06-12-2025, 01:11 AM
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## Update 185 A: Final Round Before Sleep (Avi and Kiran)
After completing the second round of sex, I finally allowed Kiran to go to the bathroom. Kiran returned about thirty minutes later, her movements slow but deliberate. She was refreshed, readying herself for the third, final round of sex.
I pulled her onto the bed and moved into position, restarting the relentless cycle. The alarm clock, set for the five-minute interval, immediately controlled the pace. I decided to start this third, demanding round with an innovative position to maximize her pleasure and test her limits.
I sat up, propping my back against the firm headboard, and pulled Kiran onto my lap. She sat on me, facing away from me, straddling my hips. I carefully guided my lund to her choot, waiting until she was fully ready before pushing. She accepted the full length of me with a sharp intake of breath. The deep angle of my seated position immediately filled her, stretching her choot in a new way.
I secured my hold, wrapping my arms firmly around her hips and lower waist.
She started to ride, beginning her movements with slow, deliberate circular grinds. These motions brought the thick shaft of my lund deep inside her, working against my root. Her hips moved in mesmerizing, hypnotic patterns. Her eyes were closed, her face showing the effort and mounting pleasure. Every smooth rotation of her hips sent a thick, heavy wave of sensation through my lund. The wet heat of her choot clenched and released around me with the rhythm, making my muscles tense and coil. This was a slow, agonizingly pleasurable burn for both of us, building pressure without immediate release.
I gripped her hips to control the movement, pushing up from below, meeting her descending motion with controlled power. The collision was intensely focused and deep. I held her tight, feeling her body shudder with the increasing pressure. Just as the rhythm found its peak, the shrill beep of the alarm clock cut through the air.
I stopped her motion instantly. My hands released her hips, and I pulled my lund out with a loud, wet sound.
Kiran cried out, a sound of pure frustration. She collapsed forward, resting her forehead on my shoulder, breathing in ragged, shallow gasps.
I quickly maneuvered her off my lap. I guided her to stand, taking her hands and leaning them against the bedside table for support. I stood behind her and positioned my lund for her gaand. The sight of her gaand pressed back against me, her body bowed slightly, was intensely arousing. I gripped her hips and pushed inside her tight passage. The friction was immediate, demanding, and overwhelming.
I started a fast, punishing rhythm. Her hips pushed back against me, matching my force, though her legs were shaking with exhaustion. The pleasure was too strong to allow her to stop moving. I watched the muscles in her back and thighs strain under the effort as I drove into her. Her low, guttural moans were swallowed by the confined space of the room.
I reached forward, gripping her shoulders tightly, using the pressure to steady her shaking body as I increased the speed of my thrusts. I slowed the pace then, allowing her a moment to adjust to the depth and crushing pressure of my lund. I used one hand to sweep back her hair, then gripped a handful of the strands near the root, pulling gently but firmly to increase the arch in her back. This harsh treatment exposed her neck and made the position feel more submissive.
My other hand dropped lower, finding her breasts where they hung heavy and soft in her bending position. I squeezed the flesh roughly, kneading them while continuing the hard, relentless fucking. The pain from the grip mixed with the deep pleasure from the penetration.
She bucked back violently against me, her movement desperate. I was pushing her beyond her strength now, forcing her body to meet my demands. I felt the final, irresistible wave of my own climax rising, cresting quickly due to the rapid, deep thrusting. I gave three final, deep thrusts, sinking my lund as far as it could go, keeping a merciless grip on her hair and breasts.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! The alarm rang.
With the final, powerful thrust, I pulled out, releasing my semen with a powerful spasm directly onto her lower back and the curve of her gaand. The sensation of release was immediate and intense, leaving me gasping for air. My head swam from the sudden rush of the climax. A powerful wave of exhaustion crashed over me, leaving my legs feeling heavy and weak.
Kiran stumbled, unable to support her own weight, and fell back onto the bed, landing softly on the mattress, completely finished.
She lay panting, unable to move, having pushed herself to the limit for the third time. I looked down at her still form. Her choot was slick, reflecting the dull light, shining with sweat and my own liquid. The sight was too much for my lingering senses. I felt a powerful, possessive urge, a final spike of hunger, to taste her one last time before resting.
I lowered my head immediately. I pushed my face into her lower body, my tongue finding the source of the glistening heat. I began to lick her choot completely clean. I ran my tongue across the sensitive folds, licking away the mix of her sweat, the remnants of our recent fucking, and her own sweet wetness. The taste was sharp and intoxicating, a final, raw taste of victory and exhaustion. I was thorough, using the tip and flat of my tongue to search every curve and fold until the skin felt smooth and clean beneath my mouth. I kept licking until I had taken every last drop.
Kiran lay still during this final act, her body giving only small, spent twitches of residual pleasure. When I finally pulled back, satisfied, she slowly reached out for me. She reached for my lund, which was still damp and sticky from the recent release.
She took my lund into her hands. Her tongue emerged, running along the shaft, starting her slow, deep cleaning. She used her mouth and tongue to wash away every bit of semen residue and sweat. She licked the sensitive tip, carefully drawing out the final lingering drops. She was precise, treating my lund with the same exhaustive care and hunger I had just shown her choot. She sucked deeply, pulling my lund far back into her throat, rinsing the memory of the past hour away. She focused on the underside, licking the sensitive ridge, then returned to the tip, her lips working gently.
When she finally released me, my lund felt completely clean, smooth, and slightly sensitive again. We looked at each other, the silence between us heavy with shared physical satisfaction and deep fatigue.
I wanted to go for one more round. The feeling of her mouth on me had sparked a small, renewed pressure in my groin. But seeing her utterly exhausted condition—her breathing shallow, her limbs lax—and remembering my intense plans for tomorrow—the game with Heena and Soniya required me to be sharp and rested—I stopped.
Three rounds of sex was certainly enough. We were both completely drained by the violent, prolonged fucking. We fell into a deep, heavy sleep from pure exhaustion.
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After completing the second round of sex, I finally allowed Kiran to go to the bathroom. Kiran returned about thirty minutes later, her movements slow but deliberate. She was refreshed, readying herself for the third, final round of sex.
I pulled her onto the bed and moved into position, restarting the relentless cycle. The alarm clock, set for the five-minute interval, immediately controlled the pace. I decided to start this third, demanding round with an innovative position to maximize her pleasure and test her limits.
I sat up, propping my back against the firm headboard, and pulled Kiran onto my lap. She sat on me, facing away from me, straddling my hips. I carefully guided my lund to her choot, waiting until she was fully ready before pushing. She accepted the full length of me with a sharp intake of breath. The deep angle of my seated position immediately filled her, stretching her choot in a new way.
I secured my hold, wrapping my arms firmly around her hips and lower waist.
She started to ride, beginning her movements with slow, deliberate circular grinds. These motions brought the thick shaft of my lund deep inside her, working against my root. Her hips moved in mesmerizing, hypnotic patterns. Her eyes were closed, her face showing the effort and mounting pleasure. Every smooth rotation of her hips sent a thick, heavy wave of sensation through my lund. The wet heat of her choot clenched and released around me with the rhythm, making my muscles tense and coil. This was a slow, agonizingly pleasurable burn for both of us, building pressure without immediate release.
I gripped her hips to control the movement, pushing up from below, meeting her descending motion with controlled power. The collision was intensely focused and deep. I held her tight, feeling her body shudder with the increasing pressure. Just as the rhythm found its peak, the shrill beep of the alarm clock cut through the air.
I stopped her motion instantly. My hands released her hips, and I pulled my lund out with a loud, wet sound.
Kiran cried out, a sound of pure frustration. She collapsed forward, resting her forehead on my shoulder, breathing in ragged, shallow gasps.
I quickly maneuvered her off my lap. I guided her to stand, taking her hands and leaning them against the bedside table for support. I stood behind her and positioned my lund for her gaand. The sight of her gaand pressed back against me, her body bowed slightly, was intensely arousing. I gripped her hips and pushed inside her tight passage. The friction was immediate, demanding, and overwhelming.
I started a fast, punishing rhythm. Her hips pushed back against me, matching my force, though her legs were shaking with exhaustion. The pleasure was too strong to allow her to stop moving. I watched the muscles in her back and thighs strain under the effort as I drove into her. Her low, guttural moans were swallowed by the confined space of the room.
I reached forward, gripping her shoulders tightly, using the pressure to steady her shaking body as I increased the speed of my thrusts. I slowed the pace then, allowing her a moment to adjust to the depth and crushing pressure of my lund. I used one hand to sweep back her hair, then gripped a handful of the strands near the root, pulling gently but firmly to increase the arch in her back. This harsh treatment exposed her neck and made the position feel more submissive.
My other hand dropped lower, finding her breasts where they hung heavy and soft in her bending position. I squeezed the flesh roughly, kneading them while continuing the hard, relentless fucking. The pain from the grip mixed with the deep pleasure from the penetration.
She bucked back violently against me, her movement desperate. I was pushing her beyond her strength now, forcing her body to meet my demands. I felt the final, irresistible wave of my own climax rising, cresting quickly due to the rapid, deep thrusting. I gave three final, deep thrusts, sinking my lund as far as it could go, keeping a merciless grip on her hair and breasts.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! The alarm rang.
With the final, powerful thrust, I pulled out, releasing my semen with a powerful spasm directly onto her lower back and the curve of her gaand. The sensation of release was immediate and intense, leaving me gasping for air. My head swam from the sudden rush of the climax. A powerful wave of exhaustion crashed over me, leaving my legs feeling heavy and weak.
Kiran stumbled, unable to support her own weight, and fell back onto the bed, landing softly on the mattress, completely finished.
She lay panting, unable to move, having pushed herself to the limit for the third time. I looked down at her still form. Her choot was slick, reflecting the dull light, shining with sweat and my own liquid. The sight was too much for my lingering senses. I felt a powerful, possessive urge, a final spike of hunger, to taste her one last time before resting.
I lowered my head immediately. I pushed my face into her lower body, my tongue finding the source of the glistening heat. I began to lick her choot completely clean. I ran my tongue across the sensitive folds, licking away the mix of her sweat, the remnants of our recent fucking, and her own sweet wetness. The taste was sharp and intoxicating, a final, raw taste of victory and exhaustion. I was thorough, using the tip and flat of my tongue to search every curve and fold until the skin felt smooth and clean beneath my mouth. I kept licking until I had taken every last drop.
Kiran lay still during this final act, her body giving only small, spent twitches of residual pleasure. When I finally pulled back, satisfied, she slowly reached out for me. She reached for my lund, which was still damp and sticky from the recent release.
She took my lund into her hands. Her tongue emerged, running along the shaft, starting her slow, deep cleaning. She used her mouth and tongue to wash away every bit of semen residue and sweat. She licked the sensitive tip, carefully drawing out the final lingering drops. She was precise, treating my lund with the same exhaustive care and hunger I had just shown her choot. She sucked deeply, pulling my lund far back into her throat, rinsing the memory of the past hour away. She focused on the underside, licking the sensitive ridge, then returned to the tip, her lips working gently.
When she finally released me, my lund felt completely clean, smooth, and slightly sensitive again. We looked at each other, the silence between us heavy with shared physical satisfaction and deep fatigue.
I wanted to go for one more round. The feeling of her mouth on me had sparked a small, renewed pressure in my groin. But seeing her utterly exhausted condition—her breathing shallow, her limbs lax—and remembering my intense plans for tomorrow—the game with Heena and Soniya required me to be sharp and rested—I stopped.
Three rounds of sex was certainly enough. We were both completely drained by the violent, prolonged fucking. We fell into a deep, heavy sleep from pure exhaustion.
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