Adultery Life of Avi Singh

[lee.jae.han]

## Update 74: The Two-Month Truce (Avi and Pooja Bua)

We lay tangled together, the air thick with sweat and the heavy scent of our climax. Pooja bua finally broke the silence, her voice a rough whisper. "You almost killed me today."

I rolled off Pooja bua, catching my breath, a fierce satisfaction settling in my chest. "I can do anything to quench your fire."

Pooja bua stretched languidly on the sheets, her muscles relaxed. "After today's sex, I can stay without sex for a year."

I shook my head, already sitting up. "Not a year. You have to wait for only two months," I explained, pulling a foot onto the floor.

Pooja bua's eyes narrowed slightly. "I don't understand."

"You have to wait until my exams are over," I explained, looking down at her.

A flash of genuine disappointment crossed Pooja bua's face. "I was just joking about the year. You're actually telling me to stay away from you."

I reached out and brushed the damp hair from Pooja bua's forehead. "What can I do, bua? It's a compulsion. If I didn't have exams, I would have sex with you every day, I promise."

Pooja bua frowned, chewing on her lip. "But..."

"I can't stay away from you either," I admitted, my gaze serious. "If I don't get good marks in my exams, then this weekly sex will also stop completely. It's the only way to ensure we continue later."

Pooja bua nodded slowly, the sad expression softening her features. "Okay," she conceded, her shoulders dropping slightly, "but after your exams, you have to come straight to my house. You can't see anyone else first."

I gave Pooja bua a dramatic bow from the edge of the bed. "As you command, my lady."

Pooja bua threw her head back and started to laugh, the tension momentarily broken. I got up and started to collect my clothes.

Pooja bua watched me dress, her eyes lingering. "Let's do it one more time," she suggested, her voice husky.

I pulled my trousers on. "No."

"Why?" Pooja bua insisted, pushing herself up onto her elbows.

I buttoned my shirt, my tone turning teasingly clinical. "The water in your chooť is finished. You released so much water that I don't think there's any left in your chooť."

Pooja bua pouted. "If you put your lunď in, the water will come out on its own."

"I don't think water will come out of your chooť again so soon," I countered, zipping my trousers.

Pooja bua swung her legs over the side of the bed, her voice rising in challenge. "I'm telling you. Just put it in quickly."

I stepped toward the door. "It will hurt you if the water comes out quickly."

Pooja bua planted her hands on the mattress, her body language radiating stubbornness. "Let it hurt. I'll handle it. I don't want to wait."

I paused, realizing Pooja bua was persistent. "If I do it a second time, it will take more time. By then, Raj will come home."

As soon as she heard Raj's name, Pooja bua visibly stiffened, the lingering urgency in her eyes replaced by sudden caution. "Okay," she whispered, her shoulders slumping slightly in defeat.

As soon as she heard Raj's name, Pooja bua visibly stiffened. The lingering urgency in her eyes was replaced by sudden caution. "Okay," she whispered, her shoulders slumping slightly in defeat.

She looked at my still-exposed lunď. "At least let me clean your lunď properly," she suggested, her voice low.

I considered this for a moment. Her request was innocent enough, and I liked the idea of her mouth on me one last time. "Fine," I agreed, and opened my zipper completely, letting my lunď fall out.

Pooja bua immediately lowered her head. She started to clean it with her tongue, slow and thorough. The warmth and wetness quickly stirred my lunď. It grew back to its large size faster than I expected, stretching hard and thick.

She stopped for a moment, looking up at me through hooded eyes. A mischievous, naughty look spread across her face when she saw my fully hard lunď. She didn't wait for permission. She started to suck intently, drawing me deep into her throat with practiced skill.

I couldn't control the sudden surge of desire. I grabbed the back of her head and pushed my lunď deep inside her mouth, a sudden, forceful thrust. I was doing deep-throat force fucking.

After a few frantic seconds, Pooja bua pulled back, tears welling in her eyes from the intense force. She took a deep, shuddering breath.

She reached out and playfully hit my lunď with her hand. "Why this much force?" she asked, her voice a mix of pain and lingering excitement.

Before I could apologize, she swung her leg over my lap, taking control. She sat directly on top of me, guiding my lunď straight into her chooť. She started to ride my body forcefully. She worked my lunď with intense speed. The sudden change and the brutal rhythm made me cum quickly.

She took my entire cum this time, gripping my lunď tightly with her chooť as she rode me to my release. She released her hold, got off me, and stood up.

I finished adjusting my shirt. "I'm leaving now," I stated, the air in the room charged with our hurried passion.

Pooja bua looked sad, her gaze following me. "At least have some tea before you go."

I shook my head, walking back toward her. "I drink something much better than tea," I teased.

Pooja bua's eyes widened, a question hanging on her lips. "What?"

As soon as Pooja bua said this, I took over her lips one last time, a hard, final kiss that was both a farewell and a promise. After the lingering kiss, I said bye to Pooja bua and left her house. The taste of her lips already made the next two months feel impossible. I needed to rush home now for my last night with Meena Chachi.

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