28-11-2025, 11:09 AM
Chapter 108:
The backseat of Mohan's Maruti was a cocoon of shadows, the moonlight spilling through the windows, casting faint glints on the leather. Nivi's breath trembled, her lips still tingling from their broken kiss, her eyes locked with Mohan's, his gaze wild with hunger.
Her body was a furnace, the weekend's pent-up craving—sharp and relentless—pulsing in her core, her pussy wet and aching for release. Mohan's chest heaved, his hands lingering on her hips, the air thick with their shared heat, the car a private world cut off from Coimbatore's fading hum.
She couldn't hold back. Leaning in, her control fraying, Nivi kissed him again, her lips crashing against his with raw passion. Her tongue sought his, deep and desperate, her hands gripping his shoulders, nails digging into his shirt. Mohan groaned into her mouth, his fingers tightening on her waist, pulling her closer. Her desire surged, a wildfire, and she climbed onto his lap, straddling him, her thighs pressing against his.
The seat creaked beneath them, her weight settling, her pussy rubbing against the hard bulge in his pants through her navy leggings, a jolt of pleasure shooting through her.
Mohan understood her need, his kiss growing fiercer, his tongue tangling with hers, hungry and unyielding. His hands roamed up her back, fingers brushing the teal kurta's soft fabric, his touch electric on her skin.
He broke the kiss just enough to tug the kurta upward, the material whispering as it slid over her head, leaving her in her bra, her breasts heaving, nipples straining against the lace. His eyes darkened, raking over her chest, and he reached for the bra clasp, fingers fumbling with intent.
Nivi's breath hitched, her body arching into him, but she caught his hand, her voice shaky.
“Not the bra,” she said, her control a thin thread.
“Too much.” She slid the straps aside herself, pulling the cups down, her breasts spilling free, nipples hard and sensitive in the cool air.
“Just… play with them,” she whispered, her eyes meeting his, a mix of command and raw need, her chest rising with each breath.
Mohan's groan was guttural, his hands cupping her breasts, thumbs grazing her nipples, sending sparks through her.
“Fuck, Nivi, these are perfect,” he murmured, his voice rough, his eyes fixed on her exposed curves. He pinched lightly, rolling her nipples between his fingers, and she gasped, her pussy clenching. They kissed again, her on his lap, their bodies rubbing—her hips grinding against his cock, his hands kneading her breasts, teasing her sensitive peaks. Nivi moaned into his mouth, her pussy flooding, soaking her panty and leggings, the friction against his bulge teasing her clit, driving her wild.
His hand slid lower, between their bodies, fingers tracing her thigh, then higher, brushing the damp spot on her leggings. He pulled back from the kiss, his grin dirty, his voice low.
“Damn, Nivi, you're fucking soaked. This pussy's crying for me, isn't it?” His words hit her like a spark, shyness flooding her cheeks, but her body trembled with want, her thighs quivering under his touch.
She bit her lip, her hips still rocking, the heat overwhelming.
“Mohan,” she whispered, her voice half-protest, half-plea, but he shifted, lifting her gently, laying her back on the seat. The leather was cool against her bare back, her breasts exposed, nipples peaking in the air. Mohan hovered over her, his eyes ravenous, and hooked his fingers into her leggings' waistband, tugging slowly. Nivi's mind screamed to resist, to hold control, but her body betrayed her, her hips lifting slightly, letting him slide the navy leggings down with her panty, exposing her slick pussy, the air cool on her wet folds.
He stared, his breath ragged, a filthy grin spreading.
“Look at this, Nivi—your pussy's dripping like a fucking river. All this for me? So wet, so ready.” His voice was crude, teasing, making her squirm, her cheeks burning with shy heat, her thighs trembling as she tried to close them.
“Don't say that,” she murmured, her voice weak, her hands gripping the seat, but her body didn't listen, her legs parting slightly under his gaze. Mohan chuckled, his hands warm on her thighs, spreading them gently, his breath hot on her skin.
“Can't help it—you're too fucking tempting,” he said, his voice a growl, his eyes locked on her glistening folds.
He lowered his head, kissing her inner thigh, his lips soft but teasing, his tongue tracing a slow path upward, making her gasp.
“Gonna taste you now,” he murmured, his breath warm on her pussy, and he licked, his tongue flat and broad, dragging from bottom to top, savoring her wetness. Nivi moaned, her back arching, her hands fisting the leather, the sensation overwhelming.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” he growled, his tongue delving deeper, licking her folds, circling her swollen clit with slow, deliberate swirls.
Her hips bucked, her pussy clenching, the pleasure sharp.
“Mohan, oh god,” she gasped, her voice breaking, as he sucked her clit gently, his lips wrapping around it, teasing with light flicks. He lapped at her, his tongue hungry, dipping inside her, tasting her fully, the wet sounds filling the car, obscene and thrilling.
“So fucking wet,” he murmured against her, his voice muffled, his hands holding her thighs wide, fingers digging into her soft skin.
“This pussy's begging to cum, isn't it? All slick and needy for my mouth.”
Nivi's moans grew louder, her breasts heaving, nipples tight in the cool air. His dirty talk sent shivers through her, her shyness fading under the heat, her body surrendering. He licked faster, his tongue relentless, swirling her clit, then sucking hard, his lips tugging gently.
“Look at you, dripping all over me,” he said, pulling back to grin, his lips glistening with her juices.
“Bet you've been wet all day, thinking about this, huh?” His words were filthy, his eyes dark, and he dove back in, his tongue plunging into her, fucking her slowly, then returning to her clit with quick, precise flicks.
She writhed, her hips grinding against his mouth, the pleasure building, her pussy flooding his tongue.
“Mohan, please,” she whimpered, her voice desperate, her hands reaching down to grip his hair, urging him on. He groaned, the vibration sending a jolt through her, and slid one finger inside her, curling it to hit that spot, his tongue never stopping.
“Gonna make you cum so hard,” he murmured, his finger pumping slowly, then faster, matching his tongue's rhythm on her clit.
“This pussy's mine tonight—fuck, it's so tight, so wet.”
Nivi's body tensed, the pressure coiling tight, her moans filling the car. He added a second finger, stretching her slightly, his tongue swirling faster, sucking her clit with just enough pressure.
“Cum for me, Nivi,” he growled, his voice rough, his fingers thrusting deeper, his tongue relentless.
“Let this pussy soak my mouth—give it to me.” His dirty words pushed her over, her body shuddering, a sharp cry escaping as her orgasm crashed through her, her pussy pulsing, juices spilling onto his tongue, her thighs trembling around his head.
Mohan lapped it up, his tongue gentle now, drawing out her climax, his fingers slowing inside her, feeling her clench.
“Fuck, that's it,” he murmured, his lips brushing her sensitive folds, savoring every drop.
“You came so hard, Nivi—so fucking good.” His voice was low, satisfied, his breath warm on her skin as he kissed her inner thigh, then up her stomach, lingering on her exposed breasts, his tongue flicking her nipple once, making her gasp.
Nivi's body hummed, her pussy still tingling, her chest heaving. She reached down, her hands shaky, and pulled him up, her eyes hazy with satisfaction. She kissed him, deep and hungry, tasting herself on his lips, her hands cupping his face, the car filled with their ragged breaths. The moonlight glinting off the windows, their kiss sealing the heat of the night, her body sated but still alive with possibility.
The backseat of Mohan's Maruti was a cocoon of shadows, the moonlight spilling through the windows, casting faint glints on the leather. Nivi's breath trembled, her lips still tingling from their broken kiss, her eyes locked with Mohan's, his gaze wild with hunger.
Her body was a furnace, the weekend's pent-up craving—sharp and relentless—pulsing in her core, her pussy wet and aching for release. Mohan's chest heaved, his hands lingering on her hips, the air thick with their shared heat, the car a private world cut off from Coimbatore's fading hum.
She couldn't hold back. Leaning in, her control fraying, Nivi kissed him again, her lips crashing against his with raw passion. Her tongue sought his, deep and desperate, her hands gripping his shoulders, nails digging into his shirt. Mohan groaned into her mouth, his fingers tightening on her waist, pulling her closer. Her desire surged, a wildfire, and she climbed onto his lap, straddling him, her thighs pressing against his.
The seat creaked beneath them, her weight settling, her pussy rubbing against the hard bulge in his pants through her navy leggings, a jolt of pleasure shooting through her.
Mohan understood her need, his kiss growing fiercer, his tongue tangling with hers, hungry and unyielding. His hands roamed up her back, fingers brushing the teal kurta's soft fabric, his touch electric on her skin.
He broke the kiss just enough to tug the kurta upward, the material whispering as it slid over her head, leaving her in her bra, her breasts heaving, nipples straining against the lace. His eyes darkened, raking over her chest, and he reached for the bra clasp, fingers fumbling with intent.
Nivi's breath hitched, her body arching into him, but she caught his hand, her voice shaky.
“Not the bra,” she said, her control a thin thread.
“Too much.” She slid the straps aside herself, pulling the cups down, her breasts spilling free, nipples hard and sensitive in the cool air.
“Just… play with them,” she whispered, her eyes meeting his, a mix of command and raw need, her chest rising with each breath.
Mohan's groan was guttural, his hands cupping her breasts, thumbs grazing her nipples, sending sparks through her.
“Fuck, Nivi, these are perfect,” he murmured, his voice rough, his eyes fixed on her exposed curves. He pinched lightly, rolling her nipples between his fingers, and she gasped, her pussy clenching. They kissed again, her on his lap, their bodies rubbing—her hips grinding against his cock, his hands kneading her breasts, teasing her sensitive peaks. Nivi moaned into his mouth, her pussy flooding, soaking her panty and leggings, the friction against his bulge teasing her clit, driving her wild.
His hand slid lower, between their bodies, fingers tracing her thigh, then higher, brushing the damp spot on her leggings. He pulled back from the kiss, his grin dirty, his voice low.
“Damn, Nivi, you're fucking soaked. This pussy's crying for me, isn't it?” His words hit her like a spark, shyness flooding her cheeks, but her body trembled with want, her thighs quivering under his touch.
She bit her lip, her hips still rocking, the heat overwhelming.
“Mohan,” she whispered, her voice half-protest, half-plea, but he shifted, lifting her gently, laying her back on the seat. The leather was cool against her bare back, her breasts exposed, nipples peaking in the air. Mohan hovered over her, his eyes ravenous, and hooked his fingers into her leggings' waistband, tugging slowly. Nivi's mind screamed to resist, to hold control, but her body betrayed her, her hips lifting slightly, letting him slide the navy leggings down with her panty, exposing her slick pussy, the air cool on her wet folds.
He stared, his breath ragged, a filthy grin spreading.
“Look at this, Nivi—your pussy's dripping like a fucking river. All this for me? So wet, so ready.” His voice was crude, teasing, making her squirm, her cheeks burning with shy heat, her thighs trembling as she tried to close them.
“Don't say that,” she murmured, her voice weak, her hands gripping the seat, but her body didn't listen, her legs parting slightly under his gaze. Mohan chuckled, his hands warm on her thighs, spreading them gently, his breath hot on her skin.
“Can't help it—you're too fucking tempting,” he said, his voice a growl, his eyes locked on her glistening folds.
He lowered his head, kissing her inner thigh, his lips soft but teasing, his tongue tracing a slow path upward, making her gasp.
“Gonna taste you now,” he murmured, his breath warm on her pussy, and he licked, his tongue flat and broad, dragging from bottom to top, savoring her wetness. Nivi moaned, her back arching, her hands fisting the leather, the sensation overwhelming.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” he growled, his tongue delving deeper, licking her folds, circling her swollen clit with slow, deliberate swirls.
Her hips bucked, her pussy clenching, the pleasure sharp.
“Mohan, oh god,” she gasped, her voice breaking, as he sucked her clit gently, his lips wrapping around it, teasing with light flicks. He lapped at her, his tongue hungry, dipping inside her, tasting her fully, the wet sounds filling the car, obscene and thrilling.
“So fucking wet,” he murmured against her, his voice muffled, his hands holding her thighs wide, fingers digging into her soft skin.
“This pussy's begging to cum, isn't it? All slick and needy for my mouth.”
Nivi's moans grew louder, her breasts heaving, nipples tight in the cool air. His dirty talk sent shivers through her, her shyness fading under the heat, her body surrendering. He licked faster, his tongue relentless, swirling her clit, then sucking hard, his lips tugging gently.
“Look at you, dripping all over me,” he said, pulling back to grin, his lips glistening with her juices.
“Bet you've been wet all day, thinking about this, huh?” His words were filthy, his eyes dark, and he dove back in, his tongue plunging into her, fucking her slowly, then returning to her clit with quick, precise flicks.
She writhed, her hips grinding against his mouth, the pleasure building, her pussy flooding his tongue.
“Mohan, please,” she whimpered, her voice desperate, her hands reaching down to grip his hair, urging him on. He groaned, the vibration sending a jolt through her, and slid one finger inside her, curling it to hit that spot, his tongue never stopping.
“Gonna make you cum so hard,” he murmured, his finger pumping slowly, then faster, matching his tongue's rhythm on her clit.
“This pussy's mine tonight—fuck, it's so tight, so wet.”
Nivi's body tensed, the pressure coiling tight, her moans filling the car. He added a second finger, stretching her slightly, his tongue swirling faster, sucking her clit with just enough pressure.
“Cum for me, Nivi,” he growled, his voice rough, his fingers thrusting deeper, his tongue relentless.
“Let this pussy soak my mouth—give it to me.” His dirty words pushed her over, her body shuddering, a sharp cry escaping as her orgasm crashed through her, her pussy pulsing, juices spilling onto his tongue, her thighs trembling around his head.
Mohan lapped it up, his tongue gentle now, drawing out her climax, his fingers slowing inside her, feeling her clench.
“Fuck, that's it,” he murmured, his lips brushing her sensitive folds, savoring every drop.
“You came so hard, Nivi—so fucking good.” His voice was low, satisfied, his breath warm on her skin as he kissed her inner thigh, then up her stomach, lingering on her exposed breasts, his tongue flicking her nipple once, making her gasp.
Nivi's body hummed, her pussy still tingling, her chest heaving. She reached down, her hands shaky, and pulled him up, her eyes hazy with satisfaction. She kissed him, deep and hungry, tasting herself on his lips, her hands cupping his face, the car filled with their ragged breaths. The moonlight glinting off the windows, their kiss sealing the heat of the night, her body sated but still alive with possibility.
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