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Chapter 55: Suresh getting back to resort.
Brown sweater… Gowtham was wearing a brown sweater when we left the car this evening. His stomach twisted.
He turned to the woman. “Wait… just to be sure. Is the guy’s name Gowtham?”
She frowned. “Gowtham? No. The bastard told me his name was Karan.”
Suresh felt a wave of relief wash over him. He pulled out his phone with shaky fingers once his hands were free, quickly showing her a photo of Gowtham he had saved.
The woman stared at the screen and shook her head firmly. “No. Definitely not him. The guy who ruined me looked nothing like this.”
Suresh exhaled slowly, tension draining from his shoulders. Okay… he’s not a cheater. At least not that kind.
For a moment he feared, he left his wife with a dangerous men...
But Gowtham’s earlier warnings echoed in his head like a bad omen: “Be careful, anna… some things you can’t control once they start.”
“Drop me back as fast as you can,” Suresh urged the leader. “Please. It’s urgent.”
They nodded. He climbed into the front passenger seat of the van, heart racing with a toxic mix of fear, jealousy, and lingering arousal. The image of Gowtham’s naked body pressed against Sneha under that blanket refused to leave his mind — her soft moans, the way her hips had pushed back…
The van roared to life and sped back toward the hotel through the dark forest road.
Suresh immediately dialed Sneha’s number.
The phone call keeps going none picked...
Both their numbers are ringing but no one to pick..
Inside the room, Gowtham noticed the flashing screen while he was buried balls-deep inside Sneha. A dark, satisfied smirk curled his lips. He didn’t even slow his thrusts. Instead, he drove harder into her dripping pussy, making her cry out louder, drowning out the sound of the ignored calls.
Sneha was too far gone to notice anything. Her eyes were glassy, lips parted in a constant moan, completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure of being fucked senseless by a much stronger, much thicker cock than her husband’s.
Gowtham chuckled lowly, voice rough with lust. “Your husband is calling, baby… again and again.” He slammed into her with a particularly brutal thrust, making her breasts bounce wildly. “Should I pick up and let him hear how loud you’re moaning for me?”
Sneha could only whimper incoherently, her walls clenching hard around his pistoning shaft. She was beyond words.
With a wicked grin, Gowtham suddenly pulled out of her soaked cunt, leaving her empty and aching. Before she could protest, he scooped her up like she weighed nothing, his powerful arms gripping her thick thighs. Sneha instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, her heavy breasts pressing flush against his sweaty chest.
He carried her to the nearest wall and slammed her back against it. In one smooth, dominant motion, he lined up his thick, glistening cock and thrust upward — burying every inch into her dripping heat in a single stroke.
“Fuuuuck!” Sneha screamed, her head falling back against the wall. The new angle was devastating. His cock hit places so deep she saw stars. Gowtham fucked her with raw power — long, upward strokes that lifted her body slightly with every thrust. Her juices gushed down his shaft and thighs, dripping onto the floor in obscene wet sounds.
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“Take it, Sneha… take every fucking inch,” he growled against her neck, biting and sucking hard enough to leave marks. His hips pounded relentlessly, the wet slap of skin echoing louder than the ignored ringing phones. Sneha’s nails raked down his broad back, leaving red trails as another orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy spasmed violently around him, squirting slightly as her whole body shook and trembled in his arms.
She nearly passed out from the intensity, eyes rolling back, mouth open in a silent scream of pure ecstasy.
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But Gowtham wasn’t done.
He caught sight of the large mirror on the dressing table and smirked. Still buried inside her, he carried her across the room, his cock stirring deep in her belly with every step. He bent her over the dressing table, her upper body pressed against the cool wooden surface, ass raised high. Their reflection stared back at them — Sneha’s flushed, sweat-drenched face, her heavy tits swinging, her hair messy and wild.
Gowtham gripped her hips and slammed back into her from behind in one brutal thrust.
“Look at yourself,” he growled, voice thick and commanding. One hand fisted her hair, forcing her to watch in the mirror. “Look how fucking beautiful you look getting ruined by my cock.”
Sneha moaned loudly, unable to tear her eyes away. She watched her own face contort in pleasure — eyes half-lidded, mouth open, tongue slightly out — as Gowtham’s thick cock disappeared again and again into her stretched, creamy pussy. The sight was filthy and intoxicating. Every powerful thrust made her ass ripple, her tits bounce heavily against the table.
“You like watching yourself get fucked like a slut, don’t you?” he taunted, spanking her ass hard. “Say it.”
“Yes… yes, I love it!” she cried, pushing back onto him desperately. “Fuck me harder, Gowtham… please!”
He fucked her mercilessly in front of the mirror, one hand reaching around to rub her swollen clit while the other pulled her hair. Sneha came again, screaming, her juices spraying down her thighs as she watched herself shatter in the reflection.
“Fuck… pick up, pick up!” he muttered, gripping the phone so tight his knuckles turned white. He imagined the worst — Gowtham balls-deep inside his wife, Sneha moaning too loudly to hear the phone, her legs wrapped around him, begging for more.
The van bounced over potholes, headlights cutting through the blackness. Every second felt like torture. Suresh’s cock twitched involuntarily in his pants as filthy images flooded his brain: Sneha on her back, taking Gowtham’s thick cock, her tits bouncing, her voice breaking as she came again and again.
He tried calling once more. Nothing.
The driver noticed his tension. “Relax, brother. We’ll get you there in fifteen minutes.”
But fifteen minutes felt like an eternity.
Brown sweater… Gowtham was wearing a brown sweater when we left the car this evening. His stomach twisted.
He turned to the woman. “Wait… just to be sure. Is the guy’s name Gowtham?”
She frowned. “Gowtham? No. The bastard told me his name was Karan.”
Suresh felt a wave of relief wash over him. He pulled out his phone with shaky fingers once his hands were free, quickly showing her a photo of Gowtham he had saved.
The woman stared at the screen and shook her head firmly. “No. Definitely not him. The guy who ruined me looked nothing like this.”
Suresh exhaled slowly, tension draining from his shoulders. Okay… he’s not a cheater. At least not that kind.
For a moment he feared, he left his wife with a dangerous men...
But Gowtham’s earlier warnings echoed in his head like a bad omen: “Be careful, anna… some things you can’t control once they start.”
“Drop me back as fast as you can,” Suresh urged the leader. “Please. It’s urgent.”
They nodded. He climbed into the front passenger seat of the van, heart racing with a toxic mix of fear, jealousy, and lingering arousal. The image of Gowtham’s naked body pressed against Sneha under that blanket refused to leave his mind — her soft moans, the way her hips had pushed back…
The van roared to life and sped back toward the hotel through the dark forest road.
Suresh immediately dialed Sneha’s number.
The phone call keeps going none picked...
Both their numbers are ringing but no one to pick..
Inside the room, Gowtham noticed the flashing screen while he was buried balls-deep inside Sneha. A dark, satisfied smirk curled his lips. He didn’t even slow his thrusts. Instead, he drove harder into her dripping pussy, making her cry out louder, drowning out the sound of the ignored calls.
Sneha was too far gone to notice anything. Her eyes were glassy, lips parted in a constant moan, completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure of being fucked senseless by a much stronger, much thicker cock than her husband’s.
Gowtham chuckled lowly, voice rough with lust. “Your husband is calling, baby… again and again.” He slammed into her with a particularly brutal thrust, making her breasts bounce wildly. “Should I pick up and let him hear how loud you’re moaning for me?”
Sneha could only whimper incoherently, her walls clenching hard around his pistoning shaft. She was beyond words.
With a wicked grin, Gowtham suddenly pulled out of her soaked cunt, leaving her empty and aching. Before she could protest, he scooped her up like she weighed nothing, his powerful arms gripping her thick thighs. Sneha instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, her heavy breasts pressing flush against his sweaty chest.
He carried her to the nearest wall and slammed her back against it. In one smooth, dominant motion, he lined up his thick, glistening cock and thrust upward — burying every inch into her dripping heat in a single stroke.
“Fuuuuck!” Sneha screamed, her head falling back against the wall. The new angle was devastating. His cock hit places so deep she saw stars. Gowtham fucked her with raw power — long, upward strokes that lifted her body slightly with every thrust. Her juices gushed down his shaft and thighs, dripping onto the floor in obscene wet sounds.
“Take it, Sneha… take every fucking inch,” he growled against her neck, biting and sucking hard enough to leave marks. His hips pounded relentlessly, the wet slap of skin echoing louder than the ignored ringing phones. Sneha’s nails raked down his broad back, leaving red trails as another orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy spasmed violently around him, squirting slightly as her whole body shook and trembled in his arms.
She nearly passed out from the intensity, eyes rolling back, mouth open in a silent scream of pure ecstasy.
But Gowtham wasn’t done.
He caught sight of the large mirror on the dressing table and smirked. Still buried inside her, he carried her across the room, his cock stirring deep in her belly with every step. He bent her over the dressing table, her upper body pressed against the cool wooden surface, ass raised high. Their reflection stared back at them — Sneha’s flushed, sweat-drenched face, her heavy tits swinging, her hair messy and wild.
Gowtham gripped her hips and slammed back into her from behind in one brutal thrust.
“Look at yourself,” he growled, voice thick and commanding. One hand fisted her hair, forcing her to watch in the mirror. “Look how fucking beautiful you look getting ruined by my cock.”
Sneha moaned loudly, unable to tear her eyes away. She watched her own face contort in pleasure — eyes half-lidded, mouth open, tongue slightly out — as Gowtham’s thick cock disappeared again and again into her stretched, creamy pussy. The sight was filthy and intoxicating. Every powerful thrust made her ass ripple, her tits bounce heavily against the table.
“You like watching yourself get fucked like a slut, don’t you?” he taunted, spanking her ass hard. “Say it.”
“Yes… yes, I love it!” she cried, pushing back onto him desperately. “Fuck me harder, Gowtham… please!”
He fucked her mercilessly in front of the mirror, one hand reaching around to rub her swollen clit while the other pulled her hair. Sneha came again, screaming, her juices spraying down her thighs as she watched herself shatter in the reflection.
“Fuck… pick up, pick up!” he muttered, gripping the phone so tight his knuckles turned white. He imagined the worst — Gowtham balls-deep inside his wife, Sneha moaning too loudly to hear the phone, her legs wrapped around him, begging for more.
The van bounced over potholes, headlights cutting through the blackness. Every second felt like torture. Suresh’s cock twitched involuntarily in his pants as filthy images flooded his brain: Sneha on her back, taking Gowtham’s thick cock, her tits bouncing, her voice breaking as she came again and again.
He tried calling once more. Nothing.
The driver noticed his tension. “Relax, brother. We’ll get you there in fifteen minutes.”
But fifteen minutes felt like an eternity.
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