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26. Echoes of Desire: Tangled Flames
The days following the Ganesh festival blurred into a haze of rediscovered normalcy, yet beneath the surface, the air in their shared apartment crackled with an undercurrent of escalating desire. The amulet, now tucked away in a drawer like a forgotten relic, had served its purpose; what bound them now was raw, unfiltered attraction, woven through the threads of their unconventional family. Anjali, with her towering frame and curves that seemed sculpted by divine hands, had blossomed into a woman who wielded her allure like a subtle weapon. She knew—deep in her bones—that Vinay's eyes lingered longest on her, that his heart beat fiercest for the voluptuous sweep of her hips, the heavy sway of her breasts that strained against even the loosest fabrics. It wasn't vanity that stirred her; it was the quiet confidence of being cherished above all, a knowledge that fueled a newfound arrogance, tempered by the sweetness that still colored her smiles and the innocence that widened her eyes during moments of vulnerability.
That morning, as sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, Anjali stood before the full-length mirror in the bedroom, adjusting the straps of a deep crimson dress Vinay had bought her during one of their impulsive shopping sprees. The fabric clung to her like a second skin, the V-neck plunging low enough to reveal the inner swells of her massive breasts, their milky white expanse rising and falling with each breath. The hem skimmed mid-thigh, accentuating the length of her legs, toned from years of quiet domesticity now transformed by high heels that clicked authoritatively against the floor. She practiced her walk, hips swaying in a deliberate rhythm that made her ass cheeks shift enticingly under the tight material. A smirk tugged at her lips—slight, arrogant, but her reflection's eyes sparkled with that innocent gleam, as if she were still the shy akka discovering her power.
Vinay entered the room, his gaze immediately locking onto her form, his cock twitching in his pants at the sight. 'Akkayya,' he murmured, voice thick with hunger, stepping closer to trace a finger along the exposed curve of her shoulder. 'You look like sin wrapped in silk.'
She turned, arching a brow with that budding arrogance, but her voice softened with sweetness. 'Do I, thammudu? Then come closer and worship it.' Her words were teasing, yet laced with the genuine affection that made his heart clench. She knew Priya watched from the doorway, the younger woman's eyes flicking between them with a mix of envy and desire.
Priya, ever the adventurer, felt the sting of Vinay's focus like a subtle burn. She loved him most in the world—her chelli heart tethered to his strength, his dominance that made her pussy ache with need. But Anjali's presence was a magnet, drawing his energy like a tide, leaving Priya to navigate the bisexual pull toward the older woman's body while fighting for scraps of his attention. Dressed in a shorter black skirt and crop top that bared her toned midriff, Priya sauntered in, her walk bold and unapologetic. 'Morning, you two. Planning to make me jealous already?'
Anjali met her gaze, a flicker of arrogance in her smile, but she reached out, brushing Priya's arm with innocent warmth. 'Never, chelli. We're all in this together.' Yet as she spoke, she leaned into Vinay, pressing her breast against his arm, the soft flesh yielding just enough to make him groan softly.
The tension simmered through breakfast, where Anjali crossed her legs under the table, her heel grazing Vinay's calf in slow, deliberate strokes. Priya countered by 'accidentally' dropping her napkin, bending low to retrieve it and letting her skirt ride up, exposing the lace edge of her thong. Vinay's eyes darted, but they always returned to Anjali, who sipped her coffee with lips pursed in a pout that screamed invitation. 'Thammudu, pass the sugar,' she said, her voice a husky whisper, knowing full well it was within reach.
By afternoon, the apartment felt like a pressure cooker. They had planned a lazy day in, but Anjali's choice of outfit—a switch to a sheer white blouse unbuttoned to her navel, paired with a pencil skirt that hugged her ass like a glove—pushed the boundaries. She walked to the kitchen for water, her hips rolling in that exaggerated sway, breasts bouncing gently with each step, the black beads of her necklace jumping against her cleavage like playful accents. Priya watched, her pussy growing wet at the sight, but frustration knotted her stomach. Vinay loved Anjali most; it was evident in how his cock hardened instantly at her proximity, while Priya had to work for his glances.
'You're killing me, akkayya,' Vinay said, pulling her onto his lap as she passed the couch. His hands slid up her thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh, but Anjali arched away slightly, her arrogance shining through in a coy smile. 'Patience, honey. Good things come to those who wait.' Yet her innocence peeked through as she blushed, leaning in to nip his earlobe sweetly.
Priya joined them on the couch, sandwiching Vinay between their bodies. She pressed against his side, her hand trailing down his chest, nails scbanging lightly over his shirt. 'Don't forget about me,' she whispered, her breath hot on his neck, before licking a stripe up his jaw. Her bisexuality flared; she wanted Anjali too, the way those full lips parted in anticipation, but Vinay was her anchor. To reclaim his focus, she slipped her hand lower, palming his growing bulge through his jeans. 'Feel how hard you make me?'
Vinay groaned, torn between the two, but his arms wrapped around Anjali's waist, pulling her closer. The slight tension hung in the air—Priya's eyes narrowing as Anjali ground subtly against his thigh, her dress riding up to expose the lace of her panties.
As evening fell, the tension boiled over. The living room lamps cast a warm glow, shadows dancing across their skin as they lounged with drinks in hand. Anjali, emboldened, stood and began a slow twirl, her dress flaring to reveal the curve of her ass. 'What do you think, thammudu? Does it make you want to fuck me right here?' Her words dripped with arrogance, but her eyes held that sweet innocence, inviting him to devour her.
Vinay's cock strained painfully against his zipper. 'Fuck yes, akkayya. You're the most beautiful woman alive.'
Priya, not to be outdone, stood too, shimmying out of her top to reveal perky breasts in a red bra. 'But I can make you feel things she can't.' She dropped to her knees before him, unzipping his jeans and freeing his thick cock, which sprang out, veined and throbbing. Her tongue darted out, licking the precum from the tip, but Vinay's eyes stayed on Anjali, who watched with a smug smile, knowing she held his heart.
'Not yet, chelli,' Anjali said sweetly, yet with an arrogant edge, stepping forward to push Priya aside gently. She sank to her knees beside her, but took control, locking eyes with Vinay in that erotic stare that made his balls tighten. 'Watch me, thammudu.' Her lips parted, and she took his cock into her mouth, sucking slowly, lewd slurping sounds filling the room as saliva dripped down the shaft. She bobbed her head, tongue swirling around the head, moaning deeply—'Mmm, your cock tastes so good'—the vibrations sending shocks through him.
Priya, tension coiling in her gut, leaned in to lick his balls, sucking one into her mouth while her hand stroked the base. But Anjali upped the ante, deepthroating him until her nose pressed against his pubes, gagging wetly but holding his gaze, tears of effort in her eyes that only made her seem more sweetly devoted.
Vinay's hands fisted in their hair, but he pulled Anjali closer, thrusting into her mouth. 'Akkayya... fuck, you're perfect.' Priya's jealousy flared, but it fueled her; she moved lower, spreading his cheeks to rim his asshole with her tongue, probing the tight ring while humming against his skin.
Anjali pulled off with a pop, strings of spit connecting her lips to his glistening cock. 'Not yet,' she purred arrogantly, standing to strip. Her dress pooled at her feet, revealing black lace lingerie that barely contained her massive breasts, nipples hard and pinkish through the sheer fabric. She unhooked her bra, letting them spill free—pendulum-like orbs swaying heavily, black beads of her necklace nestling in the deep cleavage. Innocently, she cupped them, offering to Vinay. 'Squeeze them, baddie. They're yours.'
He lunged, mouth latching onto one nipple, sucking hard while his hands kneaded the soft flesh, milk-white skin bruising under his grip. Anjali moaned loudly, arching into him, her arrogance melting into sweet gasps. Priya, stripped now too, pressed against Vinay's back, licking his neck, nibbling his ear, her fingers teasing his nipples into peaks. 'Feel me too,' she whispered, grinding her wet pussy against his ass.
The trio tumbled to the rug, a tangle of limbs and heat. Vinay positioned Anjali on her back, spreading her legs to reveal her clean-shaven, pinkish pussy, already dripping. He rubbed his cock along her slit, teasing her clit until she whimpered sweetly. 'Please, thammudu... fuck me.'
He thrust in deep, her walls clenching around his thick length, pussy juices squelching with each pound. Anjali's breasts bounced wildly, beads jumping like erotic punctuation. She locked eyes with him again, moaning lewdly—'Ahh, yes, harder! Fuck!!! Fuck!!! Fuck!!!Your cock fills me so good!'—her voice a mix of arrogant command and innocent plea.
Priya, determined to insert herself, straddled Anjali's face, lowering her pussy onto the older woman's mouth. Anjali, embracing her bisexual side under the tension, licked eagerly, tongue flicking Priya's clit while Vinay fucked her relentlessly. Priya ground down, but her focus was Vinay; she leaned forward, licking his chest, sucking his nipples until he growled, then dropping lower to lap at his balls as they slapped against Anjali's ass.
Vinay pulled out briefly, flipping Anjali onto all fours. He slammed back in, gripping her hips, watching her ass jiggle with each thrust. 'You're mine, akkayya. The sexiest fucking woman.' Anjali pushed back, arrogance in her cry: 'Yes, fuck your akka! Make me cum on your cock!'
Priya crawled beneath them, her tongue darting to Vinay's asshole again, rimming him deeply while her fingers rubbed Anjali's clit. The sensation drove Vinay wild; he fucked harder, the room echoing with wet slaps, moans, and gasps. Anjali came first, pussy spasming, squirting juices that soaked Priya's face. 'Oh god, thammudu! I'm cumming!'
Not done, Anjali pushed Vinay onto his back, mounting him reverse cowgirl. She sank down, riding his cock with rolling hips, her ass cheeks spreading to show where he stretched her pussy. Guiding his hands to her breasts, she squeezed them over his fingers. 'Squeeze hard, emandi. Milk my tits while I fuck you.' Her movements were expert now, pussy gripping him like a vice, lewd squelches accompanying her bounces.
Priya straddled Vinay's face, grinding her pussy on his mouth as he ate her out. But she leaned back, licking Anjali's ass, tongue probing the tight hole while fingering herself. The tension peaked—Priya's love for Vinay making her worship his body, but jealousy sharpening her actions.
Vinay's orgasm built; Anjali sensed it, dismounting to kneel between his legs with Priya. They took turns sucking his cock—Anjali deepthroating with erotic eye contact, lewd gurgles escaping; Priya licking his shaft and balls, even sucking his asshole briefly. 'Cum for us, thammudu,' Anjali urged sweetly, arrogance in her confident smile.
He exploded, ropes of thick cum shooting into Anjali's mouth. She held it, showing the white semen on her tongue to him and Priya, then swallowed with a moan, licking her lips. 'All mine.' Priya lapped the remnants from his cock, swallowing too, but her eyes held a spark of rivalry.
They collapsed in a heap, bodies slick with sweat and cum. Anjali curled against Vinay's chest, her sweetness returning as she whispered, 'I love you the most, sreevaaru.' Priya snuggled on his other side, licking a bead of sweat from his nipple, her bisexuality sated for now, but the tension lingered—a promise of more tangled passions.
But the night was young. After catching their breath, the arousal reignited. Anjali, still arrogant in her allure, stood and bent over the couch, spreading her ass cheeks. 'Fuck my ass now, thammudu. Show chelli how you claim me.' Vinay lubed his cock with her pussy juices, pressing the head against her tight ring. She moaned as he pushed in, inch by inch, her hole stretching around him. 'Ahh, yes! Deeper!'
Priya watched, fingering her pussy, then joined, licking Anjali's clit from below while Vinay ass-fucked her. Anjali's breasts dangled, swinging like pendulums, nipples grazing the cushions. The dual stimulation made her scream, cumming again, ass clenching to milk his cock.
Vinay pulled out, turning to Priya. 'Your turn, chelli.' But even as he fucked Priya's pussy doggy-style, his eyes were on Anjali, who knelt nearby, playing with her breasts and pussy, moaning lewdly to draw him back.
Priya, feeling the focus shift, clenched her walls tighter, riding back against him. 'Fuck me harder, Vinay! I can take it!' She reached back, fondling his balls, even slipping a finger into his ass to prostate him.
Anjali, not one to be sidelined, crawled under Priya, sucking Vinay's balls as they swung, her tongue occasionally flicking Priya's clit. The bisexual tension exploded—Priya grinding down onto Anjali's mouth while Vinay pounded her.
They switched again, Anjali scissoring with Priya while Vinay watched, stroking his cock. Their pussies ground together, clits rubbing in slick friction, moans harmonizing. Anjali's voluptuous body dominated the visual, her breasts heaving, arrogance in her triumphant gaze at Priya. 'Feel how wet I make you, chelli?'
Priya, loving the contact but craving Vinay, pulled him in, guiding his cock to alternate between their joined pussies—thrusting into Anjali, then Priya, the wet sounds obscene.
Hours passed in a blur of positions: Vinay fucking Anjali missionary while Priya sat on her face; Priya riding Vinay reverse while Anjali rimmed him; a daisy chain where Anjali sucked Vinay, he ate Priya, and Priya fingered Anjali.
Anjali's skills shone—during another blowjob, she hummed lewdly, eyes locked, swallowing every drop after showing it off. Riding him, she bounced with expert rhythm, hands on his chest, nails digging as she came, pussy flooding him.
Priya's desperation peaked; while Vinay focused on Anjali's ass, Priya licked everywhere—his back, armpits, feet—then zeroed on his nipples, biting gently, and his balls, sucking them into her mouth as he thrust.
Finally, exhausted, they came together: Vinay buried in Anjali's pussy, Priya tribbing against them, all three shuddering in orgasm. Cum leaked from Anjali, who scooped it up, feeding it to Priya in a messy kiss, their tongues sharing the salty load.
In the afterglow, Anjali's arrogance softened to sweetness, stroking Vinay's hair. 'You're ours, thammudu.' Priya, tension eased, nuzzled his neck, her love reaffirmed. The trio slept entwined, bodies marked by bites and scratches, the air thick with the scent of sex—a testament to their tangled, insatiable bonds.
The days following the Ganesh festival blurred into a haze of rediscovered normalcy, yet beneath the surface, the air in their shared apartment crackled with an undercurrent of escalating desire. The amulet, now tucked away in a drawer like a forgotten relic, had served its purpose; what bound them now was raw, unfiltered attraction, woven through the threads of their unconventional family. Anjali, with her towering frame and curves that seemed sculpted by divine hands, had blossomed into a woman who wielded her allure like a subtle weapon. She knew—deep in her bones—that Vinay's eyes lingered longest on her, that his heart beat fiercest for the voluptuous sweep of her hips, the heavy sway of her breasts that strained against even the loosest fabrics. It wasn't vanity that stirred her; it was the quiet confidence of being cherished above all, a knowledge that fueled a newfound arrogance, tempered by the sweetness that still colored her smiles and the innocence that widened her eyes during moments of vulnerability.
That morning, as sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, Anjali stood before the full-length mirror in the bedroom, adjusting the straps of a deep crimson dress Vinay had bought her during one of their impulsive shopping sprees. The fabric clung to her like a second skin, the V-neck plunging low enough to reveal the inner swells of her massive breasts, their milky white expanse rising and falling with each breath. The hem skimmed mid-thigh, accentuating the length of her legs, toned from years of quiet domesticity now transformed by high heels that clicked authoritatively against the floor. She practiced her walk, hips swaying in a deliberate rhythm that made her ass cheeks shift enticingly under the tight material. A smirk tugged at her lips—slight, arrogant, but her reflection's eyes sparkled with that innocent gleam, as if she were still the shy akka discovering her power.
Vinay entered the room, his gaze immediately locking onto her form, his cock twitching in his pants at the sight. 'Akkayya,' he murmured, voice thick with hunger, stepping closer to trace a finger along the exposed curve of her shoulder. 'You look like sin wrapped in silk.'
She turned, arching a brow with that budding arrogance, but her voice softened with sweetness. 'Do I, thammudu? Then come closer and worship it.' Her words were teasing, yet laced with the genuine affection that made his heart clench. She knew Priya watched from the doorway, the younger woman's eyes flicking between them with a mix of envy and desire.
Priya, ever the adventurer, felt the sting of Vinay's focus like a subtle burn. She loved him most in the world—her chelli heart tethered to his strength, his dominance that made her pussy ache with need. But Anjali's presence was a magnet, drawing his energy like a tide, leaving Priya to navigate the bisexual pull toward the older woman's body while fighting for scraps of his attention. Dressed in a shorter black skirt and crop top that bared her toned midriff, Priya sauntered in, her walk bold and unapologetic. 'Morning, you two. Planning to make me jealous already?'
Anjali met her gaze, a flicker of arrogance in her smile, but she reached out, brushing Priya's arm with innocent warmth. 'Never, chelli. We're all in this together.' Yet as she spoke, she leaned into Vinay, pressing her breast against his arm, the soft flesh yielding just enough to make him groan softly.
The tension simmered through breakfast, where Anjali crossed her legs under the table, her heel grazing Vinay's calf in slow, deliberate strokes. Priya countered by 'accidentally' dropping her napkin, bending low to retrieve it and letting her skirt ride up, exposing the lace edge of her thong. Vinay's eyes darted, but they always returned to Anjali, who sipped her coffee with lips pursed in a pout that screamed invitation. 'Thammudu, pass the sugar,' she said, her voice a husky whisper, knowing full well it was within reach.
By afternoon, the apartment felt like a pressure cooker. They had planned a lazy day in, but Anjali's choice of outfit—a switch to a sheer white blouse unbuttoned to her navel, paired with a pencil skirt that hugged her ass like a glove—pushed the boundaries. She walked to the kitchen for water, her hips rolling in that exaggerated sway, breasts bouncing gently with each step, the black beads of her necklace jumping against her cleavage like playful accents. Priya watched, her pussy growing wet at the sight, but frustration knotted her stomach. Vinay loved Anjali most; it was evident in how his cock hardened instantly at her proximity, while Priya had to work for his glances.
'You're killing me, akkayya,' Vinay said, pulling her onto his lap as she passed the couch. His hands slid up her thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh, but Anjali arched away slightly, her arrogance shining through in a coy smile. 'Patience, honey. Good things come to those who wait.' Yet her innocence peeked through as she blushed, leaning in to nip his earlobe sweetly.
Priya joined them on the couch, sandwiching Vinay between their bodies. She pressed against his side, her hand trailing down his chest, nails scbanging lightly over his shirt. 'Don't forget about me,' she whispered, her breath hot on his neck, before licking a stripe up his jaw. Her bisexuality flared; she wanted Anjali too, the way those full lips parted in anticipation, but Vinay was her anchor. To reclaim his focus, she slipped her hand lower, palming his growing bulge through his jeans. 'Feel how hard you make me?'
Vinay groaned, torn between the two, but his arms wrapped around Anjali's waist, pulling her closer. The slight tension hung in the air—Priya's eyes narrowing as Anjali ground subtly against his thigh, her dress riding up to expose the lace of her panties.
As evening fell, the tension boiled over. The living room lamps cast a warm glow, shadows dancing across their skin as they lounged with drinks in hand. Anjali, emboldened, stood and began a slow twirl, her dress flaring to reveal the curve of her ass. 'What do you think, thammudu? Does it make you want to fuck me right here?' Her words dripped with arrogance, but her eyes held that sweet innocence, inviting him to devour her.
Vinay's cock strained painfully against his zipper. 'Fuck yes, akkayya. You're the most beautiful woman alive.'
Priya, not to be outdone, stood too, shimmying out of her top to reveal perky breasts in a red bra. 'But I can make you feel things she can't.' She dropped to her knees before him, unzipping his jeans and freeing his thick cock, which sprang out, veined and throbbing. Her tongue darted out, licking the precum from the tip, but Vinay's eyes stayed on Anjali, who watched with a smug smile, knowing she held his heart.
'Not yet, chelli,' Anjali said sweetly, yet with an arrogant edge, stepping forward to push Priya aside gently. She sank to her knees beside her, but took control, locking eyes with Vinay in that erotic stare that made his balls tighten. 'Watch me, thammudu.' Her lips parted, and she took his cock into her mouth, sucking slowly, lewd slurping sounds filling the room as saliva dripped down the shaft. She bobbed her head, tongue swirling around the head, moaning deeply—'Mmm, your cock tastes so good'—the vibrations sending shocks through him.
Priya, tension coiling in her gut, leaned in to lick his balls, sucking one into her mouth while her hand stroked the base. But Anjali upped the ante, deepthroating him until her nose pressed against his pubes, gagging wetly but holding his gaze, tears of effort in her eyes that only made her seem more sweetly devoted.
Vinay's hands fisted in their hair, but he pulled Anjali closer, thrusting into her mouth. 'Akkayya... fuck, you're perfect.' Priya's jealousy flared, but it fueled her; she moved lower, spreading his cheeks to rim his asshole with her tongue, probing the tight ring while humming against his skin.
Anjali pulled off with a pop, strings of spit connecting her lips to his glistening cock. 'Not yet,' she purred arrogantly, standing to strip. Her dress pooled at her feet, revealing black lace lingerie that barely contained her massive breasts, nipples hard and pinkish through the sheer fabric. She unhooked her bra, letting them spill free—pendulum-like orbs swaying heavily, black beads of her necklace nestling in the deep cleavage. Innocently, she cupped them, offering to Vinay. 'Squeeze them, baddie. They're yours.'
He lunged, mouth latching onto one nipple, sucking hard while his hands kneaded the soft flesh, milk-white skin bruising under his grip. Anjali moaned loudly, arching into him, her arrogance melting into sweet gasps. Priya, stripped now too, pressed against Vinay's back, licking his neck, nibbling his ear, her fingers teasing his nipples into peaks. 'Feel me too,' she whispered, grinding her wet pussy against his ass.
The trio tumbled to the rug, a tangle of limbs and heat. Vinay positioned Anjali on her back, spreading her legs to reveal her clean-shaven, pinkish pussy, already dripping. He rubbed his cock along her slit, teasing her clit until she whimpered sweetly. 'Please, thammudu... fuck me.'
He thrust in deep, her walls clenching around his thick length, pussy juices squelching with each pound. Anjali's breasts bounced wildly, beads jumping like erotic punctuation. She locked eyes with him again, moaning lewdly—'Ahh, yes, harder! Fuck!!! Fuck!!! Fuck!!!Your cock fills me so good!'—her voice a mix of arrogant command and innocent plea.
Priya, determined to insert herself, straddled Anjali's face, lowering her pussy onto the older woman's mouth. Anjali, embracing her bisexual side under the tension, licked eagerly, tongue flicking Priya's clit while Vinay fucked her relentlessly. Priya ground down, but her focus was Vinay; she leaned forward, licking his chest, sucking his nipples until he growled, then dropping lower to lap at his balls as they slapped against Anjali's ass.
Vinay pulled out briefly, flipping Anjali onto all fours. He slammed back in, gripping her hips, watching her ass jiggle with each thrust. 'You're mine, akkayya. The sexiest fucking woman.' Anjali pushed back, arrogance in her cry: 'Yes, fuck your akka! Make me cum on your cock!'
Priya crawled beneath them, her tongue darting to Vinay's asshole again, rimming him deeply while her fingers rubbed Anjali's clit. The sensation drove Vinay wild; he fucked harder, the room echoing with wet slaps, moans, and gasps. Anjali came first, pussy spasming, squirting juices that soaked Priya's face. 'Oh god, thammudu! I'm cumming!'
Not done, Anjali pushed Vinay onto his back, mounting him reverse cowgirl. She sank down, riding his cock with rolling hips, her ass cheeks spreading to show where he stretched her pussy. Guiding his hands to her breasts, she squeezed them over his fingers. 'Squeeze hard, emandi. Milk my tits while I fuck you.' Her movements were expert now, pussy gripping him like a vice, lewd squelches accompanying her bounces.
Priya straddled Vinay's face, grinding her pussy on his mouth as he ate her out. But she leaned back, licking Anjali's ass, tongue probing the tight hole while fingering herself. The tension peaked—Priya's love for Vinay making her worship his body, but jealousy sharpening her actions.
Vinay's orgasm built; Anjali sensed it, dismounting to kneel between his legs with Priya. They took turns sucking his cock—Anjali deepthroating with erotic eye contact, lewd gurgles escaping; Priya licking his shaft and balls, even sucking his asshole briefly. 'Cum for us, thammudu,' Anjali urged sweetly, arrogance in her confident smile.
He exploded, ropes of thick cum shooting into Anjali's mouth. She held it, showing the white semen on her tongue to him and Priya, then swallowed with a moan, licking her lips. 'All mine.' Priya lapped the remnants from his cock, swallowing too, but her eyes held a spark of rivalry.
They collapsed in a heap, bodies slick with sweat and cum. Anjali curled against Vinay's chest, her sweetness returning as she whispered, 'I love you the most, sreevaaru.' Priya snuggled on his other side, licking a bead of sweat from his nipple, her bisexuality sated for now, but the tension lingered—a promise of more tangled passions.
But the night was young. After catching their breath, the arousal reignited. Anjali, still arrogant in her allure, stood and bent over the couch, spreading her ass cheeks. 'Fuck my ass now, thammudu. Show chelli how you claim me.' Vinay lubed his cock with her pussy juices, pressing the head against her tight ring. She moaned as he pushed in, inch by inch, her hole stretching around him. 'Ahh, yes! Deeper!'
Priya watched, fingering her pussy, then joined, licking Anjali's clit from below while Vinay ass-fucked her. Anjali's breasts dangled, swinging like pendulums, nipples grazing the cushions. The dual stimulation made her scream, cumming again, ass clenching to milk his cock.
Vinay pulled out, turning to Priya. 'Your turn, chelli.' But even as he fucked Priya's pussy doggy-style, his eyes were on Anjali, who knelt nearby, playing with her breasts and pussy, moaning lewdly to draw him back.
Priya, feeling the focus shift, clenched her walls tighter, riding back against him. 'Fuck me harder, Vinay! I can take it!' She reached back, fondling his balls, even slipping a finger into his ass to prostate him.
Anjali, not one to be sidelined, crawled under Priya, sucking Vinay's balls as they swung, her tongue occasionally flicking Priya's clit. The bisexual tension exploded—Priya grinding down onto Anjali's mouth while Vinay pounded her.
They switched again, Anjali scissoring with Priya while Vinay watched, stroking his cock. Their pussies ground together, clits rubbing in slick friction, moans harmonizing. Anjali's voluptuous body dominated the visual, her breasts heaving, arrogance in her triumphant gaze at Priya. 'Feel how wet I make you, chelli?'
Priya, loving the contact but craving Vinay, pulled him in, guiding his cock to alternate between their joined pussies—thrusting into Anjali, then Priya, the wet sounds obscene.
Hours passed in a blur of positions: Vinay fucking Anjali missionary while Priya sat on her face; Priya riding Vinay reverse while Anjali rimmed him; a daisy chain where Anjali sucked Vinay, he ate Priya, and Priya fingered Anjali.
Anjali's skills shone—during another blowjob, she hummed lewdly, eyes locked, swallowing every drop after showing it off. Riding him, she bounced with expert rhythm, hands on his chest, nails digging as she came, pussy flooding him.
Priya's desperation peaked; while Vinay focused on Anjali's ass, Priya licked everywhere—his back, armpits, feet—then zeroed on his nipples, biting gently, and his balls, sucking them into her mouth as he thrust.
Finally, exhausted, they came together: Vinay buried in Anjali's pussy, Priya tribbing against them, all three shuddering in orgasm. Cum leaked from Anjali, who scooped it up, feeding it to Priya in a messy kiss, their tongues sharing the salty load.
In the afterglow, Anjali's arrogance softened to sweetness, stroking Vinay's hair. 'You're ours, thammudu.' Priya, tension eased, nuzzled his neck, her love reaffirmed. The trio slept entwined, bodies marked by bites and scratches, the air thick with the scent of sex—a testament to their tangled, insatiable bonds.
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