30-04-2026, 11:34 AM
He peeled the thong lower, scbanging it down her thighs. The lips of her pussy went with it, pulled open by the sticky pink band, the inner folds stretching, glistening, then springing back wet and slick. At last, the thong bunched at her knees, then fell to her feet. She stepped out, and Selvam tossed it to the side, not caring where it landed.
He looked up… Summer stared down with pupils blown wide, mouth parted, tits still glistening from his spit. She looked wild, half-wrecked. Her breath came in ragged pulls. He pressed his face between her thighs, left and right, kissing the inside of each leg, the taste of her already humming on his tongue.
“Please,” she gasped, and the word was a plea, not just a request, as if the ache in her waxed, smooth pussy was now the only thing holding her up.
He licked her, slow and flat, the entire length of her cunt from the bottom of her slit to the hood of her clit. The first taste of her—so immediate, so tangy-sweet, so shockingly clean—sent a pulse through his cock so strong he thought he’d burst through his shorts. He went again, slower; the soft inner lips parted under his tongue, the flesh swollen and sensitive. She tasted like a memory, like all his years of craving white women distilled to one impossible, honey-flavored second.
He pushed his tongue inside, and Summer made a tiny, broken sound. He moved his hands to cup her ass, pulling her forward so her legs braced on either side of his head, spreading her so wide she could hardly stand. His tongue moved in lazy, deliberate circles, teasing the entrance, then sliding upward to lap at the hard, swollen bud of her clit.
Summer’s hands locked on the back of his head, half-pushing…
“Not here,” Summer gasped, her fingers tangling in his salt-and-pepper hair. “I want you to take me to my bed.”
Selvam looked up at her, his lips glistening with her wetness, his eyes dark with hunger. The sight of him on his knees before her, his face buried between her thighs, sent another wave of heat pulsing through her body.
“Please,” she whispered, her voice breathy and low. “Carry me to my bed. I want you to taste me properly there.
Selvam rose to his full height, his powerful frame dwarfing her petite one. Without a word, he slid one arm beneath her knees and the other around her back, lifting her as if she weighed nothing at all. Summer wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her bare breasts against his clothed chest, the sensation of fabric against her sensitive nipples making her gasp.
He carried her through the studio door, down the short hallway to her bedroom. The white duvet glowed in the afternoon light, the pillows plump and inviting. Summer’s heart raced as Selvam lowered her onto the bed, her body sinking into the soft mattress.
“Like this?” he asked, his voice rough with desire as he positioned himself between her thighs.
Summer nodded, spreading her legs wider in invitation. “Like this,” she confirmed, her gaze locked on his face. “I want to watch you while you eat me.”
Selvam’s eyes darkened at her words. He leaned forward, his hands sliding up her inner thighs, pushing them apart even further. His breath was hot against her sensitive flesh as he lowered his mouth to her waxed pussy, his tongue making contact with her slick folds in one long, slow stroke.
Summer’s back arched off the bed, her fingers clutching at the sheets. “Oh god,” she moaned, watching as his dark head moved between her pale thighs, the contrast making her pussy clench with need.
Selvam took his time, exploring her with his tongue, learning the shape and taste of her. He lapped at her entrance, teasing the sensitive flesh before moving higher to circle her clit with deliberate slowness. Summer’s hips lifted off the bed, seeking more contact, more pressure.
“Please,” she gasped, her hands finding his head, guiding him to where she needed him most. “Right there, don’t stop.”
Selvam hummed against her, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. He sucked her clit between his lips, applying just enough pressure to make her thighs tremble. His tongue flicked rapidly against the sensitive bud, then flattened to deliver broad, sweeping strokes that had Summer writhing beneath him.
She watched through half-lidded eyes as he devoured her, his dark face buried in her pale pussy, his tongue working magic between her folds. The sight was almost too much to bear… the visual of his dark skin against her creamy flesh, the way his lips stretched around her sensitive flesh, the sounds of his eager lapping filling the quiet bedroom
“Selvam,” she moaned, her voice breaking on his name.
“I’m so close.”
He responded by sliding two fingers inside her, curling them upward to find that magical spot deep within her. The moment his fingertips pressed against her g-spot, Summer’s entire body seized.
“Oh fuck!” she gasped, her back arching off the bed. “Right there! Don’t stop!”
Selvam worked his fingers in a “come hither” motion, stroking that sensitive patch of flesh with unerring precision while his tongue continued its relentless assault on her clit. The dual sensation was overwhelming... her inner walls clenched around his fingers as pleasure built to an unbearable peak.
Summer’s thighs trembled on either side of his head, her hands gripping the sheets so tightly her knuckles went white. She could feel her orgasm building, a tightening coil of tension that threatened to snap at any moment.
“Selvam, I’m going to—“ she couldn’t finish the sentence as the first wave crashed over her.
Her body convulsed, her pussy clenching rhythmically around his fingers as she came with a guttural cry. Selvam didn’t relent, continuing to stroke her g-spot while sucking her swollen clit between his lips, drawing out her orgasm until she was sobbing with pleasure.
“That’s it,” he murmured against her sensitive flesh, his voice a deep rumble that sent fresh shivers through her body. “Come for me, Summer. Let me feel you.”
The intensity of her orgasm was unlike anything she’d experienced before. Waves of pleasure radiated outward from her core, making her toes curl and her vision blur at the edges. She felt herself gushing around his fingers, her juices coating his hand and chin as he continued to work her through the climax.
When the spasms finally subsided, Summer collapsed back onto the bed, her chest heaving, her body glistening with sweat. Selvam looked up at her, his face wet with her release, his eyes dark with satisfaction.
“Beautiful,” he said simply, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh. “You taste even better than I imagined.”
Summer reached for him, her arms still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. “Come here,” she whispered, tugging at his shirt. “I want to feel you.”
Selvam rose to his knees, his eyes never leaving hers as he unbuttoned his shirt with deliberate slowness. The fabric parted to reveal his chest—broad and powerful, with a light dusting of salt-and-pepper hair that tapered down to his navel. Summer’s mouth went dry at the sight.
“You’re gorgeous,” she said, her fingers tracing the defined muscles of his abdomen.
Selvam’s smile was soft as he removed his shirt completely, tossing it to the floor beside the bed. “Not as gorgeous as you,” he replied, his hands moving to the waistband of his trousers.
“Stop… carry me back to the studio…” she said it with a mischievous grin on her face.
“What?” Selvam asked, his brow furrowing in confusion. “The studio?”
Summer nodded, her eyes gleaming with sudden inspiration. “Yes. I want to see you in the light.” She reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Carry me back there. Please.”
Without hesitation, Selvam slid his arms beneath her again, lifting her easily against his chest. Summer’s naked body pressed against his, her breasts flattening against his bare skin as he carried her from the bedroom. Her legs wrapped around his waist, the position forcing her to cling to him as they moved through the hallway.
With each step, Selvam’s erection strained against the confines of his trousers, the thick length bumping against her ass. Summer felt the hard ridge press against her sensitive flesh, sending a fresh wave of heat through her body. She shifted in his arms, adjusting her position so that the bulge rubbed more firmly against her.
“God,” she whispered, her voice husky with renewed desire. “I can feel you.”
Selvam’s breath caught as she moved against him. “Summer...”
She loosened one arm from around his neck, her hand sliding down his chest, across the flat plane of his stomach, until her fingers found the prominent bulge in his trousers. The fabric was stretched taut, the outline of his cock clearly visible beneath the thin material. Summer cupped him through the fabric, feeling the impressive length and girth that Jenny had described so vividly.
“I’ve been thinking about this since I saw those photos,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. “About how big you are. About how you’re going to stretch me open when you finally fuck me.”
Selvam groaned, his step faltering for a moment before he continued down the hall. “You’re going to kill me before we even get there.”
Summer squeezed gently, feeling him throb against her palm. “I want to taste you first,” she murmured, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper. “I want to take that beautiful cock in my mouth and feel you grow even harder against my tongue.”
They reached the studio door, and Selvam pushed it open with his shoulder, carrying Summer inside. The soft box lights still illuminated the space, casting everything in a warm, ethereal glow. The white seamless backdrop created the perfect canvas for what was to come.
Selvam set Summer on her feet, his hands lingering on her waist as he steadied her. The studio lights bathed her naked body in a soft radiance, highlighting the creamy perfection of her skin, the pink flush that had spread across her chest and down to her breasts.
“Now,” Summer said, her eyes locked on his, “let me see what I’ve been dreaming about.”
Selvam’s hands moved to his belt, unfastening it with deliberate slowness.
She stops him, “I want to…”
“Let me,” Summer whispered, her fingers finding his belt buckle.
She leaned in, her naked breasts brushing against his chest as she worked the leather free from its clasp. The metal made a soft clink as she pulled it through the loops, her hands trembling slightly with anticipation. Selvam stood perfectly still, his breath coming in shallow pulls as she reached for the button of his trousers.
The button slipped free easily, but when her fingers found the zipper, she hesitated for just a moment. Her heart hammered against her ribs as she lowered the metal teeth, the sound unnaturally loud in the quiet studio. The fabric parted to reveal the white cotton of his boxer briefs, already tented obscenely by his erection.
Summer’s mouth went dry as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of both his trousers and underwear. The fabric strained against the massive bulge, refusing to budge more than an inch despite her gentle tug.
A small giggle escaped her lips. “You’re so… big,” she murmured, her eyes flicking up to meet his. “And you are so eager… Let me help.
She worked the material down with more determination, her fingers brushing against the warm skin of his lower belly. The first glimpse of his dark hair made her breath catch… not the salt-and-pepper she’d expected, but smooth, waxed skin that gleamed under the studio lights.
“Oh,” she breathed, her fingers stilling as she took in the sight. The contrast was breathtaking… his dark skin, completely hairless, stretching taut over the pronounced bulge of his cock.
She knelt down in front of him.
She pulled the fabric lower, her movements slow and reverent. The material finally surrendered, sliding down his thighs to reveal what Jenny had described with such vivid detail.
Summer gasped.
His cock sprang free with such force that the thick, plum-colored head bumped against her nose before she could react. She jerked back instinctively, her eyes widening as she took in the full magnitude of what stood before her
“Jesus,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
The shaft was thick as her wrist, veined and pulsing with each heartbeat. The head was indeed the color of a ripe plum, dark and glistening with a drop of clear fluid that caught the studio lights. Jenny hadn’t exaggerated… if anything, she’d undersold the magnificence of what Summer now beheld.
Her gaze traveled up and down, her head turning slightly as she tried to take in the full length. It was easily nine inches, perhaps more, the shaft pointed so straight, the skin a rich brown that made her own pale hands look almost translucent in comparison.
“Daddy...” The word slipped out before she could stop it, her voice filled with awe and disbelief.
She remained on her knees, her mouth hanging open, completely stunned by the reality before her. All the photos she’d seen, Jenny’s breathless descriptions, Vanitha’s knowing smiles… none of it had prepared her for this moment. The sheer size of him, the perfect symmetry, the way it seemed to throb with its own heartbeat… it was almost too much to process.
Her hand reached out tentatively, her fingers hovering just above the veined shaft. She was afraid to touch it, afraid that the reality might not match the fantasy, but also afraid that it might exceed her wildest dreams.
Before she touched his cock for the first time, she wanted to say something to his to express her overwhelming feeling.
Summer stood up slowly yo face him, her naked breasts pressing against his chest. She slid both hands up his body, resting them on his chest, and looked up at him with big, adoring eyes.
“Daddy...” she whispered, her voice soft and breathy. “Your cock…”
Selvam froze, his dark hands still on her waist. His eyes widened in confusion.
“Daddy?” He tilted his head, genuinely puzzled. “Why.. why are you calling me Daddy, Summer.”
He looked up… Summer stared down with pupils blown wide, mouth parted, tits still glistening from his spit. She looked wild, half-wrecked. Her breath came in ragged pulls. He pressed his face between her thighs, left and right, kissing the inside of each leg, the taste of her already humming on his tongue.
“Please,” she gasped, and the word was a plea, not just a request, as if the ache in her waxed, smooth pussy was now the only thing holding her up.
He licked her, slow and flat, the entire length of her cunt from the bottom of her slit to the hood of her clit. The first taste of her—so immediate, so tangy-sweet, so shockingly clean—sent a pulse through his cock so strong he thought he’d burst through his shorts. He went again, slower; the soft inner lips parted under his tongue, the flesh swollen and sensitive. She tasted like a memory, like all his years of craving white women distilled to one impossible, honey-flavored second.
He pushed his tongue inside, and Summer made a tiny, broken sound. He moved his hands to cup her ass, pulling her forward so her legs braced on either side of his head, spreading her so wide she could hardly stand. His tongue moved in lazy, deliberate circles, teasing the entrance, then sliding upward to lap at the hard, swollen bud of her clit.
Summer’s hands locked on the back of his head, half-pushing…
“Not here,” Summer gasped, her fingers tangling in his salt-and-pepper hair. “I want you to take me to my bed.”
Selvam looked up at her, his lips glistening with her wetness, his eyes dark with hunger. The sight of him on his knees before her, his face buried between her thighs, sent another wave of heat pulsing through her body.
“Please,” she whispered, her voice breathy and low. “Carry me to my bed. I want you to taste me properly there.
Selvam rose to his full height, his powerful frame dwarfing her petite one. Without a word, he slid one arm beneath her knees and the other around her back, lifting her as if she weighed nothing at all. Summer wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her bare breasts against his clothed chest, the sensation of fabric against her sensitive nipples making her gasp.
He carried her through the studio door, down the short hallway to her bedroom. The white duvet glowed in the afternoon light, the pillows plump and inviting. Summer’s heart raced as Selvam lowered her onto the bed, her body sinking into the soft mattress.
“Like this?” he asked, his voice rough with desire as he positioned himself between her thighs.
Summer nodded, spreading her legs wider in invitation. “Like this,” she confirmed, her gaze locked on his face. “I want to watch you while you eat me.”
Selvam’s eyes darkened at her words. He leaned forward, his hands sliding up her inner thighs, pushing them apart even further. His breath was hot against her sensitive flesh as he lowered his mouth to her waxed pussy, his tongue making contact with her slick folds in one long, slow stroke.
Summer’s back arched off the bed, her fingers clutching at the sheets. “Oh god,” she moaned, watching as his dark head moved between her pale thighs, the contrast making her pussy clench with need.
Selvam took his time, exploring her with his tongue, learning the shape and taste of her. He lapped at her entrance, teasing the sensitive flesh before moving higher to circle her clit with deliberate slowness. Summer’s hips lifted off the bed, seeking more contact, more pressure.
“Please,” she gasped, her hands finding his head, guiding him to where she needed him most. “Right there, don’t stop.”
Selvam hummed against her, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. He sucked her clit between his lips, applying just enough pressure to make her thighs tremble. His tongue flicked rapidly against the sensitive bud, then flattened to deliver broad, sweeping strokes that had Summer writhing beneath him.
She watched through half-lidded eyes as he devoured her, his dark face buried in her pale pussy, his tongue working magic between her folds. The sight was almost too much to bear… the visual of his dark skin against her creamy flesh, the way his lips stretched around her sensitive flesh, the sounds of his eager lapping filling the quiet bedroom
“Selvam,” she moaned, her voice breaking on his name.
“I’m so close.”
He responded by sliding two fingers inside her, curling them upward to find that magical spot deep within her. The moment his fingertips pressed against her g-spot, Summer’s entire body seized.
“Oh fuck!” she gasped, her back arching off the bed. “Right there! Don’t stop!”
Selvam worked his fingers in a “come hither” motion, stroking that sensitive patch of flesh with unerring precision while his tongue continued its relentless assault on her clit. The dual sensation was overwhelming... her inner walls clenched around his fingers as pleasure built to an unbearable peak.
Summer’s thighs trembled on either side of his head, her hands gripping the sheets so tightly her knuckles went white. She could feel her orgasm building, a tightening coil of tension that threatened to snap at any moment.
“Selvam, I’m going to—“ she couldn’t finish the sentence as the first wave crashed over her.
Her body convulsed, her pussy clenching rhythmically around his fingers as she came with a guttural cry. Selvam didn’t relent, continuing to stroke her g-spot while sucking her swollen clit between his lips, drawing out her orgasm until she was sobbing with pleasure.
“That’s it,” he murmured against her sensitive flesh, his voice a deep rumble that sent fresh shivers through her body. “Come for me, Summer. Let me feel you.”
The intensity of her orgasm was unlike anything she’d experienced before. Waves of pleasure radiated outward from her core, making her toes curl and her vision blur at the edges. She felt herself gushing around his fingers, her juices coating his hand and chin as he continued to work her through the climax.
When the spasms finally subsided, Summer collapsed back onto the bed, her chest heaving, her body glistening with sweat. Selvam looked up at her, his face wet with her release, his eyes dark with satisfaction.
“Beautiful,” he said simply, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh. “You taste even better than I imagined.”
Summer reached for him, her arms still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. “Come here,” she whispered, tugging at his shirt. “I want to feel you.”
Selvam rose to his knees, his eyes never leaving hers as he unbuttoned his shirt with deliberate slowness. The fabric parted to reveal his chest—broad and powerful, with a light dusting of salt-and-pepper hair that tapered down to his navel. Summer’s mouth went dry at the sight.
“You’re gorgeous,” she said, her fingers tracing the defined muscles of his abdomen.
Selvam’s smile was soft as he removed his shirt completely, tossing it to the floor beside the bed. “Not as gorgeous as you,” he replied, his hands moving to the waistband of his trousers.
“Stop… carry me back to the studio…” she said it with a mischievous grin on her face.
“What?” Selvam asked, his brow furrowing in confusion. “The studio?”
Summer nodded, her eyes gleaming with sudden inspiration. “Yes. I want to see you in the light.” She reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Carry me back there. Please.”
Without hesitation, Selvam slid his arms beneath her again, lifting her easily against his chest. Summer’s naked body pressed against his, her breasts flattening against his bare skin as he carried her from the bedroom. Her legs wrapped around his waist, the position forcing her to cling to him as they moved through the hallway.
With each step, Selvam’s erection strained against the confines of his trousers, the thick length bumping against her ass. Summer felt the hard ridge press against her sensitive flesh, sending a fresh wave of heat through her body. She shifted in his arms, adjusting her position so that the bulge rubbed more firmly against her.
“God,” she whispered, her voice husky with renewed desire. “I can feel you.”
Selvam’s breath caught as she moved against him. “Summer...”
She loosened one arm from around his neck, her hand sliding down his chest, across the flat plane of his stomach, until her fingers found the prominent bulge in his trousers. The fabric was stretched taut, the outline of his cock clearly visible beneath the thin material. Summer cupped him through the fabric, feeling the impressive length and girth that Jenny had described so vividly.
“I’ve been thinking about this since I saw those photos,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. “About how big you are. About how you’re going to stretch me open when you finally fuck me.”
Selvam groaned, his step faltering for a moment before he continued down the hall. “You’re going to kill me before we even get there.”
Summer squeezed gently, feeling him throb against her palm. “I want to taste you first,” she murmured, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper. “I want to take that beautiful cock in my mouth and feel you grow even harder against my tongue.”
They reached the studio door, and Selvam pushed it open with his shoulder, carrying Summer inside. The soft box lights still illuminated the space, casting everything in a warm, ethereal glow. The white seamless backdrop created the perfect canvas for what was to come.
Selvam set Summer on her feet, his hands lingering on her waist as he steadied her. The studio lights bathed her naked body in a soft radiance, highlighting the creamy perfection of her skin, the pink flush that had spread across her chest and down to her breasts.
“Now,” Summer said, her eyes locked on his, “let me see what I’ve been dreaming about.”
Selvam’s hands moved to his belt, unfastening it with deliberate slowness.
She stops him, “I want to…”
“Let me,” Summer whispered, her fingers finding his belt buckle.
She leaned in, her naked breasts brushing against his chest as she worked the leather free from its clasp. The metal made a soft clink as she pulled it through the loops, her hands trembling slightly with anticipation. Selvam stood perfectly still, his breath coming in shallow pulls as she reached for the button of his trousers.
The button slipped free easily, but when her fingers found the zipper, she hesitated for just a moment. Her heart hammered against her ribs as she lowered the metal teeth, the sound unnaturally loud in the quiet studio. The fabric parted to reveal the white cotton of his boxer briefs, already tented obscenely by his erection.
Summer’s mouth went dry as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of both his trousers and underwear. The fabric strained against the massive bulge, refusing to budge more than an inch despite her gentle tug.
A small giggle escaped her lips. “You’re so… big,” she murmured, her eyes flicking up to meet his. “And you are so eager… Let me help.
She worked the material down with more determination, her fingers brushing against the warm skin of his lower belly. The first glimpse of his dark hair made her breath catch… not the salt-and-pepper she’d expected, but smooth, waxed skin that gleamed under the studio lights.
“Oh,” she breathed, her fingers stilling as she took in the sight. The contrast was breathtaking… his dark skin, completely hairless, stretching taut over the pronounced bulge of his cock.
She knelt down in front of him.
She pulled the fabric lower, her movements slow and reverent. The material finally surrendered, sliding down his thighs to reveal what Jenny had described with such vivid detail.
Summer gasped.
His cock sprang free with such force that the thick, plum-colored head bumped against her nose before she could react. She jerked back instinctively, her eyes widening as she took in the full magnitude of what stood before her
“Jesus,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
The shaft was thick as her wrist, veined and pulsing with each heartbeat. The head was indeed the color of a ripe plum, dark and glistening with a drop of clear fluid that caught the studio lights. Jenny hadn’t exaggerated… if anything, she’d undersold the magnificence of what Summer now beheld.
Her gaze traveled up and down, her head turning slightly as she tried to take in the full length. It was easily nine inches, perhaps more, the shaft pointed so straight, the skin a rich brown that made her own pale hands look almost translucent in comparison.
“Daddy...” The word slipped out before she could stop it, her voice filled with awe and disbelief.
She remained on her knees, her mouth hanging open, completely stunned by the reality before her. All the photos she’d seen, Jenny’s breathless descriptions, Vanitha’s knowing smiles… none of it had prepared her for this moment. The sheer size of him, the perfect symmetry, the way it seemed to throb with its own heartbeat… it was almost too much to process.
Her hand reached out tentatively, her fingers hovering just above the veined shaft. She was afraid to touch it, afraid that the reality might not match the fantasy, but also afraid that it might exceed her wildest dreams.
Before she touched his cock for the first time, she wanted to say something to his to express her overwhelming feeling.
Summer stood up slowly yo face him, her naked breasts pressing against his chest. She slid both hands up his body, resting them on his chest, and looked up at him with big, adoring eyes.
“Daddy...” she whispered, her voice soft and breathy. “Your cock…”
Selvam froze, his dark hands still on her waist. His eyes widened in confusion.
“Daddy?” He tilted his head, genuinely puzzled. “Why.. why are you calling me Daddy, Summer.”
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