25-02-2026, 11:36 AM
I pressed the lift button repeatedly, impatiently.
Neha held my sweaty hand tightly.
She smiled softly, teasing my restlessness.
Her eyes sparkled, knowing my inner storm.
The room was on the fourth floor.
I was tired of the lobby stares, gossip, and winks.
I just wanted Neha alone.
The lift was slow.
I thought of running up the stairs.
My heart raced fast.
Neha squeezed my fingers gently.
She whispered silently: “Hurry, I’m ready too.”
I decided to wait; the lift was coming down.
Her fingers played lightly on my palm.
Suddenly, a loud “Hiiii” came from reception.
A very attractive young girl walked in.
She wore high heels, a tiny skirt, and a tight tank top.
Her curves were perfectly highlighted.
Bright lipstick, open hair, full confidence.
She headed toward the old man who spoke to Neha earlier.
They were about to shake hands.
Her smile had mischief, like an old game restarting.
I stole a quick glance at her skirt hem, flashing skin, clicking heels.
Then the lift dinged.
The doors opened.
My mind split: watch the sexy girl or rush with Neha.
I gripped Neha’s hand harder.
Her eyes said: “Let’s go, room now.”
I ignored the glimpse and pulled her into the lift.
The lift rose slowly.
My breaths were still fast.
Neha stood close beside me.
Her body heat touched me.
The fourth-floor doors opened.
I pulled Neha inside quickly.
I locked the door.
The whole world stayed outside.
Now only us two.
The tension was ready to explode.
I scanned every corner of the room.
Was there any trace?
What did the waiter do?
Where were Neha’s used bra and panties?
Maybe hidden, or played with.
But everything was perfectly neat and clean.
It felt like entering a fresh room for the first time.
Bed sheets crisp.
Towels neatly folded.
Floor spotless.
No suspicious smell.
No marks.
I should have felt relieved.
I should have been happy.
Instead, a light disappointment came.
Like some hope broke.
I was so eager to enter the room.
To tear off Neha’s clothes.
Today’s plan was not love.
It was hard fuck.
Rough.
Intense.
No interruptions.
But now all excitement flew away.
The fire in my body cooled down.
Breaths still fast.
But the burning reduced.
Neha closed the door.
She smiled and looked at me.
Her eyes still had that spark.
I sat on the bed.
Head in my hands.
What happened?
All those scenes, stares, gossip…
Everything stayed outside.
This empty, perfect room felt even emptier.
Still, Neha came close.
She placed her hand on my waist.
She whispered softly in my ear.
“What happened? Still that hot?”
Her breath touched my neck.
Neha slowly placed her hand on my crotch.
Her fingers pressed lightly.
She checked my cock’s hardness.
But it was soft.
Completely limp.
She looked at me surprised.
Her eyes widened a little.
Like an unknown question came to her mind.
“It was so hard in public…
People could see…
So tight…
In the car, in the lobby too…
What happened now?”
Her voice mixed surprise and a little worry.
But her eyes still had that naughty spark.
I said nothing.
Just shrugged silently.
Made a face like I don’t know myself.
Scenes spun in my mind—stares, gossip, that wink.
But now the fire cooled somewhere.
Like everything stayed outside only.
Neha smiled lightly and said, “It’s okay… I’ll make it hard again.”
She unbuttoned my jeans, pulled down the zip, and in one swift motion slid both jeans and underwear off. My cock sprang out—average size, average thickness, completely normal. I knew many guys had impressive ones, but mine was just average, like I’d seen in real life.
She knelt in front of me. Her warm, soft breaths brushed against my cock. She took it gently in her hand, stroking softly, as if saying—everything will be fine, just give it a little time.
I sat on the bed, back against the pillow, while Neha knelt before me. She slowly removed her top in one smooth pull and tossed it aside. She stood there in a red bra, looking like a
goddess—her glowing skin, the lace barely covering her curves, and that confident look that always drove me crazy.
I’d had a few affairs in college, but never a woman like Neha. She never hesitated, gave blowjobs so naturally, like it was her habit. I didn’t know if she was a virgin before, she never said, but she never explained how she sucked so perfectly—she just did it, and I just watched in awe.
She held my cock again, brought it close to her nose, and took a deep sniff. “Aah… I love this smell of yours,” she said with eyes closed. “Light a cigarette… just lie back and enjoy like a king.”
Her hot breaths hit my cock as she slowly touched the tip with her tongue, licking gently. My cock started hardening again—the softness fading fast. Her voice, her scent, her touch woke everything up.
In excitement, my cock slid deep into her mouth in one thrust, no holding back. One hand held a lit cigarette, smoke swirling in the air. With the other, I grabbed her hair tightly and
pulled, pushing her deeper—deep, deeper—without caring how uncomfortable she felt.
It was the first time… I was so selfish, the first time in our short marriage. I ignored her discomfort, focused only on my pleasure, my control—treating her like my property.
But Neha showed no hesitation, no resistance. She acted like a true slave—eyes closed, mouth completely full, taking every thrust without stopping, as if it was her duty.
My cock reached her throat, her nose pressed against my lower abdomen, breaths fast and hot. I looked down at her face—full surrender—and suddenly said, “Open your eyes… and look at me.”
It shocked even me. We were never so vocal during sex, never gave commands or orders—but today something broke loose.
Neha slowly opened her eyes, pupils lifting toward me—those waiting, submissive eyes. Tears filled them, but no complaint—just a deep, silent “I am yours.”
I took a drag from the cigarette, blew smoke on her face, then pulled her hair harder, forcing her deeper. She choked but didn’t stop—just kept staring into my eyes, as if saying do as much as you want.
The old fire flared up again, more intense, more rough. I knew tonight was just the beginning—the rest would be deeper, wilder.
When I released her, Neha took deep, gasping breaths, coughing, her throat making hoarse sounds. I didn’t let go of her hair, still gripped tight—her breaths fast, face red, eyes wet.
In thirty seconds she recovered, slowly lifted her head and looked into my eyes—those surrendered, deep eyes. I brought the cigarette to her lips. She sometimes smoked, but always looked uncomfortable, like forced.
I never understood why smoking made women more attractive, but I sometimes made her take a drag or two—she did, but never comfortable. This time she took it without a word, eyes locked on mine—took a deep drag, held the smoke in her lungs, then slowly exhaled.
This time she looked so natural, so comfortable—like before she was just acting, and now the real Neha was here. Her face, a light layer of smoke on her lips, that sexy look—damn powerful, goddamn sexy.
She looked at my cock again—it was completely wet now, coated in her saliva, shining from tip to balls. She came closer, nose touching the base, then started cleaning my balls with her tongue—slowly licking, tasting them.
I was in heaven—her warm tongue, the wet sensation, her hair still in my hand, cigarette smoke floating around. Every touch, every lick sent electricity through my body—the old fire burned again, faster, deeper.
Neha looked up once, eyes sparkling, light smile on her lips—as if saying, “This is just the beginning.” I gripped her hair harder and pulled her up—the night was still long, and I knew everything would get wilder. Oh… Neha was giving me thrills she never had before.
I kept staring into her eyes while she licked my balls—slowly, tongue cleaning every part, like a bitch sniffing and licking her owner’s scent. Her eyes lifted toward me, fully surrendered, fully submissive—those eyes said she was mine, only mine, and I could use her as much as I wanted.
Her tongue was wet, hot, sliding over my skin, glistening with saliva, sending shocks with every lick. “Aahh… clean it properly,” I shouted in excitement, voice heavy.
I gripped her hair tighter, pushed her head lower—she went deeper, nose pressed to the base, tongue swirling from under the balls upward, as if soaking every drop.
Her breaths quickened, but she didn’t stop—just kept licking, sniffing, obeying every command. I took another drag, blew smoke on her face, and watched—how sexy she looked, how wild, how completely mine.
My cock was fully hard again, pulsing, ready for the next level. Neha looked up once, lips wet, eyes shining—as if saying, “Want more? Take as much as you want.”
I gripped her hair even harder, like a rope to control her. Neha’s head moved faster—up and down, wet, hot sounds echoing in the room. My cock throbbed fully, precum dripping constantly from the tip.
Every time she went down, her forehead hit my stomach, and precum drops fell on her cheeks, under her nose, just below her eyes.
Those drops were shining, like diamonds decorated on her face.
Her dark brown eyes were fixed on me—fully open, fully hungry, fully mine.
I had never seen her so excited.
Her pupils were dilated, breaths rapid, lips swollen and wet.
She just kept staring, without blinking, as if her entire world was contained in my eyes.
“Aahh… Neha… you’ve become so dirty today…” I said in a heavy voice, and took another drag from the cigarette.
I blew the smoke on her face—she shrank a little, but didn’t stop.
Instead, she licked my balls with even more passion, tongue swirling from bottom to top, as if claiming every inch as her own.
My climax was now out of control.
This morning I had thought I would play long, tease her for hours… but this Neha… today she was something else.
Her eyes, her tongue, her surrender—everything was driving me crazy.
I moved her head up and down even faster.
“Faster… yes… just like that… stick your tongue out and clean it completely…”
She was making growling sounds—from her nose, from her throat—but obeying every word.
My cock was now halfway inside her mouth, the tip touching her throat, precum spreading on her tongue.
Suddenly I released her hair, grabbed both her cheeks with my hands.
I lifted her face—her eyes back in mine.
Precum was shining under her eyes, lips red, cheeks wet.
“Look… how sexy you look…” I whispered.
Neha suddenly looked into my eyes—her dark brown eyes now even deeper, even hungrier.
She spoke softly, her voice mixed with a strange sweetness and command,
“Take off your T-shirt.”
I didn’t think for a second.
I pulled off the T-shirt and threw it away.
My chest was hairless—clean, smooth, and slightly raised like man boobs.
Neha looked at me, a light smile on her lips, like she had found a new toy.
She came closer, placed both hands on my waist, and bent straight to my nipples.
Her tongue first touched the right nipple—slowly circled it, then gave a light bite.
“Aahh…” a sound escaped my mouth.
Today everything felt new—her tongue wet, hot, and so soft that shivers ran through my body.
She started sucking both nipples one by one, like she was sucking a woman.
With one hand she was stroking my cock—slowly up and down, the other hand massaging my balls, pressing lightly.
I just tilted my head back, eyes closed, feeling it all.
Her breaths were falling on my chest, hot and fast.
She stayed like that for a good 4-5 minutes—one nipple being sucked, the other played with fingers, then switch.
My cock was now so hard it started hurting, precum constantly dripping on her hand.
Then she stopped, rose up, looked into my eyes.
I brought the cigarette near her lips.
She took a deep drag—smoke pulled in, cheeks hollowed—then came near my ear.
Blowing the smoke into my ear, she whispered,
“Where do you want to cum…?”
My heart skipped a beat.
I had cum in her mouth many times before, but mostly we had sex and I came inside her.
Or at the last moment pulled out on the floor… but this… this question, this way…
It had never happened before.
She was giving me a choice—and so casually, so sexily.
I grabbed her waist, pulled her closer.
Her breaths were still filled with smoke, lips wet.
In a heavy voice I said,
“At first I was thinking… in your mouth… but now…”
Neha laughed lightly, then kissed my lips—slowly, deeply.
Then whispered in my ear again,
“Tell me… I’ll do everything… today it’s only your wish.”
My mind was spinning.
Where to cum? In her mouth? On her face? On her chest? Or somewhere else?
Her eyes were waiting—completely mine, completely ready.
Looking into her eyes, between heavy breaths, I said,
“I want to cum in your mouth… everything… inside.”
Neha just smiled—a deep, sexy, victorious smile.
Then slowly slid down, kissing every inch of my body.
On the stomach, near the navel, then lower… to the base of my cock.
Every kiss wet, hot, and so slow that my body was trembling.
Finally she was in front of my cock again.
I grabbed her hair tightly once more—this time like she was my toy, my favorite doll.
Her face was now under my control.
I pushed her deep in one thrust—full cock down her throat.
“Gluck… gluck… gluck…”
The room filled only with this sound.
She wasn’t running away—she was taking part.
Her tongue swirled underneath, throat giving pressure, as if pulling me even deeper.
I was raising my hips, matching the rhythm—every thrust harder, deeper.
Her eyes widened—filled with water, but not closed.
She was still looking at me, as if saying, “Give more… give everything.”
My climax was right at the edge.
My heartbeat echoed in my ears.
Suddenly I loosened my grip.
I stood up.
Neha was on her knees, on the floor, mouth fully open, tongue slightly out, waiting.
Her eyes upward toward me—hungry, ready, mine.
3… 2… 1…
I jerked.
First spurt—shot out hard, half landed on her face (on cheeks, edges of lips), half straight into her mouth.
Then the rest—perfectly targeted, into her open mouth.
One after another, thick, hot streams.
She was soaking it all—without letting a single drop fall, licking everything with her tongue.
I looked down while breathing heavily.
Her face—shining with precum and now my cum.
Lips swollen, eyes still toward me.
As soon as the last spurt came out, I shouted loudly—voice trembling, but clear and commanding,
“Don’t swallow… show me first… stop!”
Neha obeyed instantly.
She froze like a statue—kneeling, head slightly back, chin raised, mouth fully open.
Her eyes fixed on me—wide, shining, obedient.
I bent down, looked closely.
Her mouth was filled with white, thick liquid—everything of mine, just released.
She wasn’t moving, breaths slow but controlled.
Tongue slightly out, as if showing me how much there was, how thick, how warm.
Some drops were sliding from the edges of her lips, but she wasn’t licking them—just waiting.
I reached out and lightly patted her cheek, like rewarding a good girl.
“Very good… look how much you’ve taken.”
I took a drop near her lips with my finger, then rubbed it on my own lips—tasted it.
Neha was still the same—mouth open, chin up, eyes in mine.
Her breaths felt even hotter now, light flaring from her nose.
She was saying without words—now what? What should I do?
I said softly, voice now a little gentle, but still dominant,
“Now… swallow slowly… while showing me.”
She blinked once—like agreeing.
Then slowly moved her throat.
I watched—the liquid going down her throat, drop by drop.
Her lips moved, tongue going in and out, as if enjoying every taste.
With the last gulp she licked her lips, then stuck out her tongue—clean, shining.
“Everything… went inside,” she whispered, voice juicy, tired, but happy.
Then smiled—a small, naughty smile.
“Now… anything else you want?”
I just kept looking at her—sweaty, face still shining with my marks.
The room was now quiet—just our breaths and a light fragrance.
I kept staring at her—Neha kneeling, face still shining with my marks, lips swollen, dark brown eyes so deep I wanted to drown in them.
She had never looked so sexy, so erotic as she did today.
Her whole body sweaty, hair messy, breaths still fast—but her eyes had a different glow, like she had just completed something big and was deeply satisfied.
She opened her mouth again—slowly, chin raised.
Inside it was all clean, not a single drop left.
She stuck out her tongue—shining, wet, clean.
Then gave a small, naughty smile—as if saying, “See… I finished everything… all of yours inside.”
Then her gaze went down—to my cock, which was now softening a little, but still some drops shining on the tip.
Without wasting a second, she moved forward.
Her tongue first touched the tip—slowly, like cleaning something precious.
Then fully wrapped it—tongue circling all around, licking every drop.
She was cleaning thoroughly, like this was her final ritual.
With every lick, light suction, as if wanting to enjoy the last taste too.
I tilted my head back and moaned—“Aahh… Neha… what are you doing today…”
My hand went into her hair again, but this time softly, just caressing.
She continued—slowly, lovingly, completely cleaning my cock.
From tip to base, to the balls—everything.
Her tongue hot, soft, and so skillful that light shivers ran through my body again.
Finally she stopped, looked up—lips wet, face glowing even more.
“All clean… now completely ready,” she whispered, voice with a different sweetness.
Then gave a light kiss on my stomach, like saying thank you.
I pulled her up—took her in my arms, both of us pressed together.
Her body warm, soft, and still trembling.
I said in her ear,
“You look different today… like it’s the first time.”
Neha rested her head on my chest, laughed lightly.
“Maybe… today I’m only yours… completely.”
The room was now quiet—just our breaths, and a light fragrance.
But I knew… this wasn’t over yet...
Neha held my sweaty hand tightly.
She smiled softly, teasing my restlessness.
Her eyes sparkled, knowing my inner storm.
The room was on the fourth floor.
I was tired of the lobby stares, gossip, and winks.
I just wanted Neha alone.
The lift was slow.
I thought of running up the stairs.
My heart raced fast.
Neha squeezed my fingers gently.
She whispered silently: “Hurry, I’m ready too.”
I decided to wait; the lift was coming down.
Her fingers played lightly on my palm.
Suddenly, a loud “Hiiii” came from reception.
A very attractive young girl walked in.
She wore high heels, a tiny skirt, and a tight tank top.
Her curves were perfectly highlighted.
Bright lipstick, open hair, full confidence.
She headed toward the old man who spoke to Neha earlier.
They were about to shake hands.
Her smile had mischief, like an old game restarting.
I stole a quick glance at her skirt hem, flashing skin, clicking heels.
Then the lift dinged.
The doors opened.
My mind split: watch the sexy girl or rush with Neha.
I gripped Neha’s hand harder.
Her eyes said: “Let’s go, room now.”
I ignored the glimpse and pulled her into the lift.
The lift rose slowly.
My breaths were still fast.
Neha stood close beside me.
Her body heat touched me.
The fourth-floor doors opened.
I pulled Neha inside quickly.
I locked the door.
The whole world stayed outside.
Now only us two.
The tension was ready to explode.
I scanned every corner of the room.
Was there any trace?
What did the waiter do?
Where were Neha’s used bra and panties?
Maybe hidden, or played with.
But everything was perfectly neat and clean.
It felt like entering a fresh room for the first time.
Bed sheets crisp.
Towels neatly folded.
Floor spotless.
No suspicious smell.
No marks.
I should have felt relieved.
I should have been happy.
Instead, a light disappointment came.
Like some hope broke.
I was so eager to enter the room.
To tear off Neha’s clothes.
Today’s plan was not love.
It was hard fuck.
Rough.
Intense.
No interruptions.
But now all excitement flew away.
The fire in my body cooled down.
Breaths still fast.
But the burning reduced.
Neha closed the door.
She smiled and looked at me.
Her eyes still had that spark.
I sat on the bed.
Head in my hands.
What happened?
All those scenes, stares, gossip…
Everything stayed outside.
This empty, perfect room felt even emptier.
Still, Neha came close.
She placed her hand on my waist.
She whispered softly in my ear.
“What happened? Still that hot?”
Her breath touched my neck.
Neha slowly placed her hand on my crotch.
Her fingers pressed lightly.
She checked my cock’s hardness.
But it was soft.
Completely limp.
She looked at me surprised.
Her eyes widened a little.
Like an unknown question came to her mind.
“It was so hard in public…
People could see…
So tight…
In the car, in the lobby too…
What happened now?”
Her voice mixed surprise and a little worry.
But her eyes still had that naughty spark.
I said nothing.
Just shrugged silently.
Made a face like I don’t know myself.
Scenes spun in my mind—stares, gossip, that wink.
But now the fire cooled somewhere.
Like everything stayed outside only.
Neha smiled lightly and said, “It’s okay… I’ll make it hard again.”
She unbuttoned my jeans, pulled down the zip, and in one swift motion slid both jeans and underwear off. My cock sprang out—average size, average thickness, completely normal. I knew many guys had impressive ones, but mine was just average, like I’d seen in real life.
She knelt in front of me. Her warm, soft breaths brushed against my cock. She took it gently in her hand, stroking softly, as if saying—everything will be fine, just give it a little time.
I sat on the bed, back against the pillow, while Neha knelt before me. She slowly removed her top in one smooth pull and tossed it aside. She stood there in a red bra, looking like a
goddess—her glowing skin, the lace barely covering her curves, and that confident look that always drove me crazy.
I’d had a few affairs in college, but never a woman like Neha. She never hesitated, gave blowjobs so naturally, like it was her habit. I didn’t know if she was a virgin before, she never said, but she never explained how she sucked so perfectly—she just did it, and I just watched in awe.
She held my cock again, brought it close to her nose, and took a deep sniff. “Aah… I love this smell of yours,” she said with eyes closed. “Light a cigarette… just lie back and enjoy like a king.”
Her hot breaths hit my cock as she slowly touched the tip with her tongue, licking gently. My cock started hardening again—the softness fading fast. Her voice, her scent, her touch woke everything up.
In excitement, my cock slid deep into her mouth in one thrust, no holding back. One hand held a lit cigarette, smoke swirling in the air. With the other, I grabbed her hair tightly and
pulled, pushing her deeper—deep, deeper—without caring how uncomfortable she felt.
It was the first time… I was so selfish, the first time in our short marriage. I ignored her discomfort, focused only on my pleasure, my control—treating her like my property.
But Neha showed no hesitation, no resistance. She acted like a true slave—eyes closed, mouth completely full, taking every thrust without stopping, as if it was her duty.
My cock reached her throat, her nose pressed against my lower abdomen, breaths fast and hot. I looked down at her face—full surrender—and suddenly said, “Open your eyes… and look at me.”
It shocked even me. We were never so vocal during sex, never gave commands or orders—but today something broke loose.
Neha slowly opened her eyes, pupils lifting toward me—those waiting, submissive eyes. Tears filled them, but no complaint—just a deep, silent “I am yours.”
I took a drag from the cigarette, blew smoke on her face, then pulled her hair harder, forcing her deeper. She choked but didn’t stop—just kept staring into my eyes, as if saying do as much as you want.
The old fire flared up again, more intense, more rough. I knew tonight was just the beginning—the rest would be deeper, wilder.
When I released her, Neha took deep, gasping breaths, coughing, her throat making hoarse sounds. I didn’t let go of her hair, still gripped tight—her breaths fast, face red, eyes wet.
In thirty seconds she recovered, slowly lifted her head and looked into my eyes—those surrendered, deep eyes. I brought the cigarette to her lips. She sometimes smoked, but always looked uncomfortable, like forced.
I never understood why smoking made women more attractive, but I sometimes made her take a drag or two—she did, but never comfortable. This time she took it without a word, eyes locked on mine—took a deep drag, held the smoke in her lungs, then slowly exhaled.
This time she looked so natural, so comfortable—like before she was just acting, and now the real Neha was here. Her face, a light layer of smoke on her lips, that sexy look—damn powerful, goddamn sexy.
She looked at my cock again—it was completely wet now, coated in her saliva, shining from tip to balls. She came closer, nose touching the base, then started cleaning my balls with her tongue—slowly licking, tasting them.
I was in heaven—her warm tongue, the wet sensation, her hair still in my hand, cigarette smoke floating around. Every touch, every lick sent electricity through my body—the old fire burned again, faster, deeper.
Neha looked up once, eyes sparkling, light smile on her lips—as if saying, “This is just the beginning.” I gripped her hair harder and pulled her up—the night was still long, and I knew everything would get wilder. Oh… Neha was giving me thrills she never had before.
I kept staring into her eyes while she licked my balls—slowly, tongue cleaning every part, like a bitch sniffing and licking her owner’s scent. Her eyes lifted toward me, fully surrendered, fully submissive—those eyes said she was mine, only mine, and I could use her as much as I wanted.
Her tongue was wet, hot, sliding over my skin, glistening with saliva, sending shocks with every lick. “Aahh… clean it properly,” I shouted in excitement, voice heavy.
I gripped her hair tighter, pushed her head lower—she went deeper, nose pressed to the base, tongue swirling from under the balls upward, as if soaking every drop.
Her breaths quickened, but she didn’t stop—just kept licking, sniffing, obeying every command. I took another drag, blew smoke on her face, and watched—how sexy she looked, how wild, how completely mine.
My cock was fully hard again, pulsing, ready for the next level. Neha looked up once, lips wet, eyes shining—as if saying, “Want more? Take as much as you want.”
I gripped her hair even harder, like a rope to control her. Neha’s head moved faster—up and down, wet, hot sounds echoing in the room. My cock throbbed fully, precum dripping constantly from the tip.
Every time she went down, her forehead hit my stomach, and precum drops fell on her cheeks, under her nose, just below her eyes.
Those drops were shining, like diamonds decorated on her face.
Her dark brown eyes were fixed on me—fully open, fully hungry, fully mine.
I had never seen her so excited.
Her pupils were dilated, breaths rapid, lips swollen and wet.
She just kept staring, without blinking, as if her entire world was contained in my eyes.
“Aahh… Neha… you’ve become so dirty today…” I said in a heavy voice, and took another drag from the cigarette.
I blew the smoke on her face—she shrank a little, but didn’t stop.
Instead, she licked my balls with even more passion, tongue swirling from bottom to top, as if claiming every inch as her own.
My climax was now out of control.
This morning I had thought I would play long, tease her for hours… but this Neha… today she was something else.
Her eyes, her tongue, her surrender—everything was driving me crazy.
I moved her head up and down even faster.
“Faster… yes… just like that… stick your tongue out and clean it completely…”
She was making growling sounds—from her nose, from her throat—but obeying every word.
My cock was now halfway inside her mouth, the tip touching her throat, precum spreading on her tongue.
Suddenly I released her hair, grabbed both her cheeks with my hands.
I lifted her face—her eyes back in mine.
Precum was shining under her eyes, lips red, cheeks wet.
“Look… how sexy you look…” I whispered.
Neha suddenly looked into my eyes—her dark brown eyes now even deeper, even hungrier.
She spoke softly, her voice mixed with a strange sweetness and command,
“Take off your T-shirt.”
I didn’t think for a second.
I pulled off the T-shirt and threw it away.
My chest was hairless—clean, smooth, and slightly raised like man boobs.
Neha looked at me, a light smile on her lips, like she had found a new toy.
She came closer, placed both hands on my waist, and bent straight to my nipples.
Her tongue first touched the right nipple—slowly circled it, then gave a light bite.
“Aahh…” a sound escaped my mouth.
Today everything felt new—her tongue wet, hot, and so soft that shivers ran through my body.
She started sucking both nipples one by one, like she was sucking a woman.
With one hand she was stroking my cock—slowly up and down, the other hand massaging my balls, pressing lightly.
I just tilted my head back, eyes closed, feeling it all.
Her breaths were falling on my chest, hot and fast.
She stayed like that for a good 4-5 minutes—one nipple being sucked, the other played with fingers, then switch.
My cock was now so hard it started hurting, precum constantly dripping on her hand.
Then she stopped, rose up, looked into my eyes.
I brought the cigarette near her lips.
She took a deep drag—smoke pulled in, cheeks hollowed—then came near my ear.
Blowing the smoke into my ear, she whispered,
“Where do you want to cum…?”
My heart skipped a beat.
I had cum in her mouth many times before, but mostly we had sex and I came inside her.
Or at the last moment pulled out on the floor… but this… this question, this way…
It had never happened before.
She was giving me a choice—and so casually, so sexily.
I grabbed her waist, pulled her closer.
Her breaths were still filled with smoke, lips wet.
In a heavy voice I said,
“At first I was thinking… in your mouth… but now…”
Neha laughed lightly, then kissed my lips—slowly, deeply.
Then whispered in my ear again,
“Tell me… I’ll do everything… today it’s only your wish.”
My mind was spinning.
Where to cum? In her mouth? On her face? On her chest? Or somewhere else?
Her eyes were waiting—completely mine, completely ready.
Looking into her eyes, between heavy breaths, I said,
“I want to cum in your mouth… everything… inside.”
Neha just smiled—a deep, sexy, victorious smile.
Then slowly slid down, kissing every inch of my body.
On the stomach, near the navel, then lower… to the base of my cock.
Every kiss wet, hot, and so slow that my body was trembling.
Finally she was in front of my cock again.
I grabbed her hair tightly once more—this time like she was my toy, my favorite doll.
Her face was now under my control.
I pushed her deep in one thrust—full cock down her throat.
“Gluck… gluck… gluck…”
The room filled only with this sound.
She wasn’t running away—she was taking part.
Her tongue swirled underneath, throat giving pressure, as if pulling me even deeper.
I was raising my hips, matching the rhythm—every thrust harder, deeper.
Her eyes widened—filled with water, but not closed.
She was still looking at me, as if saying, “Give more… give everything.”
My climax was right at the edge.
My heartbeat echoed in my ears.
Suddenly I loosened my grip.
I stood up.
Neha was on her knees, on the floor, mouth fully open, tongue slightly out, waiting.
Her eyes upward toward me—hungry, ready, mine.
3… 2… 1…
I jerked.
First spurt—shot out hard, half landed on her face (on cheeks, edges of lips), half straight into her mouth.
Then the rest—perfectly targeted, into her open mouth.
One after another, thick, hot streams.
She was soaking it all—without letting a single drop fall, licking everything with her tongue.
I looked down while breathing heavily.
Her face—shining with precum and now my cum.
Lips swollen, eyes still toward me.
As soon as the last spurt came out, I shouted loudly—voice trembling, but clear and commanding,
“Don’t swallow… show me first… stop!”
Neha obeyed instantly.
She froze like a statue—kneeling, head slightly back, chin raised, mouth fully open.
Her eyes fixed on me—wide, shining, obedient.
I bent down, looked closely.
Her mouth was filled with white, thick liquid—everything of mine, just released.
She wasn’t moving, breaths slow but controlled.
Tongue slightly out, as if showing me how much there was, how thick, how warm.
Some drops were sliding from the edges of her lips, but she wasn’t licking them—just waiting.
I reached out and lightly patted her cheek, like rewarding a good girl.
“Very good… look how much you’ve taken.”
I took a drop near her lips with my finger, then rubbed it on my own lips—tasted it.
Neha was still the same—mouth open, chin up, eyes in mine.
Her breaths felt even hotter now, light flaring from her nose.
She was saying without words—now what? What should I do?
I said softly, voice now a little gentle, but still dominant,
“Now… swallow slowly… while showing me.”
She blinked once—like agreeing.
Then slowly moved her throat.
I watched—the liquid going down her throat, drop by drop.
Her lips moved, tongue going in and out, as if enjoying every taste.
With the last gulp she licked her lips, then stuck out her tongue—clean, shining.
“Everything… went inside,” she whispered, voice juicy, tired, but happy.
Then smiled—a small, naughty smile.
“Now… anything else you want?”
I just kept looking at her—sweaty, face still shining with my marks.
The room was now quiet—just our breaths and a light fragrance.
I kept staring at her—Neha kneeling, face still shining with my marks, lips swollen, dark brown eyes so deep I wanted to drown in them.
She had never looked so sexy, so erotic as she did today.
Her whole body sweaty, hair messy, breaths still fast—but her eyes had a different glow, like she had just completed something big and was deeply satisfied.
She opened her mouth again—slowly, chin raised.
Inside it was all clean, not a single drop left.
She stuck out her tongue—shining, wet, clean.
Then gave a small, naughty smile—as if saying, “See… I finished everything… all of yours inside.”
Then her gaze went down—to my cock, which was now softening a little, but still some drops shining on the tip.
Without wasting a second, she moved forward.
Her tongue first touched the tip—slowly, like cleaning something precious.
Then fully wrapped it—tongue circling all around, licking every drop.
She was cleaning thoroughly, like this was her final ritual.
With every lick, light suction, as if wanting to enjoy the last taste too.
I tilted my head back and moaned—“Aahh… Neha… what are you doing today…”
My hand went into her hair again, but this time softly, just caressing.
She continued—slowly, lovingly, completely cleaning my cock.
From tip to base, to the balls—everything.
Her tongue hot, soft, and so skillful that light shivers ran through my body again.
Finally she stopped, looked up—lips wet, face glowing even more.
“All clean… now completely ready,” she whispered, voice with a different sweetness.
Then gave a light kiss on my stomach, like saying thank you.
I pulled her up—took her in my arms, both of us pressed together.
Her body warm, soft, and still trembling.
I said in her ear,
“You look different today… like it’s the first time.”
Neha rested her head on my chest, laughed lightly.
“Maybe… today I’m only yours… completely.”
The room was now quiet—just our breaths, and a light fragrance.
But I knew… this wasn’t over yet...
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