13-01-2026, 11:10 PM
Ashok’s breathing grew ragged as he watched her take him deeper. The sight of Latha, with her innocent eyes looking up at him while her mouth stretched around his cock, was almost more than he could bear. Her self-consciousness had vanished, replaced by the confidence that came from knowing she was pleasing him.
“I want to practice more,” she declared, her hands returning to his thighs as she positioned herself to take him into her mouth again. “I want to be perfect at this for you, Anna.
” The innocence with which she approached this most intimate act stirred something protective in Ashok, even as desire coursed through him. He watched as she took him into her mouth again, her technique improving with each attempt. She alternated between the playful popping that had first delighted her and the deeper strokes that tested the limits of her throat, each sound drawing a different response from him.
“Did I make you proud, Anna?” she asked, her voice slightly hoarse from the strain. Ashok nodded, mesmerized by the transformation he was witnessing. In just a few weeks, Latha had evolved from a shy, inexperienced village girl into an eager student of pleasure, though she still maintained that innocent wonder that had first drawn him to her.
“You make me very proud,” Ashok said, reaching down to cup her chin. “You’re learning so quickly.“
Latha felt warmth bloom in her chest at his praise. Since coming to America, her world had expanded in ways she never could have imagined back in her village. The physical connection she shared with Ashok felt like a sacred gift, one she treasured more with each passing day.
“I want to be worthy of carrying your child, Anna”
“You are more than worthy, Latha.”
Latha’s mouth still had his cock all the way in.
Ashok froze, his body tensing as the weight of their shared words settled over him. The soft, accented voice that had just been making those delightful popping sounds now echoed with a vulnerability that matched his own.
The room seemed to grow suddenly quiet, with only the sound of their breathing filling the space between them.
“Latha…” he whispered, his voice thick with desire and conflict. His fingers tangled in her silky hair, not to guide her movements but to ground himself in the moment.
She pulled back, his length slipping from her lips with another wet sound. A thin strand of saliva connected them for a moment before breaking. “I know, Anna,” she said, her eyes shining with earnest devotion. “But isn’t that what you truly want?” she asked, her voice soft but filled with certainty. “I’ve seen how you look at me, Anna. Not just as a vessel for your wife’s child, but as a woman.”
Ashok’s breath caught in his throat. The truth in her words pierced through his carefully constructed justifications. Since Latha had entered their home, something fundamental had shifted. What had begun as a practical arrangement, a surrogate to carry his and Vanitha’s child, had evolved into something far more complex and dangerous.
“It’s not right,” he said, though his body betrayed his words. His cock remained rigid before her, pulsing with each beat of his heart. “Vanitha and I agreed…”
Latha shifted position, moving closer between his legs. She looked up at him with those innocent, worshipful eyes, then lowered her mouth to his cock again. The wet sound of her lips closing around him echoed in the quiet room.
Pop!
She released him with that noise that had so delighted her earlier, but now her playfulness had transformed into something more purposeful, more deliberate. Her dark eyes never left his as she took him in again, deeper this time, until she felt him touch the back of her throat.
“Latha, I.. I can’t take that away from you… your body…” he managed, his voice strained. She didn’t seem to hear him. Instead, she lowered her head once more, her lips forming that perfect seal around him before pulling back with another wet pop.
She alternated between taking him deep into her throat, producing those strangled gagging sounds that sent jolts of guilty pleasure through him, and releasing him with that playful popping noise she’d discovered. Between these ministrations, she spoke, her words fragmented but clear in their intent.
“This body is yours, Anna,” she said, gesturing down at herself with a sweep of her hand in between her eager ministrations.
“It has been yours since the day I stepped into your home.” She immediately returned to her task, creating another wet pop as she released him from her mouth, her eyes never leaving his.
Her words ignited something primal in Ashok, a fantasy he had buried deep within himself since the day Latha had arrived. The possibility of truly impregnating her not through clinical procedures and his wife’s eggs, but with his own seed planted directly inside her fertile womb, sent a surge of masculine power coursing through him.
His cock throbbed harder in her mouth as the forbidden thought took hold.
Latha paused her movements, pulling back once more with a soft pop, her breath warm against his throbbing skin, a thin trail of saliva glistening on his shaft.
She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of devotion and gratitude.
“Anna, I am so thankful for Akka,” she said softly, her voice laced with sincerity as she referred to Vanitha with the respectful term for an older sister.
“She chose me to be here, to help you both. Akka has taken such good care of me sending me clothes from Chennai, calling to check on my health, even sharing her beauty tips so I can look nice for you. She’s like a true sister, guiding me in this new world.”
Ashok’s heart twisted at her words, the mention of Vanitha bringing a fresh wave of guilt even as Latha’s praise highlighted her pure-hearted nature.
Vanitha was far away in Chennai, pursuing her dreams, leaving this house and him in Latha’s gentle care.
It was Vanitha’s idea to find a surrogate like Latha, to preserve her figure for her career, and Ashok had agreed, their intimacy always careful, always protected by condoms.
“I want to practice more,” she declared, her hands returning to his thighs as she positioned herself to take him into her mouth again. “I want to be perfect at this for you, Anna.
” The innocence with which she approached this most intimate act stirred something protective in Ashok, even as desire coursed through him. He watched as she took him into her mouth again, her technique improving with each attempt. She alternated between the playful popping that had first delighted her and the deeper strokes that tested the limits of her throat, each sound drawing a different response from him.
“Did I make you proud, Anna?” she asked, her voice slightly hoarse from the strain. Ashok nodded, mesmerized by the transformation he was witnessing. In just a few weeks, Latha had evolved from a shy, inexperienced village girl into an eager student of pleasure, though she still maintained that innocent wonder that had first drawn him to her.
“You make me very proud,” Ashok said, reaching down to cup her chin. “You’re learning so quickly.“
Latha felt warmth bloom in her chest at his praise. Since coming to America, her world had expanded in ways she never could have imagined back in her village. The physical connection she shared with Ashok felt like a sacred gift, one she treasured more with each passing day.
“I want to be worthy of carrying your child, Anna”
“You are more than worthy, Latha.”
Latha’s mouth still had his cock all the way in.
Ashok froze, his body tensing as the weight of their shared words settled over him. The soft, accented voice that had just been making those delightful popping sounds now echoed with a vulnerability that matched his own.
The room seemed to grow suddenly quiet, with only the sound of their breathing filling the space between them.
“Latha…” he whispered, his voice thick with desire and conflict. His fingers tangled in her silky hair, not to guide her movements but to ground himself in the moment.
She pulled back, his length slipping from her lips with another wet sound. A thin strand of saliva connected them for a moment before breaking. “I know, Anna,” she said, her eyes shining with earnest devotion. “But isn’t that what you truly want?” she asked, her voice soft but filled with certainty. “I’ve seen how you look at me, Anna. Not just as a vessel for your wife’s child, but as a woman.”
Ashok’s breath caught in his throat. The truth in her words pierced through his carefully constructed justifications. Since Latha had entered their home, something fundamental had shifted. What had begun as a practical arrangement, a surrogate to carry his and Vanitha’s child, had evolved into something far more complex and dangerous.
“It’s not right,” he said, though his body betrayed his words. His cock remained rigid before her, pulsing with each beat of his heart. “Vanitha and I agreed…”
Latha shifted position, moving closer between his legs. She looked up at him with those innocent, worshipful eyes, then lowered her mouth to his cock again. The wet sound of her lips closing around him echoed in the quiet room.
Pop!
She released him with that noise that had so delighted her earlier, but now her playfulness had transformed into something more purposeful, more deliberate. Her dark eyes never left his as she took him in again, deeper this time, until she felt him touch the back of her throat.
“Latha, I.. I can’t take that away from you… your body…” he managed, his voice strained. She didn’t seem to hear him. Instead, she lowered her head once more, her lips forming that perfect seal around him before pulling back with another wet pop.
She alternated between taking him deep into her throat, producing those strangled gagging sounds that sent jolts of guilty pleasure through him, and releasing him with that playful popping noise she’d discovered. Between these ministrations, she spoke, her words fragmented but clear in their intent.
“This body is yours, Anna,” she said, gesturing down at herself with a sweep of her hand in between her eager ministrations.
“It has been yours since the day I stepped into your home.” She immediately returned to her task, creating another wet pop as she released him from her mouth, her eyes never leaving his.
Her words ignited something primal in Ashok, a fantasy he had buried deep within himself since the day Latha had arrived. The possibility of truly impregnating her not through clinical procedures and his wife’s eggs, but with his own seed planted directly inside her fertile womb, sent a surge of masculine power coursing through him.
His cock throbbed harder in her mouth as the forbidden thought took hold.
Latha paused her movements, pulling back once more with a soft pop, her breath warm against his throbbing skin, a thin trail of saliva glistening on his shaft.
She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of devotion and gratitude.
“Anna, I am so thankful for Akka,” she said softly, her voice laced with sincerity as she referred to Vanitha with the respectful term for an older sister.
“She chose me to be here, to help you both. Akka has taken such good care of me sending me clothes from Chennai, calling to check on my health, even sharing her beauty tips so I can look nice for you. She’s like a true sister, guiding me in this new world.”
Ashok’s heart twisted at her words, the mention of Vanitha bringing a fresh wave of guilt even as Latha’s praise highlighted her pure-hearted nature.
Vanitha was far away in Chennai, pursuing her dreams, leaving this house and him in Latha’s gentle care.
It was Vanitha’s idea to find a surrogate like Latha, to preserve her figure for her career, and Ashok had agreed, their intimacy always careful, always protected by condoms.
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