23-01-2026, 09:55 PM
Shailaja lay on her back now, knees drawn up, feet planted wide on the mattress. Kamal knelt between her
thighs, both hands braced beside her shoulders, cock buried to the root inside her again—thicker than she
remembered from the first round, slick with their combined release.
He hadn’t pulled out fully since she’d come the second time. Instead he stayed deep, grinding in slow,
punishing circles, letting her feel every inch stretch her open again and again.
Shailaja’s palms pressed flat against his chest, fingers splayed, nails leaving faint red crescents.
“Kamal…” Her voice was already frayed.
He dipped his head, lips brushing her earlobe. “Louder this time. I want to hear exactly how much you need
it.”
He withdrew halfway—slow—then slammed back in with a wet smack that echoed off the walls.
Shailaja’s entire body jolted.
“AAHHHNNN!”
The sound ripped out of her—high, raw, almost surprised.
Kamal grinned against her throat. “That’s it.”
He did it again: long, deliberate pull-out, then hard, deep thrust.
“OHHHH… FUCK… KAMAL…!”
Her voice cracked on the curse—she almost never swore—and the shame of it only made her wetter.
He picked up rhythm now—steady, forceful strokes that made the wooden bedframe creak in protest. Each
time he bottomed out her cervix kissed the blunt head of him and her walls spasmed hard.
“HAAAANNN… YESSS… DEEPER… PLEASE… DEEPER…!”
She was louder now, shameless, head thrown back, throat working around the moans that kept pouring out.
Kamal hooked one of her legs over his shoulder, opening her wider. The new angle let him grind against that
swollen front wall with every plunge.
“AAAIEEE… THERE… RIGHT THERE… OH GOD… OH GOD… KAMAL…!”
Her fingers clawed at the sheets, then at his back, leaving long red trails. Sweat beaded between her breasts;
he bent and licked it off in one long stripe before capturing a nipple between his teeth—gentle bite, then hard
suck.
“MMMMMHHHH… SUCK IT… HARDER… HAAAHHH…!”
She was babbling now, sentences dissolving into pure sound.
He switched to short, brutal jabs—fast, shallow, battering that same spot over and over.
Shailaja’s moans turned into sharp, staccato cries.
“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! YES—YES—YES—DON’T STOP—DON’T—HAAAAAANNN!”
Her thighs began to tremble violently. She tried to close them but he held her open, hips snapping
relentlessly.
“I’m— I’m— ohhh fuck I’m coming again— KAMAL—!”
This orgasm hit different—deeper, more violent. Her whole pelvis lifted off the bed, inner muscles clamping
down so hard he groaned like he’d been punched.
“FUCK… Shailaja… so tight… squeezing me…”
“AAAAAHHHHHHHH… COMING… COMING SO HARD… OH MY GOD… KAMALLLL…!”
Her voice broke into a long, keening wail that seemed to go on forever—shaking, desperate, almost sobbing
with pleasure. Her nails dug into his shoulders; she bit her own lip until she tasted copper.
He didn’t let up.
Through the aftershocks he kept fucking her—long, punishing strokes now, dragging out every last flutter.
“Again,” he rasped. “Give me one more. I know you can.”
She shook her head frantically even as her hips rolled up to meet him. “I can’t… too much… too—
HNNNGGGHHH…!”
But he changed the rhythm—slow, grinding rolls of his hips, pubic bone pressing directly on her oversensitive
clit with every circle.
Her eyes rolled back.
“Oooooohhhhhhh… no… no… yes… YES… AGAIN… IT’S COMING AGAIN…!”
This one built slower but hit like a freight train.
She screamed—full-throated, uninhibited.
“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH… FUCK… FUCK… KAMAL… I’M— I’M— COMIIIIINGGGG…!”
Her body locked, back arched so sharply only her shoulders and heels touched the mattress. A gush of
wetness soaked them both; she squirted in short, helpless pulses around his cock as she convulsed.
Kamal finally lost control.
“Shailaja— fuck— coming— inside you—”
He slammed deep one last time, hips jerking erratically as he emptied himself in thick, hot spurts. His groan
was low and guttural, almost pained.
“Nnngghhh… Shailaja… take it… all of it…”
They collapsed together, trembling, gasping. Her leg was still hooked over his shoulder; he gently lowered it,
staying inside her while their breathing slowly synced.
Shailaja’s voice, when it finally returned, was hoarse and small.
“I… I’ve never… screamed like that…”
Kamal kissed the corner of her mouth, then her temple, then the salty skin beneath her eye.
“You were perfect,” he murmured. “Every sound. Every shake.”
She turned her face into his neck, hiding the shy, dazed smile that bloomed there.
Outside, Mumbai hummed on—honks, distant laughter, life that didn’t know what had just happened in this
small Bandra bedroom.
Inside, two days still remained.
And Shailaja already knew she would beg for more.
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thighs, both hands braced beside her shoulders, cock buried to the root inside her again—thicker than she
remembered from the first round, slick with their combined release.
He hadn’t pulled out fully since she’d come the second time. Instead he stayed deep, grinding in slow,
punishing circles, letting her feel every inch stretch her open again and again.
Shailaja’s palms pressed flat against his chest, fingers splayed, nails leaving faint red crescents.
“Kamal…” Her voice was already frayed.
He dipped his head, lips brushing her earlobe. “Louder this time. I want to hear exactly how much you need
it.”
He withdrew halfway—slow—then slammed back in with a wet smack that echoed off the walls.
Shailaja’s entire body jolted.
“AAHHHNNN!”
The sound ripped out of her—high, raw, almost surprised.
Kamal grinned against her throat. “That’s it.”
He did it again: long, deliberate pull-out, then hard, deep thrust.
“OHHHH… FUCK… KAMAL…!”
Her voice cracked on the curse—she almost never swore—and the shame of it only made her wetter.
He picked up rhythm now—steady, forceful strokes that made the wooden bedframe creak in protest. Each
time he bottomed out her cervix kissed the blunt head of him and her walls spasmed hard.
“HAAAANNN… YESSS… DEEPER… PLEASE… DEEPER…!”
She was louder now, shameless, head thrown back, throat working around the moans that kept pouring out.
Kamal hooked one of her legs over his shoulder, opening her wider. The new angle let him grind against that
swollen front wall with every plunge.
“AAAIEEE… THERE… RIGHT THERE… OH GOD… OH GOD… KAMAL…!”
Her fingers clawed at the sheets, then at his back, leaving long red trails. Sweat beaded between her breasts;
he bent and licked it off in one long stripe before capturing a nipple between his teeth—gentle bite, then hard
suck.
“MMMMMHHHH… SUCK IT… HARDER… HAAAHHH…!”
She was babbling now, sentences dissolving into pure sound.
He switched to short, brutal jabs—fast, shallow, battering that same spot over and over.
Shailaja’s moans turned into sharp, staccato cries.
“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! YES—YES—YES—DON’T STOP—DON’T—HAAAAAANNN!”
Her thighs began to tremble violently. She tried to close them but he held her open, hips snapping
relentlessly.
“I’m— I’m— ohhh fuck I’m coming again— KAMAL—!”
This orgasm hit different—deeper, more violent. Her whole pelvis lifted off the bed, inner muscles clamping
down so hard he groaned like he’d been punched.
“FUCK… Shailaja… so tight… squeezing me…”
“AAAAAHHHHHHHH… COMING… COMING SO HARD… OH MY GOD… KAMALLLL…!”
Her voice broke into a long, keening wail that seemed to go on forever—shaking, desperate, almost sobbing
with pleasure. Her nails dug into his shoulders; she bit her own lip until she tasted copper.
He didn’t let up.
Through the aftershocks he kept fucking her—long, punishing strokes now, dragging out every last flutter.
“Again,” he rasped. “Give me one more. I know you can.”
She shook her head frantically even as her hips rolled up to meet him. “I can’t… too much… too—
HNNNGGGHHH…!”
But he changed the rhythm—slow, grinding rolls of his hips, pubic bone pressing directly on her oversensitive
clit with every circle.
Her eyes rolled back.
“Oooooohhhhhhh… no… no… yes… YES… AGAIN… IT’S COMING AGAIN…!”
This one built slower but hit like a freight train.
She screamed—full-throated, uninhibited.
“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH… FUCK… FUCK… KAMAL… I’M— I’M— COMIIIIINGGGG…!”
Her body locked, back arched so sharply only her shoulders and heels touched the mattress. A gush of
wetness soaked them both; she squirted in short, helpless pulses around his cock as she convulsed.
Kamal finally lost control.
“Shailaja— fuck— coming— inside you—”
He slammed deep one last time, hips jerking erratically as he emptied himself in thick, hot spurts. His groan
was low and guttural, almost pained.
“Nnngghhh… Shailaja… take it… all of it…”
They collapsed together, trembling, gasping. Her leg was still hooked over his shoulder; he gently lowered it,
staying inside her while their breathing slowly synced.
Shailaja’s voice, when it finally returned, was hoarse and small.
“I… I’ve never… screamed like that…”
Kamal kissed the corner of her mouth, then her temple, then the salty skin beneath her eye.
“You were perfect,” he murmured. “Every sound. Every shake.”
She turned her face into his neck, hiding the shy, dazed smile that bloomed there.
Outside, Mumbai hummed on—honks, distant laughter, life that didn’t know what had just happened in this
small Bandra bedroom.
Inside, two days still remained.
And Shailaja already knew she would beg for more.
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