17-06-2026, 05:18 AM
(This post was last modified: 17-06-2026, 05:22 AM by Hakari77. Edited 2 times in total. Edited 2 times in total.)
Dev kept his thick middle finger buried deep inside Padma’s pussy for a long moment, letting her feel every inch of it stretching her. Her inner walls were gripping him tightly, hot and slick with her growing wetness. Under the bedsheet, hidden from the single camera, he began to move.
Slowly, he pulled his finger back until only the tip remained inside her entrance. He could feel how her pussy tried to hold onto him, the soft, wet folds clinging. Then he pushed forward again, sinking the full length of his thick finger back into her in one deliberate stroke. The movement was unhurried, letting her feel every ridge and knuckle as it dragged along her sensitive inner walls.
Padma’s breath hitched. A shaky moan escaped her lips. Her thighs, still pressed together around his wrist, trembled. Dev’s mouth stayed latched onto her exposed left breast, sucking steadily. Warm milk continued to flow into his mouth with every pull of his lips. He swallowed it with obvious pleasure, his tongue flicking over her stiff nipple between sucks.
He repeated the motion — slow withdrawal, then a deep, steady thrust back in. Each time he pushed forward, he curled his finger slightly upward, pressing against the soft, spongy spot inside her. On the next slow thrust, he added a gentle twisting motion, rotating his wrist so his finger rubbed along different parts of her tight channel.
Kumar’s voice came from beside the bed, calm but encouraging. “That’s it, Padma… your expressions are looking much more natural now. Keep going. Dev, nice and steady.”
Dev obeyed the direction on the surface while doing exactly what he wanted underneath the sheet. He began a slow, rhythmic fingerfucking — pulling almost all the way out until her entrance fluttered around his fingertip, then sinking back in deep. Each thrust was measured and deliberate. He could feel her pussy growing wetter with every stroke, her juices coating his finger and starting to drip down toward his palm.
Padma’s hands gripped the bedsheet on either side of her body. Her hips gave a small, involuntary twitch upward to meet his finger on the next thrust. She hated how good it felt. The thick digit moving inside her was stretching her in a way that made her clit throb. Dev’s thumb brushed against her swollen clit on the next outward pull, pressing lightly before sliding back in.
He kept sucking her breast, drinking more of her milk. A thin trail of it escaped the corner of his mouth and ran down the curve of her breast. His right hand never stopped moving between her legs. He varied the rhythm slightly — three slow, deep thrusts, then two shallower ones that focused on rubbing her front wall, then another long, deep push that buried his finger to the last knuckle.
Padma’s moans were getting harder to control. Every time his curled finger dragged over that sensitive spot inside her, a fresh wave of wetness coated him. Her pussy was making soft, wet sounds with each slow thrust, sounds that only Dev and the cameraman could faintly hear beneath the rustle of the bedsheet.
Dev finally added his index finger alongside the middle one. He pushed both thick digits into her together, stretching her pussy wider. Padma’s back arched off the bed. A louder, broken moan tore from her throat. Her thighs clamped tighter around his hand for a second before relaxing again.
He began fucking her with two fingers now — still slow, still deep. He scissored them gently inside her on every inward thrust, spreading her walls apart before pulling back. His thumb returned to her clit, rubbing slow circles in time with the movement of his fingers. The combination made her entire body tense and tremble.
Kumar kept speaking, his voice steady. “Excellent work, both of you. Padma, those sounds you’re making are perfect. Don’t hold back. Dev, keep the rhythm consistent — the camera loves how natural this looks.”
Dev’s fingers were now coated in her slick juices. Every slow thrust made a quiet, wet sound. He curled both fingers upward again, pressing firmly against her g-spot while his thumb continued its steady circles on her clit. Milk kept flowing from her exposed nipple into his hungry mouth. He switched to her right breast for a moment, sucking that nipple into his mouth as well and drawing more milk from her.
Padma’s mind was spinning. The pleasure was building too fast, too intensely. Her body was responding to every slow movement of Dev’s fingers inside her, every pull of his lips on her sensitive nipples. She could feel her orgasm approaching — the tight, fluttering sensation deep in her pussy, the way her walls were starting to clench rhythmically around his fingers.
Dev felt it too. He slowed his movements even more, drawing the pleasure out. He pulled his fingers almost completely out, letting her feel the emptiness for a heartbeat, then pushed both thick digits back in to the hilt in one long, smooth stroke. At the same time, he sucked hard on her nipple and pressed his thumb firmly against her clit.
Padma’s moan turned into a soft, desperate cry. Her pussy clamped down hard around his fingers, gripping them tightly as her body hovered right on the edge. Her hips were moving now in small, helpless circles, chasing the sensation. Under the bedsheet, hidden from the camera, Dev’s fingers kept working her slowly and deeply, refusing to let her come just yet.
He wanted to feel every single flutter and clench. He wanted to draw this out as long as possible while the camera kept rolling and Kumar kept encouraging her “natural expressions.”
Padma’s breathing had turned ragged. Her hands were fisted in the bedsheet. Her exposed breasts rose and fell with every shaky breath, milk still glistening on her skin where Dev had sucked. His two thick fingers remained buried deep inside her soaked pussy, moving in that same torturously slow rhythm — out almost to the tips, then a long, deliberate thrust back in that made her entire body shudder.
She was right there, teetering on the edge, when Dev suddenly stopped moving his fingers completely. He kept them fully inside her, just holding them still, letting her feel how full she was while his thumb gave one last, slow circle around her throbbing clit.
Kumar’s voice came again, low and satisfied. “Hold that expression, Padma… perfect. Dev, stay right there for a moment.”
Dev’s mouth left her breast. He looked down at her flushed face, his fingers still buried to the knuckles inside her clenching pussy. A slow, knowing smirk touched his lips as he felt her walls fluttering desperately around him, right on the verge of orgasm but denied at the last second.
The camera kept rolling.
Slowly, he pulled his finger back until only the tip remained inside her entrance. He could feel how her pussy tried to hold onto him, the soft, wet folds clinging. Then he pushed forward again, sinking the full length of his thick finger back into her in one deliberate stroke. The movement was unhurried, letting her feel every ridge and knuckle as it dragged along her sensitive inner walls.
Padma’s breath hitched. A shaky moan escaped her lips. Her thighs, still pressed together around his wrist, trembled. Dev’s mouth stayed latched onto her exposed left breast, sucking steadily. Warm milk continued to flow into his mouth with every pull of his lips. He swallowed it with obvious pleasure, his tongue flicking over her stiff nipple between sucks.
He repeated the motion — slow withdrawal, then a deep, steady thrust back in. Each time he pushed forward, he curled his finger slightly upward, pressing against the soft, spongy spot inside her. On the next slow thrust, he added a gentle twisting motion, rotating his wrist so his finger rubbed along different parts of her tight channel.
Kumar’s voice came from beside the bed, calm but encouraging. “That’s it, Padma… your expressions are looking much more natural now. Keep going. Dev, nice and steady.”
Dev obeyed the direction on the surface while doing exactly what he wanted underneath the sheet. He began a slow, rhythmic fingerfucking — pulling almost all the way out until her entrance fluttered around his fingertip, then sinking back in deep. Each thrust was measured and deliberate. He could feel her pussy growing wetter with every stroke, her juices coating his finger and starting to drip down toward his palm.
Padma’s hands gripped the bedsheet on either side of her body. Her hips gave a small, involuntary twitch upward to meet his finger on the next thrust. She hated how good it felt. The thick digit moving inside her was stretching her in a way that made her clit throb. Dev’s thumb brushed against her swollen clit on the next outward pull, pressing lightly before sliding back in.
He kept sucking her breast, drinking more of her milk. A thin trail of it escaped the corner of his mouth and ran down the curve of her breast. His right hand never stopped moving between her legs. He varied the rhythm slightly — three slow, deep thrusts, then two shallower ones that focused on rubbing her front wall, then another long, deep push that buried his finger to the last knuckle.
Padma’s moans were getting harder to control. Every time his curled finger dragged over that sensitive spot inside her, a fresh wave of wetness coated him. Her pussy was making soft, wet sounds with each slow thrust, sounds that only Dev and the cameraman could faintly hear beneath the rustle of the bedsheet.
Dev finally added his index finger alongside the middle one. He pushed both thick digits into her together, stretching her pussy wider. Padma’s back arched off the bed. A louder, broken moan tore from her throat. Her thighs clamped tighter around his hand for a second before relaxing again.
He began fucking her with two fingers now — still slow, still deep. He scissored them gently inside her on every inward thrust, spreading her walls apart before pulling back. His thumb returned to her clit, rubbing slow circles in time with the movement of his fingers. The combination made her entire body tense and tremble.
Kumar kept speaking, his voice steady. “Excellent work, both of you. Padma, those sounds you’re making are perfect. Don’t hold back. Dev, keep the rhythm consistent — the camera loves how natural this looks.”
Dev’s fingers were now coated in her slick juices. Every slow thrust made a quiet, wet sound. He curled both fingers upward again, pressing firmly against her g-spot while his thumb continued its steady circles on her clit. Milk kept flowing from her exposed nipple into his hungry mouth. He switched to her right breast for a moment, sucking that nipple into his mouth as well and drawing more milk from her.
Padma’s mind was spinning. The pleasure was building too fast, too intensely. Her body was responding to every slow movement of Dev’s fingers inside her, every pull of his lips on her sensitive nipples. She could feel her orgasm approaching — the tight, fluttering sensation deep in her pussy, the way her walls were starting to clench rhythmically around his fingers.
Dev felt it too. He slowed his movements even more, drawing the pleasure out. He pulled his fingers almost completely out, letting her feel the emptiness for a heartbeat, then pushed both thick digits back in to the hilt in one long, smooth stroke. At the same time, he sucked hard on her nipple and pressed his thumb firmly against her clit.
Padma’s moan turned into a soft, desperate cry. Her pussy clamped down hard around his fingers, gripping them tightly as her body hovered right on the edge. Her hips were moving now in small, helpless circles, chasing the sensation. Under the bedsheet, hidden from the camera, Dev’s fingers kept working her slowly and deeply, refusing to let her come just yet.
He wanted to feel every single flutter and clench. He wanted to draw this out as long as possible while the camera kept rolling and Kumar kept encouraging her “natural expressions.”
Padma’s breathing had turned ragged. Her hands were fisted in the bedsheet. Her exposed breasts rose and fell with every shaky breath, milk still glistening on her skin where Dev had sucked. His two thick fingers remained buried deep inside her soaked pussy, moving in that same torturously slow rhythm — out almost to the tips, then a long, deliberate thrust back in that made her entire body shudder.
She was right there, teetering on the edge, when Dev suddenly stopped moving his fingers completely. He kept them fully inside her, just holding them still, letting her feel how full she was while his thumb gave one last, slow circle around her throbbing clit.
Kumar’s voice came again, low and satisfied. “Hold that expression, Padma… perfect. Dev, stay right there for a moment.”
Dev’s mouth left her breast. He looked down at her flushed face, his fingers still buried to the knuckles inside her clenching pussy. A slow, knowing smirk touched his lips as he felt her walls fluttering desperately around him, right on the verge of orgasm but denied at the last second.
The camera kept rolling.
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