22-11-2025, 08:04 AM
Dattu pulled away from Devika's lips, his breath ragged against her skin. His weathered hands gripped her waist as he tilted his head, nostrils flaring as he inhaled deeply along the curve of her neck. The intoxicating blend of jasmine perfume and her natural scent overwhelmed him.
"Your smell," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "Better than anything."
His lips descended on her neck, no longer tentative but hungry and demanding. He sucked at the tender skin, drawing it between his teeth with careful pressure. Devika's head fell back, a soft moan escaping her parted lips.
Behind her, Vishnu seized the opportunity, his mouth finding the opposite side of her neck. Father and son worked in tandem, their lips creating twin points of exquisite sensation. The dual assault made Devika cry out, her body arching between them as they marked her pale skin with matching passion.
"Oh god," she gasped, her voice barely recognizable to her own ears. "What are you doing to me?"
Neither man answered with words. Dattu's hardness pressed insistently against her waist through the thin fabric of her petticoat, the rigid length a testament to his arousal. His hands roamed her sides, mapping the contours of her body as if committing every curve to memory.
Suddenly, Dattu broke away from her neck. His movements deliberate, he lowered himself to his knees before her, his face level with her exposed midriff. His eyes widened as he gazed at the gentle swell of her stomach, the dip of her navel, the soft curve where her petticoat began.
Behind her, Vishnu continued his assault on her senses, his lips trailing from her neck to her bare shoulders. His teeth grazed the thin strap of her bra, tugging it slightly before releasing it to snap gently against her skin. Each tiny sting sent shivers cascading down Devika's spine.
"Such beautiful shoulders," Vishnu whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "So soft."
Kneeling before her, Dattu spread his calloused hands across her waist, his fingers spanning her midriff with reverent pressure. His thumbs traced the curve of her hip bones, following the indentation where muscle met bone.
"Look at these curves," he exclaimed, his voice thick with admiration. "Like a film actress. Such sexy hips." His rough fingers contrasted sharply with the softness of her skin, the juxtaposition heightening every sensation.
"No one has ever touched me like this," Devika admitted, her voice barely audible above their collective breathing.
Dattu leaned forward, burying his face against her stomach. His beard scratched lightly against her sensitive skin as he inhaled deeply, drawing her scent into his lungs. He rubbed his cheeks against her midriff, his eyes closing in bliss at the silken texture beneath his weathered face.
"So soft," he murmured against her skin. "Like touching heaven."
Vishnu, unwilling to be forgotten, titled Devika's head backward and claimed her lips in a demanding kiss. His tongue plunged into her mouth, exploring its depths with youthful urgency. She responded instinctively, her tongue meeting his, tasting the sweetness of chocolate cake still lingering from earlier.
Below, Dattu's attention focused on her navel—that small, perfect depression that had captivated him since first seeing her. He pressed a gentle kiss to the sensitive hollow, his breath warming the skin around it. The tenderness lasted only a moment before hunger overtook him.
His mouth opened against her navel, tongue delving inside with sudden urgency. Dattu kissed her there as passionately as he had kissed her lips, his mouth working against the sensitive depression with increasing fervor.
"Ah!" Devika cried out against Vishnu's lips, the unexpected intensity of sensation making her knees buckle. Her hands flew to Dattu's head, fingers tangling in his graying hair, neither pulling him away nor pushing him closer—simply holding on as waves of pleasure radiated from her core.
Encouraged by her response, Dattu intensified his attention. His tongue circled the rim of her navel before plunging inside again, mimicking a more intimate act. He sucked strongly at the delicate hollow, drawing the skin between his lips, creating a vacuum that pulled at her most sensitive nerves.
The unexpected pleasure was almost too much. Devika's fingers tightened in his hair, her body trembling between the two men. "Dattu," she gasped, breaking away from Vishnu's kiss. "I never knew... my navel could feel like this."
Dattu responded by grazing his teeth against the skin surrounding her navel, delivering gentle nips that balanced precariously between pleasure and pain. Each tiny bite sent jolts of electricity through her body, connecting her navel directly to the throbbing heat between her thighs.
"Father knows how to make a woman feel good," Vishnu murmured in her ear, his hands moving to cup her breasts through her bra. "Let him worship you."
Dattu continued his devoted attention, his mouth never leaving her midriff as his hands slid lower, fingers hooking into the waistband of her petticoat. He tugged gently, a question in the gesture. Devika's hands remained in his hair, neither stopping nor encouraging him, her body caught in a whirlwind of sensation.
"Your navel is so deep," Dattu whispered against her skin between kisses. "Perfect for my tongue." He demonstrated his meaning by stiffening his tongue and probing deeper into the hollow, the intimate invasion making Devika gasp.
Her head fell back against Vishnu's shoulder, her throat exposed like an offering. Vishnu immediately claimed the vulnerable flesh, his teeth scbanging gently along the column of her neck while his hands continued kneading her breasts with increasing pressure.
"Please," Devika moaned, though what she was begging for, she couldn't articulate. More? Release? For them to stop? Her body and mind seemed disconnected, her senses overwhelmed by their dual assault.
Dattu's mouth traveled lower, teeth grazing the soft swell below her navel, the sensitive area just above where her petticoat began. His beard scratched deliciously against her tender skin as he explored every inch of her exposed midriff.
"I've dreamed of this," he confessed against her stomach. "Every night since I first saw you." His confession vibrated against her flesh, sending tremors through her core.
"Both of us have," Vishnu added, his voice husky with desire. "Father and son, wanting the same woman."
The words should have shocked her, should have broken the spell, but instead, they fueled the fire building inside. To be wanted so desperately, so completely by two men—father and son united in their desire for her—was intoxicating after months of Rajeevan's casual disregard.
Devika's hands tightened in Dattu's hair, guiding his mouth back to her navel. "More," she whispered, the single word both command and plea. "Don't stop."
"Your smell," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "Better than anything."
His lips descended on her neck, no longer tentative but hungry and demanding. He sucked at the tender skin, drawing it between his teeth with careful pressure. Devika's head fell back, a soft moan escaping her parted lips.
Behind her, Vishnu seized the opportunity, his mouth finding the opposite side of her neck. Father and son worked in tandem, their lips creating twin points of exquisite sensation. The dual assault made Devika cry out, her body arching between them as they marked her pale skin with matching passion.
"Oh god," she gasped, her voice barely recognizable to her own ears. "What are you doing to me?"
Neither man answered with words. Dattu's hardness pressed insistently against her waist through the thin fabric of her petticoat, the rigid length a testament to his arousal. His hands roamed her sides, mapping the contours of her body as if committing every curve to memory.
Suddenly, Dattu broke away from her neck. His movements deliberate, he lowered himself to his knees before her, his face level with her exposed midriff. His eyes widened as he gazed at the gentle swell of her stomach, the dip of her navel, the soft curve where her petticoat began.
Behind her, Vishnu continued his assault on her senses, his lips trailing from her neck to her bare shoulders. His teeth grazed the thin strap of her bra, tugging it slightly before releasing it to snap gently against her skin. Each tiny sting sent shivers cascading down Devika's spine.
"Such beautiful shoulders," Vishnu whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "So soft."
Kneeling before her, Dattu spread his calloused hands across her waist, his fingers spanning her midriff with reverent pressure. His thumbs traced the curve of her hip bones, following the indentation where muscle met bone.
"Look at these curves," he exclaimed, his voice thick with admiration. "Like a film actress. Such sexy hips." His rough fingers contrasted sharply with the softness of her skin, the juxtaposition heightening every sensation.
"No one has ever touched me like this," Devika admitted, her voice barely audible above their collective breathing.
Dattu leaned forward, burying his face against her stomach. His beard scratched lightly against her sensitive skin as he inhaled deeply, drawing her scent into his lungs. He rubbed his cheeks against her midriff, his eyes closing in bliss at the silken texture beneath his weathered face.
"So soft," he murmured against her skin. "Like touching heaven."
Vishnu, unwilling to be forgotten, titled Devika's head backward and claimed her lips in a demanding kiss. His tongue plunged into her mouth, exploring its depths with youthful urgency. She responded instinctively, her tongue meeting his, tasting the sweetness of chocolate cake still lingering from earlier.
Below, Dattu's attention focused on her navel—that small, perfect depression that had captivated him since first seeing her. He pressed a gentle kiss to the sensitive hollow, his breath warming the skin around it. The tenderness lasted only a moment before hunger overtook him.
His mouth opened against her navel, tongue delving inside with sudden urgency. Dattu kissed her there as passionately as he had kissed her lips, his mouth working against the sensitive depression with increasing fervor.
"Ah!" Devika cried out against Vishnu's lips, the unexpected intensity of sensation making her knees buckle. Her hands flew to Dattu's head, fingers tangling in his graying hair, neither pulling him away nor pushing him closer—simply holding on as waves of pleasure radiated from her core.
Encouraged by her response, Dattu intensified his attention. His tongue circled the rim of her navel before plunging inside again, mimicking a more intimate act. He sucked strongly at the delicate hollow, drawing the skin between his lips, creating a vacuum that pulled at her most sensitive nerves.
The unexpected pleasure was almost too much. Devika's fingers tightened in his hair, her body trembling between the two men. "Dattu," she gasped, breaking away from Vishnu's kiss. "I never knew... my navel could feel like this."
Dattu responded by grazing his teeth against the skin surrounding her navel, delivering gentle nips that balanced precariously between pleasure and pain. Each tiny bite sent jolts of electricity through her body, connecting her navel directly to the throbbing heat between her thighs.
"Father knows how to make a woman feel good," Vishnu murmured in her ear, his hands moving to cup her breasts through her bra. "Let him worship you."
Dattu continued his devoted attention, his mouth never leaving her midriff as his hands slid lower, fingers hooking into the waistband of her petticoat. He tugged gently, a question in the gesture. Devika's hands remained in his hair, neither stopping nor encouraging him, her body caught in a whirlwind of sensation.
"Your navel is so deep," Dattu whispered against her skin between kisses. "Perfect for my tongue." He demonstrated his meaning by stiffening his tongue and probing deeper into the hollow, the intimate invasion making Devika gasp.
Her head fell back against Vishnu's shoulder, her throat exposed like an offering. Vishnu immediately claimed the vulnerable flesh, his teeth scbanging gently along the column of her neck while his hands continued kneading her breasts with increasing pressure.
"Please," Devika moaned, though what she was begging for, she couldn't articulate. More? Release? For them to stop? Her body and mind seemed disconnected, her senses overwhelmed by their dual assault.
Dattu's mouth traveled lower, teeth grazing the soft swell below her navel, the sensitive area just above where her petticoat began. His beard scratched deliciously against her tender skin as he explored every inch of her exposed midriff.
"I've dreamed of this," he confessed against her stomach. "Every night since I first saw you." His confession vibrated against her flesh, sending tremors through her core.
"Both of us have," Vishnu added, his voice husky with desire. "Father and son, wanting the same woman."
The words should have shocked her, should have broken the spell, but instead, they fueled the fire building inside. To be wanted so desperately, so completely by two men—father and son united in their desire for her—was intoxicating after months of Rajeevan's casual disregard.
Devika's hands tightened in Dattu's hair, guiding his mouth back to her navel. "More," she whispered, the single word both command and plea. "Don't stop."
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