21-12-2025, 07:49 PM
After bringing the cake upstairs, the two of them slipped quickly into Bharath’s room and shut the door behind them.
The moment the latch clicked, Geetha set the cake on the shelf, her body still thrumming with the heat her husband had unwittingly kindled in her young student. She reached for Bharath, fingers curling around his neck, pulling him close for the kiss she craved—but he caught her face gently in his hands and held her back.
“Miss,” he said, voice low and teasing, “wash your mouth first. What exactly did you do down there, huh?”
A laugh bubbled out of her, light and embarrassed. “Oh… okay, wait.”
She disappeared into the bathroom, washing her hands, splashing cool water on her flushed face, rinsing her mouth thoroughly. While she did, Bharath pulled out his phone and started a WhatsApp video call to Chandana.
On the screen, Chandana and Vandana appeared, sitting beneath a lazily turning fan in a sunny yellow-painted room.
“Hi… where are you guys?” Bharath asked.
“Pune,” Chandana replied. “At my uncle’s house.”
“Oh… is it safe to talk?”
“Yeah, they’re all in the other room.”
Vandana leaned closer, squinting. “Hey, what’s that cream on your nose?”
“We just cut Geetha Miss’s birthday cake.”
Chandana’s eyes brightened. “Is Miss right there with you?”
At that moment Geetha stepped out of the bathroom, still drying her face. Bharath turned the phone toward her and walked over, bringing her into frame. The sight of her in that dress—sleek, daring, utterly unlike the strict teacher they knew—left both girls momentarily speechless.
“Oh wow,” Vandana breathed. “Miss looks hot!”
Geetha’s cheeks burned. She folded her arms across her chest and ducked half-behind Bharath, suddenly shy.
“The dress is amazing, Miss,” Vandana added.
Chandana grinned wickedly. “Looking at you is putting me in the mood.”
“Chi! Stop it, Chandu,” Geetha scolded, but her voice lacked any real bite.
Chandana laughed. Bharath jumped in protectively. “Hey, enough. Miss is getting uncomfortable.”
Vandana smirked. “Uncomfortable? Please. We all know this is your grand scheme, mister.”
“You thief!” Chandana chimed in. “When we begged you to meet us before we left, you couldn’t be bothered. But the second Miss calls, you come running like a thirsty puppy.”
Bharath’s grin was unrepentant. “Yes, I’ll come running. What are you going to do about it?”
He tugged Geetha forward and, right in front of the camera, pressed his lips to the soft skin of her neck. A rush of heat flooded her face; she turned scarlet.
“Hey—no, stop,” she murmured, mortified, hiding her face against his shoulder.
Chandana pretended outrage. “You villain! You just told us not to trouble Miss, and now look at you!”
Still holding the phone in one hand, Bharath lifted Geetha’s chin with the other and claimed her mouth in a slow, deliberate kiss. For a heartbeat she hesitated, then surrendered, lips parting to meet his. On the screen, Vandana and Chandana watched, giggling helplessly.
When they finally broke apart, Geetha stared up at him, eyes hazy with desire.
“You have no shame,” she whispered.
“It’s fine, Miss,” Vandana assured her. “We won’t tell a soul.”
Geetha shook her head. “This is wrong. I should be scolding both of you first. Kids these days have no fear… and now…”
Bharath silenced her with another kiss, deeper this time. “Don’t talk, Geetha,” he murmured against her lips. “Right now, you do exactly as I say.”
The use of her name—and the quiet command in his voice—stilled her completely. Chandana and Vandana exchanged wide-eyed glances; they could hardly believe that their stern teacher offered no resistance at all.
Bharath handed the phone to Geetha, then slid his arms around her waist and pulled her flush against him. In full view of the camera he squeezed her waist and grazed her neck with his teeth, nipping lightly.
“Ahhh!” The soft cry escaped her before she could stop it; her fingers tightened around the phone.
“Miss, he’s going too far,” Vandana protested playfully. “Hit the rascal!”
Obediently, Geetha gave Bharath a gentle knuckle-tap on the head. He only smiled that wicked little smile and caught her earlobe between his teeth.
“Miss,” Chandana teased, “you’re spoiling him rotten.”
“Mmm…” was all Geetha managed, tilting her head to meet Bharath’s gaze as he brushed a kiss across her cheek.
Vandana tilted her head. “Isn’t Gautham Sir out there somewhere?”
“He’s outside,” Geetha answered, voice slightly breathless.
Chandana burst out laughing. “So strict in college, and now romancing a student!”
Geetha’s face flamed again. Abruptly she ended the call and tossed the phone onto the bed.
Bharath raised an eyebrow. “Hey, what happened?”
“Was that really necessary—in front of them?” she demanded, though her tone wavered between embarrassment and lingering arousal. “Listen to what Chandu said. I can’t even look at myself. I have no shame left.”
She stepped out of his arms, muttering under her breath as she gathered her hair and tied it up with quick, slightly angry movements. “And you’re still calling me Geetha…”
“Sorry,” he said softly, reaching for her again. “Did it upset you that I used your name in front of them?”
She held up a hand to stop him. “Just go to sleep. You’re crossing every line, more and more each day.”
In one swift motion he spun her to face him, eyes locking onto hers, and pinched her waist playfully.
“Sss… move away,” she warned, but her voice trembled.
“I told you,” he said, a hint of arrogance lacing his words, “right now you do as I say.”
She feigned anger. “You little puppy, who are you to order me around?”
He leaned in until their noses brushed, his warm breath fanning across her lips. Resistance melted away; how could it not?
“Fine,” he whispered. “Then you tell me. Your puppy will do whatever you say.”
Her heart stuttered. This—this playful surrender—was what she loved most about him. She stared at him in silence, lips trembling.
“Tell me, Miss,” he coaxed. “What should I do? Go to sleep?”
His left arm circled her waist; he pulled her down onto his lap.
“Mmm…”
“Tell me…”
A helpless thought flickered through her mind: He really did lose control the moment I wore this dress.
“Don’t change the subject, Miss,” he murmured.
“But what you did in front of your husband… that was wrong.”
“Wrong or not,” he countered, voice husky, “did you like it?”
“Mmm…”
He advanced; she retreated step by step until the backs of her knees hit the bed and she sank onto the mattress. Bharath paused only long enough to retrieve the cake from the shelf near the door. He brought it to the bed, dipped his fingers into the thick chocolate cream, and smeared a generous streak across her throat.
Then he pounced—like a tiger claiming its prey—pinning her beneath him and fastening his mouth over the sweet trail.
“Ahhh!” Geetha’s passionate cry filled the room as her hands flew to his shoulders.
He licked the chocolate from her skin slowly, savoring it, his cool tongue sending shivers through her. She closed her eyes, biting her lower lip, body arching toward every stroke.
“Mmm… tell me, Miss,” he whispered between licks. “What should I do?”
“Do whatever you want,” she breathed.
“No… I should do what you say, remember?”
He traced another lick up her throat.
“Mmm… the cream will ruin the bed.”
“I don’t care.”
He painted her lips with chocolate like forbidden lipstick, then captured her upper lip between his teeth. Geetha moaned sweetly, sucking gently in response, their breaths mingling hot and urgent.
Bharath rose to his knees and stripped off his T-shirt in one fluid motion, tossing it aside. Geetha followed, kneeling to meet him, hands gripping his bare shoulders as she sought his mouth again. His palm pressed firmly against her back, crushing her to him, chest to chest, while he devoured her lips with unrestrained hunger.
She tangled her fingers in his hair and climbed fully into his lap, straddling his thighs. His hardness strained against his pajama bottoms, pressing warmly between her legs. Thigh against thigh, she rocked slowly, savoring the delicious friction, then rained kisses across his face.
“Mmm…” she sighed against his skin. “Grab the cake.”
Bharath grabbed the cake with one hand and set it beside them on the rumpled bedsheet. Geetha dipped her right index finger deep into the velvety chocolate frosting, scooping up a thick, cool dollop that clung sweetly to her skin. With a wicked sparkle in her dark eyes, she trailed it slowly across his bare chest, the cream leaving a glossy, chilled streak against his heated flesh. Then she leaned down, her warm breath ghosting over him first, before her soft tongue swept in a deliberate, languid arc, licking the sweetness away. The wet heat of her mouth sent a sharp, electric jolt racing through Bharath’s body, every nerve ending igniting as he shuddered beneath her.
“Ooh, Miss!” he gasped, the words tumbling out on a ragged exhale.
“Stay like that,” she whispered, her voice a low, sultry command that vibrated against his skin.
“Mmm…” He leaned back, palms pressing into the mattress behind him, his muscles taut as he surrendered to the exquisite torment.
Geetha traced slow, teasing circles around his nipple with her cream-slick finger, the cool frosting contrasting deliciously with the feverish throb of desire spiking through him. She followed the path with her plush, rosy lips—kissing, then licking his left nipple with deliberate swirls of her tongue—before catching it gently between her teeth and tugging.
“Miss…!” he cried out, voice cracking with raw need.
She pulled a fraction harder, the sharp pleasure-pain making him arch. “Did you listen when you bit me? Mmm…” She cut off his reply with a deep, devouring kiss, her lips tasting of rich chocolate and faint salt.
Bharath’s fingers knotted in the silken strands of her hair. He lifted her face, smeared a generous streak of cream along the soft curve of her left cheek, and lapped it away with slow, savoring strokes—his tongue warm and insistent, relishing the mingled flavors of cocoa and her flawless skin.
“I’ll eat the whole cake like this,” he murmured huskily against her cheek, his breath hot and uneven.
“Mmm… but I didn’t like you video-calling them,” Geetha said, her tone laced with lingering reproach even as her body melted against his. “They’ll think badly of me, saying I’m like this with a student.”
He wrapped her in a fierce hug, skin sliding against skin. “It’s okay, Miss. It’s just Chandu. Miss, you should be the one to arrange my first night with Chandu.”
“No! What are you saying?” she protested, though her voice wavered with reluctant intrigue.
“Yes, Miss. I want to be with you in front of Chandu.”
“Fie! That’s disgusting. Those are crazy ideas.”
His mouth found the slender column of her neck, tongue tracing wet, open-mouthed trails as he made soft, greedy slurping sounds. “Mmm… slurp… you have to agree, Miss. Chandu wants to see. She told me on the phone at the falls that day; that’s why I called her just now.”
“No… it’s not right,” she breathed, but the protest sounded fragile, half-hearted.
“It will be good. I’ll video-call and do it in front of her.”
“No…”
He pulled back just enough to lock eyes with her, the air between them thick with tension. “No?”
“No…” she repeated, coy and breathless, shaking her head as a shy flush bloomed across her cheeks.
With playful mischief, he nipped the tender flesh of her shoulder, teeth grazing just hard enough to sting sweetly.
“Aaah… no!” she yelped, the sound dissolving into laughter laced with desire.
“She wants to see.”
“Don’t do crazy things.”
She shifted deliberately on his lap, settling her warmth directly over the rigid length straining beneath his clothes. Slowly, sensuously, she began to sway—back and forth—grinding with a rhythm that drew a low hiss from her lips.
“Sss… stop talking and do this,” she urged, voice husky and trembling.
“Ooh, wait, Miss… there’s still time for that.”
“I’m getting wet,” she confessed in a throaty whisper, the words sending a fresh surge of heat through him.
“The whole night is ahead of us. Wait.”
He seized the cake once more and lavished thick smears of frosting across her beautiful face—over her high cheekbones, the slope of her nose, her full lips—until she wore a decadent mask of dark chocolate that began to warm and melt against her flushed skin.
“Why did you do this?” she asked, giggling helplessly, the sound light and intoxicating.
“It’s okay. Wait, I’ll eat it. Don’t move.”
“Mmm…”
He lowered his head to the soft swell of her chest, breathing her in. “Miss, I hid something from you.”
“What? Tell me,” she murmured tenderly, her fingers threading through his hair, stroking with soothing warmth.
“Before we came here, without Chandana knowing, I jumped the wall into Vandana’s room.”
“Why, boy? Is jumping walls necessary? Don’t you think about the trouble if you get caught? Anyway, what business did you have with Vandana?”
“Miss, it’s just…”
“Tell me.”
“Miss, you know I masturbate every day.”
“How many times have I told you to stop that?”
“I couldn’t help it, Miss. I can’t sleep without doing it. During tournament practice, I’d come home exhausted and fall asleep. Otherwise, I can’t sleep. That’s why I called you last night too.”
“You’ve become quite spoiled.”
“Miss, that day when I went to Vandana’s room, I wanted to have her do it. But…”
He fell silent, and Geetha’s heart stuttered, a cold flicker of dread cutting through the heat.
“Hey! Did you do something you shouldn’t have?”
“Miss…” He buried his face deeper into the plush warmth of her bosom, muffling his voice. “Don’t scold me, please… listen to the whole thing first.”
“Fine, tell me.”
“I rubbed mine against hers, and she kept saying ‘put it in, put it in’.”
Anger flared hot; Geetha’s palm cracked sharply against the back of his head.
“Did you put it in?”
“No, no…!”
“You rascal! Why do you scare me like that? Didn’t I scold you that day that doing all this is wrong? Haven’t you learned?”
“Haha… I just wanted to see what you’d say.”
“If I find out you’ve romanced those two again before this one year is over, I’ll kill you.”
“Okay… I won’t do it without telling you.”
She reached to wipe the tacky, drying cream from her cheeks, but he caught her wrist gently.
“Look, it’s drying. To hell with your craziness.”
“Haha… wait.”
Cradling the back of her head, he began to lick the cake from her face with eager, puppy-like enthusiasm—long, wet strokes of his tongue gathering the sweet, melting chocolate, tasting the subtle salt of her skin beneath.
“Where did I ever find you? Every day you come up with a new madness.”
“You’re a teacher; it’s hard for me even to find time to be with you. And in between, there’s Gautham Garu. If I married you, I’d do it in a new way every day.”
“As if anything is lacking now, you dog! You’re licking me like a dog.”
“Hahaha…!”
He lapped away every last trace until her skin glowed clean and dewy. Geetha, breathless with giggles at his antics, subtly clenched her thighs, trying to ease the insistent, throbbing ache building deep inside her.
“You said your back hurts. Why are you moving now?”
“Mmm… it’s poking me and causing a tingling sensation.”
“Shall we take off the clothes then?”
“Mmm… take them off.”
“I licked you after pouring mango juice that day, right?”
“Yes…”
“Now I’ll smear this cream and lick you all over.”
“Won’t you sleep then?”
“How can I sleep without masturbating?”
“Aha!” She gazed at him with playful affection and captured his smiling mouth in a fierce kiss.
Geetha cupped his face, sucking greedily on his lips as Bharath eased the thin straps from her shoulders. She lifted her arms willingly, the fabric whispering down her body to pool at her waist. His left hand closed gently around one full, heavy breast—the skin satin-smooth, the weight perfect in his palm—while his right hand clamped possessively at her waist. Their mouths crashed together again, tongues tangling in a messy exchange of lingering chocolate-sweet saliva. As his fingers kneaded and teased her sensitive flesh, she moaned deep into his mouth, then bit his lower lip with passionate hunger.
He retaliated in kind. “I’ll bite and eat you up.”
“Mmm… crazy dog.”
They plunged into another searing kiss. His hands squeezed the lush curve of her hips, pulling her impossibly closer as he rocked beneath her, the friction between their clothed thighs building a scorching, slippery heat. Geetha’s soft, needy whimpers—“Mmm, mmm, mmm”—filled the air, mingling with their ragged, unsynchronized breaths.
He felt the warm dampness seeping through the thin barrier of fabric between them. “Why is it getting wet?”
“I told you, take off the clothes.”
“Can I tell you one thing?”
“Hmm.”
“You’re obsessed with sex; you just don’t say it out loud.”
“Why would you say that? I’m not; you just don’t listen.”
“Oh please… doing it with two men on the same day without wanting to…”
She silenced him with a finger pressed to his swollen lips. “Chi! Stop it, don’t say that.”
Bharath nuzzled into the soft hollow of her right armpit, inhaling deeply—the intimate, musky warmth of her body mingled with faint traces of jasmine and sweat, a scent that flooded him with raw desire. A fresh wave of molten heat crashed through Geetha.
“Hah… do you know how great this smell is?”
“No, please, don’t say anything. You’re a madman, and this is a madness of yours.”
“Fine, lift your arm.”
“No way…”
“You like it, don’t you?”
“I do, but…”
“But what? Is this anything new?”
Wordlessly, she raised her arm high. His tongue swept broad, deliberate paths across the smooth, pink skin of her armpit—warm, wet, and thorough—like a bear reveling in hidden honey. Each stroke sent lightning bolts of pleasure straight to her core; she clenched her jaw against the intensity. “Sss…”
“Miss, what I wanted to say is, this smell gave me the motivation to study. I came to tuition every day just for this smell.”
She tapped his head lightly, half-scolding, half-amused. “Dirty fellow! It was all a trick. I thought you were a good boy.”
“I am good, just not with you.”
He licked upward again in one long, lavish stroke.
“Hh… lick down there instead. I’m getting an itch.”
“Oh, how can I do that? When you teach, do you teach addition, subtraction, and multiplication first and then trigonometry, matrices, and geometry, or the other way around? This is the same. I’ll eat these first, then I’ll eat that.”
While he spoke, his tongue danced quick, tickling flicks across the sensitive skin, and Geetha collapsed backward in helpless, breathless laughter.
“Ush… no, chi…!”
“Now, both arms up.”
“Is it mandatory?”
“Hey, why do you even ask? Lift them.”
Playfully biting her lower lip, Geetha slowly raised both arms high above her head, the soft skin of her underarms exposed and glistening faintly with a sheen of nervous perspiration. Her eyes fluttered shut, lashes trembling, as she couldn’t bear the scorching intensity of Bharath’s hungry gaze any longer. He dipped his fingers into the rich, velvety chocolate cake, scooping a generous dollop of the thick, sweet cream that carried the deep, intoxicating aroma of cocoa and vanilla. Gently, he rubbed it into the sensitive hollow of her left armpit, the cool cream contrasting sharply with the warmth of her skin, sending an electric shiver racing through her body like a thousand tiny feathers.
"Mmm… I told you no," she murmured breathlessly, her voice a husky blend of protest and reluctant delight, "but you won't listen. It feels so weird... so ticklish."
"Have patience for just five minutes, Miss," Bharath replied, his voice low and teasing, laced with mischief as his warm breath ghosted over her skin.
He mirrored the gesture on her right armpit, smearing the luscious chocolate cream in slow, deliberate strokes, its silky texture gliding like fragrant sandalwood paste over her smooth, shaved skin. The faint scent of her floral deodorant mingled with the rich chocolate, creating an intoxicating haze. Gripping her slender waist with firm hands—his palms hot and slightly calloused against her soft curves—he steadied her swaying body. Then he bent down, his hot, wet tongue pressing into the creamy hollow of her left armpit, slurping greedily with broad, rasping strokes that made the sensitive nerves ignite. The salty-sweet tang of her skin blended with the decadent chocolate on his tongue as Geetha erupted into uncontrollable, breathless laughter, her body twisting and swaying, ribs heaving with each helpless giggle.
Leaning deeper into the plush warmth of her chest, he cupped and squeezed the full, jasmine-scented swell over her racing heart, the soft flesh yielding like ripe fruit under his fingers. His tongue flicked out to lap at the small, red hibiscus bud of her nipple, now hardened into a tight, aching peak from the cool air and rising arousal. A sharp, delicious shiver bolted through her core, and she groaned sweetly, eyes squeezed shut—"Amm…"—the sound vibrating deep in her throat like a purr.
Pausing only briefly, he traced a perfect circle of the remaining cake cream around her left nipple, the cool sweetness making it pucker even tighter before he lapped it clean with slow, torturous swirls of his tongue, savoring the mingled flavors of chocolate and her faint, natural musk.
"Mmm…!" she gasped, the sound sharp and needy, her back arching involuntarily.
He eased her back against the soft mattress, his large palms covering both breasts completely, squeezing them with possessive reverence—the heavy, warm weight of them overflowing his grasp, skin silky and flushed. "They are so full and wonderful, Miss," he whispered huskily, his breath hot against her ear. "Not everyone has them like this—these perfect, heavy curves."
"Ah! How many times will you say that?" Geetha protested faintly, her voice trembling, though her body betrayed her, pressing eagerly into his touch.
His hands slid lower, cupping and squeezing her firm, rounded buns from below like plush coconut-fiber cushions, the flesh dimpling under his strong fingers.
"Aaah!" she cried out, the sound raw and electric.
Finally meeting his smoldering eyes, she wove her fingers into his thick hair, the strands damp with sweat, and pulled him firmly against her heaving heart. As his tongue flicked and teased the sweet, sensitive little nipple—now slick and glistening—soft, melodic moans escaped her lips, her body melting backward onto the rumpled sheets. Bharath followed seamlessly, his weight settling atop her like a warm blanket, and he suckled deeply, rhythmically, like a starving infant. The wet, rhythmic sounds filled the room, mingling with Geetha's rising whimpers as her desire surged to a boiling, unbearable heat, her skin prickling with goosebumps.
Driven by instinct, her hands scrambled desperately for the loose waistband of his pajamas, tugging with frantic need, the fabric whispering against his skin. He caught her wrist in a gentle but iron grip, halting her.
"Sss… I don't know how you're holding back," she whispered hoarsely, her breath coming in hot pants against his neck, "but I can't. You puppy, we can do all this tomorrow. I’ll buy you another cake if you want. Just take off the pants—please."
Even as she pleaded, her voice thick and dripping with raw desperation, he gathered both her wrists in one hand, pinning them securely above her head against the pillow. With the other, he resumed his relentless worship of her breasts—alternating between them, licking broad paths through the lingering traces of cream, suckling until the wet sounds echoed obscenely and her lust overflowed, slick and burning between her thighs.
"Mmm… ah… you must listen to your teacher," she gasped between shudders. "You shouldn't tease me like this—it’s torture."
Guiding his head lower with trembling fingers, she urged him on. He trailed open-mouthed kisses down the quivering plane below her heart, his saliva leaving cool, wet trails that evaporated quickly in the heated air. Lifting the hem of her dress with deliberate slowness, the fabric rustling softly, he revealed her glistening flower—petals swollen and slick with arousal, the musky, feminine scent rising like an intoxicating perfume. Deliberately ignoring it, he nuzzled his nose into her navel, the tip brushing the sensitive indent as he kissed and tongued the delicate button deeply, his hot breath fanning across her belly.
"Oof…!" she exclaimed, her abdomen clenching sharply.
"Miss, give me some cream," he murmured against her skin, his voice vibrating through her core.
"Mmm, hurry up," she urged, hips shifting restlessly. "How much cream are you going to eat? I’m burning..."
He nipped the soft, tender flesh just below her navel—teeth grazing sharply before releasing with a playful snap, the sting blooming into heat.
"Aaaaaa!" she screamed, the sound piercing and raw, echoing off the walls.
"If you don't give it," he warned with a wicked grin, his lips brushing her skin, "I’ll bite again."
"Mmm…"
Tears of overwhelming passion welled in Geetha's eyes—hot, salty trails slipping down her flushed cheeks as pleasure bordered on agony. With shaking fingers, she scooped the last of the cream and smeared it into her navel, the cool sweetness pooling in the shallow dip. Bharath's breath grew ragged and heavy as he plunged his warm, agile tongue into the sugary pit like a plow through fertile soil, slurping noisily, the vibrations sending jolts straight to her core. Her entire body arched violently, hips bucking as if shocked by lightning.
"Ah…!"
"Miss, I have to kiss every inch," he growled, voice thick with lust.
"I’ll give it whenever you ask," she promised in a broken whisper, "but for now, enough—please, I need more."
Undeterred, he ventured lower, gently lifting her knees and dbanging them over the mattress edges, the sheets cool against her heated skin. Burying his face between her trembling thighs—the faint scratch of his stubble deliciously abrasive—he pressed his ravenous lips to her blooming flower, inhaling deeply the heady, intoxicating scent of her arousal mixed with lingering chocolate. Waves of ecstasy crashed over her like tidal surges, lightning strikes of pure pleasure electrifying every nerve; her legs turned to jelly, thighs quivering uncontrollably. The first bold stroke of his tongue—hot, wet, and insistent—drew gasps from her throat as she twitched and thrashed like a fish gasping on dry land—"Ah… ah… mmm…"—the wet, rhythmic sounds of his feasting filling the air.
Suddenly, he pulled back, leaving her aching and empty.
"Mmm… don't stop," she begged, voice cracking with need.
"Wait," he teased, his lips glistening.
He trailed the remnants of cream along her inner thighs—cool streaks that made her skin tingle—then lavished slow, tormenting kisses there, his tongue tracing patterns while deliberately avoiding her throbbing core. Geetha gripped his hair desperately, trying to guide him, but he turned away stubbornly, the hot gusts of his breath teasing her slick folds without mercy. Frustration boiling over, she swatted the back of his head sharply.
"Ah! Why are you hitting me?"
"You thief!" she scolded, breathless and furious, her chest heaving. "Why are you teasing me like this? Lick that—now!"
Smiling devilishly, his eyes dark with lust, he leaned in and captured her swollen clitoris gently between his lips, biting down with exquisite pressure.
"Ammah…!"
He released it with a soft pop and traced her slick vertical lips with the flat of his tongue, savoring the salty-sweet flood of her nectar.
"Aash… mmm… haas…!"
When his tongue flicked her clitoris again—rapid, merciless flicks—her navel sucked in sharply, abs clenching. A violent shudder ripped through her as she erupted in a gushing spray of warm nectar—"Chusuk!"—her hips grinding desperately against his mouth in sobbing waves of bliss—"Amma… oof… hh…"—the intense, musky flavor coating his tongue as he drank her in.
Finally, he licked her clean once more, the aftershocks making her twitch, then trailed lazy kisses up her sweat-slicked body to nuzzle her neck, tasting the salt of her skin.
"Is it over?" he whispered softly, his voice rough.
"Mmm…" she hummed shyly, body limp and glowing, still trembling with afterglow.
"If you scream that loudly," he teased, nipping her earlobe, "maybe Gautham Garu heard it downstairs—the whole house might know."
"If he asks," she replied with a lazy, sated smile, her voice husky, "I’ll tell him something... anything."
Bharath rose fluidly, shedding his pajamas with a soft rustle, the fabric pooling at his feet. Naked now, his skin flushed and glistening with sweat, he knelt on the bed, proudly displaying his rigid manhood—veins pulsing, a single glistening drop of precum beading at the tip like dew. The sight reignited Geetha's fire; crawling forward on shaky limbs, she grasped the hot, velvet-hard length—throbbing in her palm, radiating heat—and stroked it slowly, feeling it twitch under her touch.
Biting her lip with fierce passion, eyes hooded, she murmured, "This has become quite arrogant... so thick and hot. My baby was hiding for so long."
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"Oof… Miss, is it really you talking like this?" he groaned, hips jerking slightly.
"You like it, don't you? Hearing your teacher so filthy?"
"Yes…"
He shifted closer, his hands sliding behind her shoulders, fingers tangling in her damp, fragrant hair—gathering it into a firm ponytail. Kissing her neck deeply, teeth grazing the pulse point, he commanded in a low rumble, "Now you lick me—taste what you've done."
"Mmm…"
Geetha bent obediently, her breath hot against him, and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the swollen head, tasting the salty bead of precum.
"Oof… our milky teacher has become very dirty," he groaned, voice straining.
"You're the one who made me dirty, you fellow—who turned me into this wanton mess."
Spotting her phone tossed near the pillow, Bharath retrieved it and, with a wicked gleam, initiated another video call to Chandana. The insistent ringing pierced the heavy, sex-scented air.
"Hey… no," Geetha protested weakly, a fresh flush creeping up her neck.
He tapped her cheek lightly with his throbbing manhood—the hot, silky skin brushing her lips—making her glance up in playful annoyance.
"You’ll get beaten, Teacher," he said firmly, his commanding tone sending a thrilling shiver down her spine. "Do as I say."
The dominance in his voice sparked a new, submissive thrill deep in her belly. Smiling secretly, lips curving against him, she trailed another kiss lower, along the underside of the shaft.
"Yes, good girl…" he laughed breathlessly, approval rumbling in his chest.
"You're overstepping your bounds," she murmured, though her eyes sparkled with excitement.
"Oh? Then smear the remaining cream there and lick it clean," he challenged, voice edged with tease, "or else leave. I’ll find another aunty tomorrow—who begs less."
In feigned outrage, she reached up and pinched his heavy testicles sharply—skin warm and velvety under her fingers. Bharath yelped in genuine pain, body jolting.
"Aaaa! No, let go, let go…!"
She released him slowly, her triumphant grin wicked and breathless as the power shifted playfully between them once more.
The moment the latch clicked, Geetha set the cake on the shelf, her body still thrumming with the heat her husband had unwittingly kindled in her young student. She reached for Bharath, fingers curling around his neck, pulling him close for the kiss she craved—but he caught her face gently in his hands and held her back.
“Miss,” he said, voice low and teasing, “wash your mouth first. What exactly did you do down there, huh?”
A laugh bubbled out of her, light and embarrassed. “Oh… okay, wait.”
She disappeared into the bathroom, washing her hands, splashing cool water on her flushed face, rinsing her mouth thoroughly. While she did, Bharath pulled out his phone and started a WhatsApp video call to Chandana.
On the screen, Chandana and Vandana appeared, sitting beneath a lazily turning fan in a sunny yellow-painted room.
“Hi… where are you guys?” Bharath asked.
“Pune,” Chandana replied. “At my uncle’s house.”
“Oh… is it safe to talk?”
“Yeah, they’re all in the other room.”
Vandana leaned closer, squinting. “Hey, what’s that cream on your nose?”
“We just cut Geetha Miss’s birthday cake.”
Chandana’s eyes brightened. “Is Miss right there with you?”
At that moment Geetha stepped out of the bathroom, still drying her face. Bharath turned the phone toward her and walked over, bringing her into frame. The sight of her in that dress—sleek, daring, utterly unlike the strict teacher they knew—left both girls momentarily speechless.
“Oh wow,” Vandana breathed. “Miss looks hot!”
Geetha’s cheeks burned. She folded her arms across her chest and ducked half-behind Bharath, suddenly shy.
“The dress is amazing, Miss,” Vandana added.
Chandana grinned wickedly. “Looking at you is putting me in the mood.”
“Chi! Stop it, Chandu,” Geetha scolded, but her voice lacked any real bite.
Chandana laughed. Bharath jumped in protectively. “Hey, enough. Miss is getting uncomfortable.”
Vandana smirked. “Uncomfortable? Please. We all know this is your grand scheme, mister.”
“You thief!” Chandana chimed in. “When we begged you to meet us before we left, you couldn’t be bothered. But the second Miss calls, you come running like a thirsty puppy.”
Bharath’s grin was unrepentant. “Yes, I’ll come running. What are you going to do about it?”
He tugged Geetha forward and, right in front of the camera, pressed his lips to the soft skin of her neck. A rush of heat flooded her face; she turned scarlet.
“Hey—no, stop,” she murmured, mortified, hiding her face against his shoulder.
Chandana pretended outrage. “You villain! You just told us not to trouble Miss, and now look at you!”
Still holding the phone in one hand, Bharath lifted Geetha’s chin with the other and claimed her mouth in a slow, deliberate kiss. For a heartbeat she hesitated, then surrendered, lips parting to meet his. On the screen, Vandana and Chandana watched, giggling helplessly.
When they finally broke apart, Geetha stared up at him, eyes hazy with desire.
“You have no shame,” she whispered.
“It’s fine, Miss,” Vandana assured her. “We won’t tell a soul.”
Geetha shook her head. “This is wrong. I should be scolding both of you first. Kids these days have no fear… and now…”
Bharath silenced her with another kiss, deeper this time. “Don’t talk, Geetha,” he murmured against her lips. “Right now, you do exactly as I say.”
The use of her name—and the quiet command in his voice—stilled her completely. Chandana and Vandana exchanged wide-eyed glances; they could hardly believe that their stern teacher offered no resistance at all.
Bharath handed the phone to Geetha, then slid his arms around her waist and pulled her flush against him. In full view of the camera he squeezed her waist and grazed her neck with his teeth, nipping lightly.
“Ahhh!” The soft cry escaped her before she could stop it; her fingers tightened around the phone.
“Miss, he’s going too far,” Vandana protested playfully. “Hit the rascal!”
Obediently, Geetha gave Bharath a gentle knuckle-tap on the head. He only smiled that wicked little smile and caught her earlobe between his teeth.
“Miss,” Chandana teased, “you’re spoiling him rotten.”
“Mmm…” was all Geetha managed, tilting her head to meet Bharath’s gaze as he brushed a kiss across her cheek.
Vandana tilted her head. “Isn’t Gautham Sir out there somewhere?”
“He’s outside,” Geetha answered, voice slightly breathless.
Chandana burst out laughing. “So strict in college, and now romancing a student!”
Geetha’s face flamed again. Abruptly she ended the call and tossed the phone onto the bed.
Bharath raised an eyebrow. “Hey, what happened?”
“Was that really necessary—in front of them?” she demanded, though her tone wavered between embarrassment and lingering arousal. “Listen to what Chandu said. I can’t even look at myself. I have no shame left.”
She stepped out of his arms, muttering under her breath as she gathered her hair and tied it up with quick, slightly angry movements. “And you’re still calling me Geetha…”
“Sorry,” he said softly, reaching for her again. “Did it upset you that I used your name in front of them?”
She held up a hand to stop him. “Just go to sleep. You’re crossing every line, more and more each day.”
In one swift motion he spun her to face him, eyes locking onto hers, and pinched her waist playfully.
“Sss… move away,” she warned, but her voice trembled.
“I told you,” he said, a hint of arrogance lacing his words, “right now you do as I say.”
She feigned anger. “You little puppy, who are you to order me around?”
He leaned in until their noses brushed, his warm breath fanning across her lips. Resistance melted away; how could it not?
“Fine,” he whispered. “Then you tell me. Your puppy will do whatever you say.”
Her heart stuttered. This—this playful surrender—was what she loved most about him. She stared at him in silence, lips trembling.
“Tell me, Miss,” he coaxed. “What should I do? Go to sleep?”
His left arm circled her waist; he pulled her down onto his lap.
“Mmm…”
“Tell me…”
A helpless thought flickered through her mind: He really did lose control the moment I wore this dress.
“Don’t change the subject, Miss,” he murmured.
“But what you did in front of your husband… that was wrong.”
“Wrong or not,” he countered, voice husky, “did you like it?”
“Mmm…”
He advanced; she retreated step by step until the backs of her knees hit the bed and she sank onto the mattress. Bharath paused only long enough to retrieve the cake from the shelf near the door. He brought it to the bed, dipped his fingers into the thick chocolate cream, and smeared a generous streak across her throat.
Then he pounced—like a tiger claiming its prey—pinning her beneath him and fastening his mouth over the sweet trail.
“Ahhh!” Geetha’s passionate cry filled the room as her hands flew to his shoulders.
He licked the chocolate from her skin slowly, savoring it, his cool tongue sending shivers through her. She closed her eyes, biting her lower lip, body arching toward every stroke.
“Mmm… tell me, Miss,” he whispered between licks. “What should I do?”
“Do whatever you want,” she breathed.
“No… I should do what you say, remember?”
He traced another lick up her throat.
“Mmm… the cream will ruin the bed.”
“I don’t care.”
He painted her lips with chocolate like forbidden lipstick, then captured her upper lip between his teeth. Geetha moaned sweetly, sucking gently in response, their breaths mingling hot and urgent.
Bharath rose to his knees and stripped off his T-shirt in one fluid motion, tossing it aside. Geetha followed, kneeling to meet him, hands gripping his bare shoulders as she sought his mouth again. His palm pressed firmly against her back, crushing her to him, chest to chest, while he devoured her lips with unrestrained hunger.
She tangled her fingers in his hair and climbed fully into his lap, straddling his thighs. His hardness strained against his pajama bottoms, pressing warmly between her legs. Thigh against thigh, she rocked slowly, savoring the delicious friction, then rained kisses across his face.
“Mmm…” she sighed against his skin. “Grab the cake.”
Bharath grabbed the cake with one hand and set it beside them on the rumpled bedsheet. Geetha dipped her right index finger deep into the velvety chocolate frosting, scooping up a thick, cool dollop that clung sweetly to her skin. With a wicked sparkle in her dark eyes, she trailed it slowly across his bare chest, the cream leaving a glossy, chilled streak against his heated flesh. Then she leaned down, her warm breath ghosting over him first, before her soft tongue swept in a deliberate, languid arc, licking the sweetness away. The wet heat of her mouth sent a sharp, electric jolt racing through Bharath’s body, every nerve ending igniting as he shuddered beneath her.
“Ooh, Miss!” he gasped, the words tumbling out on a ragged exhale.
“Stay like that,” she whispered, her voice a low, sultry command that vibrated against his skin.
“Mmm…” He leaned back, palms pressing into the mattress behind him, his muscles taut as he surrendered to the exquisite torment.
Geetha traced slow, teasing circles around his nipple with her cream-slick finger, the cool frosting contrasting deliciously with the feverish throb of desire spiking through him. She followed the path with her plush, rosy lips—kissing, then licking his left nipple with deliberate swirls of her tongue—before catching it gently between her teeth and tugging.
“Miss…!” he cried out, voice cracking with raw need.
She pulled a fraction harder, the sharp pleasure-pain making him arch. “Did you listen when you bit me? Mmm…” She cut off his reply with a deep, devouring kiss, her lips tasting of rich chocolate and faint salt.
Bharath’s fingers knotted in the silken strands of her hair. He lifted her face, smeared a generous streak of cream along the soft curve of her left cheek, and lapped it away with slow, savoring strokes—his tongue warm and insistent, relishing the mingled flavors of cocoa and her flawless skin.
“I’ll eat the whole cake like this,” he murmured huskily against her cheek, his breath hot and uneven.
“Mmm… but I didn’t like you video-calling them,” Geetha said, her tone laced with lingering reproach even as her body melted against his. “They’ll think badly of me, saying I’m like this with a student.”
He wrapped her in a fierce hug, skin sliding against skin. “It’s okay, Miss. It’s just Chandu. Miss, you should be the one to arrange my first night with Chandu.”
“No! What are you saying?” she protested, though her voice wavered with reluctant intrigue.
“Yes, Miss. I want to be with you in front of Chandu.”
“Fie! That’s disgusting. Those are crazy ideas.”
His mouth found the slender column of her neck, tongue tracing wet, open-mouthed trails as he made soft, greedy slurping sounds. “Mmm… slurp… you have to agree, Miss. Chandu wants to see. She told me on the phone at the falls that day; that’s why I called her just now.”
“No… it’s not right,” she breathed, but the protest sounded fragile, half-hearted.
“It will be good. I’ll video-call and do it in front of her.”
“No…”
He pulled back just enough to lock eyes with her, the air between them thick with tension. “No?”
“No…” she repeated, coy and breathless, shaking her head as a shy flush bloomed across her cheeks.
With playful mischief, he nipped the tender flesh of her shoulder, teeth grazing just hard enough to sting sweetly.
“Aaah… no!” she yelped, the sound dissolving into laughter laced with desire.
“She wants to see.”
“Don’t do crazy things.”
She shifted deliberately on his lap, settling her warmth directly over the rigid length straining beneath his clothes. Slowly, sensuously, she began to sway—back and forth—grinding with a rhythm that drew a low hiss from her lips.
“Sss… stop talking and do this,” she urged, voice husky and trembling.
“Ooh, wait, Miss… there’s still time for that.”
“I’m getting wet,” she confessed in a throaty whisper, the words sending a fresh surge of heat through him.
“The whole night is ahead of us. Wait.”
He seized the cake once more and lavished thick smears of frosting across her beautiful face—over her high cheekbones, the slope of her nose, her full lips—until she wore a decadent mask of dark chocolate that began to warm and melt against her flushed skin.
“Why did you do this?” she asked, giggling helplessly, the sound light and intoxicating.
“It’s okay. Wait, I’ll eat it. Don’t move.”
“Mmm…”
He lowered his head to the soft swell of her chest, breathing her in. “Miss, I hid something from you.”
“What? Tell me,” she murmured tenderly, her fingers threading through his hair, stroking with soothing warmth.
“Before we came here, without Chandana knowing, I jumped the wall into Vandana’s room.”
“Why, boy? Is jumping walls necessary? Don’t you think about the trouble if you get caught? Anyway, what business did you have with Vandana?”
“Miss, it’s just…”
“Tell me.”
“Miss, you know I masturbate every day.”
“How many times have I told you to stop that?”
“I couldn’t help it, Miss. I can’t sleep without doing it. During tournament practice, I’d come home exhausted and fall asleep. Otherwise, I can’t sleep. That’s why I called you last night too.”
“You’ve become quite spoiled.”
“Miss, that day when I went to Vandana’s room, I wanted to have her do it. But…”
He fell silent, and Geetha’s heart stuttered, a cold flicker of dread cutting through the heat.
“Hey! Did you do something you shouldn’t have?”
“Miss…” He buried his face deeper into the plush warmth of her bosom, muffling his voice. “Don’t scold me, please… listen to the whole thing first.”
“Fine, tell me.”
“I rubbed mine against hers, and she kept saying ‘put it in, put it in’.”
Anger flared hot; Geetha’s palm cracked sharply against the back of his head.
“Did you put it in?”
“No, no…!”
“You rascal! Why do you scare me like that? Didn’t I scold you that day that doing all this is wrong? Haven’t you learned?”
“Haha… I just wanted to see what you’d say.”
“If I find out you’ve romanced those two again before this one year is over, I’ll kill you.”
“Okay… I won’t do it without telling you.”
She reached to wipe the tacky, drying cream from her cheeks, but he caught her wrist gently.
“Look, it’s drying. To hell with your craziness.”
“Haha… wait.”
Cradling the back of her head, he began to lick the cake from her face with eager, puppy-like enthusiasm—long, wet strokes of his tongue gathering the sweet, melting chocolate, tasting the subtle salt of her skin beneath.
“Where did I ever find you? Every day you come up with a new madness.”
“You’re a teacher; it’s hard for me even to find time to be with you. And in between, there’s Gautham Garu. If I married you, I’d do it in a new way every day.”
“As if anything is lacking now, you dog! You’re licking me like a dog.”
“Hahaha…!”
He lapped away every last trace until her skin glowed clean and dewy. Geetha, breathless with giggles at his antics, subtly clenched her thighs, trying to ease the insistent, throbbing ache building deep inside her.
“You said your back hurts. Why are you moving now?”
“Mmm… it’s poking me and causing a tingling sensation.”
“Shall we take off the clothes then?”
“Mmm… take them off.”
“I licked you after pouring mango juice that day, right?”
“Yes…”
“Now I’ll smear this cream and lick you all over.”
“Won’t you sleep then?”
“How can I sleep without masturbating?”
“Aha!” She gazed at him with playful affection and captured his smiling mouth in a fierce kiss.
Geetha cupped his face, sucking greedily on his lips as Bharath eased the thin straps from her shoulders. She lifted her arms willingly, the fabric whispering down her body to pool at her waist. His left hand closed gently around one full, heavy breast—the skin satin-smooth, the weight perfect in his palm—while his right hand clamped possessively at her waist. Their mouths crashed together again, tongues tangling in a messy exchange of lingering chocolate-sweet saliva. As his fingers kneaded and teased her sensitive flesh, she moaned deep into his mouth, then bit his lower lip with passionate hunger.
He retaliated in kind. “I’ll bite and eat you up.”
“Mmm… crazy dog.”
They plunged into another searing kiss. His hands squeezed the lush curve of her hips, pulling her impossibly closer as he rocked beneath her, the friction between their clothed thighs building a scorching, slippery heat. Geetha’s soft, needy whimpers—“Mmm, mmm, mmm”—filled the air, mingling with their ragged, unsynchronized breaths.
He felt the warm dampness seeping through the thin barrier of fabric between them. “Why is it getting wet?”
“I told you, take off the clothes.”
“Can I tell you one thing?”
“Hmm.”
“You’re obsessed with sex; you just don’t say it out loud.”
“Why would you say that? I’m not; you just don’t listen.”
“Oh please… doing it with two men on the same day without wanting to…”
She silenced him with a finger pressed to his swollen lips. “Chi! Stop it, don’t say that.”
Bharath nuzzled into the soft hollow of her right armpit, inhaling deeply—the intimate, musky warmth of her body mingled with faint traces of jasmine and sweat, a scent that flooded him with raw desire. A fresh wave of molten heat crashed through Geetha.
“Hah… do you know how great this smell is?”
“No, please, don’t say anything. You’re a madman, and this is a madness of yours.”
“Fine, lift your arm.”
“No way…”
“You like it, don’t you?”
“I do, but…”
“But what? Is this anything new?”
Wordlessly, she raised her arm high. His tongue swept broad, deliberate paths across the smooth, pink skin of her armpit—warm, wet, and thorough—like a bear reveling in hidden honey. Each stroke sent lightning bolts of pleasure straight to her core; she clenched her jaw against the intensity. “Sss…”
“Miss, what I wanted to say is, this smell gave me the motivation to study. I came to tuition every day just for this smell.”
She tapped his head lightly, half-scolding, half-amused. “Dirty fellow! It was all a trick. I thought you were a good boy.”
“I am good, just not with you.”
He licked upward again in one long, lavish stroke.
“Hh… lick down there instead. I’m getting an itch.”
“Oh, how can I do that? When you teach, do you teach addition, subtraction, and multiplication first and then trigonometry, matrices, and geometry, or the other way around? This is the same. I’ll eat these first, then I’ll eat that.”
While he spoke, his tongue danced quick, tickling flicks across the sensitive skin, and Geetha collapsed backward in helpless, breathless laughter.
“Ush… no, chi…!”
“Now, both arms up.”
“Is it mandatory?”
“Hey, why do you even ask? Lift them.”
Playfully biting her lower lip, Geetha slowly raised both arms high above her head, the soft skin of her underarms exposed and glistening faintly with a sheen of nervous perspiration. Her eyes fluttered shut, lashes trembling, as she couldn’t bear the scorching intensity of Bharath’s hungry gaze any longer. He dipped his fingers into the rich, velvety chocolate cake, scooping a generous dollop of the thick, sweet cream that carried the deep, intoxicating aroma of cocoa and vanilla. Gently, he rubbed it into the sensitive hollow of her left armpit, the cool cream contrasting sharply with the warmth of her skin, sending an electric shiver racing through her body like a thousand tiny feathers.
"Mmm… I told you no," she murmured breathlessly, her voice a husky blend of protest and reluctant delight, "but you won't listen. It feels so weird... so ticklish."
"Have patience for just five minutes, Miss," Bharath replied, his voice low and teasing, laced with mischief as his warm breath ghosted over her skin.
He mirrored the gesture on her right armpit, smearing the luscious chocolate cream in slow, deliberate strokes, its silky texture gliding like fragrant sandalwood paste over her smooth, shaved skin. The faint scent of her floral deodorant mingled with the rich chocolate, creating an intoxicating haze. Gripping her slender waist with firm hands—his palms hot and slightly calloused against her soft curves—he steadied her swaying body. Then he bent down, his hot, wet tongue pressing into the creamy hollow of her left armpit, slurping greedily with broad, rasping strokes that made the sensitive nerves ignite. The salty-sweet tang of her skin blended with the decadent chocolate on his tongue as Geetha erupted into uncontrollable, breathless laughter, her body twisting and swaying, ribs heaving with each helpless giggle.
Leaning deeper into the plush warmth of her chest, he cupped and squeezed the full, jasmine-scented swell over her racing heart, the soft flesh yielding like ripe fruit under his fingers. His tongue flicked out to lap at the small, red hibiscus bud of her nipple, now hardened into a tight, aching peak from the cool air and rising arousal. A sharp, delicious shiver bolted through her core, and she groaned sweetly, eyes squeezed shut—"Amm…"—the sound vibrating deep in her throat like a purr.
Pausing only briefly, he traced a perfect circle of the remaining cake cream around her left nipple, the cool sweetness making it pucker even tighter before he lapped it clean with slow, torturous swirls of his tongue, savoring the mingled flavors of chocolate and her faint, natural musk.
"Mmm…!" she gasped, the sound sharp and needy, her back arching involuntarily.
He eased her back against the soft mattress, his large palms covering both breasts completely, squeezing them with possessive reverence—the heavy, warm weight of them overflowing his grasp, skin silky and flushed. "They are so full and wonderful, Miss," he whispered huskily, his breath hot against her ear. "Not everyone has them like this—these perfect, heavy curves."
"Ah! How many times will you say that?" Geetha protested faintly, her voice trembling, though her body betrayed her, pressing eagerly into his touch.
His hands slid lower, cupping and squeezing her firm, rounded buns from below like plush coconut-fiber cushions, the flesh dimpling under his strong fingers.
"Aaah!" she cried out, the sound raw and electric.
Finally meeting his smoldering eyes, she wove her fingers into his thick hair, the strands damp with sweat, and pulled him firmly against her heaving heart. As his tongue flicked and teased the sweet, sensitive little nipple—now slick and glistening—soft, melodic moans escaped her lips, her body melting backward onto the rumpled sheets. Bharath followed seamlessly, his weight settling atop her like a warm blanket, and he suckled deeply, rhythmically, like a starving infant. The wet, rhythmic sounds filled the room, mingling with Geetha's rising whimpers as her desire surged to a boiling, unbearable heat, her skin prickling with goosebumps.
Driven by instinct, her hands scrambled desperately for the loose waistband of his pajamas, tugging with frantic need, the fabric whispering against his skin. He caught her wrist in a gentle but iron grip, halting her.
"Sss… I don't know how you're holding back," she whispered hoarsely, her breath coming in hot pants against his neck, "but I can't. You puppy, we can do all this tomorrow. I’ll buy you another cake if you want. Just take off the pants—please."
Even as she pleaded, her voice thick and dripping with raw desperation, he gathered both her wrists in one hand, pinning them securely above her head against the pillow. With the other, he resumed his relentless worship of her breasts—alternating between them, licking broad paths through the lingering traces of cream, suckling until the wet sounds echoed obscenely and her lust overflowed, slick and burning between her thighs.
"Mmm… ah… you must listen to your teacher," she gasped between shudders. "You shouldn't tease me like this—it’s torture."
Guiding his head lower with trembling fingers, she urged him on. He trailed open-mouthed kisses down the quivering plane below her heart, his saliva leaving cool, wet trails that evaporated quickly in the heated air. Lifting the hem of her dress with deliberate slowness, the fabric rustling softly, he revealed her glistening flower—petals swollen and slick with arousal, the musky, feminine scent rising like an intoxicating perfume. Deliberately ignoring it, he nuzzled his nose into her navel, the tip brushing the sensitive indent as he kissed and tongued the delicate button deeply, his hot breath fanning across her belly.
"Oof…!" she exclaimed, her abdomen clenching sharply.
"Miss, give me some cream," he murmured against her skin, his voice vibrating through her core.
"Mmm, hurry up," she urged, hips shifting restlessly. "How much cream are you going to eat? I’m burning..."
He nipped the soft, tender flesh just below her navel—teeth grazing sharply before releasing with a playful snap, the sting blooming into heat.
"Aaaaaa!" she screamed, the sound piercing and raw, echoing off the walls.
"If you don't give it," he warned with a wicked grin, his lips brushing her skin, "I’ll bite again."
"Mmm…"
Tears of overwhelming passion welled in Geetha's eyes—hot, salty trails slipping down her flushed cheeks as pleasure bordered on agony. With shaking fingers, she scooped the last of the cream and smeared it into her navel, the cool sweetness pooling in the shallow dip. Bharath's breath grew ragged and heavy as he plunged his warm, agile tongue into the sugary pit like a plow through fertile soil, slurping noisily, the vibrations sending jolts straight to her core. Her entire body arched violently, hips bucking as if shocked by lightning.
"Ah…!"
"Miss, I have to kiss every inch," he growled, voice thick with lust.
"I’ll give it whenever you ask," she promised in a broken whisper, "but for now, enough—please, I need more."
Undeterred, he ventured lower, gently lifting her knees and dbanging them over the mattress edges, the sheets cool against her heated skin. Burying his face between her trembling thighs—the faint scratch of his stubble deliciously abrasive—he pressed his ravenous lips to her blooming flower, inhaling deeply the heady, intoxicating scent of her arousal mixed with lingering chocolate. Waves of ecstasy crashed over her like tidal surges, lightning strikes of pure pleasure electrifying every nerve; her legs turned to jelly, thighs quivering uncontrollably. The first bold stroke of his tongue—hot, wet, and insistent—drew gasps from her throat as she twitched and thrashed like a fish gasping on dry land—"Ah… ah… mmm…"—the wet, rhythmic sounds of his feasting filling the air.
Suddenly, he pulled back, leaving her aching and empty.
"Mmm… don't stop," she begged, voice cracking with need.
"Wait," he teased, his lips glistening.
He trailed the remnants of cream along her inner thighs—cool streaks that made her skin tingle—then lavished slow, tormenting kisses there, his tongue tracing patterns while deliberately avoiding her throbbing core. Geetha gripped his hair desperately, trying to guide him, but he turned away stubbornly, the hot gusts of his breath teasing her slick folds without mercy. Frustration boiling over, she swatted the back of his head sharply.
"Ah! Why are you hitting me?"
"You thief!" she scolded, breathless and furious, her chest heaving. "Why are you teasing me like this? Lick that—now!"
Smiling devilishly, his eyes dark with lust, he leaned in and captured her swollen clitoris gently between his lips, biting down with exquisite pressure.
"Ammah…!"
He released it with a soft pop and traced her slick vertical lips with the flat of his tongue, savoring the salty-sweet flood of her nectar.
"Aash… mmm… haas…!"
When his tongue flicked her clitoris again—rapid, merciless flicks—her navel sucked in sharply, abs clenching. A violent shudder ripped through her as she erupted in a gushing spray of warm nectar—"Chusuk!"—her hips grinding desperately against his mouth in sobbing waves of bliss—"Amma… oof… hh…"—the intense, musky flavor coating his tongue as he drank her in.
Finally, he licked her clean once more, the aftershocks making her twitch, then trailed lazy kisses up her sweat-slicked body to nuzzle her neck, tasting the salt of her skin.
"Is it over?" he whispered softly, his voice rough.
"Mmm…" she hummed shyly, body limp and glowing, still trembling with afterglow.
"If you scream that loudly," he teased, nipping her earlobe, "maybe Gautham Garu heard it downstairs—the whole house might know."
"If he asks," she replied with a lazy, sated smile, her voice husky, "I’ll tell him something... anything."
Bharath rose fluidly, shedding his pajamas with a soft rustle, the fabric pooling at his feet. Naked now, his skin flushed and glistening with sweat, he knelt on the bed, proudly displaying his rigid manhood—veins pulsing, a single glistening drop of precum beading at the tip like dew. The sight reignited Geetha's fire; crawling forward on shaky limbs, she grasped the hot, velvet-hard length—throbbing in her palm, radiating heat—and stroked it slowly, feeling it twitch under her touch.
Biting her lip with fierce passion, eyes hooded, she murmured, "This has become quite arrogant... so thick and hot. My baby was hiding for so long."
"Oof… Miss, is it really you talking like this?" he groaned, hips jerking slightly.
"You like it, don't you? Hearing your teacher so filthy?"
"Yes…"
He shifted closer, his hands sliding behind her shoulders, fingers tangling in her damp, fragrant hair—gathering it into a firm ponytail. Kissing her neck deeply, teeth grazing the pulse point, he commanded in a low rumble, "Now you lick me—taste what you've done."
"Mmm…"
Geetha bent obediently, her breath hot against him, and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the swollen head, tasting the salty bead of precum.
"Oof… our milky teacher has become very dirty," he groaned, voice straining.
"You're the one who made me dirty, you fellow—who turned me into this wanton mess."
Spotting her phone tossed near the pillow, Bharath retrieved it and, with a wicked gleam, initiated another video call to Chandana. The insistent ringing pierced the heavy, sex-scented air.
"Hey… no," Geetha protested weakly, a fresh flush creeping up her neck.
He tapped her cheek lightly with his throbbing manhood—the hot, silky skin brushing her lips—making her glance up in playful annoyance.
"You’ll get beaten, Teacher," he said firmly, his commanding tone sending a thrilling shiver down her spine. "Do as I say."
The dominance in his voice sparked a new, submissive thrill deep in her belly. Smiling secretly, lips curving against him, she trailed another kiss lower, along the underside of the shaft.
"Yes, good girl…" he laughed breathlessly, approval rumbling in his chest.
"You're overstepping your bounds," she murmured, though her eyes sparkled with excitement.
"Oh? Then smear the remaining cream there and lick it clean," he challenged, voice edged with tease, "or else leave. I’ll find another aunty tomorrow—who begs less."
In feigned outrage, she reached up and pinched his heavy testicles sharply—skin warm and velvety under her fingers. Bharath yelped in genuine pain, body jolting.
"Aaaa! No, let go, let go…!"
She released him slowly, her triumphant grin wicked and breathless as the power shifted playfully between them once more.
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