09-05-2026, 12:21 PM
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He set a punishing pace, each thrust driving deeper than the last. Tara’s jaw ached from the stretch, her lips swollen around his girth. She could taste the salt of his sweat on her tongue, the musk of his arousal as it leaked from the tip of his cock.
“Don’t stop,” he commanded, his fingers tightening in her hair. “You wanted this, didn’t you? Wanted my cock in your mouth?”
Tara moaned around his shaft, the vibration making him gasp. She couldn’t deny it... she had wanted this, had fantasized about it since seeing those photos on Summer’s phone. But she hadn’t expected this raw power, this complete dominance.
Selvam pulled back suddenly, his cock slipping from her lips with a wet pop. A strand of saliva stretched between them before breaking. He looked down at her, his eyes dark with hunger.
“Stand up,” he ordered.
Tara rose on trembling legs, her body responding to his commands as if they were her own thoughts. She stood up, heart hammering against her ribs. What was happening? This wasn’t how she’d imagined this encounter going.
Selvam’s eyes burned into her as she rose, his gaze traveling down her body with undisguised hunger. Before she could speak, he grabbed the loose end of her pallu from the floor and yanked it hard.
The fabric pulled taut, spinning her in a half-circle as the saree unwrapped from her body in one fluid motion. The ivory cotton pooled at her feet like a discarded skin, leaving her standing in just her thin petticoat, with her bare breasts jiggling with her bra open and her soaked thong.
“Turn around,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire.
Tara obeyed, her back now to him. She heard the rustle of fabric as he stepped closer, felt his warm breath on her neck. His fingers found the waistband of her petticoat, tugging it down with impatient movements. The thin silk slid over her hips, down her thighs, joining the saree on the marble floor.
The cool air raised goosebumps across her exposed skin. She stood before him in nothing but her blouse and thong, her golden skin glowing in the morning light. Her ass was completely bare, the thin string of her thong disappearing between her cheeks.
“Bend over,” Selvam ordered, his hand coming to rest on the small of her back. “Hands on the bed.”
Tara’s knees nearly buckled at the command. This wasn’t the gentle “Uncle” who had drunk so reverently from her breasts. This was someone else entirely... someone primal, dominant, who took what he wanted without asking.
She leaned forward, placing her palms on the edge of the mattress. The position pushed her ass out, the curve of her back creating a perfect arch. She could feel Selvam’s eyes on her, taking in every inch of her exposed body.
His fingers hooked into the sides of her thong, pulling it down with deliberate slowness. The thin fabric dragged across her sensitive skin, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. When it reached her knees, she stepped out of it, kicking it aside with one foot.
Now she was completely naked except for her blouse, which hung open, her breasts swaying with each breath. The cold marble bit into her knees, but she barely noticed. All her attention was focused on the man behind her, on the heat radiating from his body.
“Spread your legs,” he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous rumble.
Tara shifted her weight, widening her stance. The movement left her completely exposed, her pussy glistening with arousal. She could feel the cool air against her swollen lips, the wetness that had been building for the past hour finally free to drip down her inner thighs.
“Look at you,” Selvam said, his voice thick with admiration. “So wet. So ready for me.”
She felt his hand on her ass, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheek before dipping lower, brushing against her soaked pussy.
His touch sent a jolt through her body. Tara’s breath caught in her throat as his fingers traced her slick folds, exploring her wetness with deliberate strokes. Her pussy clenched around nothing, desperate for more.
“I need you,” she gasped, her voice barely recognizable to her own ears. The words tumbled out before she could stop them. “Please, I need you inside me.”
Selvam’s fingers stilled. He leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back, his lips brushing her ear. “You’re sure?”
“Yes,” she moaned, pushing back against him. “God, yes.”
Then reality crashed through her desire like ice water. She jerked upright, turning to face him with wide eyes.
“Wait,” she said, her hand flying to her stomach. “I’m ovulating.
Selvam’s brow furrowed, his expression darkening. “What?”
“Don’t stop,” he commanded, his fingers tightening in her hair. “You wanted this, didn’t you? Wanted my cock in your mouth?”
Tara moaned around his shaft, the vibration making him gasp. She couldn’t deny it... she had wanted this, had fantasized about it since seeing those photos on Summer’s phone. But she hadn’t expected this raw power, this complete dominance.
Selvam pulled back suddenly, his cock slipping from her lips with a wet pop. A strand of saliva stretched between them before breaking. He looked down at her, his eyes dark with hunger.
“Stand up,” he ordered.
Tara rose on trembling legs, her body responding to his commands as if they were her own thoughts. She stood up, heart hammering against her ribs. What was happening? This wasn’t how she’d imagined this encounter going.
Selvam’s eyes burned into her as she rose, his gaze traveling down her body with undisguised hunger. Before she could speak, he grabbed the loose end of her pallu from the floor and yanked it hard.
The fabric pulled taut, spinning her in a half-circle as the saree unwrapped from her body in one fluid motion. The ivory cotton pooled at her feet like a discarded skin, leaving her standing in just her thin petticoat, with her bare breasts jiggling with her bra open and her soaked thong.
“Turn around,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire.
Tara obeyed, her back now to him. She heard the rustle of fabric as he stepped closer, felt his warm breath on her neck. His fingers found the waistband of her petticoat, tugging it down with impatient movements. The thin silk slid over her hips, down her thighs, joining the saree on the marble floor.
The cool air raised goosebumps across her exposed skin. She stood before him in nothing but her blouse and thong, her golden skin glowing in the morning light. Her ass was completely bare, the thin string of her thong disappearing between her cheeks.
“Bend over,” Selvam ordered, his hand coming to rest on the small of her back. “Hands on the bed.”
Tara’s knees nearly buckled at the command. This wasn’t the gentle “Uncle” who had drunk so reverently from her breasts. This was someone else entirely... someone primal, dominant, who took what he wanted without asking.
She leaned forward, placing her palms on the edge of the mattress. The position pushed her ass out, the curve of her back creating a perfect arch. She could feel Selvam’s eyes on her, taking in every inch of her exposed body.
His fingers hooked into the sides of her thong, pulling it down with deliberate slowness. The thin fabric dragged across her sensitive skin, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. When it reached her knees, she stepped out of it, kicking it aside with one foot.
Now she was completely naked except for her blouse, which hung open, her breasts swaying with each breath. The cold marble bit into her knees, but she barely noticed. All her attention was focused on the man behind her, on the heat radiating from his body.
“Spread your legs,” he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous rumble.
Tara shifted her weight, widening her stance. The movement left her completely exposed, her pussy glistening with arousal. She could feel the cool air against her swollen lips, the wetness that had been building for the past hour finally free to drip down her inner thighs.
“Look at you,” Selvam said, his voice thick with admiration. “So wet. So ready for me.”
She felt his hand on her ass, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheek before dipping lower, brushing against her soaked pussy.
His touch sent a jolt through her body. Tara’s breath caught in her throat as his fingers traced her slick folds, exploring her wetness with deliberate strokes. Her pussy clenched around nothing, desperate for more.
“I need you,” she gasped, her voice barely recognizable to her own ears. The words tumbled out before she could stop them. “Please, I need you inside me.”
Selvam’s fingers stilled. He leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back, his lips brushing her ear. “You’re sure?”
“Yes,” she moaned, pushing back against him. “God, yes.”
Then reality crashed through her desire like ice water. She jerked upright, turning to face him with wide eyes.
“Wait,” she said, her hand flying to her stomach. “I’m ovulating.
Selvam’s brow furrowed, his expression darkening. “What?”
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