03-05-2026, 05:49 AM
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“Tell me again, mama” she begged, her voice breaking on a moan. “Tell me why you like it so much.”
Selvam’s eyes darkened, his hand sliding from her face to grip her hip. “Because you..you are my forbidden fruit, ma. Because every time I see you with Ashok, all I can think about is how you taste, how you feel around you.”
“I’m going to come,” she gasped, her body tensing beneath him. “Mama, I’m going to…“
Selvam watched her face transform as her orgasm crashed through her. Her eyes squeezed shut, her lips parting on a silent scream, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around his cock. The sight of her coming apart beneath him, her body responding to his words and his touch, pushed him toward his own climax.
“That’s it,” he growled, his hips never slowing their relentless pace. “Come for me, ma. Let me feel you.”
Her climax crashed through her with unexpected force, her body convulsing beneath him. Her pussy gripped his cock so tight, milking him with each pulse of her release. Selvam maintained his pace, prolonging her pleasure, watching her face transform with ecstasy.
When the spasms finally subsided, Vanitha collapsed against the counter, her chest heaving, skin glistening with sweat. Selvam gathered her into his arms, his cock still buried deep inside her, and carried her toward the guest bedroom.
“Not finished with you yet” he murmured against her hair. “Just getting started.”
Vanitha marveled at Selvam’s control, his cock still hard inside her despite her pussy’s attempts to milk him through her orgasm.
This was Vanitha’s favorite moment… the exquisite suspension between her climax and his, his cock still buried deep inside her, still throbbing with need even as her own body trembled with aftershocks. She loved how he always carries her, with his cock inside her, the connection between them never breaking, to the next place he wants to fuck her.
“Where are you taking me, mama?” she whispered against his neck, her breath hot on his sweat-dampened skin.
“The guest bedroom,” Selvam replied, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her chest. “I want to fuck you in my room”.
Like a little kid pointing at a candy shop, she pointed at the stairs… “put me down there and fuck me, mama”
“On the stairs?”
“Yes,” she whispered, her eyes dark with renewed hunger.
Selvam pulled out in one swift motion. Vanitha gasped loudly at the sudden emptiness, her inner walls clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled again. The cool air hit her wet pussy, making her shiver.
“Turn around,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire.
Vanitha obeyed instantly, dropping to her hands and knees on the carpeted stairs. The position pushed her ass high into the air, her pussy lips glistening with their combined fluids. She looked back over her shoulder, her dark hair falling across her face, her eyes wide and wanting.
“Jenny’s waxing” he murmured remembering what Summer said about the banter in the waxing salon…
“Summer said, you and her got waxing in the same room” he asked her as he stretched her ass cheeks admiring her puckering waxed asshole.
“Yes,” Vanitha confirmed, her voice breathless as Selvam’s thumbs continued to spread her ass cheeks. “Side by side. We talked about you the whole time.”
Selvam bent down and spread her ass cheeks.
Selvam’s tongue traced a slow, deliberate path between her ass cheeks, the wet heat of his mouth making Vanitha gasp. His tongue dipped lower, finding the glistening folds of her pussy from behind, lapping at her swollen lips with unhurried appreciation.
“Oh god, mama,” she moaned, her hips pushing back against his face.
His tongue ventured higher, tracing the sensitive crease where her ass began. The tip of his tongue brushed against her puckered asshole, and Vanitha jerked forward instinctively.
“Eww... mama, gross,” she protested, her voice breathy and unconvincing. “Not there, please.”
Selvam smiled against her skin, recognizing the performative nature of her objection. Her body told a different story… her ass cheeks relaxing, yielding to his exploration, her pussy growing wetter with each passing second.
“Your body says otherwise, ma,” he murmured, his breath hot against her most intimate place.
His tongue circled her tight ring, applying gentle pressure. Vanitha’s protest dissolved into a broken moan, her hips stilling as she surrendered to the sensation.
“Mama, that’s so dirty,” she whispered, the words carrying no real objection.
Selvam’s tongue pressed more firmly against her entrance, the tip breaching the tight ring in a slow, deliberate motion. The sensation sent a jolt of forbidden pleasure through Vanitha’s body, her inner walls clenching around nothing as her pussy throbbed with renewed need.
“Then why did you wax it nice and smooth for me… so clean and pink..” he argued while he continued to explore the sensitive opening with his tongue.
“Mama,” she gasped, her voice breaking as pleasure and embarrassment warred within her. “I can’t believe you’re doing this.”
Selvam hummed against her, the vibration traveling through her sensitive flesh. His tongue worked in slow, deliberate circles, gradually easing deeper into her tight ring. The forbidden intimacy of the act sent heat flooding through Vanitha’s body, her pussy clenching rhythmically around nothing.
“Your ass is so tight, ma,” he murmured, pulling back just enough to speak. “Just like your pussy.”
Vanitha’s face burned with embarrassment, but her body betrayed her, hips pushing back to meet his tongue. “Only for you,” she whispered, the words barely audible.
Selvam’s fingers found her pussy from behind, two thick digits sliding easily into her wet channel. The dual sensation… his tongue working her ass while his fingers fucked her pussy… drove Vanitha to the edge of madness.
“Oh god,” she moaned, her arms trembling as she struggled to support her weight. “Mama, that feels so good.”
Selvam established a rhythm, his tongue circling her asshole while his fingers curled upward to find that magical spot inside her. The dual stimulation had Vanitha’s thighs trembling, her inner walls fluttering around his fingers.
“You’re getting so wet,” he observed, his voice rough with desire. “Your pussy is dripping down your thighs.”
The crude description made Vanitha’s pussy clench hard around his fingers. “Because of you,” she admitted, her voice trembling.
With a sudden movement, Selvam pulled his fingers from her dripping pussy and stood up. Vanitha felt the loss immediately, her body aching for his touch. Before she could protest, she felt the thick head of his cock pressing against her pussy entrance, slick with her own arousal.
He drove forward in one powerful thrust, burying himself inside her vagina, all the way deep. Vanitha cried out, the sound echoing through the stairwell as he filled her completely. At the same moment, his hand tangled in her hair, grabbing a fistful at the scalp and pulling hard enough to arch her back.
“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice rough with need.
Selvam’s eyes darkened, his hand sliding from her face to grip her hip. “Because you..you are my forbidden fruit, ma. Because every time I see you with Ashok, all I can think about is how you taste, how you feel around you.”
“I’m going to come,” she gasped, her body tensing beneath him. “Mama, I’m going to…“
Selvam watched her face transform as her orgasm crashed through her. Her eyes squeezed shut, her lips parting on a silent scream, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around his cock. The sight of her coming apart beneath him, her body responding to his words and his touch, pushed him toward his own climax.
“That’s it,” he growled, his hips never slowing their relentless pace. “Come for me, ma. Let me feel you.”
Her climax crashed through her with unexpected force, her body convulsing beneath him. Her pussy gripped his cock so tight, milking him with each pulse of her release. Selvam maintained his pace, prolonging her pleasure, watching her face transform with ecstasy.
When the spasms finally subsided, Vanitha collapsed against the counter, her chest heaving, skin glistening with sweat. Selvam gathered her into his arms, his cock still buried deep inside her, and carried her toward the guest bedroom.
“Not finished with you yet” he murmured against her hair. “Just getting started.”
Vanitha marveled at Selvam’s control, his cock still hard inside her despite her pussy’s attempts to milk him through her orgasm.
This was Vanitha’s favorite moment… the exquisite suspension between her climax and his, his cock still buried deep inside her, still throbbing with need even as her own body trembled with aftershocks. She loved how he always carries her, with his cock inside her, the connection between them never breaking, to the next place he wants to fuck her.
“Where are you taking me, mama?” she whispered against his neck, her breath hot on his sweat-dampened skin.
“The guest bedroom,” Selvam replied, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her chest. “I want to fuck you in my room”.
Like a little kid pointing at a candy shop, she pointed at the stairs… “put me down there and fuck me, mama”
“On the stairs?”
“Yes,” she whispered, her eyes dark with renewed hunger.
Selvam pulled out in one swift motion. Vanitha gasped loudly at the sudden emptiness, her inner walls clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled again. The cool air hit her wet pussy, making her shiver.
“Turn around,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire.
Vanitha obeyed instantly, dropping to her hands and knees on the carpeted stairs. The position pushed her ass high into the air, her pussy lips glistening with their combined fluids. She looked back over her shoulder, her dark hair falling across her face, her eyes wide and wanting.
“Jenny’s waxing” he murmured remembering what Summer said about the banter in the waxing salon…
“Summer said, you and her got waxing in the same room” he asked her as he stretched her ass cheeks admiring her puckering waxed asshole.
“Yes,” Vanitha confirmed, her voice breathless as Selvam’s thumbs continued to spread her ass cheeks. “Side by side. We talked about you the whole time.”
Selvam bent down and spread her ass cheeks.
Selvam’s tongue traced a slow, deliberate path between her ass cheeks, the wet heat of his mouth making Vanitha gasp. His tongue dipped lower, finding the glistening folds of her pussy from behind, lapping at her swollen lips with unhurried appreciation.
“Oh god, mama,” she moaned, her hips pushing back against his face.
His tongue ventured higher, tracing the sensitive crease where her ass began. The tip of his tongue brushed against her puckered asshole, and Vanitha jerked forward instinctively.
“Eww... mama, gross,” she protested, her voice breathy and unconvincing. “Not there, please.”
Selvam smiled against her skin, recognizing the performative nature of her objection. Her body told a different story… her ass cheeks relaxing, yielding to his exploration, her pussy growing wetter with each passing second.
“Your body says otherwise, ma,” he murmured, his breath hot against her most intimate place.
His tongue circled her tight ring, applying gentle pressure. Vanitha’s protest dissolved into a broken moan, her hips stilling as she surrendered to the sensation.
“Mama, that’s so dirty,” she whispered, the words carrying no real objection.
Selvam’s tongue pressed more firmly against her entrance, the tip breaching the tight ring in a slow, deliberate motion. The sensation sent a jolt of forbidden pleasure through Vanitha’s body, her inner walls clenching around nothing as her pussy throbbed with renewed need.
“Then why did you wax it nice and smooth for me… so clean and pink..” he argued while he continued to explore the sensitive opening with his tongue.
“Mama,” she gasped, her voice breaking as pleasure and embarrassment warred within her. “I can’t believe you’re doing this.”
Selvam hummed against her, the vibration traveling through her sensitive flesh. His tongue worked in slow, deliberate circles, gradually easing deeper into her tight ring. The forbidden intimacy of the act sent heat flooding through Vanitha’s body, her pussy clenching rhythmically around nothing.
“Your ass is so tight, ma,” he murmured, pulling back just enough to speak. “Just like your pussy.”
Vanitha’s face burned with embarrassment, but her body betrayed her, hips pushing back to meet his tongue. “Only for you,” she whispered, the words barely audible.
Selvam’s fingers found her pussy from behind, two thick digits sliding easily into her wet channel. The dual sensation… his tongue working her ass while his fingers fucked her pussy… drove Vanitha to the edge of madness.
“Oh god,” she moaned, her arms trembling as she struggled to support her weight. “Mama, that feels so good.”
Selvam established a rhythm, his tongue circling her asshole while his fingers curled upward to find that magical spot inside her. The dual stimulation had Vanitha’s thighs trembling, her inner walls fluttering around his fingers.
“You’re getting so wet,” he observed, his voice rough with desire. “Your pussy is dripping down your thighs.”
The crude description made Vanitha’s pussy clench hard around his fingers. “Because of you,” she admitted, her voice trembling.
With a sudden movement, Selvam pulled his fingers from her dripping pussy and stood up. Vanitha felt the loss immediately, her body aching for his touch. Before she could protest, she felt the thick head of his cock pressing against her pussy entrance, slick with her own arousal.
He drove forward in one powerful thrust, burying himself inside her vagina, all the way deep. Vanitha cried out, the sound echoing through the stairwell as he filled her completely. At the same moment, his hand tangled in her hair, grabbing a fistful at the scalp and pulling hard enough to arch her back.
“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice rough with need.
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