30-10-2025, 12:38 AM
Dawn of Reluctant Goodbyes: The Final Embrace
The first rays of dawn filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft golden hues. Vinay stirred awake, his body warm and heavy from the night's passions. Anjali lay beside him, her milky white skin glowing in the light, her voluptuous form curled slightly, the black beads of her mangalsutra dbangd over one shoulder. Her large breasts rose and fell with her steady breathing, pink nipples still faintly marked from his earlier attentions. He smiled, desire stirring anew as he watched her sleep, her full lips parted, a strand of dark hair across her cheek.
Vinay shifted closer, his hand sliding over her hip, fingers tracing the curve of her waist. He pressed his lips to her shoulder, kissing the smooth skin softly, then nuzzled into her neck, inhaling her scent— a mix of sweat, sex, and her natural musk. His cock hardened against her thigh, throbbing with morning need. 'Akkayya,' he whispered, his voice husky, lips brushing her ear. 'Wake up, my love. Let's start the day right.'
Anjali's eyes fluttered open, a soft sigh escaping as she felt his touch. For a moment, her body responded instinctively— her nipple pebbling under the sheet, a warmth pooling between her legs. But then guilt crashed over her like a wave, memories of Rajesh, her vows, the life she was betraying flooding back. She tensed, pulling away slightly. 'Thammudu... no. This isn't right. We can't keep doing this.' Her voice was thick with conflict, arousal warring with shame.
Vinay didn't relent, his hand cupping her breast, thumb circling the nipple through the thin fabric. 'Shh, akkayya. Just a little more. You feel it too— your body wants me.' He kissed her neck again, sucking lightly on the pulse point, his other hand sliding down her side.
Anjali's breath hitched, her pussy clenching at the sensation, but she pushed his chest gently, sitting up. The sheet fell away, exposing her naked form— heavy breasts swaying, the tiny mole on her left areola catching the light. 'I said no, Vinay. I'm married. This has to stop.' She swung her legs off the bed, standing on shaky knees, her ass cheeks jiggling slightly as she moved to the chair where her clothes lay scattered.
Vinay watched, mesmerized by her curves, his cock twitching. She picked up her petticoat, stepping into it and tying it low on her hips, the fabric hugging her wide hips and flaring over her thighs. Then her panty— simple white cotton, sliding up her legs to cup her pussy mound. She reached for her bra next, the lacy cups dangling from her fingers.
In a flash, Vinay was off the bed, snatching the bra from her hand and tossing it across the room. 'Not yet, akkayya. Let me worship you first.' He pulled her back against him, her back to his chest, his hard cock pressing into the cleft of her ass through the petticoat. His arms wrapped around her waist, hands rising to cup her breasts, squeezing the soft, heavy flesh firmly.
Anjali gasped, her hands gripping his forearms, but she didn't pull away immediately. 'Thammudu... please. We have to stop.' Yet her body arched into his touch, nipples hardening as he kneaded her tits, thumbs flicking the peaks.
Vinay's mouth found her neck, kissing and licking the sensitive skin, teeth grazing her earlobe. 'Just your upper body, then. Let me taste these perfect breasts.' He turned her to face him, pushing her gently against the edge of the bed. Lowering his head, he captured one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard, tongue swirling around the pink bud. His hand squeezed the other breast, fingers digging into the yielding flesh, rolling the nipple between thumb and forefinger.
'Mmm... thammudu,' Anjali moaned despite herself, her head falling back, hands threading into his hair. Pleasure shot through her, her pussy wetting the panty, but guilt gnawed at her core. She felt his hand slide down her belly, fingers dipping toward her petticoat strings, and she slapped it away. 'No— only upper, like you said.'
Vinay chuckled against her skin, switching to the other nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth, teeth nibbling gently. He lavished attention on her breasts, alternating between sucking, licking, and squeezing, his palms molding the heavy globes, pushing them together to bury his face between them. His tongue traced the valley, lapping at the sweat there, then kissed up to her collarbone, nipping the skin.
Anjali's breaths came in pants, her body on fire from the upper body assault, but she kept her legs clamped together, resisting the urge to spread them. When his hand ventured lower again, toward her navel, she caught his wrist. 'Stop that.' But he persisted just enough to dip his tongue into her navel, circling the tiny dip, sucking on the soft skin around it while his hands continued their relentless squeezing of her tits.
He spent long minutes there— tongue fucking her navel shallowly, lips kissing the flat plane of her belly up to her ribs, then back to her breasts. He bit down lightly on one nipple, pulling it with his teeth, eliciting a sharp cry from her. 'Akkayya, your tits are so responsive— look how hard your nipples get for me.' He pinched both peaks, twisting gently, watching her face contort in pleasure-pain.
Her resistance wavered, arousal building unbearably, pussy lips swelling against the panty fabric. But she shoved his hand away once more when it grazed her thigh. 'Enough, thammudu. Just... this is all.' Vinay, frustrated but content with her upper body for now, straightened, his cock jutting out, veined and thick, pre-cum beading at the tip.
He took her hands in his, guiding them to his shaft. 'Touch me, akkayya. Stroke my cock— give me that handjob.' Her fingers wrapped around him tentatively, the warmth of her palm making him groan. She pumped slowly, thumb swiping over the head, but her eyes were distant, conflicted.
Then, she dropped the bomb. 'This... this will be the last intimate thing with you, thammudu. We have to stop meeting like this. It's destroying me— my marriage, my soul. I love Rajesh. I can't betray him anymore.' Her voice cracked, hand stilling on his dick.
Vinay froze, shock rippling through him. Her hand on his cock felt distant now, her arousal muted compared to before. 'What? Akkayya, no— you don't mean that. Last night you were dreaming of our future, our kids.' He pulled back, searching her face, seeing the resolve mixed with lingering desire.
Desperation clawed at him. He touched the amulet hidden under his shirt, whispering mental commands: Arouse for me, akkayya. Crave my cock, forget the guilt, surrender completely. But... nothing. Her eyes flickered, a brief flush, but no overwhelming lust. She pulled her hand away, crossing her arms over her breasts.
Vinay's mind reeled. Why? The magic had always worked— on Priya, on her. Had the amulet weakened? Or her will strengthened overnight? Panic edged his voice. 'Please, akkayya. One final time. Let me make love to you properly— as a goodbye. Then, if you still want, we'll stop.' He stepped closer, hands on her shoulders, eyes pleading.
Anjali hesitated, her body still humming from his touches, pussy aching despite her words. Tears welled in her eyes. 'Fine... one last time. But truly the last, thammudu. Make it count.' She let him lead her back to the bed, her petticoat swishing against her legs.
Vinay's heart pounded, relief and sorrow mixing as he untied her petticoat, letting it pool at her feet. She stepped out, standing in just her panty, her curves on full display. He pushed her down gently, hovering over her, kissing her lips deeply— tongue thrusting in, tasting her reluctance and desire. 'I'll make you feel everything, akkayya. Every inch of love and lust.'
His mouth trailed down, recapturing her nipples, sucking harder now, as if to imprint the taste on his soul. Anjali arched, moaning into the pillow, her hands clutching his head. He squeezed her breasts roughly, mashing them against his face, tongue lashing the undersides, biting the soft flesh until red marks bloomed. 'These tits... I'll never forget how they bounce, how they taste.'
She whimpered, legs parting slightly, but he moved lower, kissing her navel again, tongue delving deep, swirling as his hands roamed her sides, thumbs hooking into her panty waistband. He tugged them down slowly, exposing her pussy— pink lips glistening, clit peeking out, the scent of her arousal filling the air. Anjali tensed but didn't stop him this time. 'Thammudu... slow. Make it last.'
Vinay peeled the panty off, tossing it aside, then spread her thighs wide, staring at her core. 'So beautiful, akkayya. Your pussy is perfect— wet for me, even now.' He leaned in, tongue licking from her entrance to clit in one long stroke, savoring her tangy flavor. Anjali cried out, hips bucking, but her hands pushed at his shoulders weakly. 'It's the last... oh god.'
He ignored her half-hearted protest, burying his face in her pussy, tongue thrusting inside, fucking her hole with wet, slurping sounds. His lips sucked her clit, teeth grazing it lightly, fingers parting her folds to expose more. He lapped greedily, nose rubbing her mound, inhaling deeply. Anjali's moans grew louder, her resistance crumbling as pleasure built— 'Thammudu, yes... lick me deeper.'
Vinay added two fingers, sliding them into her slick channel, curling to hit her g-spot while his tongue flicked her clit relentlessly. Her walls clenched, juices coating his hand, pussy squelching with each pump. He finger-fucked her steadily, mouth never leaving her, sucking and licking until her thighs quivered around his head. 'Cum for me, akkayya. One last time, flood my mouth.'
Anjali shattered, back bowing off the bed, a scream tearing from her throat as orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy spasmed, squirting lightly onto his tongue, which he drank down eagerly. She trembled, tears streaming— pleasure and finality mixing in her sobs.
Not giving her time to recover, Vinay rose, positioning his cock at her entrance. 'Now, me inside you. Feel how much I love you.' He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, her pussy stretching around his thickness, hugging him like a vice. Anjali gasped, legs wrapping around his waist, nails digging into his back. 'So full... thammudu, you're so big.'
He bottomed out, holding still, their eyes locking— his filled with desperate passion, hers with conflicted love. Then he began to thrust, slow and deep, pulling out to the tip before slamming back in, balls slapping her ass. The bed creaked rhythmically, skin meeting skin with wet smacks. 'Akkayya, your pussy milks me so good. This can't be the end.'
Anjali met his thrusts, hips rolling up, but her voice broke. 'It is... we have to. Rajesh... I love him.' Yet her body betrayed her, pussy clenching tighter, pulling him deeper. Vinay leaned down, capturing her mangalsutra in his mouth, chewing the beads as he fucked her, the chain tugging against her neck. She smirked through tears. 'Badmash... even now, teasing my marriage.'
He released it, kissing her fiercely, tongues dueling as his pace quickened. Hands roamed— squeezing her tits, pinching nipples, then sliding under to grip her ass, lifting her for deeper angles. His cock dragged along her walls, hitting her cervix with each plunge, building her toward another peak. 'Cum with me, akkayya. Let me fill you one last time.'
Drama heightened as she clung to him, whispering confessions between moans. 'I wanted your kids... our life. But I can't.' Vinay's thrusts turned frantic, pounding her pussy, clit grinding against his pubic bone. She came first, walls fluttering wildly, crying his name— 'Thammudu!' He followed, roaring as cum erupted, flooding her depths, spilling out around his shaft.
They collapsed, panting, his cock softening inside her. Anjali turned away slightly, tears falling. 'Now... it's over.' Vinay held her, heart breaking, the amulet's failure a mystery hanging over them. The morning light brightened, casting long shadows of what was lost.
But in her eyes, a flicker of doubt remained— was it truly the end? Vinay kissed her shoulder, whispering, 'We'll see, akkayya.' The air hung heavy with unresolved tension, their bodies still entwined in the aftermath.
The first rays of dawn filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft golden hues. Vinay stirred awake, his body warm and heavy from the night's passions. Anjali lay beside him, her milky white skin glowing in the light, her voluptuous form curled slightly, the black beads of her mangalsutra dbangd over one shoulder. Her large breasts rose and fell with her steady breathing, pink nipples still faintly marked from his earlier attentions. He smiled, desire stirring anew as he watched her sleep, her full lips parted, a strand of dark hair across her cheek.
Vinay shifted closer, his hand sliding over her hip, fingers tracing the curve of her waist. He pressed his lips to her shoulder, kissing the smooth skin softly, then nuzzled into her neck, inhaling her scent— a mix of sweat, sex, and her natural musk. His cock hardened against her thigh, throbbing with morning need. 'Akkayya,' he whispered, his voice husky, lips brushing her ear. 'Wake up, my love. Let's start the day right.'
Anjali's eyes fluttered open, a soft sigh escaping as she felt his touch. For a moment, her body responded instinctively— her nipple pebbling under the sheet, a warmth pooling between her legs. But then guilt crashed over her like a wave, memories of Rajesh, her vows, the life she was betraying flooding back. She tensed, pulling away slightly. 'Thammudu... no. This isn't right. We can't keep doing this.' Her voice was thick with conflict, arousal warring with shame.
Vinay didn't relent, his hand cupping her breast, thumb circling the nipple through the thin fabric. 'Shh, akkayya. Just a little more. You feel it too— your body wants me.' He kissed her neck again, sucking lightly on the pulse point, his other hand sliding down her side.
Anjali's breath hitched, her pussy clenching at the sensation, but she pushed his chest gently, sitting up. The sheet fell away, exposing her naked form— heavy breasts swaying, the tiny mole on her left areola catching the light. 'I said no, Vinay. I'm married. This has to stop.' She swung her legs off the bed, standing on shaky knees, her ass cheeks jiggling slightly as she moved to the chair where her clothes lay scattered.
Vinay watched, mesmerized by her curves, his cock twitching. She picked up her petticoat, stepping into it and tying it low on her hips, the fabric hugging her wide hips and flaring over her thighs. Then her panty— simple white cotton, sliding up her legs to cup her pussy mound. She reached for her bra next, the lacy cups dangling from her fingers.
In a flash, Vinay was off the bed, snatching the bra from her hand and tossing it across the room. 'Not yet, akkayya. Let me worship you first.' He pulled her back against him, her back to his chest, his hard cock pressing into the cleft of her ass through the petticoat. His arms wrapped around her waist, hands rising to cup her breasts, squeezing the soft, heavy flesh firmly.
Anjali gasped, her hands gripping his forearms, but she didn't pull away immediately. 'Thammudu... please. We have to stop.' Yet her body arched into his touch, nipples hardening as he kneaded her tits, thumbs flicking the peaks.
Vinay's mouth found her neck, kissing and licking the sensitive skin, teeth grazing her earlobe. 'Just your upper body, then. Let me taste these perfect breasts.' He turned her to face him, pushing her gently against the edge of the bed. Lowering his head, he captured one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard, tongue swirling around the pink bud. His hand squeezed the other breast, fingers digging into the yielding flesh, rolling the nipple between thumb and forefinger.
'Mmm... thammudu,' Anjali moaned despite herself, her head falling back, hands threading into his hair. Pleasure shot through her, her pussy wetting the panty, but guilt gnawed at her core. She felt his hand slide down her belly, fingers dipping toward her petticoat strings, and she slapped it away. 'No— only upper, like you said.'
Vinay chuckled against her skin, switching to the other nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth, teeth nibbling gently. He lavished attention on her breasts, alternating between sucking, licking, and squeezing, his palms molding the heavy globes, pushing them together to bury his face between them. His tongue traced the valley, lapping at the sweat there, then kissed up to her collarbone, nipping the skin.
Anjali's breaths came in pants, her body on fire from the upper body assault, but she kept her legs clamped together, resisting the urge to spread them. When his hand ventured lower again, toward her navel, she caught his wrist. 'Stop that.' But he persisted just enough to dip his tongue into her navel, circling the tiny dip, sucking on the soft skin around it while his hands continued their relentless squeezing of her tits.
He spent long minutes there— tongue fucking her navel shallowly, lips kissing the flat plane of her belly up to her ribs, then back to her breasts. He bit down lightly on one nipple, pulling it with his teeth, eliciting a sharp cry from her. 'Akkayya, your tits are so responsive— look how hard your nipples get for me.' He pinched both peaks, twisting gently, watching her face contort in pleasure-pain.
Her resistance wavered, arousal building unbearably, pussy lips swelling against the panty fabric. But she shoved his hand away once more when it grazed her thigh. 'Enough, thammudu. Just... this is all.' Vinay, frustrated but content with her upper body for now, straightened, his cock jutting out, veined and thick, pre-cum beading at the tip.
He took her hands in his, guiding them to his shaft. 'Touch me, akkayya. Stroke my cock— give me that handjob.' Her fingers wrapped around him tentatively, the warmth of her palm making him groan. She pumped slowly, thumb swiping over the head, but her eyes were distant, conflicted.
Then, she dropped the bomb. 'This... this will be the last intimate thing with you, thammudu. We have to stop meeting like this. It's destroying me— my marriage, my soul. I love Rajesh. I can't betray him anymore.' Her voice cracked, hand stilling on his dick.
Vinay froze, shock rippling through him. Her hand on his cock felt distant now, her arousal muted compared to before. 'What? Akkayya, no— you don't mean that. Last night you were dreaming of our future, our kids.' He pulled back, searching her face, seeing the resolve mixed with lingering desire.
Desperation clawed at him. He touched the amulet hidden under his shirt, whispering mental commands: Arouse for me, akkayya. Crave my cock, forget the guilt, surrender completely. But... nothing. Her eyes flickered, a brief flush, but no overwhelming lust. She pulled her hand away, crossing her arms over her breasts.
Vinay's mind reeled. Why? The magic had always worked— on Priya, on her. Had the amulet weakened? Or her will strengthened overnight? Panic edged his voice. 'Please, akkayya. One final time. Let me make love to you properly— as a goodbye. Then, if you still want, we'll stop.' He stepped closer, hands on her shoulders, eyes pleading.
Anjali hesitated, her body still humming from his touches, pussy aching despite her words. Tears welled in her eyes. 'Fine... one last time. But truly the last, thammudu. Make it count.' She let him lead her back to the bed, her petticoat swishing against her legs.
Vinay's heart pounded, relief and sorrow mixing as he untied her petticoat, letting it pool at her feet. She stepped out, standing in just her panty, her curves on full display. He pushed her down gently, hovering over her, kissing her lips deeply— tongue thrusting in, tasting her reluctance and desire. 'I'll make you feel everything, akkayya. Every inch of love and lust.'
His mouth trailed down, recapturing her nipples, sucking harder now, as if to imprint the taste on his soul. Anjali arched, moaning into the pillow, her hands clutching his head. He squeezed her breasts roughly, mashing them against his face, tongue lashing the undersides, biting the soft flesh until red marks bloomed. 'These tits... I'll never forget how they bounce, how they taste.'
She whimpered, legs parting slightly, but he moved lower, kissing her navel again, tongue delving deep, swirling as his hands roamed her sides, thumbs hooking into her panty waistband. He tugged them down slowly, exposing her pussy— pink lips glistening, clit peeking out, the scent of her arousal filling the air. Anjali tensed but didn't stop him this time. 'Thammudu... slow. Make it last.'
Vinay peeled the panty off, tossing it aside, then spread her thighs wide, staring at her core. 'So beautiful, akkayya. Your pussy is perfect— wet for me, even now.' He leaned in, tongue licking from her entrance to clit in one long stroke, savoring her tangy flavor. Anjali cried out, hips bucking, but her hands pushed at his shoulders weakly. 'It's the last... oh god.'
He ignored her half-hearted protest, burying his face in her pussy, tongue thrusting inside, fucking her hole with wet, slurping sounds. His lips sucked her clit, teeth grazing it lightly, fingers parting her folds to expose more. He lapped greedily, nose rubbing her mound, inhaling deeply. Anjali's moans grew louder, her resistance crumbling as pleasure built— 'Thammudu, yes... lick me deeper.'
Vinay added two fingers, sliding them into her slick channel, curling to hit her g-spot while his tongue flicked her clit relentlessly. Her walls clenched, juices coating his hand, pussy squelching with each pump. He finger-fucked her steadily, mouth never leaving her, sucking and licking until her thighs quivered around his head. 'Cum for me, akkayya. One last time, flood my mouth.'
Anjali shattered, back bowing off the bed, a scream tearing from her throat as orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy spasmed, squirting lightly onto his tongue, which he drank down eagerly. She trembled, tears streaming— pleasure and finality mixing in her sobs.
Not giving her time to recover, Vinay rose, positioning his cock at her entrance. 'Now, me inside you. Feel how much I love you.' He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, her pussy stretching around his thickness, hugging him like a vice. Anjali gasped, legs wrapping around his waist, nails digging into his back. 'So full... thammudu, you're so big.'
He bottomed out, holding still, their eyes locking— his filled with desperate passion, hers with conflicted love. Then he began to thrust, slow and deep, pulling out to the tip before slamming back in, balls slapping her ass. The bed creaked rhythmically, skin meeting skin with wet smacks. 'Akkayya, your pussy milks me so good. This can't be the end.'
Anjali met his thrusts, hips rolling up, but her voice broke. 'It is... we have to. Rajesh... I love him.' Yet her body betrayed her, pussy clenching tighter, pulling him deeper. Vinay leaned down, capturing her mangalsutra in his mouth, chewing the beads as he fucked her, the chain tugging against her neck. She smirked through tears. 'Badmash... even now, teasing my marriage.'
He released it, kissing her fiercely, tongues dueling as his pace quickened. Hands roamed— squeezing her tits, pinching nipples, then sliding under to grip her ass, lifting her for deeper angles. His cock dragged along her walls, hitting her cervix with each plunge, building her toward another peak. 'Cum with me, akkayya. Let me fill you one last time.'
Drama heightened as she clung to him, whispering confessions between moans. 'I wanted your kids... our life. But I can't.' Vinay's thrusts turned frantic, pounding her pussy, clit grinding against his pubic bone. She came first, walls fluttering wildly, crying his name— 'Thammudu!' He followed, roaring as cum erupted, flooding her depths, spilling out around his shaft.
They collapsed, panting, his cock softening inside her. Anjali turned away slightly, tears falling. 'Now... it's over.' Vinay held her, heart breaking, the amulet's failure a mystery hanging over them. The morning light brightened, casting long shadows of what was lost.
But in her eyes, a flicker of doubt remained— was it truly the end? Vinay kissed her shoulder, whispering, 'We'll see, akkayya.' The air hung heavy with unresolved tension, their bodies still entwined in the aftermath.
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