06-01-2026, 09:08 AM
38. Movie Night Entanglements (Vinay's Perspective)
The living room of the cabin hums with the soft glow of the TV screen, casting flickering shadows across the walls as the romantic movie unfolds. Rajesh slouches on the far end of the couch, his eyes glued to the screen, oblivious as always, munching on popcorn like it's his only concern. Priya perches on the armchair nearby, her legs tucked under her, stealing glances at the plot with a mix of curiosity and boredom. Anjali sits on the middle cushion, separate from everyone, her voluptuous frame dbangd in a skimpy tank top that strains against her massive breasts and a pair of tiny shorts that hug her enormous ass cheeks. Her milky white skin gleams under the dim light, those blue eyes half-focused on the lovers embracing on screen, but you catch the subtle shift in her posture—the way her pink lips part slightly, mirroring the on-screen passion.
You're on the other end of the couch, close enough to Anjali to feel the heat radiating from her body, but not touching yet. The movie's tension builds: the hero pulls the heroine close, their lips crashing in a heated kiss that makes the room feel smaller, thicker with unspoken desires. Your cock stirs in your pants, hardening at the sight of Anjali's chest rising faster, her huge tits pressing against the thin fabric, nipples already poking through like pink invitations. You lean in slowly, your breath hot against her ear, and press your lips to the side of her neck—that flawless, whiter-than-white skin so soft it yields under your mouth like warm silk.
She freezes for a second, a soft gasp escaping her full pink lips, but doesn't pull away. Instead, her head tilts just enough to give you more access, her blue eyes fluttering shut as you plant open-mouthed kisses along the curve of her neck, tongue flicking out to taste the salt of her skin. 'Thammudu,' she whispers, voice barely audible over the movie's dialogue, but laced with that husky need that makes your balls tighten. Rajesh shifts slightly, chuckling at some rom-com line, but he doesn't look over. Priya's gaze flicks your way, her lips curving in a knowing smirk—she knows the game, and it excites her too.
Your hands itch to touch, but you start slow, lips trailing up to her earlobe, sucking it gently between your teeth, nibbling just hard enough to make her shiver. Anjali's breath hitches, her thighs pressing together as arousal floods her. The movie's kiss scene intensifies, moans echoing from the speakers, and she can't take it anymore. With a subtle glance at the others, she slides off the couch and climbs into your lap, straddling your thighs facing you, her massive ass settling heavy against your growing erection. The weight of her presses your cock flat against your stomach, trapped in the heat between her legs, and she grinds once, experimentally, her shorts riding up to expose more of those plush cheeks.
'Fuck, akkayya,' you murmur against her neck, hands immediately sliding up her sides to cup her enormous breasts over the tank top. They're so full, overflowing your palms even through the fabric, the soft milky flesh yielding as you squeeze hard, thumbs circling the stiff pink nipples that tent the material. She arches into your grip, a low moan slipping out—throaty and wet, like she's already dripping for you. Your mouth returns to her neck, sucking harder now, leaving faint red marks on that pristine white skin, tongue laving the spots to soothe and tease. Her ears get the next treatment: you capture the lobe again, sucking it deep, then blowing cool air over the wet skin, making her whimper and rock her hips faster against your bulge.
Priya clears her throat softly, but her eyes are dark with lust, one hand drifting to her own thigh as she watches. Rajesh? Still lost in the movie, assuming Anjali's just getting comfy. The escalation hits like a spark to dry tinder—Anjali's hands fist your shirt, pulling you closer as she turns her head, crashing her pink lips against yours in a sloppy, desperate kiss. Tongues tangle immediately, hers thrusting into your mouth with that expert swirl she does, tasting of sweet lip gloss and raw hunger. You squeeze her tits rougher, fingers digging into the heavy orbs, kneading them like dough while your thumbs pinch and roll her nipples through the top, twisting until she breaks the kiss with a sharp cry: 'Ahh, Vinay... harder, squeeze my big tits.'
The tank top comes next—you yank it up and over her head in one swift motion, baring those goddess-like breasts to the room. They're perfection: pale white globes, veined faintly blue under the surface, topped with rosy pink areolas and nipples erect like eraser tips, begging to be sucked. Anjali doesn't care who's watching; her arrogance flares as she thrusts her chest out, offering them to you. You latch onto one immediately, mouth sealing over the peak, sucking hard while your teeth graze the sensitive bud. She bucks in your lap, pussy grinding down on your cock through the layers of cloth, soaking her shorts as her arousal leaks. 'Yes, thammudu... suck akkayya's nipples, make them ache for you,' she moans louder now, voice a sultry rasp that drowns out the TV.
Your free hand mauls the other breast, pinching and pulling the nipple until it's elongated and red, then swapping sides to give the first the same rough treatment. Anjali's blue eyes lock onto yours, wild and feral, as she reaches down to palm your cock through your pants, stroking the thick length with firm pumps that have pre-cum staining the front. Priya stands, unable to stay seated, and moves closer, her hand brushing Anjali's arm. 'You two are impossible,' she breathes, but leans in to kiss Anjali's shoulder, tongue tracing a line up to her neck while you continue devouring her tits.
Rajesh finally glances over, his face flushing red, but he doesn't move—frozen in shock and that pathetic inadequacy, his small dick probably twitching uselessly in his pants. Anjali notices, her lips curling in a wicked smile as she grinds harder on you. 'Watch, Rajesh... see how a real man handles these.' The words fuel you; you stand suddenly, lifting her with ease—her legs wrapping around your waist, massive ass in your hands as you carry her to the couch's armrest, bending her back over it. Her shorts get ripped down, exposing her shaved pussy—pink lips swollen and glistening, clit throbbing visibly, entrance clenching with need. That tight pink anus peeks below, flawless and inviting.
You drop to your knees, spreading her thighs wide, and bury your face in her cunt. Tongue spears her folds first, lapping up the tangy juices that coat her inner thighs, then flattens against her clit in firm strokes that make her scream: 'Oh god, thammudu! Lick my pussy, eat it like you own it.' You do, sucking the pearl hard, two fingers plunging into her tight heat, curling to stroke her G-spot with rapid pumps. Her walls flutter around them, gushing more slick as her hips buck wildly. Priya kneels beside you, taking one of Anjali's tits in her mouth, sucking the nipple while her hand tweaks the other. Anjali's moans turn frantic—deep, guttural cries mixed with breathy sobs: 'Yes, both of you... fuck, I'm your slut goddess.'
Rajesh stammers something, but Anjali ignores him, her blue eyes rolling back as you add a third finger, stretching her pussy wide, thumb pressing her clit. Your tongue dips lower, rimming her anus—circling the pink ring before pushing inside, fucking the tight hole with shallow thrusts. She explodes then, body convulsing, squirting hot over your wrist and chin, walls clamping down as waves crash through her. 'Cumming! Thammudu, Priya... ahh, yes!' Priya laps at the stray fluids on Anjali's thigh, her own arousal evident in her flushed cheeks.
You rise, shedding your pants, cock springing free—thick and veined, head purple and leaking. Anjali pulls you close, guiding you to her entrance, and you thrust in deep, bottoming out in one go. Her pussy grips you like a vice, rippling with aftershocks, as you start pounding—hard, relentless slams that make her tits bounce wildly. 'Fuck me, emandi... breed this goddess cunt,' she demands, nails raking your back. Priya strips too, fingering herself while kissing Anjali deeply, their tongues visible in the wet clash.
You flip Anjali onto her stomach over the armrest, re-entering from behind, hands slapping her massive ass cheeks—watching them jiggle and redden under the impacts. Your cock stretches her pink walls, balls slapping her clit with each plunge. Rajesh watches now, hand in his pants, stroking pathetically as the scene devours him. You reach around, rubbing Anjali's clit fast, and she cums again, milking you until you can't hold back—pulling out to spray thick ropes of cum across her ass and back, marking her milky skin.
Panting, Anjali turns, licking your cock clean with slow, swirling sucks that empty you completely. Priya joins, their mouths meeting around your shaft in a messy kiss, sharing the taste. The movie credits roll, but the real show has just begun, leaving everyone breathless in the charged air.
The living room of the cabin hums with the soft glow of the TV screen, casting flickering shadows across the walls as the romantic movie unfolds. Rajesh slouches on the far end of the couch, his eyes glued to the screen, oblivious as always, munching on popcorn like it's his only concern. Priya perches on the armchair nearby, her legs tucked under her, stealing glances at the plot with a mix of curiosity and boredom. Anjali sits on the middle cushion, separate from everyone, her voluptuous frame dbangd in a skimpy tank top that strains against her massive breasts and a pair of tiny shorts that hug her enormous ass cheeks. Her milky white skin gleams under the dim light, those blue eyes half-focused on the lovers embracing on screen, but you catch the subtle shift in her posture—the way her pink lips part slightly, mirroring the on-screen passion.
You're on the other end of the couch, close enough to Anjali to feel the heat radiating from her body, but not touching yet. The movie's tension builds: the hero pulls the heroine close, their lips crashing in a heated kiss that makes the room feel smaller, thicker with unspoken desires. Your cock stirs in your pants, hardening at the sight of Anjali's chest rising faster, her huge tits pressing against the thin fabric, nipples already poking through like pink invitations. You lean in slowly, your breath hot against her ear, and press your lips to the side of her neck—that flawless, whiter-than-white skin so soft it yields under your mouth like warm silk.
She freezes for a second, a soft gasp escaping her full pink lips, but doesn't pull away. Instead, her head tilts just enough to give you more access, her blue eyes fluttering shut as you plant open-mouthed kisses along the curve of her neck, tongue flicking out to taste the salt of her skin. 'Thammudu,' she whispers, voice barely audible over the movie's dialogue, but laced with that husky need that makes your balls tighten. Rajesh shifts slightly, chuckling at some rom-com line, but he doesn't look over. Priya's gaze flicks your way, her lips curving in a knowing smirk—she knows the game, and it excites her too.
Your hands itch to touch, but you start slow, lips trailing up to her earlobe, sucking it gently between your teeth, nibbling just hard enough to make her shiver. Anjali's breath hitches, her thighs pressing together as arousal floods her. The movie's kiss scene intensifies, moans echoing from the speakers, and she can't take it anymore. With a subtle glance at the others, she slides off the couch and climbs into your lap, straddling your thighs facing you, her massive ass settling heavy against your growing erection. The weight of her presses your cock flat against your stomach, trapped in the heat between her legs, and she grinds once, experimentally, her shorts riding up to expose more of those plush cheeks.
'Fuck, akkayya,' you murmur against her neck, hands immediately sliding up her sides to cup her enormous breasts over the tank top. They're so full, overflowing your palms even through the fabric, the soft milky flesh yielding as you squeeze hard, thumbs circling the stiff pink nipples that tent the material. She arches into your grip, a low moan slipping out—throaty and wet, like she's already dripping for you. Your mouth returns to her neck, sucking harder now, leaving faint red marks on that pristine white skin, tongue laving the spots to soothe and tease. Her ears get the next treatment: you capture the lobe again, sucking it deep, then blowing cool air over the wet skin, making her whimper and rock her hips faster against your bulge.
Priya clears her throat softly, but her eyes are dark with lust, one hand drifting to her own thigh as she watches. Rajesh? Still lost in the movie, assuming Anjali's just getting comfy. The escalation hits like a spark to dry tinder—Anjali's hands fist your shirt, pulling you closer as she turns her head, crashing her pink lips against yours in a sloppy, desperate kiss. Tongues tangle immediately, hers thrusting into your mouth with that expert swirl she does, tasting of sweet lip gloss and raw hunger. You squeeze her tits rougher, fingers digging into the heavy orbs, kneading them like dough while your thumbs pinch and roll her nipples through the top, twisting until she breaks the kiss with a sharp cry: 'Ahh, Vinay... harder, squeeze my big tits.'
The tank top comes next—you yank it up and over her head in one swift motion, baring those goddess-like breasts to the room. They're perfection: pale white globes, veined faintly blue under the surface, topped with rosy pink areolas and nipples erect like eraser tips, begging to be sucked. Anjali doesn't care who's watching; her arrogance flares as she thrusts her chest out, offering them to you. You latch onto one immediately, mouth sealing over the peak, sucking hard while your teeth graze the sensitive bud. She bucks in your lap, pussy grinding down on your cock through the layers of cloth, soaking her shorts as her arousal leaks. 'Yes, thammudu... suck akkayya's nipples, make them ache for you,' she moans louder now, voice a sultry rasp that drowns out the TV.
Your free hand mauls the other breast, pinching and pulling the nipple until it's elongated and red, then swapping sides to give the first the same rough treatment. Anjali's blue eyes lock onto yours, wild and feral, as she reaches down to palm your cock through your pants, stroking the thick length with firm pumps that have pre-cum staining the front. Priya stands, unable to stay seated, and moves closer, her hand brushing Anjali's arm. 'You two are impossible,' she breathes, but leans in to kiss Anjali's shoulder, tongue tracing a line up to her neck while you continue devouring her tits.
Rajesh finally glances over, his face flushing red, but he doesn't move—frozen in shock and that pathetic inadequacy, his small dick probably twitching uselessly in his pants. Anjali notices, her lips curling in a wicked smile as she grinds harder on you. 'Watch, Rajesh... see how a real man handles these.' The words fuel you; you stand suddenly, lifting her with ease—her legs wrapping around your waist, massive ass in your hands as you carry her to the couch's armrest, bending her back over it. Her shorts get ripped down, exposing her shaved pussy—pink lips swollen and glistening, clit throbbing visibly, entrance clenching with need. That tight pink anus peeks below, flawless and inviting.
You drop to your knees, spreading her thighs wide, and bury your face in her cunt. Tongue spears her folds first, lapping up the tangy juices that coat her inner thighs, then flattens against her clit in firm strokes that make her scream: 'Oh god, thammudu! Lick my pussy, eat it like you own it.' You do, sucking the pearl hard, two fingers plunging into her tight heat, curling to stroke her G-spot with rapid pumps. Her walls flutter around them, gushing more slick as her hips buck wildly. Priya kneels beside you, taking one of Anjali's tits in her mouth, sucking the nipple while her hand tweaks the other. Anjali's moans turn frantic—deep, guttural cries mixed with breathy sobs: 'Yes, both of you... fuck, I'm your slut goddess.'
Rajesh stammers something, but Anjali ignores him, her blue eyes rolling back as you add a third finger, stretching her pussy wide, thumb pressing her clit. Your tongue dips lower, rimming her anus—circling the pink ring before pushing inside, fucking the tight hole with shallow thrusts. She explodes then, body convulsing, squirting hot over your wrist and chin, walls clamping down as waves crash through her. 'Cumming! Thammudu, Priya... ahh, yes!' Priya laps at the stray fluids on Anjali's thigh, her own arousal evident in her flushed cheeks.
You rise, shedding your pants, cock springing free—thick and veined, head purple and leaking. Anjali pulls you close, guiding you to her entrance, and you thrust in deep, bottoming out in one go. Her pussy grips you like a vice, rippling with aftershocks, as you start pounding—hard, relentless slams that make her tits bounce wildly. 'Fuck me, emandi... breed this goddess cunt,' she demands, nails raking your back. Priya strips too, fingering herself while kissing Anjali deeply, their tongues visible in the wet clash.
You flip Anjali onto her stomach over the armrest, re-entering from behind, hands slapping her massive ass cheeks—watching them jiggle and redden under the impacts. Your cock stretches her pink walls, balls slapping her clit with each plunge. Rajesh watches now, hand in his pants, stroking pathetically as the scene devours him. You reach around, rubbing Anjali's clit fast, and she cums again, milking you until you can't hold back—pulling out to spray thick ropes of cum across her ass and back, marking her milky skin.
Panting, Anjali turns, licking your cock clean with slow, swirling sucks that empty you completely. Priya joins, their mouths meeting around your shaft in a messy kiss, sharing the taste. The movie credits roll, but the real show has just begun, leaving everyone breathless in the charged air.
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