Adultery Bengali landlady became my whore.

[HungryWolf123]

ch-11 camera rolling action.


I jumped straight onto the bed. Everything was perfect, just the way it should be. Without wasting a moment, I grabbed Mouni by the waist and pulled her against me. She wrapped her leg around me as I held her close, our bodies pressed together, our faces inches apart, while she was a little confused due to being blindfolded.

My one hand was on her hip while the other was on her boobs, playing around her boobs through the corselet. Through the TV, I could see Mouni was perfectly leaning on me. She was completely comfortable, so I started to make out with her.

The camera was capturing the clearing of our making out lips to lips, with us being the center of the bed. To get a better view, I moved closer to the bed where the camera was while holding Mouni on my lap. Mouni was directly facing the camera while I was against her.

Our lips were constantly eating each other out. I held her tightly, folding her boobs with the other. After heating our body, now it was time for the main dish. I had a raging hard-on ready to break Mouni. While holding her through her lips, I remove my hand from her boobs and check her vagina. It was filled with most of her cum and perfect to enjoy, but I still did not get mine wet with her mouth.

I opened my bathrobe to bring my cock for Mouni to feel. Since she was sitting on my lap, my cock went straight to her lower belly, giving her a touch. She was a little startled, but my comfort reassured her. I started to grind Mouni on my lap so her wet vagina can feel my cock, and I soothed it with the moistness of her cum. She was enjoying herself as she increased the pace of her tongue.

My hard cock was not covered on one side with her wetness. I thought of giving it to her mouth to make it slippery, but I was too hungry to wait, and in one stroke, after I held Mouni still for a few seconds, I rammed the whole of my cock inside her. Her lips were sealed with mine so she could not scream.

It was a brief moment while my cock remained still inside the walls of her vagina and we continued to make out. I can feel the twitching of her vagina through my cock. It was always as fun and enjoyable as when I fucked Mouni for the first time. Her vagina is a beast that you don't get tired of. I started to slowly hum her up and down using my hands on her waist.

For a second I take a look at the TV to see the mesmerizing image of Mouni around me, as her legs are now completely wrapped around my back, as are her hands around my neck, while she remains blindfolded. Slowly I started to increase the pace of hums as my cock was moving more figuratively. She started to moan with light voices.

Her head fell on my shoulder, resetting it as she felt the small stroke that I was giving her. I was enjoying the small joint of shock that her vagina was giving me. I had two choices that time, but which one would be more fun? I was not sure.

I went near her ears and in a soft voice asked her, "My cocksucker, how do you like me to pleasure you next, lying on the bed on top thrusting fully or holding you in the air standing still while you bound on your hips?"

She did not reply, so I stopped the hum and grabbed her head and gave her a kiss and told her, "Answer now." my lovely kitty," and kiss her again. After some hesitation, she replied in a small voice in my ear, "In standing, and then halfway, throw me into bed thrusts."

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The First Command
Hearing this, I felt like a bolt of energy passed through me. I held Mouni tighter on my chest while my cock was fully inside her walls. Using my full strength, I picked her and myself up and got off the bed. Her head was on my shoulder with her legs wrapped on my back, and I held her by the hips using my hands. carrying her straight to the front of the camera and TV.

Looking at the TV with the live feed, it felt like it was a video from some porn and we were porn stars. Mouni, with her tight corselet wrapped on my body like a snake, while I carry her as I own her. I rolled back and forth to check which view would be best, but trying every angle would be optimal, starting with sideways.

Now with a small stretch, I picked Mouni up and removed my small portion of my cock out of her vagina. She felt the withdrawal of cock as her vagina started to close. Quickly I thrust the half cock again, so she let out a soft moan. Again, I used her hip to remove my cock slightly more and give her a quick thrust so her vagina wouldn't forget. She was shivering since she was half floating. After pounding small strokes, I removed my cock and pointed the tip to her vagina's clitoris and pressed it. She let bliss out of her mouth.

I told her to bring her to the center so her face would face me. Before going all out, I teased her by bringing my lips closer to her without making contact, as below, my cock was dragging on her vagina walls.

With the full stroke of my power, using my hands and pointing my cock straight to her vagina, I pounded her fully. She let out a large moan, which echoed in the room. just like the first time. She was in ecstasy. While I wanted Mouni to enjoy her ecstasy, I was too hungry to stop. Pushing her hips up, I removed the cock and in a split second rammed again with full force inside. Her legs wrapped more tightly around me.

I started to kiss her and hold her tongue in her mouth to reduce her moan sounds as she was humming at my lap in the air with full strokes. I could feel the enjoyment she was getting, as was I. Looking at the TV, I can say it was like a paradise in which men were enjoying Angel after his death.

I watched her face on the monitor, the blindfold a stark contrast to the pleasure etched on her features. Her mouth was open, silent screams of ecstasy trapped in her throat. I could feel her nails digging into my back, a sweet pain that only fueled my own desire.

As her orgasm crashed over her, I felt a surge of triumph. I had given her what she wanted, what she needed. I slowed my pace, letting her ride out the waves of pleasure before I gave her what I had promised.

After banging her in a standing position and recording it from all 360 angles, I stopped since I was taking a toll on her and me by continuing to hold her, even while enjoying it. We were both breathing heavily and claiming each other with soft kisses on the face and lips. My cock was still fully erected inside her, splitting her inner walls apart.

Now is the time for her second request, which is to be fucked on the bed. After the heat of our bodies calmed down, I grabbed Mouni tightly and whispered in her ears, "Hope you had fun; now to take it further, let's begin the second part." She didn't respond but gave a slight smile, which was visible on TV.

I removed my cock from her vagina and with a gentle throw put her near the pillows. She smiled lightly, her breath catching in a pleased way. I moved to get a clear view of heated Mouni on the bed, blindfolded in a corselet.

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On the Bed, No Mercy
Taking a sip of rum, I was ready again to pound her in no time. I just went, which startled her a little. "This time I am going to blast with you, my mouni, so I want it as wet and slippery as possible. The only thing that can make it in the shape is yours." I didn't finish the sentence, but she knew what I wanted. Without asking, she tried to come near me.

I told her, "On your forearms." She got in doggy in an instant. I directed her mouth with my hand to my cock. which was covered with the juices of her vagina. She started to lick, lick by lick, talking my cock in her mouth and giving me a proper blowjob.

Just within minutes, she made my cock as wet and slippery as jello. Her saliva was all over my long cock as she was worshipping it with care.

Since my cock was completely covered in her saliva, it was time to play again. I stopped her from blowing me and pushed her on the bed. I went near her legs and started to kiss them and went up from there. I grabbed both of her legs and positioned my cock to her vagina. Before going all in, I pushed my cock just tip-to-tip to tease her and told her, "If you want me to push it, you have to welcome me," to which she spread it with her hands to create an opening, inviting me to hammer her.

I shifted slightly to make sure the camera could capture and then went straight to pumping her with all my strength. Mouni let out a big moan.

Her breasts, still encased in the corselet, pressed against my chest with each powerful thrust. The fabric of the garment strained against the pressure, the whalebone boning creaking softly in protest. I could feel the heat radiating from her skin, even through the layers. Her breath hitched with every impact, a series of sharp, desperate gasps that mingled with the slick sounds of our bodies joining.

"You wanted it like this, my kitty," I growled against the shell of her ear, my voice a low rumble that vibrated through her entire frame. "Tell me you're enjoying it."

A choked sob was her only reply, her fingers digging into the muscles of my shoulders as she clung to me.

I adjusted my grip, one hand sliding down to cup the curve of her ass, to hammer further inside as I continued to drive into her. The camera captured everything. We were a study in motion, a living work of art created for an audience of one, reflected back at us on the television screen.

As we were blind to the pleasure our bodies were offering to each other, I saw the most excited face of Mouni. Her being blind was making her cling more to me for comfort. We started to exchange a full mouth's saliva in between, given how turned on we got. I wanted to play with her boobs, but since they were locked under a corselet, now was the time to free them from it.

I wanted a camera to capture the moment, so I pulled out my cock and told Mouni to turn. She obeyed and got in the doggy position. This view was mesmerizing.

Her back, a smooth expanse of skin, arched gracefully, the corselet lacing up her spine like a ladder to heaven. I followed the path with my eyes, down to the swell of her hips and the inviting curve of her ass. The camera loved this angle, capturing every detail in high definition. The slight sheen of sweat on her skin, the goosebumps that rose wherever my breath touched her, the way her muscles tensed in anticipation.

I knelt behind her, my hands tracing the delicate patterns of the corselet's embroidery before finding the knot of the laces at the base of her spine. I worked at it with patient fingers, loosening the binds, my knuckles brushing against her skin with every tug. The corselet loosened, its grip on her body lessening, it's fell to the bed.

As the final knot came undone, I slowly peeled the fabric away from her skin, revealing the soft, pliant flesh beneath. Her breasts, freed from their confinement, spilled into my waiting hands. They were heavy and warm, the nipples hardened into tight points against my palms.

With my hands holding her boobs, I brought Mouni upward to my chest. Her hand wrapped around my head from the back. I moved us to the sideways for a better view. My cock was in between her ass crack, feeling around her skin.

My hands were playing on her freed breasts and nipples while I was licking her neck from behind. She was moving around my face like a fish. Held her more strongly. I grabbed her nipples, squeezing them while I licked Mouni from the back. She was living in the ecstasy of orgasms. I gave her a small hickey on the back of her neck.

Pushing my hip on back, I straighten the position of my saliva-covered cock to her ass. Without showing any mercy, I rammed straight inside her already wet vagina in a shock. As it went in, Mouni released a sweet-sounding voice rather than a shocked moan or scream. She got used to it now, as did her body.

We started in the rhythmic function of having sex. When I pushed back from her ass, she pushed herself ahead; as I came with a strong thrust, she downlifted her ass so my cock could go more smoothly. I was like a machine operating perfectly in sync. She started to bite her lips, as I saw on the TV. her expression of the child who was hungry and got the food, since I was arousing all parts of her body, from pinching her nipple to licking her neck to thrusting her vagina with my shaft.

After banging her in that position, I stopped while my cock remained fully inside. I hugged her tightly and fell on the bed. I gave a tight kiss and told her to stay on the bed as I released my hand from her boobs and got my upper half. With my other hand, I pick on one of the legs and spread it upward.

I wanted to try one leg position now. I thought she might resist it, but she was in another world right now in which pleasure had overtaken any other senses. As I lifted on with both of my hands, my cock started to loosen from my vagina due to getting stretched.

She released a melodious sound of pain and an aroused moan. still under my spell fully.

Looking at the TV, I moved in deep, steady strokes. kept up a slow, relentless motion to get used to it. I could see that she felt every measured push like a spark under her skin as she created some motion in bed.

"Push yourself down so I can reach deeper," he told her with a strong thrust. She lifted her round ass upward, and I continued to press forward with each thrust. The scene that I saw on the TV was majestic. Her breathing broke in time with each movement. I saw her joyful face with each thrust.

I wanted to give her one there and then a final orgasm in missionary, but due to this position, Mouni was draining me as I was nearly at the end.

Stooped at the fully thrust cock, I slowly lowered her leg. She lay down, and her breathing with arousal could be seen. Her vagina wall got tighter and squeezed my cock inside it. by grabbing her hip and rolling her to her back again.

After our breathing got calmer, I grabbed Mouni by the hips and wrapped them around my back. to position her to the pillow side of the bed while I was on top of her. My cock was still fully inside her. She was getting her soft enjoyment in movements.

Lowering my posture, I pushed my chest to her boobs as my hand grabbed Mouni's shoulder from behind. As our faces came in contact, she opened her mouth with her tongue out for a kiss, and I responded with care. Without wasting any time, started the assault with most joy into her cunt. Mouni wrapped her legs tighter around my waist, pulling me more into her.

Her chest was rising fast under me, each breath breaking as my hips kept pressing forward. She held my shoulder tight, her body shaking softly with each movement. Her nail dug into my back.

As we were kissing passionately, Mouni turned her face to my neck and started kissing me there with the same aggression. I increased my pace to fuck her even harder. This was probably the most tiring and heated sex we had since this week.

For some time my breath got heavy as I tried to hold myself, but the way she was holding me and her kissing on my neck was draining the last control from me. Every deep thrust was pushing me closer to the end. The final movement was close.

So was she. I could feel her legs tightening as she didn't want to lose the enjoyment. Her breathing became broken and uneven, her whole body trembling under mine. The moans that she was releasing got louder and more broken. The sensation of her getting tighter around me with every thrust was clear. She was pulling me deeper.

Then suddenly her whole body tightened around me. She dug her nails into my back and shook under my chest, her face pressing into my neck as her teeth bit my neck and gave me the mark of triumph. Her pleasure finally broke. I could feel the warm liquid released around my heated cock from her vagina. The way she squeezed me made me groan hard.

Feeling her wet walls clench around me, I gave her a few more deep thrusts before losing the last of my control. With one final hard push, I came inside her, my whole body going weak on top of her. I shoot all of the load that had built up so far in one go. with a growl of victory.

With loose energy, my body dropped over hers as both of us were breathing hard, still shaking from the end.

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Afterglow That Didn’t Last
I stayed over her for a few moments, my cock still inside her as we tried to calm our breath. Our foreheads touched while she smiled softly to me while blindfolded i she looked like angel. I gave her a soft kiss.

I let my weight rest on her just long enough for our heartbeats to start syncing again—wild, erratic drums slowly finding the same tempo. “You still with me, kitty?” I murmured, voice gravel-rough from all the growling and gasping.

Mouni answered with a small, shattered laugh that turned into a sigh when I flexed inside her on purpose. Her inner muscles answered instantly, a greedy little squeeze that made me hiss through my teeth.

I stayed buried inside her, softening slowly while our heartbeats steadied. After a few long minutes, I gently rolled us so she was half-dbangd over me—her cheek against my chest, one leg thrown across my thigh, and her arm curled around my waist. Her freed breasts pressed warm and soft against my side.

I stroked her hair in slow circles, feeling her body melt heavier into mine with each exhale. She came closer and rested her head on my collarbone. Neither of us spoke; I let my hand drift down her back, tracing lazy lines along her spine, giving her time to calm down fully. She sighed contentedly, her body loose and trusting in my arms.

For about almost 20 minutes and almost half asleep of quiet holding, I felt myself stirring again inside her. I didn't want to end it just yet. given I would be able to get a chance to record again.

As I was playing with her hair, with gentleness I poked her to bring consciousness back and told her in a lover's voice, "Hope I didn't break your insides." She didn't reply. After a minute or two now, with a low but commanding tone, "The night is not over, my lovely Mouni; there is still a lot of play left to play and fun to be had."

She gave a glance at me with no expression but later gave a satisfied smile, which gave her submission. I told her, "Hold me, kitty. with your gentle palms. Show me how much you appreciate this cock that just wrecked you."

Her small hand slid down between us without hesitation. Blindfolded, yet her fingers wrapped gently around my semi-limp cock and began slow, reverent strokes. She explored every inch like it was new: thumb circling the head, palm gliding along the shaft, cupping my balls with feather-light care. all while her head rested on me. I was enjoying the scenery that was created on the large TV.

I guided her with quiet commands: “Slower… tighter at the base… use your fingertips on the underside… good girl, just like that.”

While she worked me back to full hardness, I reached for the half-empty rum glass on the nightstand. I popped a Viagra pill from the table and dropped it into the amber liquid. While the pill was not completely dissolved, I lifted her chin with two fingers while holding the rum. “Open your mouth.”

She parted her lips instantly. I took a slow sip of the spiked rum, then leaned down and kissed her deeply—letting the warm liquor trickle from my tongue to hers. She swallowed greedily, moaning softly into my mouth as the alcohol and the growing heat between us mixed. I fed her another sip the same way, then another, each kiss deeper, dirtier, until the glass was empty and only the pill was left to swallow, which I did.

We were enjoying the bliss of the moment as Mouni was bringing my manhood from life from a semi-dead state. It was quite a scene indeed.

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Bound, Teased, and Taken Again
Some time had passed since we were in a blissful state. The Viagra had not completely taken over, but I can feel it's starting to take effect. Now was the next scene in our wholesome video. Without moving much, I went near Mouni, who was still playing with my cock, and told her, "Now it's time for some more fun."

Taking a breath, I directed her, “Time to clean you up, baby. Lie on the other side of the bed. Spread your arms and legs wide for me.”

At first she looked confused but in a second obeyed, scooting across the sheets until she was centered on the far half. I got up and took a cloth from the drawer. As gently as possible, I started gently wiping between her thighs—cleaning our combined mess. She squirmed and tried to close her legs playfully.

“No,” I said firmly, pinning one thigh open with my knee. “Stay spread.”

With half-protesting, but relaxed when I kissed her inner thigh, she gave out a giggly laugh. I looked at the TV and saw the parts that looked more like kissing the parts after cleaning them. It still had the smell of cum. She was as relaxed as a sleeping baby.

I got out of bed and found the corselet and removed the laces from it. The bed had a headboard on both sides, one that Mouni could reach when stretching. With laces in my hand, I went to the headboard where Mouni was below me. I went below and grabbed Mouni's hand. She was a little shocked and tried to stop me, but I silenced her protests with a tender kiss from above, holding her close until her breathing steadied and she melted against me.

using laces, looping them around her wrists, and tying them loosely to the headboard posts. Not tight enough to hurt, just enough to hold her open and displayed perfectly for the camera and the big TV mirror.

She tugged once, testing, then settled with a soft whimper—exposed, blindfolded, and completely at my mercy.

I got on the bed near Mouni. I got between her legs and set there. I neared her vagina and gave a kiss to her vulva, which shook her with a giggle. "Who does this pussy belong to?" I ask her with a strong voice. She didn't reply, so I gave a small bite to her clitoris. She got a shock of orgasm. with a loud response, "You! It belongs to you!"

"Good girl."

With hard breaths, her breasts rose and fell, nipples already tight from the cool air. Her pussy was flushed pink, lips swollen and parted slightly from earlier fuck, and a thin trail of our mixed cum was still leaking slowly onto the sheets.

I pressed one palm flat on her lower belly, holding her down gently but firmly so she couldn’t chase. “Stay still, kitty,” I murmured. “You don’t get to decide when you get touched," she responded with a smile.

I leaned in close enough that she could feel my breath on her clit, but my tongue stayed away. Instead I blew a long, cool stream of air directly over her exposed nub—once, twice, three times. puff made her gasp sharper, her inner thighs trembling violently. On the TV I could see her boobs get uplifted each time as she was bound, unable to get up.

Then the lightest contact: the very tip of my middle finger tracing the outer lips of her pussy in a perfect oval—clockwise, then counter-clockwise—never dipping inside, never brushing her clit. I was teasing her until we got ready again.

“Good girl,” I praised low. “Look how wet you’re getting just from being teased. You’re dripping down your ass now—such a needy little cunt.”

I dipped two fingers shallowly—just the first knuckles—into her entrance, curling them upward to press against that spongy front wall, but only for a heartbeat before withdrawing completely. She whimpered, a broken “please…” slipping out. I paid no heed to it.

After teasing her for a while, “Tell me what you want,” I commanded softly, lips brushing her inner thigh. “Use your words, or I stop completely.”

Her voice cracked. “Please… your tongue… on my clit… please make me come…”

I rewarded her honesty with one long, firm lick—flat and slow—from entrance to clit—then immediately stopped, letting the sudden wet heat fade back to cool air. She sobbed once, hips bucking hard against nothing. my cock was rubbing on her outer vagina slowly and steadily.

On the TV her face was a masterpiece—mouth open in silent pleas, blindfold in dark, tears of frustration gathering at the corners of her eyes, every muscle straining toward the orgasm I kept denying.

I edged her slowly, bringing her close, then pulling away, whispering filthy praise the whole time until she was trembling and begging in broken whispers. When she was shaking uncontrollably, voice hoarse from begging, thighs quivering, and pussy clenching rhythmically on air, I finally leaned in close and whispered against her ear:

"Do you really want my. If so, say, "I want you to fill your kitty up again with pleasure," then open your mouth and bring your tongue like a pet."

Without thinking for a sec, she said the exact words loudly and brought her tongue out as ordered. I was already in hard-core ragging again, ready to blow Mouni's mind.

I move to the next phase—releasing her ankles so I can flip her for doggy, cock throbbing hard again from watching her unravel.

She let out a gasp. Holding her by both of her hips, I flipped her in a quick action. Her tight boobs pressed on the bed. “On your knees,” I said, low and steady. “Ass up.” A soft smack landed against her, more teasing than punishment, and she answered with a breathy little sound that made the corner of my mouth lift.

Following my command, she pushed her hips high—face down, blindfold still in place, wrists stretched toward the headboard. The view on the TV was obscene: her back arched, ass presented, and pussy glistening and swollen from the night.

I bent down, bound her, and held her hands and gave her a kiss on the lips. Using the one lace, I tied both of her hands to each other. Once they were secured, I drew her joined hands forward and fastened the lace to the headboard, leaving her arms stretched out in front of her.

Then I moved behind her, guiding her legs farther apart with a firm touch to the backs of her thighs. She turned her head slightly against the sheets as her boobs, and when I caught the curve of her mouth, it wasn’t fear I saw.

It was a wicked little smile. The kind that said she loved every second of this.

I knelt behind her, taking a moment to admire the way she was posed for me—wrists bound, hips lifted, every inch of her body tense with anticipation. Then I reached forward and slid my hand into her hair, gathering a fistful at the crown before tightening my grip just enough to make her gasp. I drew her head back, exposing the graceful line of her throat.

Without teasing anymore, in one smooth thrust, I buried myself deep again. She cried out—sweet and needy.

fucked her hard and steady in doggy, pulling her hair to control the rhythm, the other hand gripping her hip, spanking her ass lightly between thrusts. Each time I bottomed out, she moaned louder, pushing back to meet me despite the restraints.

The camera caught every slap of skin, every ripple of her body, and every time her mouth fell open in silent ecstasy on the screen.

We rode that edge together until she was shaking, close again, but I slowed just enough to keep us both hanging—prolonging the heat. Due to Mouni being already teased so much, she couldn't hold any longer and released another cum with a loud orgasm.

I stopped and let her enjoy her moment, while my cock was still buried inside her, as I saw on the TV.

With her cum-covered cock inside, I was on the edge of finishing it as well. After Mouni's breath came back to normal, I went forward and released the lace that bound her to bed. Now her hand was tied but free to move upwards.

Before she could fully settle, I slid one arm around her waist, the other catching her tied hands and drawing them back with me. In one smooth motion, I lifted her up from the mattress by holding her boobs. She let out a shaky breath, her legs trembling as my cock was still inside her, completely supported by my grip and the strength of my body behind hers.

I adjusted her just enough so the angle was perfect—her upper body open, chest rising and falling, and head tilted back as it came to rest against my shoulder.

From where I stood, I could see everything I wanted in the TV: my body looming behind hers, dark and possessive, while her face and body were clear with shiny nakedness as big boobs covered in sweat. Her body melted back into mine.

With a slow thrust and good pace, I started to ram her. As her pussy was filled already, some of the cum leaked in between. I saw her face while I was molesting her boobs as she tightened her body; she was still not tired. I increased the pace of thrust.

With slipperiness, it was just a matter of time that my hardened cock, with each tight thrust into her, could not hold longer and shot out the buildup to mix with her cum.

This time I gave her a hickey on her neck as I unloaded my cum inside her.

She was holding onto me so tightly that when we finally gave in to the exhaustion, we collapsed together onto the bed in a tangled, breathless heap. She landed half across my lap, her body still trembling from everything we’d just put each other through.

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Bound, Teased, and Taken Again
The only sound in the room was our breathing—ragged at first, uneven, both of us trying to come back down from the high. Her boobs rose and fell in quick little pulls, every inhale shaky, every exhale warm against the quiet. I could feel the weight of her settling more fully onto me, the tension slowly leaving her muscles as the rush faded into that heavy, delicious kind of weakness.

My hands slid over her waist, holding her there, steadying her as she melted against me. I leaned more on the back with my head touching the back wall. She tipped her head back onto my shoulder. Her body was on top with legs spread, and my cock was still buried.

I leaned my head; she shivered against me, one small smile pulling at her lips as she reached back as much as she could, searching for me.

I caught her mouth from behind in an awkward, hungry little kiss that made us both laugh softly into it.

Then I kissed her again, deeper this time, slower. Still catching her breath between kisses, still trembling just enough to make me want to hold her tighter.

“Easy,” I murmured against her lips, my voice rough and low. “Breathe.”

She let out a weak, breathy laugh, then relaxed fully into me, her head resting back on my shoulder again while I pressed another kiss to the corner of her mouth. I couldn't believe she still had energy.

I grabbed the cloth and put it below where my cock was inside of her vagina so the fluid would drip onto the cloth and not on the sheet as I loosened up and more cum came out.

We stayed like that for a while—her dbangd over me, my arms around her, both of us flushed and spent, letting the silence and the aftershocks wash through us together. The view was clear on the TV.

Mouni had a satisfied smile with each breath she was talking. I was just enjoying the warm touch of our bodies conjoined together.

Some time had passed. cock had slipped out of her vagina while semi-erect. Her vagina was still in contact with the cock's surface.

The mixed cum dripped from my vagina to my cock to the cloth below. I picked the cloth for a smell for both of us. It was filled with the odour of cum and sweat of both of us.

She took a smell and gave a lick. I whispered in Mouni's ear, "It's our work. "Don't fall yet; there is still a little," in a broken breath, "more pleasure left for you." She didn't move, but a little voice came out: "Always, I will always be ready for you." I hugged tighter.

“Turn around,” I whispered. “Let me see you.”

She shifted slowly, still pressed close, one knee moving to either side of me as she rose just enough to hover above. Her hair fell over her shoulders as she straightened, her hands bracing against my chest for balance.

Then, with deliberate slowness, she settled over me. I held her hips, thumbs pressing lightly into her skin, guiding her rhythm as she began to move. She got in the cowgirl position as I guided her.

"Perfect now," before kissing her passionately.

My semi-cock was below her vagina and started to get hard again. I broke the kiss and held her by the hands. "Straddle me, kitty. Take it slow. Ride me until we both drift off."

She settled over me carefully, blindfold still dark across her eyes. I guided my cock back inside her—slow, deep, no rush. She sank down inch by inch until we were locked together again, her hands braced on my chest.

No hard pounding now. Just lazy, rolling grinds—her hips circling, rocking forward and back in tiny waves. We got into rhythm in seconds.

I held her waist loosely, letting her set the pace while my hands roamed her breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples in slow circles. We kissed endlessly: soft, open-mouthed, and lazy with sweet tongues.

Looking at the TV, Mouni was bouncing on me like a baby in a jumping house. enjoying every thrust with little moans. but it was only her back that was getting captured. It would be a loss if not; I can't record her sexy expression and front puppies, which were bouncing while I was playing with nipples.

I can't leave them behind, so with all the energy left in me, with a quick shift, I hold on to Mouni and get off the bed. She wrapped around like earlier. I gave her a kiss and told her, "Just a sec, hold on, we are almost done."

After which I went and grabbed the camera in one hand while holding the money. I pointed the camera at both of us and gave Mouni a tight kiss. than pointed at her and looked at the TV. It was like POV porn. We got back to the bed in the same position.

I set up the camera at the top of the bedboard for a better view while adjusting it using the TV. The angle was perfect. Mouni was on top of me. My cock inside her was visible with our whole body there to display on TV.

Leaned back with my head on the pillows now, I held her face, gave her a kiss, and told her, "Continue the ride to the end, my kitty." This one will be final, so enjoy it to the fullest." Without a wait, she started to ride me as she bit her lips.

Using her hips, she was fully thrusting my cock deep inside her with full joy, told by her louder and louder moans.

She came first—quietly, a long rolling shiver that made her walls flutter around me. I followed a minute later, spilling inside her with a low groan, hips lifting just enough to bury deeper as I emptied.

We didn’t separate. She collapsed forward onto my chest, legs still straddling mine, my softening cock nestled warm inside her. I pulled the sheet over us, wrapped my arms around her tight, one hand resting possessively on the small of her back.

Her breathing evened out into sleep against my neck, blindfold still in place. I finally remove the blindfold. Throughout the night she not even once tried to remove it.

The smell of the room was filled with the odor of our sweat, our release, and the heavy warmth of sex. The sheets were twisted, the air warm, and every corner carried the scent of our bodies.

I watched her for a while in the dim light—peaceful, marked, mine—then let my own eyes close, holding her close as the night finally ended.