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Latha’s expression brightened immediately, her embarrassment transforming into eager curiosity. She wiped the corners of her mouth with the back of her hand, then looked up at him with renewed determination.
“They enjoy the choking sound? Why, Anna?” she asked, genuinely puzzled by this revelation.
Ashok considered how to explain such a primal, complicated desire to someone whose sexual education had begun only weeks ago.
The truth was complex, the power, the submission, the physical sensation, all of it mingled together in ways that would be difficult for her to understand.
“It’s…” he began, searching for words that wouldn’t frighten her.
“It’s about the submission,” Ashok said finally. “Knowing that someone is willing to push past their own comfort for your pleasure.”
Latha nodded thoughtfully, her fingers absently tracing patterns on his thighs as she absorbed this new concept.
“I understand, Anna. When I make that sound, you know I am giving everything to please you.”
She smiled up at him, her dark eyes shining with sincerity.
“I want to try again.”
His hand moved to cup her cheek, thumb tracing her full lower lip that was still wet from her previous efforts.
“Go slowly this time,” he instructed, guiding her with gentle pressure on her jaw.
“Take me as deep as you can, but don’t force yourself. Let your throat relax.”
Latha nodded, her eyes fixed on his with unwavering focus. She wrapped her lips around him once more, taking him in gradually, her throat opening to accommodate his substantial girth.
This time when she felt him touch the back of her throat, she didn’t pull away immediately. Instead, she breathed through her nose and tried to relax as he’d instructed.
The soft gagging sound that emerged from her throat sent vibrations along his shaft that made Ashok groan deeply.
His fingers tightened in her hair, not pushing, just holding her in place for a moment before allowing her to retreat.
“Good girl,” he praised as she pulled back, gasping for air. “That was perfect.”
Pride bloomed across her features, a warm blush coloring her cheeks at his praise. She wiped her mouth again, her breathing still slightly labored from the effort.
“I want to please you in all ways, Anna,” she said, her voice husky from the strain on her throat. “To be worthy of carrying your child.”
Ashok watched as Latha pulled back with another satisfying pop, her lips glistening, her eyes sparkling with that childlike delight that never failed to stir him. But beneath the arousal, a deeper ache had been building, one he could no longer ignore.
Her words hit him like a wave, unlocking the thoughts he’d buried since the day she arrived. The clinical surrogacy plan with Vanitha felt so distant now, so mechanical, tubes and doctors stealing the warmth from what should be life’s most natural miracle.
And Latha… she was warmth personified, her innocence awakening parts of him he’d forgotten.
“Latha…” he began, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes dropping to the floor for a moment before meeting hers again.
He cupped her face gently, not to guide her back to him, but to hold onto something real. “You’ve given me so much already. More than I ever expected.
Sometimes… sometimes I lie awake thinking about how cold this all feels, the doctors, the embryos.
“What if…” He paused, swallowing hard, his thumb tracing her cheek with uncertain tenderness.
“What if it wasn’t Vanitha’s embryo? What if it was something we created together, naturally? Your body and mine, connecting in the way that’s meant to be.”
Latha’s eyes widened, not in alarm, but in a soft, dawning wonder, like sunlight breaking through clouds. She sat back on her heels, her nightdress shifting innocently over her curves, her hands still resting lightly on his thighs.
“Anna… you mean our own child? Growing from… from us?” Her voice was filled with pure curiosity, no artifice, just the earnest devotion that had defined her since she left her village.
He nodded slowly, his face flushing, not just from desire, but from the raw exposure of admitting this aloud. “Yes. It scares me to even say it. I love Vanitha, and this wasn’t the plan. But being with you like this… it feels so right, so alive. I don’t want to take anything from you, Latha. Only if it feels natural to you too.”
A warm blush colored her cheeks, and she leaned forward slightly, not to resume her ministrations, but to press her forehead gently against his thigh in a gesture of trust.
“Oh, Anna, it would be the greatest honor. To feel you that way, to carry what our hearts make together… yes, it feels like the way things should be.” Her smile was radiant, innocent joy shining through, as if this were the most beautiful secret the universe had whispered to her.
Encouraged by her warmth, Ashok felt a surge of tenderness wash over him. He pulled her up gently into his arms, holding her close, their hearts beating in sync. But the desire lingered, and as she nestled against him, she whispered, “Show me more, Anna.
Teach me how our bodies can connect like that.” With renewed purpose, she lowered herself again, her lips creating another playful pop, but now each sound carried the weight of their shared vulnerability, a promise of something deeper.
He grabbed her neck and gently pushed her in again.
“Take me in as far as you’re comfortable, then try to go just a little deeper.“
Latha nodded obediently, her eyes fixed on his rigid length with renewed determination. She wrapped her delicate fingers around the base of his shaft, steadying it as she leaned forward once more. Her lips parted, warm breath ghosting over his sensitive skin before she took him into her mouth again.
This time she moved with deliberate slowness, inch by inch, her tongue pressing flat against the underside as she’d been taught. She maintained eye contact with Ashok, watching his face for signs of pleasure, gauging his reactions to guide her movements.
“They enjoy the choking sound? Why, Anna?” she asked, genuinely puzzled by this revelation.
Ashok considered how to explain such a primal, complicated desire to someone whose sexual education had begun only weeks ago.
The truth was complex, the power, the submission, the physical sensation, all of it mingled together in ways that would be difficult for her to understand.
“It’s…” he began, searching for words that wouldn’t frighten her.
“It’s about the submission,” Ashok said finally. “Knowing that someone is willing to push past their own comfort for your pleasure.”
Latha nodded thoughtfully, her fingers absently tracing patterns on his thighs as she absorbed this new concept.
“I understand, Anna. When I make that sound, you know I am giving everything to please you.”
She smiled up at him, her dark eyes shining with sincerity.
“I want to try again.”
His hand moved to cup her cheek, thumb tracing her full lower lip that was still wet from her previous efforts.
“Go slowly this time,” he instructed, guiding her with gentle pressure on her jaw.
“Take me as deep as you can, but don’t force yourself. Let your throat relax.”
Latha nodded, her eyes fixed on his with unwavering focus. She wrapped her lips around him once more, taking him in gradually, her throat opening to accommodate his substantial girth.
This time when she felt him touch the back of her throat, she didn’t pull away immediately. Instead, she breathed through her nose and tried to relax as he’d instructed.
The soft gagging sound that emerged from her throat sent vibrations along his shaft that made Ashok groan deeply.
His fingers tightened in her hair, not pushing, just holding her in place for a moment before allowing her to retreat.
“Good girl,” he praised as she pulled back, gasping for air. “That was perfect.”
Pride bloomed across her features, a warm blush coloring her cheeks at his praise. She wiped her mouth again, her breathing still slightly labored from the effort.
“I want to please you in all ways, Anna,” she said, her voice husky from the strain on her throat. “To be worthy of carrying your child.”
Ashok watched as Latha pulled back with another satisfying pop, her lips glistening, her eyes sparkling with that childlike delight that never failed to stir him. But beneath the arousal, a deeper ache had been building, one he could no longer ignore.
Her words hit him like a wave, unlocking the thoughts he’d buried since the day she arrived. The clinical surrogacy plan with Vanitha felt so distant now, so mechanical, tubes and doctors stealing the warmth from what should be life’s most natural miracle.
And Latha… she was warmth personified, her innocence awakening parts of him he’d forgotten.
“Latha…” he began, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes dropping to the floor for a moment before meeting hers again.
He cupped her face gently, not to guide her back to him, but to hold onto something real. “You’ve given me so much already. More than I ever expected.
Sometimes… sometimes I lie awake thinking about how cold this all feels, the doctors, the embryos.
“What if…” He paused, swallowing hard, his thumb tracing her cheek with uncertain tenderness.
“What if it wasn’t Vanitha’s embryo? What if it was something we created together, naturally? Your body and mine, connecting in the way that’s meant to be.”
Latha’s eyes widened, not in alarm, but in a soft, dawning wonder, like sunlight breaking through clouds. She sat back on her heels, her nightdress shifting innocently over her curves, her hands still resting lightly on his thighs.
“Anna… you mean our own child? Growing from… from us?” Her voice was filled with pure curiosity, no artifice, just the earnest devotion that had defined her since she left her village.
He nodded slowly, his face flushing, not just from desire, but from the raw exposure of admitting this aloud. “Yes. It scares me to even say it. I love Vanitha, and this wasn’t the plan. But being with you like this… it feels so right, so alive. I don’t want to take anything from you, Latha. Only if it feels natural to you too.”
A warm blush colored her cheeks, and she leaned forward slightly, not to resume her ministrations, but to press her forehead gently against his thigh in a gesture of trust.
“Oh, Anna, it would be the greatest honor. To feel you that way, to carry what our hearts make together… yes, it feels like the way things should be.” Her smile was radiant, innocent joy shining through, as if this were the most beautiful secret the universe had whispered to her.
Encouraged by her warmth, Ashok felt a surge of tenderness wash over him. He pulled her up gently into his arms, holding her close, their hearts beating in sync. But the desire lingered, and as she nestled against him, she whispered, “Show me more, Anna.
Teach me how our bodies can connect like that.” With renewed purpose, she lowered herself again, her lips creating another playful pop, but now each sound carried the weight of their shared vulnerability, a promise of something deeper.
He grabbed her neck and gently pushed her in again.
“Take me in as far as you’re comfortable, then try to go just a little deeper.“
Latha nodded obediently, her eyes fixed on his rigid length with renewed determination. She wrapped her delicate fingers around the base of his shaft, steadying it as she leaned forward once more. Her lips parted, warm breath ghosting over his sensitive skin before she took him into her mouth again.
This time she moved with deliberate slowness, inch by inch, her tongue pressing flat against the underside as she’d been taught. She maintained eye contact with Ashok, watching his face for signs of pleasure, gauging his reactions to guide her movements.
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