23-05-2026, 04:56 PM
“Uncle,” she whispered, her voice breaking on the word.
He moved to her right breast, giving it the same attention... sucking, licking, nibbling with his teeth until she was writhing beneath him. His hands continued their exploration, one moving down to the dark curls between her thighs.
He found her wet, so wet, her arousal coating his fingers as he circled her entrance. He slid one finger inside her, feeling the tightness of her freshly broken pussy. The sensation made his cock throb, the head swelling with renewed hunger.
“Please,” Yazhini gasped, her hips lifting toward his hand. “Please, uncle.”
Selvam added a second finger, stretching her slowly, preparing her for what was to come. He scissored his fingers inside her, feeling the walls of her pussy grip him with each movement.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “And you’re going to take every inch of me.”
He positioned himself between her spread thighs, the head of his cock nudging against her entrance. The sight of her... bound to the bed, completely at his mercy, her golden skin flushed with need... made his balls draw up tight against his body.
He pushed forward in one smooth thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Yazhini cried out, her body arching off the bed, her inner walls clenching around his cock. The feeling was exquisite... hot and tight and completely his.
Selvam began to move, his hips snapping forward with brutal force. The rhythm was relentless, each thrust driving deeper than the last. The teak bed remained perfectly still beneath them, absorbing every impact without a sound.
Yazhini’s voice rose with each thrust, her cries bouncing off the bare walls of the bedroom. She was completely lost in sensation, her mind emptied of everything except the feel of him inside her, the pressure building low in her belly.
“Uncle,” she gasped, her voice high and desperate. “It feels so good. So good.”
Selvam increased his pace, his cock driving into her with a force that made her scream. His hands gripped her hips, holding her steady as he pounded into her. The position allowed him to go deeper than before, his cock hitting spots that made her vision blur.
“Who do you belong to?” he growled, his voice rough with possession.
Yazhini’s eyes met his, glassy with pleasure but clear in their answer. “You,” she whispered. “I belong to you, uncle.”
The words sent a fresh wave of heat through Selvam’s body. His hips moved faster, harder, his cock driving into her with a force that made the bed frame creak despite its sturdiness.
“Say it again,” he demanded, his voice dropping to a lower register.
“I belong to you,” Yazhini repeated, louder this time. “Only you.
Selvam’s hand came down on her ass with a sharp crack. The sound echoed in the quiet room, followed by Yazhini’s sharp gasp. Her skin reddened beneath his palm, the mark visible in the moonlight.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice thick with approval. “Taking me so well.”
He shifted his angle slightly, his cock driving against her front wall with each thrust. The new position hit something inside her that made her cry out, her body tensing beneath him.
“There,” she gasped, her voice breaking. “Right there, uncle.”
Selvam focused his thrusts on that spot, his cock hitting it with precision. Yazhini’s inner muscles began to clench around him, her body trembling with approaching release.
“I’m close,” she whispered, her voice small and desperate. “So close.”
Selvam reached between them, his fingers finding her clit. He circled the sensitive bundle of nerves with practiced skill, adding pressure with each thrust of his cock. The dual stimulation was too much for Yazhini to handle.
Her body went rigid beneath him, a sharp cry tearing from her throat. Her inner walls clenched around his cock, pulsing with each wave of pleasure that crashed through her. Selvam held her through it, his hips still moving, his fingers still circling, drawing out her orgasm until she was sobbing with the intensity of it.
When the last wave passed, Yazhini went limp against the sheets, her chest heaving with each breath. Selvam didn’t stop. He continued to thrust into her, his pace never faltering, his cock still hard and hungry inside her.
“You’re not done yet,” he said, his voice rough with need. “We’ve only just begun.”
Yazhini’s eyes widened, a mixture of exhaustion and anticipation crossing her face. “Uncle,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “I don’t know if I can... “
“You can,” he said firmly. “And you will.”
He pulled out slowly, his cock sliding free with a wet sound. Yazhini whimpered at the loss of contact, her hips lifting toward him instinctively.
Selvam moved to the foot of the bed, his hands finding her bound ankles. He untied the scarves with quick movements, freeing her legs. Yazhini’s feet dropped to the mattress, her legs falling open in invitation.
“Turn over,” he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.
Yazhini obeyed, rolling onto her stomach with some difficulty due to her bound wrists. Selvam helped position her, his hands on her hips, lifting her ass into the air. The sight of her... golden skin flushed with pleasure, her pussy glistening with their combined wetness... made his cock throb with renewed hunger.
He positioned himself behind her, the head of his cock nudging against her entrance. “This is going to be deep,” he warned , his voice rough with need.
He pushed forward, his cock sliding into her with a wet sound that echoed in the quiet room. The angle was different now... deeper, more intense, his cock hitting spots that made her cry out into the mattress. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he began to thrust.
But something in him shifted. The position felt wrong suddenly. He wanted to see her face. Wanted to look into her eyes while he was inside her. The doggy style had been about control, about taking her hard and deep, but now he needed something else. Something more intimate.
He pulled out slowly, his cock slipping free with a wet sound. Yazhini whimpered at the loss, her hips pushing back instinctively, trying to follow him.
“Turn over,” he said, his voice softer now.
She obeyed, rolling onto her back with some difficulty, her wrists still bound above her head. The scarves held firm, the crimson silk bright against her golden skin. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, her small breasts flushed and marked from his mouth.
Selvam moved to the head of the bed. His fingers found the knots at her wrists, working them loose with careful movements. The silk came away, revealing the faint red marks where the fabric had pressed into her skin. He rubbed her wrists gently, his thumbs tracing circles over the tender flesh.
“Better?” he asked.
Yazhini nodded, flexing her fingers, her arms coming down to rest at her sides. “Yes, uncle,” she whispered. “Thank you.”
Selvam positioned himself between her thighs, his weight balanced on his forearms. The new position brought their faces close together, his eyes level with hers. He could see everything now... the flecks of gold in her brown irises, the tear tracks still visible on her cheeks, the way her lower lip trembled slightly.
He guided his cock to her entrance, the head nudging against her slick folds. He pushed forward slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. The intimacy of the position... face to face, his body covering hers, his eyes locked on hers... was overwhelming.
“Yazhini,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Look at me.”
Her eyes met his, wide and trusting and completely open. He sank deeper, feeling her body stretch to accommodate him, feeling the warm, tight grip of her around his cock.
He was fully seated inside her now, his hips pressed against hers, their bodies joined completely. The moonlight poured through the terrace doors, painting their faces in shades of silver and shadow. He could see every detail of her expression... the way her brows drew together with the fullness, the way her lips parted on a silent gasp, the way her eyes never left his.
Selvam’s hand came up to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing across her lower lip. The question had been forming in his mind since the moment he’d entered her, since the barrier of her hymen had given way beneath his cock. It sat in his throat now, heavy and dangerous, the kind of question that changed everything.
“Yazhini,” he said, his voice rough with something that wasn’t just desire. “Do you know how babies are made, kanna?”
He moved to her right breast, giving it the same attention... sucking, licking, nibbling with his teeth until she was writhing beneath him. His hands continued their exploration, one moving down to the dark curls between her thighs.
He found her wet, so wet, her arousal coating his fingers as he circled her entrance. He slid one finger inside her, feeling the tightness of her freshly broken pussy. The sensation made his cock throb, the head swelling with renewed hunger.
“Please,” Yazhini gasped, her hips lifting toward his hand. “Please, uncle.”
Selvam added a second finger, stretching her slowly, preparing her for what was to come. He scissored his fingers inside her, feeling the walls of her pussy grip him with each movement.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “And you’re going to take every inch of me.”
He positioned himself between her spread thighs, the head of his cock nudging against her entrance. The sight of her... bound to the bed, completely at his mercy, her golden skin flushed with need... made his balls draw up tight against his body.
He pushed forward in one smooth thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Yazhini cried out, her body arching off the bed, her inner walls clenching around his cock. The feeling was exquisite... hot and tight and completely his.
Selvam began to move, his hips snapping forward with brutal force. The rhythm was relentless, each thrust driving deeper than the last. The teak bed remained perfectly still beneath them, absorbing every impact without a sound.
Yazhini’s voice rose with each thrust, her cries bouncing off the bare walls of the bedroom. She was completely lost in sensation, her mind emptied of everything except the feel of him inside her, the pressure building low in her belly.
“Uncle,” she gasped, her voice high and desperate. “It feels so good. So good.”
Selvam increased his pace, his cock driving into her with a force that made her scream. His hands gripped her hips, holding her steady as he pounded into her. The position allowed him to go deeper than before, his cock hitting spots that made her vision blur.
“Who do you belong to?” he growled, his voice rough with possession.
Yazhini’s eyes met his, glassy with pleasure but clear in their answer. “You,” she whispered. “I belong to you, uncle.”
The words sent a fresh wave of heat through Selvam’s body. His hips moved faster, harder, his cock driving into her with a force that made the bed frame creak despite its sturdiness.
“Say it again,” he demanded, his voice dropping to a lower register.
“I belong to you,” Yazhini repeated, louder this time. “Only you.
Selvam’s hand came down on her ass with a sharp crack. The sound echoed in the quiet room, followed by Yazhini’s sharp gasp. Her skin reddened beneath his palm, the mark visible in the moonlight.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice thick with approval. “Taking me so well.”
He shifted his angle slightly, his cock driving against her front wall with each thrust. The new position hit something inside her that made her cry out, her body tensing beneath him.
“There,” she gasped, her voice breaking. “Right there, uncle.”
Selvam focused his thrusts on that spot, his cock hitting it with precision. Yazhini’s inner muscles began to clench around him, her body trembling with approaching release.
“I’m close,” she whispered, her voice small and desperate. “So close.”
Selvam reached between them, his fingers finding her clit. He circled the sensitive bundle of nerves with practiced skill, adding pressure with each thrust of his cock. The dual stimulation was too much for Yazhini to handle.
Her body went rigid beneath him, a sharp cry tearing from her throat. Her inner walls clenched around his cock, pulsing with each wave of pleasure that crashed through her. Selvam held her through it, his hips still moving, his fingers still circling, drawing out her orgasm until she was sobbing with the intensity of it.
When the last wave passed, Yazhini went limp against the sheets, her chest heaving with each breath. Selvam didn’t stop. He continued to thrust into her, his pace never faltering, his cock still hard and hungry inside her.
“You’re not done yet,” he said, his voice rough with need. “We’ve only just begun.”
Yazhini’s eyes widened, a mixture of exhaustion and anticipation crossing her face. “Uncle,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “I don’t know if I can... “
“You can,” he said firmly. “And you will.”
He pulled out slowly, his cock sliding free with a wet sound. Yazhini whimpered at the loss of contact, her hips lifting toward him instinctively.
Selvam moved to the foot of the bed, his hands finding her bound ankles. He untied the scarves with quick movements, freeing her legs. Yazhini’s feet dropped to the mattress, her legs falling open in invitation.
“Turn over,” he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.
Yazhini obeyed, rolling onto her stomach with some difficulty due to her bound wrists. Selvam helped position her, his hands on her hips, lifting her ass into the air. The sight of her... golden skin flushed with pleasure, her pussy glistening with their combined wetness... made his cock throb with renewed hunger.
He positioned himself behind her, the head of his cock nudging against her entrance. “This is going to be deep,” he warned , his voice rough with need.
He pushed forward, his cock sliding into her with a wet sound that echoed in the quiet room. The angle was different now... deeper, more intense, his cock hitting spots that made her cry out into the mattress. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he began to thrust.
But something in him shifted. The position felt wrong suddenly. He wanted to see her face. Wanted to look into her eyes while he was inside her. The doggy style had been about control, about taking her hard and deep, but now he needed something else. Something more intimate.
He pulled out slowly, his cock slipping free with a wet sound. Yazhini whimpered at the loss, her hips pushing back instinctively, trying to follow him.
“Turn over,” he said, his voice softer now.
She obeyed, rolling onto her back with some difficulty, her wrists still bound above her head. The scarves held firm, the crimson silk bright against her golden skin. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, her small breasts flushed and marked from his mouth.
Selvam moved to the head of the bed. His fingers found the knots at her wrists, working them loose with careful movements. The silk came away, revealing the faint red marks where the fabric had pressed into her skin. He rubbed her wrists gently, his thumbs tracing circles over the tender flesh.
“Better?” he asked.
Yazhini nodded, flexing her fingers, her arms coming down to rest at her sides. “Yes, uncle,” she whispered. “Thank you.”
Selvam positioned himself between her thighs, his weight balanced on his forearms. The new position brought their faces close together, his eyes level with hers. He could see everything now... the flecks of gold in her brown irises, the tear tracks still visible on her cheeks, the way her lower lip trembled slightly.
He guided his cock to her entrance, the head nudging against her slick folds. He pushed forward slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. The intimacy of the position... face to face, his body covering hers, his eyes locked on hers... was overwhelming.
“Yazhini,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Look at me.”
Her eyes met his, wide and trusting and completely open. He sank deeper, feeling her body stretch to accommodate him, feeling the warm, tight grip of her around his cock.
He was fully seated inside her now, his hips pressed against hers, their bodies joined completely. The moonlight poured through the terrace doors, painting their faces in shades of silver and shadow. He could see every detail of her expression... the way her brows drew together with the fullness, the way her lips parted on a silent gasp, the way her eyes never left his.
Selvam’s hand came up to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing across her lower lip. The question had been forming in his mind since the moment he’d entered her, since the barrier of her hymen had given way beneath his cock. It sat in his throat now, heavy and dangerous, the kind of question that changed everything.
“Yazhini,” he said, his voice rough with something that wasn’t just desire. “Do you know how babies are made, kanna?”
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