled, the amulet humming with satisfaction, leaving her flushed and yearning, the taste of her pussy lingering on his lips like a vow of deeper conquests. The taste of the heavenly nectar still lingering in his mouth, he left the room.
The days blurred into a haze of stolen glances and simmering tension, the amulet's subtle commands weaving deeper into Anjali's thoughts like threads of silk binding her will. Vinay felt the power grow, each whisper strengthening the pull—Yearn for my touch lower, akkayya. Let your pussy ache for my fingers and tongue. She fought it in flickers, her strong mind flashing defiance in averted eyes or clipped words during hallway encounters, but her body betrayed her: nipples hardening under blouses at his mere proximity, thighs pressing together when he brushed past. Nights found her alone, husband buried in work travels, her fingers slipping guiltily between her legs, circling the smooth, pink folds as visions of Vinay's mouth on her breasts replayed, her moans echoing softly in the empty flat.
Two evenings later, the courtyard empty under the fading sun, Anjali invited him over with a pretext—borrowing spices for dinner, her voice breathy over the threshold. Vinay stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind him, the air thick with jasmine incense and unspoken hunger. She wore a simple cotton saree in soft blue, the fabric clinging to her curves from the day's humidity, blouse damp at the armpits and low enough to tease the upper swells of her breasts. Her eyes met his, dark and stormy, lips parting as if to protest, but he closed the distance, hands framing her face to pull her into a kiss that started gentle—lips brushing soft, then pressing firm, tongues meeting in a slow dance that deepened quickly.
Anjali melted against him, her back hitting the kitchen counter, hands clutching his shirt as she sucked his tongue into her mouth, swirling around it with wet urgency. 'Thammudu... we shouldn't,' she murmured between breaths, but her body arched, hips grinding forward instinctively. Vinay's hands roamed, sliding the pallu off her shoulder to expose the blouse, fingers deftly unhooking it to free her bra-clad tits. He shoved the cups up, those massive, milky orbs tumbling out, heavy and swaying, pinkish nipples already stiff peaks begging for attention. Vinays mouth watered looking at the milky white rasagullas only difference being these were the size of watermelons.
Vinay--- I don't think that i will ever get bored of sucking these. I want my kids also to suck these melons. Akkayya, don't you think so??
Anjali--- Thammudu, I am married. Do not speak like that.
Vinay cannot tolerate it anymore. His mouth descended, latching onto the right one, sucking hard while his tongue battered the bud, teeth grazing the areola to elicit sharp gasps.
Anjali----- Ahhhhhhh Thammudu, you are killing me. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh Hmmmmmmmm Thammmmmuuuuduuuuuuu
She moaned, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as he switched to the left breast, licking broad paths across the underside before engulfing the nipple in a deep pull, saliva coating the white flesh until it gleamed. Her legs parted slightly, saree hiking up her thighs, and Vinay sensed the shift—the amulet's influence blooming as her resistance ebbed. He trailed kisses downward, over her navel, kneeling before her as his hands gathered the saree and petticoat, bunching them at her waist. Anjali's breath hitched, hands hovering as if to stop him, cheeks flushing deep red. 'No, thammudu... that's too much. I can't...'
But her protest faltered, thighs trembling as he hooked fingers into her panties, sliding them down her smooth legs. They pooled at her ankles, and she stepped out shakily, revealing her pussy: clean-shaven mound, the skin pale and flawless leading to plump outer lips that parted slightly to show the pinkish inner folds, already glistening with arousal. The slit was neat, clit peeking as a swollen pearl at the top, the whole area flushed and inviting, a faint musky scent rising that made Vinay's cock strain against his pants. He looked up, eyes devouring, and whispered the command: Spread for me, akkayya. Let me taste your wetness.
Anjali's hands gripped the counter behind her, knees buckling as she widened her stance, the saree fabric rustling. Vinay leaned in, nose brushing the smooth skin first, inhaling deeply before his tongue extended—a flat, slow lick from her entrance up to the clit, savoring the tangy sweetness coating his taste buds. She jolted, a whimper escaping, 'Oh god... thammudu, your tongue...' He licked again, firmer, parting the folds to lap at the inner walls, tongue dipping shallowly into her hole to scoop the juices flowing freely now. Her pussy clenched at the intrusion, pink flesh quivering, and he circled the clit with the tip, flicking it lightly to build the sparks.
Her moans grew louder, hips bucking forward to chase his mouth, one hand dropping to hold his head steady. Vinay obliged, sucking the clit between his lips, tongue lashing it rapidly while his hands gripped her thick thighs, thumbs pressing into the soft inner flesh. He alternated: long strokes along the slit, probing deeper with his tongue to fuck her opening, then sucking the sensitive nub until her legs shook. Saliva mixed with her arousal, dripping down her thighs, the clean-shaven skin making every glide visible—the pink lips swelling further, clit throbbing under his assault. Anjali's breaths came in pants, her huge breasts heaving above, nipples diamond-hard from the overload.
Not content with just his mouth, Vinay slid a hand up, fingers tracing the slick folds before one thick digit pressed at her entrance. He pushed in slowly, feeling the tight heat envelop him, walls fluttering around the intrusion. 'So wet for me, akkayya,' he growled against her clit, the vibration drawing a cry from her. He curled the finger inside, stroking the spongy front wall, pumping in and out with steady rhythm while his tongue resumed lapping the clit. Anjali's head fell back, mangalsutra beads clinking against her chest, her free hand squeezing one breast, pinching the nipple as pleasure coiled tight.
He added a second finger, stretching her gently, the pink pussy lips gripping his knuckles as he thrust deeper, scissoring them to rub her inner spots. Her juices squelched audibly, coating his hand, and he licked faster, tongue delving between his fingers to taste her directly from the source. 'Thammudu... yes, finger me harder,' she gasped, shame forgotten in the haze, hips rolling to meet his thrusts. Vinay complied, fingers plunging faster, hooking to hit her g-spot repeatedly while his mouth sealed over the clit, sucking with pulsing pressure. Her body tensed, thighs clamping his head, and she shattered—pussy spasming around his fingers, a gush of warmth flooding his palm as she cried out, waves crashing through her.
He didn't stop immediately, easing her through it with slower licks and gentle pumps, drawing out every aftershock until she sagged against the counter, trembling. Pulling his fingers free with a wet pop, he stood, licking them clean while watching her dazed eyes, the pink pussy still twitching, slick and exposed. Anjali panted, pallu forgotten on the floor, but as clarity returned, she tugged her saree down hastily, blushing furiously. 'Go now, thammudu... before I lose myself completely.' Vinay smiled, the amulet humming with satisfaction, leaving her flushed and yearning, the taste of her pussy lingering on his lips like a vow of deeper conquests. The taste of the heavenly nectar still lingering in his mouth, he left the room.
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