13-01-2026, 11:15 PM
“Because you’re ready for me, dear— your wetness is helping. It’s your body’s way of saying yes.”
“Anna… hold me closer while you push… I feel safe in your arms like this.”
“You ready for me, Latha? Your tight little pussy is gripping my cock so hard already,” Ashok growled lowly, his voice turning dirtier as he pushed another inch, using vulgar words that made her cheeks burn with a deep blush, her innocent eyes widening in surprise.
Latha lowered her eyes, fingers twisting the edge of the bed. "Anna..." she whispered, the word catching in her throat. Her cheeks burned hot as embers as his words echoed in her mind. She swallowed hard. "What you are saying... I have never... but I think I am ready now."
“That’s right, feel my hard cock stretching your wet cunt… you’re so fucking tight, but you’re taking it like a good girl,” he continued, his words vulgar and commanding, watching her blush deepen as she squirmed beneath him.
“Anna… those words… they’re naughty, but they make me feel… hotter down there,” she admitted softly, her cheeks glowing red, her innocence clashing with the growing heat.
Ashok groaned softly, easing in inch by inch, struggling against the snug grip as he whispered encouragements, his hands gentle on her hips to help her relax.
As he finally entered her slowly, deeply, their gasps mingled in the air, her pussy yielding to his girth with a wet, welcoming slide once the initial resistance gave way.
The warmth of her vaginal walls gripped his cock shaft with a velvety embrace, the slick, heated folds clinging to every ridge and vein along his bare skin surface, milking him with involuntary spasms that made his balls tighten.
It was as if her body was alive with intention, the soft, pulsating muscles drawing him in deeper, massaging his length with rhythmic contractions that sent shivers of ecstasy up his spine, her inner heat radiating through him like liquid fire.
The friction was exquisite her delicate textures brushing against his sensitive skin like silk over steel, each subtle ripple and fold caressing the underside of his shaft, the crown of his cock nudging against her cervix with every inch he claimed, heightening the intimacy until he felt utterly consumed by her, her juices coating him fully, dripping down to his balls.
Latha’s hands clutched his back, her nails digging in lightly as her legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer, her heels pressing into his ass to urge him deeper.
“Yes, Anna… like this. Plant your seed in me, make me worthy,” she moaned, her hips bucking up to meet his thrusts, her pussy clenching around him in greedy waves.
Their movements built in rhythm, the bed creaking softly beneath them a marital sanctuary now witness to their shared secret.
Ashok thrust deeper, each motion a blend of guilt and ecstasy, his pace quickening as he pounded into her, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room, her breasts bouncing with every impact.
He leaned down to capture a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard while his hand slipped between them to rub her clit in firm circles, making her cry out, her walls fluttering wildly around his cock.
Latha moaned praises, her innocence transforming into passionate surrender, her body arching as she ground against him.
“Akka would be proud of how happy I make you,” she whispered between breaths, her words a balm to his conflicted soul, even as she reached down to fondle his balls, rolling them gently in her palm to heighten his pleasure.
He flipped her over suddenly, pulling her onto all fours, her ass presented to him like an offering.
He entered her from behind in one swift thrust, groaning at the new angle, his hands gripping her hips as he drove into her relentlessly, watching her cheeks jiggle with each slap of his pelvis against her.
Latha pushed back eagerly, her moans turning to gasps as he reached around to pinch her clit, her pussy spasming in response.
“Anna… harder… fill me,” she begged, her voice breaking.
Ashok felt the familiar tightening, a deep ache building at the base of his spine as his release approached. His breath caught in his throat.
"Latha," he whispered, his voice breaking as the first pulse surged through him, hot and urgent.
Beneath him, Latha's eyes widened. "Anna," she gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she felt the warmth spreading inside her, filling spaces she never knew existed.
"I can feel you," she whispered, her body arching instinctively to receive him more deeply.
"It's like... like coming home."
The first spasm of Ashok’s orgasm hit with the force of a monsoon wind, a torrent of sensation that left him momentarily blinded by pleasure. His cock throbbed deep inside Latha’s tight heat, and in that suspended instant, he felt every ripple of her pussy, every flutter and squeeze, as it tried to milk him dry. The tip of his shaft swelled, flared, then released its molten flood into her, each pulse shooting a hot, viscous stream that collided with the narrow entrance to her womb.
“Ahhhnn… Anna… what’s happening? I feel you pulsing inside me… it’s so warm and full,” Latha gasped, her voice a mix of wide-eyed wonder and breathless surprise, her cheeks flushing as her body clenched around him instinctively.
“Fuck, Latha… your tight little pussy is squeezing every drop out of my cock,” Ashok groaned, his words raw and vulgar, watching her blush deepen at the explicitness, her innocent eyes flickering with a shy thrill.
“Ah, Anna…, I can feel it flooding me… is this how you plant your seed?” she whispered, her accent thickening with arousal and curiosity, her hands clutching him tighter as another wave hit.
“That’s right, dear… I’m filling your fertile cunt with my cum, no condom, just you taking it all like a good girl,” he rasped, thrusting through the pulses, his dirty talk making her squirm and blush even more, her purity contrasting the heat of the moment.
It was a sensation unlike any he’d known a raw, animal pleasure made tenfold by the knowledge that nothing, not latex or inhibition or the memory of Vanitha, stood between him and the girl who now moaned his name.
He drove in again, the second thrust deeper than the first, and another jet of his semen erupted inside her, coating her walls in thick, sticky waves. Latha’s eyes flew wide, her breath caught, and she made a high, keening sound that cut through the humid air of the bedroom.
Each time his cock pulsed, she felt the liquid heat fill her, pooling in places untouched by any man before. There was a stretch, a fullness, then a slippery swell as his cum sloshed around inside, an impossible quantity that seemed to multiply with every thrust.
“Ahhh… Anna yesss that feels so good, so warm inside… it’s splashing…”
“Anna… hold me closer while you push… I feel safe in your arms like this.”
“You ready for me, Latha? Your tight little pussy is gripping my cock so hard already,” Ashok growled lowly, his voice turning dirtier as he pushed another inch, using vulgar words that made her cheeks burn with a deep blush, her innocent eyes widening in surprise.
Latha lowered her eyes, fingers twisting the edge of the bed. "Anna..." she whispered, the word catching in her throat. Her cheeks burned hot as embers as his words echoed in her mind. She swallowed hard. "What you are saying... I have never... but I think I am ready now."
“That’s right, feel my hard cock stretching your wet cunt… you’re so fucking tight, but you’re taking it like a good girl,” he continued, his words vulgar and commanding, watching her blush deepen as she squirmed beneath him.
“Anna… those words… they’re naughty, but they make me feel… hotter down there,” she admitted softly, her cheeks glowing red, her innocence clashing with the growing heat.
Ashok groaned softly, easing in inch by inch, struggling against the snug grip as he whispered encouragements, his hands gentle on her hips to help her relax.
As he finally entered her slowly, deeply, their gasps mingled in the air, her pussy yielding to his girth with a wet, welcoming slide once the initial resistance gave way.
The warmth of her vaginal walls gripped his cock shaft with a velvety embrace, the slick, heated folds clinging to every ridge and vein along his bare skin surface, milking him with involuntary spasms that made his balls tighten.
It was as if her body was alive with intention, the soft, pulsating muscles drawing him in deeper, massaging his length with rhythmic contractions that sent shivers of ecstasy up his spine, her inner heat radiating through him like liquid fire.
The friction was exquisite her delicate textures brushing against his sensitive skin like silk over steel, each subtle ripple and fold caressing the underside of his shaft, the crown of his cock nudging against her cervix with every inch he claimed, heightening the intimacy until he felt utterly consumed by her, her juices coating him fully, dripping down to his balls.
Latha’s hands clutched his back, her nails digging in lightly as her legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer, her heels pressing into his ass to urge him deeper.
“Yes, Anna… like this. Plant your seed in me, make me worthy,” she moaned, her hips bucking up to meet his thrusts, her pussy clenching around him in greedy waves.
Their movements built in rhythm, the bed creaking softly beneath them a marital sanctuary now witness to their shared secret.
Ashok thrust deeper, each motion a blend of guilt and ecstasy, his pace quickening as he pounded into her, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room, her breasts bouncing with every impact.
He leaned down to capture a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard while his hand slipped between them to rub her clit in firm circles, making her cry out, her walls fluttering wildly around his cock.
Latha moaned praises, her innocence transforming into passionate surrender, her body arching as she ground against him.
“Akka would be proud of how happy I make you,” she whispered between breaths, her words a balm to his conflicted soul, even as she reached down to fondle his balls, rolling them gently in her palm to heighten his pleasure.
He flipped her over suddenly, pulling her onto all fours, her ass presented to him like an offering.
He entered her from behind in one swift thrust, groaning at the new angle, his hands gripping her hips as he drove into her relentlessly, watching her cheeks jiggle with each slap of his pelvis against her.
Latha pushed back eagerly, her moans turning to gasps as he reached around to pinch her clit, her pussy spasming in response.
“Anna… harder… fill me,” she begged, her voice breaking.
Ashok felt the familiar tightening, a deep ache building at the base of his spine as his release approached. His breath caught in his throat.
"Latha," he whispered, his voice breaking as the first pulse surged through him, hot and urgent.
Beneath him, Latha's eyes widened. "Anna," she gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she felt the warmth spreading inside her, filling spaces she never knew existed.
"I can feel you," she whispered, her body arching instinctively to receive him more deeply.
"It's like... like coming home."
The first spasm of Ashok’s orgasm hit with the force of a monsoon wind, a torrent of sensation that left him momentarily blinded by pleasure. His cock throbbed deep inside Latha’s tight heat, and in that suspended instant, he felt every ripple of her pussy, every flutter and squeeze, as it tried to milk him dry. The tip of his shaft swelled, flared, then released its molten flood into her, each pulse shooting a hot, viscous stream that collided with the narrow entrance to her womb.
“Ahhhnn… Anna… what’s happening? I feel you pulsing inside me… it’s so warm and full,” Latha gasped, her voice a mix of wide-eyed wonder and breathless surprise, her cheeks flushing as her body clenched around him instinctively.
“Fuck, Latha… your tight little pussy is squeezing every drop out of my cock,” Ashok groaned, his words raw and vulgar, watching her blush deepen at the explicitness, her innocent eyes flickering with a shy thrill.
“Ah, Anna…, I can feel it flooding me… is this how you plant your seed?” she whispered, her accent thickening with arousal and curiosity, her hands clutching him tighter as another wave hit.
“That’s right, dear… I’m filling your fertile cunt with my cum, no condom, just you taking it all like a good girl,” he rasped, thrusting through the pulses, his dirty talk making her squirm and blush even more, her purity contrasting the heat of the moment.
It was a sensation unlike any he’d known a raw, animal pleasure made tenfold by the knowledge that nothing, not latex or inhibition or the memory of Vanitha, stood between him and the girl who now moaned his name.
He drove in again, the second thrust deeper than the first, and another jet of his semen erupted inside her, coating her walls in thick, sticky waves. Latha’s eyes flew wide, her breath caught, and she made a high, keening sound that cut through the humid air of the bedroom.
Each time his cock pulsed, she felt the liquid heat fill her, pooling in places untouched by any man before. There was a stretch, a fullness, then a slippery swell as his cum sloshed around inside, an impossible quantity that seemed to multiply with every thrust.
“Ahhh… Anna yesss that feels so good, so warm inside… it’s splashing…”
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