10-01-2026, 02:31 PM
Devika's hands moved to her waist, fingers finding where the wet burgundy silk was tucked. She began unwrapping the remaining layers with deliberate slowness, each movement calculated to torment the man watching her with hungry eyes.
"Stop."
Pathan's voice cut through the night air, sharp with command. His hand shot out, catching her wrist before she could continue.
Devika froze, confusion flickering across her features. "What—"
"Don't remove it." His eyes traced the curves of her body, lingering on how the wet saree clung to every dip and swell. "You're sexier like this. With the saree showing your curves but hiding what's underneath."
She stared at him, processing his words. Her hand fell away from the fabric, arms dropping to her sides as she studied his face for any hint of mockery or game-playing.
"Are you sure?" Doubt colored her voice. "You don't want to see me completely naked?"
"I'm sure." No hesitation. His gaze traveled slowly down her body—the wet blouse outlining her breasts, the saree molded to her waist and hips, the fabric clinging to her thighs. "This is perfect. You're perfect exactly like this."
Devika's eyes widened slightly. "I've never..." She paused, searching for words. "I've never met a man who prefers a woman dressed rather than naked."
Something shifted in Pathan's expression—pride mixing with desire. He closed the distance between them, his wet body pressing against hers as his mouth found her lips.
The kiss consumed them both. His tongue pushed past her lips, tangling with hers while his hands roamed across wet silk. He touched her through the saree—cupping her ass, gripping her waist, feeling the curves he'd just praised.
When they finally broke apart, Pathan took her hands in his. He guided them down, pressing her palms against her own thighs.
"Hold here," he commanded softly.
Before Devika could question the instruction, Pathan bent slightly and lifted. His hands gripped the backs of her thighs, hoisting her up as if she weighed nothing. Devika's legs automatically wrapped around his waist for balance, her saree bunching between them.
"What are you doing?" Alarm crept into her voice as she locked her ankles behind his back.
"Stay calm." His voice rumbled against her ear, breath hot on her neck. "Trust me."
Devika settled more securely onto his lap, her arms coming around his shoulders. The position pressed her pussy—covered only by thin, soaked panties now that her saree had ridden up—directly against his still-hard cock. She could feel every ridge and vein through the minimal barriers.
Pathan began walking, his steps measured and careful. Devika clung tighter as he moved toward the water's edge.
"Why are you going to the lake?" Nervousness sharpened her question.
Pathan sealed her lips with his, swallowing the rest of her protests. His mouth moved against hers with possessive intensity as he continued wading into the water. Cool liquid lapped at his calves, then his knees, rising steadily higher.
When he finally released her mouth, Devika gasped. "I don't know how to swim!"
"That's fine." His voice carried absolute confidence. "I can take care of you. We're not going deep."
The water reached his thighs now, then his hips. Pathan stopped there, the lake creating a natural boundary around them. Moonlight painted the surface silver, transforming their surroundings into something ethereal.
Devika relaxed slightly in his arms. The water's buoyancy made her feel weightless despite her secure grip on Pathan's shoulders. Her burgundy saree floated around them like dark clouds, the fabric billowing and swirling with each small movement.
Her feet didn't touch the ground. She existed entirely supported by Pathan—her legs wrapped around his waist, his hands gripping her ass, the water cradling them both.
"Never in my life..." Pathan's voice emerged rough with emotion. "Never did I think I'd romance with a Kerala woman in a lake under a full moon."
The confession pierced something in Devika's chest. "I've never had a moment like this either."
She pulled him into a kiss—deep and tender, so different from the frantic coupling of minutes before. This kiss spoke of connection rather than just lust, intimacy beyond the physical.
Pathan's hands moved beneath the floating saree. His palms slid along her thighs, feeling smooth skin made slippery by water. Then he found the edge of her panties.
The thin fabric clung wetly to her ass. Pathan's fingers explored through the barrier, squeezing the generous curves, learning their shape and weight. He kneaded the soft flesh while maintaining the kiss, their tongues moving in lazy rhythm.
His fingers found the bottom elastic of her panties. He hooked beneath the edge and pulled, creating space. Now his hands slipped inside, touching her naked ass for the first time.
The skin-to-skin contact made them both groan into the kiss. Pathan's palms filled with bare flesh—warm and soft despite the water's chill. He squeezed harder, his fingers digging into her curves possessively.
Breaking the kiss, he moaned against her lips. "Madam, your ass is so sexy. I've waited so long to feel this."
Devika smiled, pleasure and power flooding through her at his obvious worship. "Then enjoy it."
Pathan didn't need further permission. His hands explored thoroughly—mapping every inch, learning the dip at the small of her back, the way her flesh gave under pressure. One finger traced down her ass crack, following the valley between her cheeks.
The intimate touch made Devika's breath hitch. No one had ever explored her there with such deliberate attention. Pathan's finger moved slowly, teasingly, not pushing inside but just tracing the sensitive skin.
Then his hands shifted, moving around to her front. His fingers slid through water and beneath fabric, seeking new territory. When they found her pussy, both of them gasped.
Pathan's fingers explored her mound, feeling slight hair there—not completely shaved smooth but trimmed short. "I love this," he breathed. "Natural."
His fingers searched lower, finding her slit. The lips were swollen, slick with more than just lake water. He traced along them gently at first, learning their shape.
Then he found her clit.
The small nub pulsed beneath his touch. Pathan rubbed it in slow circles, applying just enough pressure to make Devika's entire body jerk in his arms.
"Oh..." The moan tore from her throat, cutting off their kiss. She couldn't maintain the connection—couldn't focus on anything except the sensation of his fingers working her pussy under the water and floating saree.
Pathan increased the pressure, his circles growing faster. His other hand gripped her ass, holding her steady as she began to squirm.
"Pathan..." His name emerged as a desperate plea.
His fingers moved from her clit to her entrance, circling the opening before starting to work her panties lower. The thin fabric slid down her thighs, impeded by water and their position.
Devika's eyes flew open. "Wait—you're going to lose my panty in the lake!"
"No worries." Pathan's voice carried dark amusement. He worked the fabric lower, past her knees, finally freeing it completely. "The entire night your pussy needs to hold my dick. You won't need panties."
The crude promise sent heat flooding through Devika's core despite the water's coolness. She smiled and pulled him into another kiss, surrendering to the logic.
While his mouth moved against hers, Devika's own hands explored beneath the water. Her palms found his ass—firm muscle covered by smooth skin. She squeezed, marveling at the difference between male and female bodies, the hardness where she was soft.
Pathan's fingers returned to her pussy. This time two digits pressed inside simultaneously, stretching her entrance. The water made the penetration smoother, easier, his fingers sliding deep.
"Oh my god, Pathan..." Devika broke the kiss, her head falling back as she moaned. "Your fingers are so fucking perfect inside me, stretching me open slow and deep."
The explicit words drove him wild. His fingers pumped faster, curling slightly to find the spot inside her that made her vision blur. The water created resistance, making each thrust deliberate and powerful.
Devika's hands explored his ass crack now, her fingers tracing the valley there just as his had done to her. She felt the puckered skin of his hole, rubbing gently.
"Yesyesyes..." She couldn't form complete sentences anymore. "Keep doing that—your fingers feel so damn good sliding in and out."
Pathan's fingers worked her thoroughly. He explored every inch he could reach—the slick walls gripping him, the spot that made her cry out, the rhythm that made her thighs tremble. His thumb found her clit, rubbing circles while his fingers continued their internal assault.
"Right there..." Devika's nails dug into his shoulders. "Don't stop, you're hitting it perfect."
Her own finger pressed slightly against his asshole, not penetrating but teasing the sensitive ring of muscle. The sensation made Pathan's cock jerk violently between them, leaking fresh precum into the water.
"Goddamn..." His moan matched hers in desperation. "Your fingers tracing my crack... making me leak already."
They stared at each other, faces inches apart, exchanging moans and filthy encouragement. The moonlight caught the water droplets on their skin, making them both glow silver.
Devika's finger rubbed more deliberately at his hole, applying gentle pressure. "Keep squeezing," Pathan groaned. "Tease my hole with those hands."
"You like that?" She pressed slightly harder, feeling the muscle flutter.
"Fuck yes."
Spurred by her touch, Pathan increased his own speed. Three fingers now pumped into her pussy, stretching her wider. His thumb worked her clit with increasing pressure, driving her toward the edge.
The pleasure built too fast, too intense. Devika couldn't control her reactions anymore. Her mouth opened against his shoulder and she bit down—not hard enough to break skin but enough to leave marks, enough to ground herself against the overwhelming sensations.
Pathan adjusted his grip, steadying her more securely on his hips. His fingers withdrew from her pussy, leaving her empty and aching. Then she felt it—the blunt head of his cock pressing against her entrance.
"Are you going to fuck me?" The question emerged breathless, half plea and half demand.
"No." His voice strained with restraint. "Just a little tease."
He moved her hips, rubbing her pussy along the length of his cock. The hard shaft slid through her folds, coating itself with her arousal. Then he positioned the head at her entrance and pushed—just the tip, just enough to stretch her slightly before withdrawing.
The teasing drove Devika mad with need. "Pathan, I love you."
The words surprised them both. They hung in the air for a heartbeat before Devika continued.
"Fuck me. Please."
"Yes."
Pathan thrust upward while pulling her hips down. His cock buried itself completely in one smooth stroke, stretching her around his girth. They both cried out—the sensation of finally being joined overwhelming everything else.
He kissed her hard, swallowing her moans as he began to move. His hips thrust upward while his hands guided her movements, creating a rhythm. The water added resistance, making each stroke deliberate and deep.
Devika clung to him, her legs locked around his waist as he fucked her under the moonlit lake. The position hit different angles than she'd ever experienced—his cock driving up into her while gravity pulled her down, creating perfect friction.
After several minutes of this aquatic coupling, Pathan stilled. He withdrew carefully, his cock sliding free with a wet sound. Supporting her weight, he waded back toward shore.
When they reached shallow water, he lowered her feet to the ground. Her legs shook, barely supporting her weight. Pathan guided her out of the lake, water streaming from their bodies.
He led her to the ancient tree—the same one where they'd sheltered from the rain. Positioning her before it, his hands pressed between her shoulder blades.
"Bend forward. Hold the tree."
Devika obeyed, placing her palms against rough bark. The position bent her at the waist, her ass lifting invitingly as her chest pressed toward the trunk. She turned her head, looking back over her shoulder at Pathan.
He stood behind her, his eyes fixed on her raised ass. His hands found the wet saree bunched at her hips and lifted, exposing her completely from waist down.
"Fuck..." The word emerged reverent. "I've only seen an ass this clean and perfect in porn movies."
His hands explored the curves before him—squeezing, spreading, admiring. The moonlight painted her brown skin silver, highlighting every dip and swell.
"Do you go to a gym?" Genuine curiosity colored his question.
"No." Devika's voice came out breathless. "Why?"
"Because this is so sexy. So perfectly shaped." His palms cupped her cheeks, lifting and releasing to watch them bounce. "How is it possible without training?"
Devika smiled despite her vulnerable position. "Maybe it's a Kerala thing."
The answer delighted Pathan. His hand drew back and landed a sharp slap on her right cheek.
The crack echoed across the water. Devika groaned—part pain, part arousal. The sting spread across her skin, warming it.
Before she could process the sensation, Pathan's cock pressed against her entrance. He thrust forward, burying himself completely in one stroke. The force pushed Devika harder against the tree, bark scbanging her palms.
"Oh god!" Her moan tore through the night.
Pathan gripped her hips and began fucking her in earnest. His pelvis slammed against her ass with each thrust, creating rhythmic impacts that made the flesh jiggle. The sound of skin slapping skin mixed with their combined moans.
He established a punishing pace—hard and fast, driven by hours of teasing and denied release. His cock stretched her with each forward drive, the angle hitting spots that made stars burst behind Devika's eyes.
His hand landed another slap on her ass—harder this time. The pain mixed with pleasure, creating a cocktail of sensation that pushed Devika closer to the edge.
"Pathan!" She couldn't form complete sentences. "Fuck—yes—harder—"
He obliged, his hips moving faster. Each thrust ended with his groin crashing against her ass, the impact making her entire body jerk forward. His hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, using the leverage to pull her back onto his cock with each stroke.
Another slap. Then another. The sharp cracks punctuated his thrusts, Pathan alternating between spreading pleasure and pain across her ass cheeks. Each impact made Devika groan louder, her sounds echoing across the moonlit lake.
The tree bark bit into her palms but she barely noticed, too consumed by the overwhelming sensations. Pathan's cock filled her completely, stretching her around his girth, hitting depths she didn't know existed. The position gave him complete control, allowed him to use her body for his pleasure while somehow delivering even more to her.
"Your ass..." Pathan's words emerged broken between thrusts. "Bouncing... perfect... mine..."
Another slap landed, this one hard enough to make Devika cry out sharply. The sting bloomed across her skin, adding to the symphony of sensations threatening to overwhelm her completely.
Her pussy clenched around him, muscles beginning to flutter with the approach of orgasm. Pathan felt the change, the way her body gripped him tighter, and increased his pace impossibly further.
The night filled with their sounds—moans and groans and the wet slap of flesh meeting flesh. The ancient tree bore witness to their coupling, moonlight painting their joined bodies in shades of silver and shadow.
"Stop."
Pathan's voice cut through the night air, sharp with command. His hand shot out, catching her wrist before she could continue.
Devika froze, confusion flickering across her features. "What—"
"Don't remove it." His eyes traced the curves of her body, lingering on how the wet saree clung to every dip and swell. "You're sexier like this. With the saree showing your curves but hiding what's underneath."
She stared at him, processing his words. Her hand fell away from the fabric, arms dropping to her sides as she studied his face for any hint of mockery or game-playing.
"Are you sure?" Doubt colored her voice. "You don't want to see me completely naked?"
"I'm sure." No hesitation. His gaze traveled slowly down her body—the wet blouse outlining her breasts, the saree molded to her waist and hips, the fabric clinging to her thighs. "This is perfect. You're perfect exactly like this."
Devika's eyes widened slightly. "I've never..." She paused, searching for words. "I've never met a man who prefers a woman dressed rather than naked."
Something shifted in Pathan's expression—pride mixing with desire. He closed the distance between them, his wet body pressing against hers as his mouth found her lips.
The kiss consumed them both. His tongue pushed past her lips, tangling with hers while his hands roamed across wet silk. He touched her through the saree—cupping her ass, gripping her waist, feeling the curves he'd just praised.
When they finally broke apart, Pathan took her hands in his. He guided them down, pressing her palms against her own thighs.
"Hold here," he commanded softly.
Before Devika could question the instruction, Pathan bent slightly and lifted. His hands gripped the backs of her thighs, hoisting her up as if she weighed nothing. Devika's legs automatically wrapped around his waist for balance, her saree bunching between them.
"What are you doing?" Alarm crept into her voice as she locked her ankles behind his back.
"Stay calm." His voice rumbled against her ear, breath hot on her neck. "Trust me."
Devika settled more securely onto his lap, her arms coming around his shoulders. The position pressed her pussy—covered only by thin, soaked panties now that her saree had ridden up—directly against his still-hard cock. She could feel every ridge and vein through the minimal barriers.
Pathan began walking, his steps measured and careful. Devika clung tighter as he moved toward the water's edge.
"Why are you going to the lake?" Nervousness sharpened her question.
Pathan sealed her lips with his, swallowing the rest of her protests. His mouth moved against hers with possessive intensity as he continued wading into the water. Cool liquid lapped at his calves, then his knees, rising steadily higher.
When he finally released her mouth, Devika gasped. "I don't know how to swim!"
"That's fine." His voice carried absolute confidence. "I can take care of you. We're not going deep."
The water reached his thighs now, then his hips. Pathan stopped there, the lake creating a natural boundary around them. Moonlight painted the surface silver, transforming their surroundings into something ethereal.
Devika relaxed slightly in his arms. The water's buoyancy made her feel weightless despite her secure grip on Pathan's shoulders. Her burgundy saree floated around them like dark clouds, the fabric billowing and swirling with each small movement.
Her feet didn't touch the ground. She existed entirely supported by Pathan—her legs wrapped around his waist, his hands gripping her ass, the water cradling them both.
"Never in my life..." Pathan's voice emerged rough with emotion. "Never did I think I'd romance with a Kerala woman in a lake under a full moon."
The confession pierced something in Devika's chest. "I've never had a moment like this either."
She pulled him into a kiss—deep and tender, so different from the frantic coupling of minutes before. This kiss spoke of connection rather than just lust, intimacy beyond the physical.
Pathan's hands moved beneath the floating saree. His palms slid along her thighs, feeling smooth skin made slippery by water. Then he found the edge of her panties.
The thin fabric clung wetly to her ass. Pathan's fingers explored through the barrier, squeezing the generous curves, learning their shape and weight. He kneaded the soft flesh while maintaining the kiss, their tongues moving in lazy rhythm.
His fingers found the bottom elastic of her panties. He hooked beneath the edge and pulled, creating space. Now his hands slipped inside, touching her naked ass for the first time.
The skin-to-skin contact made them both groan into the kiss. Pathan's palms filled with bare flesh—warm and soft despite the water's chill. He squeezed harder, his fingers digging into her curves possessively.
Breaking the kiss, he moaned against her lips. "Madam, your ass is so sexy. I've waited so long to feel this."
Devika smiled, pleasure and power flooding through her at his obvious worship. "Then enjoy it."
Pathan didn't need further permission. His hands explored thoroughly—mapping every inch, learning the dip at the small of her back, the way her flesh gave under pressure. One finger traced down her ass crack, following the valley between her cheeks.
The intimate touch made Devika's breath hitch. No one had ever explored her there with such deliberate attention. Pathan's finger moved slowly, teasingly, not pushing inside but just tracing the sensitive skin.
Then his hands shifted, moving around to her front. His fingers slid through water and beneath fabric, seeking new territory. When they found her pussy, both of them gasped.
Pathan's fingers explored her mound, feeling slight hair there—not completely shaved smooth but trimmed short. "I love this," he breathed. "Natural."
His fingers searched lower, finding her slit. The lips were swollen, slick with more than just lake water. He traced along them gently at first, learning their shape.
Then he found her clit.
The small nub pulsed beneath his touch. Pathan rubbed it in slow circles, applying just enough pressure to make Devika's entire body jerk in his arms.
"Oh..." The moan tore from her throat, cutting off their kiss. She couldn't maintain the connection—couldn't focus on anything except the sensation of his fingers working her pussy under the water and floating saree.
Pathan increased the pressure, his circles growing faster. His other hand gripped her ass, holding her steady as she began to squirm.
"Pathan..." His name emerged as a desperate plea.
His fingers moved from her clit to her entrance, circling the opening before starting to work her panties lower. The thin fabric slid down her thighs, impeded by water and their position.
Devika's eyes flew open. "Wait—you're going to lose my panty in the lake!"
"No worries." Pathan's voice carried dark amusement. He worked the fabric lower, past her knees, finally freeing it completely. "The entire night your pussy needs to hold my dick. You won't need panties."
The crude promise sent heat flooding through Devika's core despite the water's coolness. She smiled and pulled him into another kiss, surrendering to the logic.
While his mouth moved against hers, Devika's own hands explored beneath the water. Her palms found his ass—firm muscle covered by smooth skin. She squeezed, marveling at the difference between male and female bodies, the hardness where she was soft.
Pathan's fingers returned to her pussy. This time two digits pressed inside simultaneously, stretching her entrance. The water made the penetration smoother, easier, his fingers sliding deep.
"Oh my god, Pathan..." Devika broke the kiss, her head falling back as she moaned. "Your fingers are so fucking perfect inside me, stretching me open slow and deep."
The explicit words drove him wild. His fingers pumped faster, curling slightly to find the spot inside her that made her vision blur. The water created resistance, making each thrust deliberate and powerful.
Devika's hands explored his ass crack now, her fingers tracing the valley there just as his had done to her. She felt the puckered skin of his hole, rubbing gently.
"Yesyesyes..." She couldn't form complete sentences anymore. "Keep doing that—your fingers feel so damn good sliding in and out."
Pathan's fingers worked her thoroughly. He explored every inch he could reach—the slick walls gripping him, the spot that made her cry out, the rhythm that made her thighs tremble. His thumb found her clit, rubbing circles while his fingers continued their internal assault.
"Right there..." Devika's nails dug into his shoulders. "Don't stop, you're hitting it perfect."
Her own finger pressed slightly against his asshole, not penetrating but teasing the sensitive ring of muscle. The sensation made Pathan's cock jerk violently between them, leaking fresh precum into the water.
"Goddamn..." His moan matched hers in desperation. "Your fingers tracing my crack... making me leak already."
They stared at each other, faces inches apart, exchanging moans and filthy encouragement. The moonlight caught the water droplets on their skin, making them both glow silver.
Devika's finger rubbed more deliberately at his hole, applying gentle pressure. "Keep squeezing," Pathan groaned. "Tease my hole with those hands."
"You like that?" She pressed slightly harder, feeling the muscle flutter.
"Fuck yes."
Spurred by her touch, Pathan increased his own speed. Three fingers now pumped into her pussy, stretching her wider. His thumb worked her clit with increasing pressure, driving her toward the edge.
The pleasure built too fast, too intense. Devika couldn't control her reactions anymore. Her mouth opened against his shoulder and she bit down—not hard enough to break skin but enough to leave marks, enough to ground herself against the overwhelming sensations.
Pathan adjusted his grip, steadying her more securely on his hips. His fingers withdrew from her pussy, leaving her empty and aching. Then she felt it—the blunt head of his cock pressing against her entrance.
"Are you going to fuck me?" The question emerged breathless, half plea and half demand.
"No." His voice strained with restraint. "Just a little tease."
He moved her hips, rubbing her pussy along the length of his cock. The hard shaft slid through her folds, coating itself with her arousal. Then he positioned the head at her entrance and pushed—just the tip, just enough to stretch her slightly before withdrawing.
The teasing drove Devika mad with need. "Pathan, I love you."
The words surprised them both. They hung in the air for a heartbeat before Devika continued.
"Fuck me. Please."
"Yes."
Pathan thrust upward while pulling her hips down. His cock buried itself completely in one smooth stroke, stretching her around his girth. They both cried out—the sensation of finally being joined overwhelming everything else.
He kissed her hard, swallowing her moans as he began to move. His hips thrust upward while his hands guided her movements, creating a rhythm. The water added resistance, making each stroke deliberate and deep.
Devika clung to him, her legs locked around his waist as he fucked her under the moonlit lake. The position hit different angles than she'd ever experienced—his cock driving up into her while gravity pulled her down, creating perfect friction.
After several minutes of this aquatic coupling, Pathan stilled. He withdrew carefully, his cock sliding free with a wet sound. Supporting her weight, he waded back toward shore.
When they reached shallow water, he lowered her feet to the ground. Her legs shook, barely supporting her weight. Pathan guided her out of the lake, water streaming from their bodies.
He led her to the ancient tree—the same one where they'd sheltered from the rain. Positioning her before it, his hands pressed between her shoulder blades.
"Bend forward. Hold the tree."
Devika obeyed, placing her palms against rough bark. The position bent her at the waist, her ass lifting invitingly as her chest pressed toward the trunk. She turned her head, looking back over her shoulder at Pathan.
He stood behind her, his eyes fixed on her raised ass. His hands found the wet saree bunched at her hips and lifted, exposing her completely from waist down.
"Fuck..." The word emerged reverent. "I've only seen an ass this clean and perfect in porn movies."
His hands explored the curves before him—squeezing, spreading, admiring. The moonlight painted her brown skin silver, highlighting every dip and swell.
"Do you go to a gym?" Genuine curiosity colored his question.
"No." Devika's voice came out breathless. "Why?"
"Because this is so sexy. So perfectly shaped." His palms cupped her cheeks, lifting and releasing to watch them bounce. "How is it possible without training?"
Devika smiled despite her vulnerable position. "Maybe it's a Kerala thing."
The answer delighted Pathan. His hand drew back and landed a sharp slap on her right cheek.
The crack echoed across the water. Devika groaned—part pain, part arousal. The sting spread across her skin, warming it.
Before she could process the sensation, Pathan's cock pressed against her entrance. He thrust forward, burying himself completely in one stroke. The force pushed Devika harder against the tree, bark scbanging her palms.
"Oh god!" Her moan tore through the night.
Pathan gripped her hips and began fucking her in earnest. His pelvis slammed against her ass with each thrust, creating rhythmic impacts that made the flesh jiggle. The sound of skin slapping skin mixed with their combined moans.
He established a punishing pace—hard and fast, driven by hours of teasing and denied release. His cock stretched her with each forward drive, the angle hitting spots that made stars burst behind Devika's eyes.
His hand landed another slap on her ass—harder this time. The pain mixed with pleasure, creating a cocktail of sensation that pushed Devika closer to the edge.
"Pathan!" She couldn't form complete sentences. "Fuck—yes—harder—"
He obliged, his hips moving faster. Each thrust ended with his groin crashing against her ass, the impact making her entire body jerk forward. His hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, using the leverage to pull her back onto his cock with each stroke.
Another slap. Then another. The sharp cracks punctuated his thrusts, Pathan alternating between spreading pleasure and pain across her ass cheeks. Each impact made Devika groan louder, her sounds echoing across the moonlit lake.
The tree bark bit into her palms but she barely noticed, too consumed by the overwhelming sensations. Pathan's cock filled her completely, stretching her around his girth, hitting depths she didn't know existed. The position gave him complete control, allowed him to use her body for his pleasure while somehow delivering even more to her.
"Your ass..." Pathan's words emerged broken between thrusts. "Bouncing... perfect... mine..."
Another slap landed, this one hard enough to make Devika cry out sharply. The sting bloomed across her skin, adding to the symphony of sensations threatening to overwhelm her completely.
Her pussy clenched around him, muscles beginning to flutter with the approach of orgasm. Pathan felt the change, the way her body gripped him tighter, and increased his pace impossibly further.
The night filled with their sounds—moans and groans and the wet slap of flesh meeting flesh. The ancient tree bore witness to their coupling, moonlight painting their joined bodies in shades of silver and shadow.
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