03-05-2026, 05:56 AM
Selvam kept climbing steadily, strong legs powering every step while her ass jiggled and bounced in his grip.
By the time he reached the top of the stairs, Vanitha was a whimpering, clingy mess. Selvam didn’t set her down. He kept her wrapped tightly around him, cock buried all the way inside her, and walked the short distance down the hallway into the bedroom.
“Do you really want that break, ma?” he teased, voice low and amused as he bounced her lightly on his cock with each step.
“Mamaaa… yes… no… I don’t know,” she whined cutely against his neck, half embarrassed, half needy.
Selvam chuckled and stopped beside the large bed. With smooth control, he leaned forward and gently laid her down on her back across the mattress without ever pulling out. Her legs stayed locked around his waist as he followed her down, settling his weight on top of her. His thick cock remained buried deep inside her soaked, still-fluttering pussy.
Instead of lying back fully, she planted her hands behind her on the mattress, arms straight, leaning back seductively while keeping her legs tightly wrapped around his waist. Her back arched beautifully, pushing her breasts up toward him as she looked up with big, playful eyes.
She bit her lower lip, cheeks still flushed with that adorable mix of shyness and mischief.
“My break is over, mama…” she said in the sweetest, breathiest voice, tilting her head cutely. “I changed my mind. I want to cum again… this is my fourth one, okay?”
She gave a tiny, shy wiggle of her hips, grinding herself on his cock while still leaning back like a naughty little temptress. “Please? I’ll be your good girl and make another pretty mess for you…”
Her legs squeezed tighter around him, pulling him deeper as she batted her lashes, looking both innocent and utterly filthy at the same time.
The moment those words left her lips.. that sweet, shy little “I want to cum for the fourth time”... something in Selvam snapped.
His cock twitched hard inside her, throbbing with fresh hunger. The sight of her leaning back on her hands, back arched, legs locked around his waist like she never wanted to let go… it drove him absolutely wild.
His jaw tightened, eyes darkening with raw need as he looked down at her. She was still flushed, still pretending to be shy, yet boldly asking for her fourth orgasm while his cock was buried deep inside her. It was the perfect mix of innocent and filthy, and it made his blood run hot.
“Fuck, Vanitha…” he growled under his breath, voice rough. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”
He leaned forward, hands sliding under her ass as he climbed onto the bed with her. She kept her legs wrapped tightly around him the entire time, refusing to let him slip out even for a second. As he moved them into position, she started with those cute, subtle teasing remarks… each one delivered in that soft, breathy, almost-innocent voice that drove him even crazier.
“Mama… you’re so hard right now,” she whispered, biting her lip as he settled between her thighs. “Did I make you this big by saying I want to cum again?”
He pushed her further up the bed, her back finally meeting the pillows. Her hands left the mattress and slid up his arms, nails lightly scratching his skin.
“You’re looking at me like you’re gonna ruin me,” she added with a shy little smile, voice sweet and teasing. “But I want it… I want my fourth one so bad, mama. Will you give it to me?”
Selvam groaned, the sound low and guttural. Every innocent-sounding word from her mouth was pure gasoline on the fire already raging inside him. He hooked his arms under her knees, spreading her wider as he finally lowered his full weight on top of her, chest to chest, face hovering just inches above hers.
Her legs stayed locked around his waist as he sank even deeper in this new missionary angle. She let out a soft, shaky moan, then whispered right against his lips…
“See? I told you my break was over… now make me cum again, mama. Please?”
Even in that moment of pure, primal fury, his hands moved with surprising gentleness.
He reached for the pillow beside her head, lifted her slightly, and carefully slid it under her neck, adjusting it just right so her head rested comfortably. His thumb brushed her cheek for a split second… tender, almost reverent… before his grip returned to her thighs, spreading her wider.
Vanitha’s eyes widened at the contrast. One second he looked like he was about to devour her… the next, he was making sure she was comfortable. The mix made her heart flutter wildly.
“Mama…” she whispered, voice small and shaky, “you’re being so sweet even when you’re about to ruin me…”
Selvam’s jaw clenched. His eyes burned into hers as he settled his weight fully on top of her, cock buried all the way inside her, in this perfect missionary angle. The pillow cradled her neck perfectly, her back arched just right, legs still locked around his waist.
“I care about you,” he growled, voice low and rough against her lips. “Even when I’m about to fuck you senseless.”
Selvam pulled his hips back slowly, then slammed forward in one brutal, punishing thrust, driving every thick inch deep into her soaked pussy in a single savage stroke.
“Ahh…! Mamaaa!” Vanitha cried out sharply, her voice sweet and shocked as her back arched hard off the pillow. “You’re so deep already… it feels like you’re splitting me open!”
He didn’t give her time to breathe. He pulled back and slammed in again, setting a hard, relentless rhythm that made the bed creak beneath them.
But then his eyes dropped.
Her full, perky breasts bounced wildly with every powerful thrust heavy, round, and impossibly perfect, the soft flesh jiggling and rippling each time his hips snapped forward.
The sight completely distracted him. He couldn’t look away. Those beautiful tits were hypnotizing him, nipples already tight and begging.
Without missing a single stroke, he dropped his head and latched onto one dark peak.
His mouth closed around it hungrily, sucking hard while his cock kept pounding into her. He swirled his tongue, teeth grazing the sensitive bud before he sucked again, pulling it deep into his mouth like he was starving for her.
His free hand grabbed the other breast roughly, squeezing the soft mound, fingers digging in as it spilled between his knuckles. He pinched and rolled the nipple between his fingers in time with his thrusts, never once slowing down.
“Fuck… these tits,” he growled against her skin, voice muffled as he switched sides, sucking the second nipple even harder. His hips kept driving forward in deep, punishing strokes, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room.
Every brutal thrust made her breasts bounce right into his face, and he devoured them… licking, biting, sucking… all while his cock ruined her pussy without mercy.
Vanitha’s hands flew to his hair, fingers twisting tight as she moaned helplessly between gasps.
“Mama…! Ahh, you’re sucking so hard while you’re fucking me like this…” she whimpered, voice sweet and broken. “Don’t stop… please don’t stop…”
That’s when it happened.
Vanitha’s pussy suddenly creamed hard around him. Thick, white, creamy nectar began coating his cock with every deep stroke… warm, slippery, and so visibly messy. The creamy ring of her arousal built up at the base of his shaft, smearing across his balls and dripping down in sticky strands with each thrust. The sight and feel of it made him groan loudly against her breast.
“Mama… look what you’re doing to me,” she whimpered breathlessly, voice cute and embarrassed even as her hips twitched up to meet him. “I’m creaming so much… it’s all over your cock…”
The creamy mess only made him fuck her harder.
Then her fourth orgasm hit… hard.
Vanitha’s whole body seized. Her walls clamped down around his thick shaft like a vice, pulsing and fluttering violently as the climax crashed through her.
A fresh, hot gush of her cream squirted out around him, soaking his groin and the sheets beneath them. Her thighs shook uncontrollably around his waist, toes curling tight as wave after wave ripped through her.
“Ahh…! Mamaaa! I’m coming again… fourth time… I can’t stop!” she cried out, voice breaking into a high, sweet moan.
Her nails dug into his back, scratching down his skin as her pussy milked him in powerful, rhythmic spasms, more thick white cream flooding out with every brutal thrust.
Selvam never stopped. He kept pounding her through it, mouth still latched onto her bouncing breast, sucking and biting while her creamy orgasm drenched his cock completely.
Selvam kept pounding through the last ripples of her fourth orgasm, his cock glistening with thick white cream that coated every inch of his shaft and dripped messily down his heavy balls.
Vanitha was still trembling beneath him, legs locked tight around his waist, when she looked up with those big, shiny eyes and started her sweetest, most dangerous teasing yet.
“Mama…” she whispered breathlessly, voice all cute and shy even as her pussy fluttered around him.
“You’ve been fucking me since 9:30 this morning… it’s already 1:30 and you still haven’t come once. How are you so in control, huh? All that thick semen has been collecting in these big, heavy balls for four whole hours… just for me?”
She bit her lip, giving him that adorable little head tilt while her nails gently scratched down his back.
“Are you saving every drop for me, mama? All that hot, creamy cum you’ve been holding back… I want it. Please? I’ve already come four times like a greedy girl… now it’s your turn to fill me up.”
By the time he reached the top of the stairs, Vanitha was a whimpering, clingy mess. Selvam didn’t set her down. He kept her wrapped tightly around him, cock buried all the way inside her, and walked the short distance down the hallway into the bedroom.
“Do you really want that break, ma?” he teased, voice low and amused as he bounced her lightly on his cock with each step.
“Mamaaa… yes… no… I don’t know,” she whined cutely against his neck, half embarrassed, half needy.
Selvam chuckled and stopped beside the large bed. With smooth control, he leaned forward and gently laid her down on her back across the mattress without ever pulling out. Her legs stayed locked around his waist as he followed her down, settling his weight on top of her. His thick cock remained buried deep inside her soaked, still-fluttering pussy.
Instead of lying back fully, she planted her hands behind her on the mattress, arms straight, leaning back seductively while keeping her legs tightly wrapped around his waist. Her back arched beautifully, pushing her breasts up toward him as she looked up with big, playful eyes.
She bit her lower lip, cheeks still flushed with that adorable mix of shyness and mischief.
“My break is over, mama…” she said in the sweetest, breathiest voice, tilting her head cutely. “I changed my mind. I want to cum again… this is my fourth one, okay?”
She gave a tiny, shy wiggle of her hips, grinding herself on his cock while still leaning back like a naughty little temptress. “Please? I’ll be your good girl and make another pretty mess for you…”
Her legs squeezed tighter around him, pulling him deeper as she batted her lashes, looking both innocent and utterly filthy at the same time.
The moment those words left her lips.. that sweet, shy little “I want to cum for the fourth time”... something in Selvam snapped.
His cock twitched hard inside her, throbbing with fresh hunger. The sight of her leaning back on her hands, back arched, legs locked around his waist like she never wanted to let go… it drove him absolutely wild.
His jaw tightened, eyes darkening with raw need as he looked down at her. She was still flushed, still pretending to be shy, yet boldly asking for her fourth orgasm while his cock was buried deep inside her. It was the perfect mix of innocent and filthy, and it made his blood run hot.
“Fuck, Vanitha…” he growled under his breath, voice rough. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”
He leaned forward, hands sliding under her ass as he climbed onto the bed with her. She kept her legs wrapped tightly around him the entire time, refusing to let him slip out even for a second. As he moved them into position, she started with those cute, subtle teasing remarks… each one delivered in that soft, breathy, almost-innocent voice that drove him even crazier.
“Mama… you’re so hard right now,” she whispered, biting her lip as he settled between her thighs. “Did I make you this big by saying I want to cum again?”
He pushed her further up the bed, her back finally meeting the pillows. Her hands left the mattress and slid up his arms, nails lightly scratching his skin.
“You’re looking at me like you’re gonna ruin me,” she added with a shy little smile, voice sweet and teasing. “But I want it… I want my fourth one so bad, mama. Will you give it to me?”
Selvam groaned, the sound low and guttural. Every innocent-sounding word from her mouth was pure gasoline on the fire already raging inside him. He hooked his arms under her knees, spreading her wider as he finally lowered his full weight on top of her, chest to chest, face hovering just inches above hers.
Her legs stayed locked around his waist as he sank even deeper in this new missionary angle. She let out a soft, shaky moan, then whispered right against his lips…
“See? I told you my break was over… now make me cum again, mama. Please?”
Even in that moment of pure, primal fury, his hands moved with surprising gentleness.
He reached for the pillow beside her head, lifted her slightly, and carefully slid it under her neck, adjusting it just right so her head rested comfortably. His thumb brushed her cheek for a split second… tender, almost reverent… before his grip returned to her thighs, spreading her wider.
Vanitha’s eyes widened at the contrast. One second he looked like he was about to devour her… the next, he was making sure she was comfortable. The mix made her heart flutter wildly.
“Mama…” she whispered, voice small and shaky, “you’re being so sweet even when you’re about to ruin me…”
Selvam’s jaw clenched. His eyes burned into hers as he settled his weight fully on top of her, cock buried all the way inside her, in this perfect missionary angle. The pillow cradled her neck perfectly, her back arched just right, legs still locked around his waist.
“I care about you,” he growled, voice low and rough against her lips. “Even when I’m about to fuck you senseless.”
Selvam pulled his hips back slowly, then slammed forward in one brutal, punishing thrust, driving every thick inch deep into her soaked pussy in a single savage stroke.
“Ahh…! Mamaaa!” Vanitha cried out sharply, her voice sweet and shocked as her back arched hard off the pillow. “You’re so deep already… it feels like you’re splitting me open!”
He didn’t give her time to breathe. He pulled back and slammed in again, setting a hard, relentless rhythm that made the bed creak beneath them.
But then his eyes dropped.
Her full, perky breasts bounced wildly with every powerful thrust heavy, round, and impossibly perfect, the soft flesh jiggling and rippling each time his hips snapped forward.
The sight completely distracted him. He couldn’t look away. Those beautiful tits were hypnotizing him, nipples already tight and begging.
Without missing a single stroke, he dropped his head and latched onto one dark peak.
His mouth closed around it hungrily, sucking hard while his cock kept pounding into her. He swirled his tongue, teeth grazing the sensitive bud before he sucked again, pulling it deep into his mouth like he was starving for her.
His free hand grabbed the other breast roughly, squeezing the soft mound, fingers digging in as it spilled between his knuckles. He pinched and rolled the nipple between his fingers in time with his thrusts, never once slowing down.
“Fuck… these tits,” he growled against her skin, voice muffled as he switched sides, sucking the second nipple even harder. His hips kept driving forward in deep, punishing strokes, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room.
Every brutal thrust made her breasts bounce right into his face, and he devoured them… licking, biting, sucking… all while his cock ruined her pussy without mercy.
Vanitha’s hands flew to his hair, fingers twisting tight as she moaned helplessly between gasps.
“Mama…! Ahh, you’re sucking so hard while you’re fucking me like this…” she whimpered, voice sweet and broken. “Don’t stop… please don’t stop…”
That’s when it happened.
Vanitha’s pussy suddenly creamed hard around him. Thick, white, creamy nectar began coating his cock with every deep stroke… warm, slippery, and so visibly messy. The creamy ring of her arousal built up at the base of his shaft, smearing across his balls and dripping down in sticky strands with each thrust. The sight and feel of it made him groan loudly against her breast.
“Mama… look what you’re doing to me,” she whimpered breathlessly, voice cute and embarrassed even as her hips twitched up to meet him. “I’m creaming so much… it’s all over your cock…”
The creamy mess only made him fuck her harder.
Then her fourth orgasm hit… hard.
Vanitha’s whole body seized. Her walls clamped down around his thick shaft like a vice, pulsing and fluttering violently as the climax crashed through her.
A fresh, hot gush of her cream squirted out around him, soaking his groin and the sheets beneath them. Her thighs shook uncontrollably around his waist, toes curling tight as wave after wave ripped through her.
“Ahh…! Mamaaa! I’m coming again… fourth time… I can’t stop!” she cried out, voice breaking into a high, sweet moan.
Her nails dug into his back, scratching down his skin as her pussy milked him in powerful, rhythmic spasms, more thick white cream flooding out with every brutal thrust.
Selvam never stopped. He kept pounding her through it, mouth still latched onto her bouncing breast, sucking and biting while her creamy orgasm drenched his cock completely.
Selvam kept pounding through the last ripples of her fourth orgasm, his cock glistening with thick white cream that coated every inch of his shaft and dripped messily down his heavy balls.
Vanitha was still trembling beneath him, legs locked tight around his waist, when she looked up with those big, shiny eyes and started her sweetest, most dangerous teasing yet.
“Mama…” she whispered breathlessly, voice all cute and shy even as her pussy fluttered around him.
“You’ve been fucking me since 9:30 this morning… it’s already 1:30 and you still haven’t come once. How are you so in control, huh? All that thick semen has been collecting in these big, heavy balls for four whole hours… just for me?”
She bit her lip, giving him that adorable little head tilt while her nails gently scratched down his back.
“Are you saving every drop for me, mama? All that hot, creamy cum you’ve been holding back… I want it. Please? I’ve already come four times like a greedy girl… now it’s your turn to fill me up.”
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