10-05-2026, 11:57 PM
Chapter 102 - Stuck Between Varsha and Sneha.
Gowtham stood frozen in the washroom doorway, eyes locked on Varsha’s half-naked body. She had removed her shirt completely and was standing in just her black bra, the ink stain trickling down between her heavy, full breasts. The overhead light highlighted every curve — the smooth, fair skin, the deep cleavage, the way her breasts strained against the thin fabric.
Varsha realised he was staring. She quickly covered her chest with her arms, eyes wide with panic and embarrassment.
“What are you doing? Get out!”
Before Gowtham could respond, they both heard footsteps approaching the cabin. Mr. Prakash’s voice echoed from outside.
“Gowtham? Varsha? What happened? I heard a shout.”
Gowtham’s heart nearly stopped. The boss was right outside.
Varsha reacted faster than he expected. She quickly closed the washroom door, leaving only a small gap, and whispered sharply, “Stay quiet.”
A few seconds later, she stepped out of the washroom, still adjusting her shirt, the ink stain partially wiped but visible on her collar. Mr. Prakash stood near the desk, looking concerned.
“Beta, what happened? Why did you shout? And why is your dress like this?”
Varsha looked at Gowtham for a split second. His eyes were pleading, almost desperate.
The same man who had tormented her for days was now at her mercy.
She turned back to Mr. Prakash with a calm smile. “Nothing serious, Uncle. He spilled ink on me while gesturing with his pen. I went to wash it off, and there was a cockroach in the sink. I got scared and shouted. That’s all.”
Mr. Prakash looked between them, then chuckled. “Uff, these old buildings… Be strong, beta. Don’t let small things scare you.” He patted her shoulder gently and left the cabin.
The moment the door closed, Gowtham let out a long breath of relief. He looked at Varsha, gratitude mixed with confusion in his eyes.
Varsha didn’t smile. She walked to the table, picked up her file and — most importantly — her mobile phone that had been recording everything.
Gowtham just realized, if he didn't stopped her he could have been slammed by her...
She stopped right in front of him, close enough that he could smell her faint perfume.
“If you want to fight with me, pull me down and fight directly,” she said, voice calm but sharp.
“If you play fair, I will play fair. If you play dirty… I will do it twice as dirty.”
Her boldness, her charisma, the way her body still carried the faint scent of ink and tension — Gowtham was mesmerised.
For the first time, he saw her not just as an enemy, but as a formidable, gorgeous woman.
Varsha turned and left without another word.
Suresh had already retreated into the guest bedroom by the time Gowtham reached home. Sneha opened the door for him with a tired but warm smile.
“Why is everyone late today?” she asked, closing the door behind him. “Suresh also came late. He just had dinner and said he felt sleepy, then went straight in.”
Gowtham nodded absently. For a brief moment, as he looked at Sneha, his mind involuntarily compared her to Varsha.
Both were gorgeous in their own way. Sneha had perfect assets — full, heavy breasts, a soft milky complexion, and that sensual energy that always drove him wild. But Varsha… Varsha felt like a different level. Her skin had a smoother, golden glow, she was slightly taller, with sharper features, longer legs, and a body that carried both elegance and raw sensuality. Even in her anger and helplessness earlier today, there was something magnetic about her.
How was I so blinded chasing Sneha when someone like Varsha was right there? he thought.
Sneha noticed his distant expression. “What are you dreaming about? Freshen up and come eat fast.”
During dinner, Gowtham was unusually quiet. No playful toe under the table, no lingering touches. Sneha assumed her rejection in the shower that morning had made him sulk again. She felt a small pang of guilt but pushed it aside.
After dinner, they entered the master bedroom. Sneha lay on the bed, expecting him to make a move. But Gowtham sat on the edge, still lost in his thoughts — Varsha’s raised eyebrow, her angry yet determined face, the way her breasts had looked when the ink trickled down her cleavage, her helplessness mixed with bold defiance. He was replaying every second of that washroom moment, inch by inch of her beauty.
Unaware of his mindset, Sneha felt torn between Suresh’s earlier words and Gowtham’s sudden alienating behavior.
The entire day she was battling herself about the claim Suresh made, Gowtham had actually kidnapped him? No way, he is just a clueless young fellow she thought.. if he is too cunning he would have been exposed by his behavior.. this man here is sulking for a little rejection.. how could he possibly have a courage to do those??
He must be hurt, she thought.
I know my way to fix this. She smiled to herself.
She sat up, removed her nighty in one smooth motion, and stood before him in just her black bra and panties. She moved closer, placed her hand on his bare chest, and asked softly, “Are you still angry with me?”
Gowtham snapped back to the present, his eyes meeting hers.
She smirked. “I know how to make you speak…”
Her hand slid down boldly into his briefs. She wrapped her fingers around his cock and pulled it out instantly. The sudden touch brought Gowtham fully back into the moment. His eyes darkened with renewed lust.
“Dei… I’m sorry for the morning,” she whispered, her voice husky. “It’s just… I wasn’t really in the mood.”
The lie hurt her a little, but her desire for pleasure won over.
She positioned herself between his legs and lowered her mouth onto his cock without hesitation.
Her hand slid down boldly into his briefs. She wrapped her warm fingers around his thick, semi-hard cock and pulled it out instantly. The sudden touch sent a jolt through Gowtham, snapping him fully back into the present moment. His eyes darkened with renewed, animalistic lust as his cock twitched and began to harden rapidly in her grip.
“Dei… I’m sorry for the morning,” she whispered, her voice husky and dripping with desire. “It’s just… I wasn’t really in the mood.”
The lie stung her a little, but her hunger for pleasure won over everything else. Without waiting for a reply, Sneha positioned herself between his spread legs, lowered her head, and took his cock into her warm, wet mouth.
She started slowly — teasing him. Her soft tongue licked up the entire length of his shaft in long, sensual strokes, tasting the salty skin.
![[Image: licking-the-shaft-of-his-cock-scaled.webp]](https://cdn.xgifer.com/136526/licking-the-shaft-of-his-cock-scaled.webp)
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She swirled her tongue around the swollen head, licking up the bead of precum that had already leaked out, savoring it. Gowtham groaned deeply, his hand gently resting on the back of her head, fingers threading through her hair.
Then she took him deeper. Her lips stretched wide around his thickness as she bobbed her head, sucking with wet, hungry strokes. The obscene, sloppy sounds of her mouth filled the room — wet slurps, soft gags, and her muffled moans vibrating around his cock. She looked up at him with lust-filled eyes while she sucked, her cheeks hollowing, saliva dripping down his shaft and onto his balls.
![[Image: kiss-scaled.webp]](https://cdn.xgifer.com/26508/kiss-scaled.webp)
Gowtham’s control snapped. He growled, grabbed a fistful of her hair, and pulled her off his cock with a wet pop. Strings of saliva connected her swollen lips to the glistening head.
He flipped her onto her back in one rough motion, spreading her legs wide. He removed her bra and panties in seconds, tossing them aside. Then he thrust his thick cock deep inside her soaked pussy in one powerful stroke.
Sneha cried out in pleasure as he filled her completely. He fucked her with raw intensity in missionary — hard, deep, possessive strokes that made her heavy breasts bounce wildly. Her dark nipples were stiff and begging. Gowtham leaned down, sucking and biting them greedily while pounding into her, the wet slapping sounds echoing in the room.
As he kissed her deeply, his mind flashed to Varsha — the way her lips had looked when she was unbuttoning her shirt, slightly parted, nervous yet defiant. Her lips looked softer… fuller…
![[Image: straight_003-368.gif]](https://porngifmag.com/content/2018/12/straight_003-368.gif)
The thought made him kiss Sneha harder, almost angrily.
At 12:40 AM, Sneha was already panting, “Gowtham… it’s getting late…”
But he only smirked darkly and flipped her onto all fours. He took her from behind in doggy style, gripping her wide hips tightly and slamming into her deeper than before. Her ass rippled with every brutal thrust. Sneha’s moans turned into loud, broken cries as he reached around to rub her swollen clit roughly.
By 1:10 AM, she was breathless and trembling. “Baby… please… 1 AM is already past… I need to sleep…”
Gowtham pulled out, turned her over, and made her ride him in cowgirl position. Sneha, exhausted but still burning with lust, straddled his hips and lowered herself onto his cock. She began bouncing — her heavy breasts jiggling and slapping together hypnotically with every drop. Gowtham gripped her ass hard, guiding her faster, occasionally slapping her cheeks. He sat up suddenly, sucking and biting her bouncing nipples while she rode him desperately.
As he sucked hard on her breast, his mind replaced Sneha’s face with Varsha’s — those full, heavy breasts he had glimpsed in the washroom, the way the ink had trickled between them. They looked bigger… heavier… He sucked harder on Sneha’s nipple, imagining it was Varsha’s.
Sneha collapsed against his chest, whimpering, “Gowtham… I can’t… I’m too tired…”
But Gowtham wasn’t finished. He laid her on her side, spooned her from behind, lifted her top leg high, and slid back inside her in one smooth thrust. This position allowed slow, grinding strokes that dragged his thick cock perfectly against her sensitive walls. One hand wrapped around her throat possessively while the other rubbed her clit. He kissed and bit the back of her neck, whispering filthy words as he fucked her deep and slow.
Finally, at 1:30 AM, he flipped her onto her back once more.
![[Image: making-out-scaled.webp]](https://cdn.xgifer.com/285889/making-out-scaled.webp)
He hooked her shaky legs over his broad shoulders, folding her almost in half, and drove into her with raw, animalistic force. This final missionary was the most intense — deep, punishing, relentless strokes that made her heavy breasts bounce violently. Sweat dripped from his chest onto her glistening skin. Sneha’s eyes rolled back, her voice hoarse from screaming, her pussy red, swollen, and twitching around his thick cock.
![[Image: missionary_001.gif]](https://porngipfy.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/missionary_001.gif)
As he pounded her mercilessly in missionary, staring down at her face, Gowtham’s mind replaced Sneha’s features with Varsha’s — her sharp eyes, her determined expression from the washroom, the way she had looked when she unbuttoned her shirt. She would look so fucking good under me… The fantasy made him fuck Sneha even harder, chasing his release.
“Cum with me,” he growled.
Their bodies tensed together violently. Sneha screamed his name as her final, most powerful orgasm crashed through her — her pussy spasming wildly, gushing around his cock. At the exact same moment, Gowtham buried himself to the hilt with a deep, guttural roar and exploded inside her. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her womb in powerful, endless spurts. They came together violently, bodies shaking and locked in ecstasy, her walls milking every drop from him as he filled her completely.
Gowtham collapsed beside her with a satisfied groan. Sneha lay there, completely drained of energy. Her body was limp, thighs trembling, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Thick white cum slowly leaked from her swollen, well-fucked pussy onto the sheets. She could barely move.
Gowtham pulled her into his arms, kissing her forehead.
But even as he held her, his mind drifted back to Varsha — her boldness, her body, the power she had shown today in the washroom.
He slept in tiered for a moment, 5 minutes later he heared the bathing sound from the bathroom.. he closed his eyes again.. his mind is still stuck with Varsha.
Gowtham stood frozen in the washroom doorway, eyes locked on Varsha’s half-naked body. She had removed her shirt completely and was standing in just her black bra, the ink stain trickling down between her heavy, full breasts. The overhead light highlighted every curve — the smooth, fair skin, the deep cleavage, the way her breasts strained against the thin fabric.
Varsha realised he was staring. She quickly covered her chest with her arms, eyes wide with panic and embarrassment.
“What are you doing? Get out!”
Before Gowtham could respond, they both heard footsteps approaching the cabin. Mr. Prakash’s voice echoed from outside.
“Gowtham? Varsha? What happened? I heard a shout.”
Gowtham’s heart nearly stopped. The boss was right outside.
Varsha reacted faster than he expected. She quickly closed the washroom door, leaving only a small gap, and whispered sharply, “Stay quiet.”
A few seconds later, she stepped out of the washroom, still adjusting her shirt, the ink stain partially wiped but visible on her collar. Mr. Prakash stood near the desk, looking concerned.
“Beta, what happened? Why did you shout? And why is your dress like this?”
Varsha looked at Gowtham for a split second. His eyes were pleading, almost desperate.
The same man who had tormented her for days was now at her mercy.
She turned back to Mr. Prakash with a calm smile. “Nothing serious, Uncle. He spilled ink on me while gesturing with his pen. I went to wash it off, and there was a cockroach in the sink. I got scared and shouted. That’s all.”
Mr. Prakash looked between them, then chuckled. “Uff, these old buildings… Be strong, beta. Don’t let small things scare you.” He patted her shoulder gently and left the cabin.
The moment the door closed, Gowtham let out a long breath of relief. He looked at Varsha, gratitude mixed with confusion in his eyes.
Varsha didn’t smile. She walked to the table, picked up her file and — most importantly — her mobile phone that had been recording everything.
Gowtham just realized, if he didn't stopped her he could have been slammed by her...
She stopped right in front of him, close enough that he could smell her faint perfume.
“If you want to fight with me, pull me down and fight directly,” she said, voice calm but sharp.
“If you play fair, I will play fair. If you play dirty… I will do it twice as dirty.”
Her boldness, her charisma, the way her body still carried the faint scent of ink and tension — Gowtham was mesmerised.
For the first time, he saw her not just as an enemy, but as a formidable, gorgeous woman.
Varsha turned and left without another word.
Suresh had already retreated into the guest bedroom by the time Gowtham reached home. Sneha opened the door for him with a tired but warm smile.
“Why is everyone late today?” she asked, closing the door behind him. “Suresh also came late. He just had dinner and said he felt sleepy, then went straight in.”
Gowtham nodded absently. For a brief moment, as he looked at Sneha, his mind involuntarily compared her to Varsha.
Both were gorgeous in their own way. Sneha had perfect assets — full, heavy breasts, a soft milky complexion, and that sensual energy that always drove him wild. But Varsha… Varsha felt like a different level. Her skin had a smoother, golden glow, she was slightly taller, with sharper features, longer legs, and a body that carried both elegance and raw sensuality. Even in her anger and helplessness earlier today, there was something magnetic about her.
How was I so blinded chasing Sneha when someone like Varsha was right there? he thought.
Sneha noticed his distant expression. “What are you dreaming about? Freshen up and come eat fast.”
During dinner, Gowtham was unusually quiet. No playful toe under the table, no lingering touches. Sneha assumed her rejection in the shower that morning had made him sulk again. She felt a small pang of guilt but pushed it aside.
After dinner, they entered the master bedroom. Sneha lay on the bed, expecting him to make a move. But Gowtham sat on the edge, still lost in his thoughts — Varsha’s raised eyebrow, her angry yet determined face, the way her breasts had looked when the ink trickled down her cleavage, her helplessness mixed with bold defiance. He was replaying every second of that washroom moment, inch by inch of her beauty.
Unaware of his mindset, Sneha felt torn between Suresh’s earlier words and Gowtham’s sudden alienating behavior.
The entire day she was battling herself about the claim Suresh made, Gowtham had actually kidnapped him? No way, he is just a clueless young fellow she thought.. if he is too cunning he would have been exposed by his behavior.. this man here is sulking for a little rejection.. how could he possibly have a courage to do those??
He must be hurt, she thought.
I know my way to fix this. She smiled to herself.
She sat up, removed her nighty in one smooth motion, and stood before him in just her black bra and panties. She moved closer, placed her hand on his bare chest, and asked softly, “Are you still angry with me?”
Gowtham snapped back to the present, his eyes meeting hers.
She smirked. “I know how to make you speak…”
Her hand slid down boldly into his briefs. She wrapped her fingers around his cock and pulled it out instantly. The sudden touch brought Gowtham fully back into the moment. His eyes darkened with renewed lust.
“Dei… I’m sorry for the morning,” she whispered, her voice husky. “It’s just… I wasn’t really in the mood.”
The lie hurt her a little, but her desire for pleasure won over.
She positioned herself between his legs and lowered her mouth onto his cock without hesitation.
Her hand slid down boldly into his briefs. She wrapped her warm fingers around his thick, semi-hard cock and pulled it out instantly. The sudden touch sent a jolt through Gowtham, snapping him fully back into the present moment. His eyes darkened with renewed, animalistic lust as his cock twitched and began to harden rapidly in her grip.
“Dei… I’m sorry for the morning,” she whispered, her voice husky and dripping with desire. “It’s just… I wasn’t really in the mood.”
The lie stung her a little, but her hunger for pleasure won over everything else. Without waiting for a reply, Sneha positioned herself between his spread legs, lowered her head, and took his cock into her warm, wet mouth.
She started slowly — teasing him. Her soft tongue licked up the entire length of his shaft in long, sensual strokes, tasting the salty skin.
Then she took him deeper. Her lips stretched wide around his thickness as she bobbed her head, sucking with wet, hungry strokes. The obscene, sloppy sounds of her mouth filled the room — wet slurps, soft gags, and her muffled moans vibrating around his cock. She looked up at him with lust-filled eyes while she sucked, her cheeks hollowing, saliva dripping down his shaft and onto his balls.
Gowtham’s control snapped. He growled, grabbed a fistful of her hair, and pulled her off his cock with a wet pop. Strings of saliva connected her swollen lips to the glistening head.
He flipped her onto her back in one rough motion, spreading her legs wide. He removed her bra and panties in seconds, tossing them aside. Then he thrust his thick cock deep inside her soaked pussy in one powerful stroke.
Sneha cried out in pleasure as he filled her completely. He fucked her with raw intensity in missionary — hard, deep, possessive strokes that made her heavy breasts bounce wildly. Her dark nipples were stiff and begging. Gowtham leaned down, sucking and biting them greedily while pounding into her, the wet slapping sounds echoing in the room.
As he kissed her deeply, his mind flashed to Varsha — the way her lips had looked when she was unbuttoning her shirt, slightly parted, nervous yet defiant. Her lips looked softer… fuller…
The thought made him kiss Sneha harder, almost angrily.
At 12:40 AM, Sneha was already panting, “Gowtham… it’s getting late…”
But he only smirked darkly and flipped her onto all fours. He took her from behind in doggy style, gripping her wide hips tightly and slamming into her deeper than before. Her ass rippled with every brutal thrust. Sneha’s moans turned into loud, broken cries as he reached around to rub her swollen clit roughly.
By 1:10 AM, she was breathless and trembling. “Baby… please… 1 AM is already past… I need to sleep…”
Gowtham pulled out, turned her over, and made her ride him in cowgirl position. Sneha, exhausted but still burning with lust, straddled his hips and lowered herself onto his cock. She began bouncing — her heavy breasts jiggling and slapping together hypnotically with every drop. Gowtham gripped her ass hard, guiding her faster, occasionally slapping her cheeks. He sat up suddenly, sucking and biting her bouncing nipples while she rode him desperately.
As he sucked hard on her breast, his mind replaced Sneha’s face with Varsha’s — those full, heavy breasts he had glimpsed in the washroom, the way the ink had trickled between them. They looked bigger… heavier… He sucked harder on Sneha’s nipple, imagining it was Varsha’s.
Sneha collapsed against his chest, whimpering, “Gowtham… I can’t… I’m too tired…”
But Gowtham wasn’t finished. He laid her on her side, spooned her from behind, lifted her top leg high, and slid back inside her in one smooth thrust. This position allowed slow, grinding strokes that dragged his thick cock perfectly against her sensitive walls. One hand wrapped around her throat possessively while the other rubbed her clit. He kissed and bit the back of her neck, whispering filthy words as he fucked her deep and slow.
Finally, at 1:30 AM, he flipped her onto her back once more.
He hooked her shaky legs over his broad shoulders, folding her almost in half, and drove into her with raw, animalistic force. This final missionary was the most intense — deep, punishing, relentless strokes that made her heavy breasts bounce violently. Sweat dripped from his chest onto her glistening skin. Sneha’s eyes rolled back, her voice hoarse from screaming, her pussy red, swollen, and twitching around his thick cock.
“Cum with me,” he growled.
Their bodies tensed together violently. Sneha screamed his name as her final, most powerful orgasm crashed through her — her pussy spasming wildly, gushing around his cock. At the exact same moment, Gowtham buried himself to the hilt with a deep, guttural roar and exploded inside her. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her womb in powerful, endless spurts. They came together violently, bodies shaking and locked in ecstasy, her walls milking every drop from him as he filled her completely.
Gowtham collapsed beside her with a satisfied groan. Sneha lay there, completely drained of energy. Her body was limp, thighs trembling, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Thick white cum slowly leaked from her swollen, well-fucked pussy onto the sheets. She could barely move.
Gowtham pulled her into his arms, kissing her forehead.
But even as he held her, his mind drifted back to Varsha — her boldness, her body, the power she had shown today in the washroom.
He slept in tiered for a moment, 5 minutes later he heared the bathing sound from the bathroom.. he closed his eyes again.. his mind is still stuck with Varsha.
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