06-01-2026, 09:00 AM
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36: Dawn's Forbidden Cravings (Vinay's Perspective)
The first light of dawn filters through the cabin's thin curtains, painting Anjali's milky white skin in soft golden hues that make her glow like some ancient sex goddess reborn. You're tangled in the sheets with her, your body spooned against hers from behind, your morning wood nestled firmly between her plush ass cheeks. Those cheeks—massive, round, and impossibly soft—press back against you instinctively, even in her half-sleep, the heat of her body seeping through the thin fabric of her panties. Her blue eyes flutter open as you shift, those piercing sapphire depths locking onto yours with a sultry intensity that hits you like a gut punch. 'Thammudu,' she murmurs, her voice husky from sleep and last night's whiskey, lips—naturally pink and full—parting in a lazy smile that promises sin.
You can't resist; your hand slides up her side, cupping one of her enormous breasts through the lacy nightie she's slipped into sometime during the night. It's a designer piece, sheer black silk that clings to her curves like a second skin, the neckline plunging low to showcase the deep valley of her cleavage. Her nipple hardens instantly under your palm, that perfect pink bud poking through the fabric, begging for attention. 'My love, you're a vision,' you whisper, squeezing the heavy globe, feeling it overflow your fingers, the weight and warmth making your cock throb harder against her ass. She arches into your touch, a soft moan escaping her lips—low and throaty, like velvet dragged over gravel, sending shivers straight to your balls.
Rajesh and Priya are still out cold in the next room, their snores faint through the wall, but the risk only fuels the fire. Anjali rolls toward you, her blue eyes darkening with that goddess-like hunger, and captures your mouth in a kiss that's pure fire. Her pink lips seal over yours, soft yet demanding, tongue slipping in to dance with yours in slow, swirling strokes that taste of salt and desire. You groan into her, deepening it, sucking on her tongue as your hand kneads her breast harder, thumb flicking the stiff nipple until she whimpers—a high, needy sound that vibrates against your lips. Her free hand trails down your chest, nails scbanging lightly, before wrapping around your thick cock, stroking from base to tip with a technique that's evolved into something divine: firm twists at the head, her thumb smearing the pre-cum that's already beading there.
'Fuck, akkayya... your hands are magic,' you rasp against her mouth, breaking the kiss to trail bites down her neck, sucking on the pulse point until she gasps, her body writhing. She's sexiness personified, every inch of her oozing temptation—the way her nightie rides up to expose the curve of her hip, the lacy edge of her panties framing her shaved pussy, lips already puffy and glistening with arousal. You push her onto her back, hovering over her, and yank the nightie down to bare those massive tits. They're perfection: pale milky orbs with rosy pink areolas, nipples erect and begging. You latch onto one, sucking hard, tongue lashing the sensitive peak while your hand pinches the other, rolling it between your fingers. Anjali's moans fill the air now, unrestrained—'Oh, thammudu... yes, suck my tits like that, make them yours'—her voice a sultry purr that drips with sex, hips bucking up to grind her wet pussy against your thigh.
Your cock aches, leaking steadily as you worship her breasts, alternating between them, leaving them shiny with saliva, marked with faint red from your teeth. She's arching, blue eyes half-lidded in ecstasy, her dressing style even in sleep screaming seduction: the nightie now twisted around her waist, panties soaked through, clinging to her natural pink folds. You slide down her body, kissing a path over her soft belly, inhaling the musky scent of her arousal. Hooking your fingers in her panties, you peel them off slowly, exposing her completely. Her pussy is a masterpiece—pink lips swollen and slick, clit peeking out like a pearl, entrance clenching in invitation. And lower, when you spread her thighs wide, her anus winks at you, that tight pink ring flawless and untouched this morning.
'Thammudu, please... taste me,' she begs, her sex techniques shining through as she reaches down to part her lips with two fingers, offering herself like a goddess granting a boon. You dive in without hesitation, tongue flattening against her clit in broad licks that make her jolt, a sharp cry tearing from her throat. 'Ahh! Vinay... right there, lick my clit harder.' You oblige, sucking the nub between your lips, flicking it rapidly while your tongue probes her entrance, thrusting in to lap at her tangy juices. She's flooding your mouth, hips rolling in rhythm with your sucks, moans escalating—deep, guttural sounds mixed with breathy pleas: 'Deeper, this slut's pussy needs your tongue fucking it.' Two fingers join, plunging into her tight heat, curling to hit that spongy spot inside, pumping in and out with wet squelches that echo in the quiet room.
Anjali's hands fist the sheets, her massive ass lifting off the bed as she chases her release, blue eyes locked on you with raw lust. 'I'm your sex goddess, thammudu... worship this pussy, make it cum for you.' Her words spur you on; you add a third finger, stretching her, thumb circling her clit while your mouth moves lower. Spreading her cheeks, you rim her anus—tongue circling the pink pucker teasingly before pressing in, spearing the tight ring with shallow thrusts. She screams softly, body convulsing, 'Oh god, yes! Tongue my ass, Vinay... it's so dirty, so good.' The dual assault—fingers in her pussy, tongue in her ass—pushes her over, her walls clamping down as she squirts, hot fluids gushing over your hand, soaking the sheets. Her orgasm rips through her in waves, moans turning to sobs of pleasure: 'Cumming... thammudu, I'm cumming so hard for you!'
You rise, cock pulsing with need, and she knows—her goddess instincts kicking in as she pushes you onto your back, straddling your hips. Her blue eyes smolder, pink lips curving in a wicked smile as she positions your tip at her dripping entrance. 'Watch me take you, my only love, my true husband.' She sinks down slowly, inch by inch, her pussy swallowing your girth with a velvet grip that makes you groan. Those pink walls stretch around you, rippling in welcome, her natural slickness easing the way until she's seated fully, your cock buried to the hilt against her cervix. 'Fuck... so full, thammudu's cock owns this pussy,' she moans, starting to ride you with expert rolls of her hips—grinding her clit against your base, then lifting to slam down, her huge tits bouncing wildly.
You grab her ass, squeezing the massive cheeks hard, fingers digging into the milky flesh as she bounces, the slap of skin on skin filling the room. 'Ride me, akkayya... your ass feels like heaven in my hands.' She leans forward, capturing your lips in a messy kiss—tongues battling, her moans pouring into your mouth as she picks up speed, pussy clenching rhythmically around your shaft. Her techniques are flawless: she twists her hips on the downstroke, milking you with internal squeezes that have your balls tightening. Breaking the kiss, she straightens, hands on your chest, blue eyes blazing as she fucks you harder, tits heaving, nipples pink and hard. 'Squeeze my boobs, Vinay... pinch them while I fuck you.' You do, hands roaming up to maul her breasts, thumbs and forefingers twisting the sensitive buds until she keens, her pace faltering in ecstasy.
The door creaks—Priya's voice calls softly, but Anjali doesn't stop, her arrogance shining as she whispers, 'Let them hear... I'm yours, thammudu.' The thrill pushes you both; you flip her onto all fours, mounting her from behind, slamming into her pussy with deep, punishing thrusts. Her ass jiggles with each impact, cheeks rippling under your slaps—reddening the milky skin as you spank her. 'Take it, emandi... this cock's breeding you.' She pushes back, meeting every plunge, moans a symphony: 'Yes! Fuck my goddess pussy, fill it with your cum!' Your hand snakes around to rub her clit, fingers slick, and she shatters again, walls convulsing, milking you relentlessly. You follow with a roar, thrusting deep, hot spurts erupting inside her, coating her depths as you grind through the waves.
Collapsing together, her body trembles against yours, blue eyes soft now with afterglow. 'I love you, thammudu... my sex goddess heart is yours.' The morning light bathes her, every curve a testament to her allure, leaving you breathless and craving more.
The first light of dawn filters through the cabin's thin curtains, painting Anjali's milky white skin in soft golden hues that make her glow like some ancient sex goddess reborn. You're tangled in the sheets with her, your body spooned against hers from behind, your morning wood nestled firmly between her plush ass cheeks. Those cheeks—massive, round, and impossibly soft—press back against you instinctively, even in her half-sleep, the heat of her body seeping through the thin fabric of her panties. Her blue eyes flutter open as you shift, those piercing sapphire depths locking onto yours with a sultry intensity that hits you like a gut punch. 'Thammudu,' she murmurs, her voice husky from sleep and last night's whiskey, lips—naturally pink and full—parting in a lazy smile that promises sin.
You can't resist; your hand slides up her side, cupping one of her enormous breasts through the lacy nightie she's slipped into sometime during the night. It's a designer piece, sheer black silk that clings to her curves like a second skin, the neckline plunging low to showcase the deep valley of her cleavage. Her nipple hardens instantly under your palm, that perfect pink bud poking through the fabric, begging for attention. 'My love, you're a vision,' you whisper, squeezing the heavy globe, feeling it overflow your fingers, the weight and warmth making your cock throb harder against her ass. She arches into your touch, a soft moan escaping her lips—low and throaty, like velvet dragged over gravel, sending shivers straight to your balls.
Rajesh and Priya are still out cold in the next room, their snores faint through the wall, but the risk only fuels the fire. Anjali rolls toward you, her blue eyes darkening with that goddess-like hunger, and captures your mouth in a kiss that's pure fire. Her pink lips seal over yours, soft yet demanding, tongue slipping in to dance with yours in slow, swirling strokes that taste of salt and desire. You groan into her, deepening it, sucking on her tongue as your hand kneads her breast harder, thumb flicking the stiff nipple until she whimpers—a high, needy sound that vibrates against your lips. Her free hand trails down your chest, nails scbanging lightly, before wrapping around your thick cock, stroking from base to tip with a technique that's evolved into something divine: firm twists at the head, her thumb smearing the pre-cum that's already beading there.
'Fuck, akkayya... your hands are magic,' you rasp against her mouth, breaking the kiss to trail bites down her neck, sucking on the pulse point until she gasps, her body writhing. She's sexiness personified, every inch of her oozing temptation—the way her nightie rides up to expose the curve of her hip, the lacy edge of her panties framing her shaved pussy, lips already puffy and glistening with arousal. You push her onto her back, hovering over her, and yank the nightie down to bare those massive tits. They're perfection: pale milky orbs with rosy pink areolas, nipples erect and begging. You latch onto one, sucking hard, tongue lashing the sensitive peak while your hand pinches the other, rolling it between your fingers. Anjali's moans fill the air now, unrestrained—'Oh, thammudu... yes, suck my tits like that, make them yours'—her voice a sultry purr that drips with sex, hips bucking up to grind her wet pussy against your thigh.
Your cock aches, leaking steadily as you worship her breasts, alternating between them, leaving them shiny with saliva, marked with faint red from your teeth. She's arching, blue eyes half-lidded in ecstasy, her dressing style even in sleep screaming seduction: the nightie now twisted around her waist, panties soaked through, clinging to her natural pink folds. You slide down her body, kissing a path over her soft belly, inhaling the musky scent of her arousal. Hooking your fingers in her panties, you peel them off slowly, exposing her completely. Her pussy is a masterpiece—pink lips swollen and slick, clit peeking out like a pearl, entrance clenching in invitation. And lower, when you spread her thighs wide, her anus winks at you, that tight pink ring flawless and untouched this morning.
'Thammudu, please... taste me,' she begs, her sex techniques shining through as she reaches down to part her lips with two fingers, offering herself like a goddess granting a boon. You dive in without hesitation, tongue flattening against her clit in broad licks that make her jolt, a sharp cry tearing from her throat. 'Ahh! Vinay... right there, lick my clit harder.' You oblige, sucking the nub between your lips, flicking it rapidly while your tongue probes her entrance, thrusting in to lap at her tangy juices. She's flooding your mouth, hips rolling in rhythm with your sucks, moans escalating—deep, guttural sounds mixed with breathy pleas: 'Deeper, this slut's pussy needs your tongue fucking it.' Two fingers join, plunging into her tight heat, curling to hit that spongy spot inside, pumping in and out with wet squelches that echo in the quiet room.
Anjali's hands fist the sheets, her massive ass lifting off the bed as she chases her release, blue eyes locked on you with raw lust. 'I'm your sex goddess, thammudu... worship this pussy, make it cum for you.' Her words spur you on; you add a third finger, stretching her, thumb circling her clit while your mouth moves lower. Spreading her cheeks, you rim her anus—tongue circling the pink pucker teasingly before pressing in, spearing the tight ring with shallow thrusts. She screams softly, body convulsing, 'Oh god, yes! Tongue my ass, Vinay... it's so dirty, so good.' The dual assault—fingers in her pussy, tongue in her ass—pushes her over, her walls clamping down as she squirts, hot fluids gushing over your hand, soaking the sheets. Her orgasm rips through her in waves, moans turning to sobs of pleasure: 'Cumming... thammudu, I'm cumming so hard for you!'
You rise, cock pulsing with need, and she knows—her goddess instincts kicking in as she pushes you onto your back, straddling your hips. Her blue eyes smolder, pink lips curving in a wicked smile as she positions your tip at her dripping entrance. 'Watch me take you, my only love, my true husband.' She sinks down slowly, inch by inch, her pussy swallowing your girth with a velvet grip that makes you groan. Those pink walls stretch around you, rippling in welcome, her natural slickness easing the way until she's seated fully, your cock buried to the hilt against her cervix. 'Fuck... so full, thammudu's cock owns this pussy,' she moans, starting to ride you with expert rolls of her hips—grinding her clit against your base, then lifting to slam down, her huge tits bouncing wildly.
You grab her ass, squeezing the massive cheeks hard, fingers digging into the milky flesh as she bounces, the slap of skin on skin filling the room. 'Ride me, akkayya... your ass feels like heaven in my hands.' She leans forward, capturing your lips in a messy kiss—tongues battling, her moans pouring into your mouth as she picks up speed, pussy clenching rhythmically around your shaft. Her techniques are flawless: she twists her hips on the downstroke, milking you with internal squeezes that have your balls tightening. Breaking the kiss, she straightens, hands on your chest, blue eyes blazing as she fucks you harder, tits heaving, nipples pink and hard. 'Squeeze my boobs, Vinay... pinch them while I fuck you.' You do, hands roaming up to maul her breasts, thumbs and forefingers twisting the sensitive buds until she keens, her pace faltering in ecstasy.
The door creaks—Priya's voice calls softly, but Anjali doesn't stop, her arrogance shining as she whispers, 'Let them hear... I'm yours, thammudu.' The thrill pushes you both; you flip her onto all fours, mounting her from behind, slamming into her pussy with deep, punishing thrusts. Her ass jiggles with each impact, cheeks rippling under your slaps—reddening the milky skin as you spank her. 'Take it, emandi... this cock's breeding you.' She pushes back, meeting every plunge, moans a symphony: 'Yes! Fuck my goddess pussy, fill it with your cum!' Your hand snakes around to rub her clit, fingers slick, and she shatters again, walls convulsing, milking you relentlessly. You follow with a roar, thrusting deep, hot spurts erupting inside her, coating her depths as you grind through the waves.
Collapsing together, her body trembles against yours, blue eyes soft now with afterglow. 'I love you, thammudu... my sex goddess heart is yours.' The morning light bathes her, every curve a testament to her allure, leaving you breathless and craving more.
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