31-07-2026, 11:11 PM
The phone rang from the pocket of the black coat hanging on the wall.
Rajesh broke the kiss with a low, irritated breath. He pulled his hand out from under the purple saree and petticoat, pushed the blanket aside, and stood up from the bed. I watched him walk across the room, still wearing only the black underwear, the thick shape of his cock clearly visible against his left thigh. He reached into the black coat, took out the phone, and answered it in a calm, professional voice.
I hated the interruption.
The heat between my legs was still throbbing, my white panties soaked and clinging, my nipples tight inside the white bra. I could not stay on the bed alone. I quickly stood up, the purple saree falling around my legs, and walked toward him. He was already deep in conversation, listening carefully, speaking short replies. When I reached his side he did not stop talking. Instead he simply lifted his left arm, wrapped it around my waist, and pulled me against his bare body. Then he leaned down and planted a slow, warm kiss on my forehead while continuing the call.
I was still completely horny.
Standing pressed against him, smelling his skin, feeling the solid heat of his chest against my heavy breasts, only made the ache worse. My left hand moved on its own. I slid my fingers under the waistband of his black underwear from the front, went lower, and wrapped my palm around his thick cock. It was hot, heavy, and already half-hard. The moment I closed my fingers around it, a strong shiver ran through my entire body. Fresh wetness spilled into my white panties. My knees weakened. I was totally horny, holding his cock inside the black underwear while he stood talking on the phone as if nothing unusual was happening.
Rajesh looked down at me. His eyes darkened. He finished a sentence on the phone, then raised his right hand, held my face gently, and brought his lips to mine. I kissed him at once, open and hungry, still gripping his cock. He smiled against my mouth — a small, knowing smile — then pulled back just enough to continue the conversation, his voice steady again, while my hand stayed wrapped around him inside the black underwear and my body trembled with shameless need.
I could not stop at only holding him.
While Rajesh continued speaking on the phone in that calm, controlled voice, I slowly pulled the front of his black underwear downward. The thick, dark length of his cock sprang free, heavy and already swelling in my hand. The moment I saw it fully — black, thick, veined, the head smooth and slightly wet — something inside me went completely crazy. The dream had never shown me this. The real sight of his cock made my mouth water and my pussy clench hard inside the soaked white panties.
I released him only long enough to drop to my knees on the floor in front of him. The purple saree pooled around me. With both hands I pulled the black underwear down further, past his thighs, until it rested around his knees. His cock stood out fully now, thick and dark, pointing toward my face. I wrapped my right hand around the base and simply looked at it for a few seconds, breathing harder, my nipples aching inside the white bra.
Then I began to enjoy myself.
I stroked him slowly from base to head, watching the skin move, feeling him grow even harder in my palm. I leaned closer and let my warm breath brush over the head without touching it with my mouth yet. My left hand cupped his balls gently, rolling them while my right hand kept the slow, teasing rhythm. I looked up at his face while I did it, eyes half-lidded, and gave the head of his cock a soft, deliberate squeeze.
A low sound escaped him in the middle of a sentence on the phone. He controlled it quickly, but I felt his cock throb strongly in my hand. I smiled and stroked him again, slower, tighter, letting my thumb circle the wet tip and spread the moisture. Every time he tried to keep his voice steady on the call I gave him another long, teasing pull, or brushed my lips just close enough that he could feel the heat of my mouth without receiving the real touch yet.
I was enjoying every second of it — the weight of his black cock in my hand, the way it twitched when I teased the head, the power of making the calm Rajesh Mani struggle to finish his conversation while I knelt at his feet in my purple saree, white bra and soaked white panties, shamelessly playing with him.
Rajesh finished the last sentence and ended the call. He tossed the phone onto the table without looking at it. The moment his hands were free he reached down, cupped the back of my head with one warm palm, and slowly pulled my face forward.
I was still on my knees on the floor. The purple saree had spread open around my legs. My white bra still covered my heavy breasts, the nipples already tight and scbanging against the inside of the cups. My white panties were so thoroughly soaked that the thin material clung tightly to the lips of my pussy and the wetness had begun to spread onto my inner thighs. I looked up at him for a long second — at the dark skin of his stomach, at the line of hair leading down, at the thick black cock already standing hard and heavy only inches from my face — then I opened my mouth and leaned in.
The smooth, swollen head of his cock touched my lower lip first. I parted my lips slowly and let the thick head slide onto my tongue. The heavy, salty taste of his cock filled my mouth at once. A soft, helpless moan vibrated around the head of his cock as I took more of him.
“Sudha…” he groaned above me, voice already rough. “Just like that…”
My lips stretched wide around the thick shaft. I sank lower, centimetre by centimetre, feeling every ridge and every raised vein of his cock pass over my tongue. The head pressed against the soft back of my throat. My right hand wrapped tightly around the remaining length of his cock that I could not yet fit inside my mouth, stroking it in slow, firm pulls while I began to suck in earnest.
Rajesh’s fingers tightened in my hair. I pulled back until only the head of his cock remained between my lips. I circled the head with my tongue, slow and deliberate, tasting the clear wetness that was already leaking from the tip.
“You taste so heavy…” I whispered against the head of his cock, my voice thick and shaky. “I’ve wanted this since the dream…”
I flicked the underside of the head, then sealed my lips around it and sucked hard for a few seconds before sinking down again, taking him deeper than before. The wet, rhythmic sounds of my mouth working on his cock filled the quiet room. Saliva gathered quickly and spilled from the corners of my lips, running down the dark shaft of his cock in thin, shiny lines and coating my stroking fingers.
“Fuck… your mouth…” he muttered, breathing harder. “Don’t stop, Sudha. Take it deeper.”
I moaned again around his cock, the vibration making his hips twitch forward slightly. My free left hand rose and rested on his bare thigh for balance while I sucked him with long, hungry movements — pulling back until the head almost left my mouth, swirling my tongue under and around it, then pushing forward until my nose nearly touched the dark skin of his stomach. Each time I took him deep I held still for a moment, throat fluttering around the head of his cock, before sliding back up.
“You’re throbbing on my tongue…” I breathed when I pulled off for air, stroking his wet cock with my hand. “So thick… I can barely fit you.”
“Then keep trying,” he answered, voice low and strained, looking down at me. “I want to feel your throat again.”
I sank back down at once, eyes half-closed, saliva shining on his black shaft and dripping onto the floor between my knees. My right hand stroked in perfect rhythm with my mouth, twisting slightly on the upstroke. My white panties were so wet that I could feel the moisture spreading further between my thighs every time I shifted my weight on my knees. My nipples stayed tightly peaked inside the white bra, scbanging sensitively against the cups with every bob of my head.
I kept sucking his cock slowly and deeply, giving him the most shameless, devoted attention while I knelt at his feet in the purple saree, still fully dressed on top and completely undone underneath.
Rajesh could not stay still any longer. His fingers tightened in my hair and he slowly pulled my mouth off his cock. A thin string of saliva still connected my lower lip to the shiny head of his cock as I looked up at him, breathing hard, my chin wet, my eyes glassy with need.
“Come here,” he said, voice rough and low.
He bent down, took both of my arms, and pulled me up to my feet. The moment I stood he claimed my mouth in a deep, open kiss, tasting his own cock on my tongue. I moaned into the kiss and pressed my body against his. My heavy breasts crushed against his bare chest through the purple blouse and white bra. The soaked white panties clung tightly between my thighs.
His hands moved with clear hunger. First he found the edge of the purple saree and began unwrapping it from my body in long, continuous pulls. As each fold of the purple saree left my skin, cool air touched me and made me shiver. He kept kissing me while he worked, until the entire purple saree finally fell to the floor around my feet.
“I’ve wanted to unwrap you like this since the moment you sat beside me,” he murmured against my mouth.
Next his fingers went to the hooks of my purple blouse at the back. One by one he opened them slowly. I felt every hook release. He pulled the purple blouse off my shoulders and down my arms, then dropped it onto the floor. Now only the white bra covered my heavy breasts. My nipples were so tight they pushed visibly against the white bra.
He tugged the string of the white petticoat. It loosened and slid down my legs. I stepped out of the white petticoat, standing in front of him in only the white bra and the soaked white panties. His eyes moved over me openly.
“Look at you…” he said, voice thick. “Already shaking.”
Then his hands went to the hooks of my white bra. One by one the hooks opened. He pulled the white bra forward and off my arms. My heavy breasts spilled free. The cool air of the room touched my bare nipples and made them tighten even more. A soft, broken sound left my throat. He immediately cupped both breasts in his hands, squeezing them gently, brushing his thumbs over the hard nipples.
“These have been teasing me all night under that blouse,” he said, lowering his head to suck one nipple slowly and deeply while still squeezing the other breast.
Finally he hooked his fingers into the sides of my soaked white panties and dragged them down my thighs, past my knees, until they dropped to my ankles. I stepped out of the white panties and stood completely naked in front of him. The air felt cold on my wet pussy.
Rajesh pushed his own black underwear the rest of the way down and kicked it aside. Now he was fully naked too. His thick black cock stood rigid between us, still wet from my mouth, the head glistening. He pulled me hard against him so that the full length of his cock pressed hot and heavy against my bare stomach. My naked breasts flattened against his chest. I could feel the wetness from my pussy smearing onto his thigh.
“You’re completely dripping,” he murmured against my mouth, one hand sliding down to cup my bare ass and squeeze it firmly. “I’ve been wanting to feel this naked body against me since you first looked at me like you already knew me.”
“Then feel me,” I whispered back, already dizzy with need, my voice shaking. “I’m yours right now, Rajesh… do whatever you want…”
He guided me backward until the edge of the bed touched the back of my knees. I sat, then lay down fully on the mattress. Rajesh climbed over me, his body covering mine. He kissed my mouth again, deeper than before, then moved lower — kissing my neck, the upper curve of my left breast — before closing his lips around my nipple and sucking it slowly and deeply. At the same time his right hand slid between my open thighs and cupped my bare pussy. Two of his fingers easily slid through the thick wetness and began stroking my clit in slow, firm circles.
I arched hard under him, one hand holding the back of his head to keep his mouth on my breast, the other gripping his shoulder. My pussy clenched around nothing, already aching to be filled, while his fingers continued their deliberate, expert play between my thighs, spreading my wetness and making my hips rock helplessly against his hand.
I held Rajesh’s head against my breast while his fingers kept stroking my pussy. He spread the thick wetness slowly, then slid one finger inside me. My inner walls clenched around it at once. A second finger joined the first, stretching me gently, curling upward until he found the sensitive spot that made my hips jerk. Soft, broken sounds kept leaving my mouth without my control.
“Rajesh… please…” I whispered, my voice already unsteady and thick with need.
He kissed lower. His mouth left my breast and dragged down the soft skin of my stomach, leaving a slow, wet trail. He paused at my navel, kissed it, then continued downward. When he reached the place between my thighs he settled there, using both hands to push my legs further apart. For several long seconds he only looked at my bare pussy — open, glistening, the lips already swollen and shiny with wetness. I could feel his warm breath against me. The anticipation alone made my pussy clench visibly.
Then he lowered his head.
His tongue opened me with one long, deliberate lick from the very bottom of my pussy lips all the way up to my clit. My whole body jerked hard. A sharp, helpless moan tore out of me. He did it again, even slower, pressing his tongue flatter, tasting every part of me thoroughly. Then he focused on my clit. He circled it with the tip of his tongue, flicked it lightly, then sucked it gently between his lips while the two fingers inside my pussy kept moving in a steady, curling rhythm.
“You taste even better than I imagined,” he murmured directly against my pussy, his voice low and rough. “So wet… so open for me.”
He sucked my clit again, firmer this time. My thighs trembled hard around his head. I gripped the blanket with one hand and tangled the other in his hair, trying to keep his mouth exactly where it was. Every time his tongue circled my clit a fresh, heavy wave of pleasure rolled up through my stomach and made my breasts rise and fall rapidly. My nipples stayed tightly peaked in the cool air of the room, aching with every breath.
Wet, intimate sounds filled the quiet room as his mouth worked on my pussy and his fingers kept thrusting. He varied the pressure — sometimes soft and teasing, sometimes firm and relentless. Occasionally he slid his tongue inside my pussy alongside his fingers, pushing deep, before returning to my clit and tormenting it with slow, focused suction.
“Don’t stop… please don’t stop…” I gasped, my hips lifting off the mattress on their own to press my pussy harder against his mouth. “Your tongue… Rajesh… I’m already so close…”
He didn’t stop. He licked and sucked me with complete hunger, reading every tremor of my body. My legs began to shake uncontrollably. The pleasure built in deep, rolling waves that made my toes curl tightly and my stomach muscles tighten. I could feel myself dripping onto his tongue and fingers. My moans grew louder and more broken. I was completely lost in the feel of his mouth owning my pussy, the man from my dreams tasting me without any mercy, pushing me higher and higher toward the edge while I lay open and trembling under him.
When my legs were shaking hard and I was only seconds from cumming, Rajesh slowly pulled his mouth away from my pussy. I whimpered at the sudden loss, my hips still lifting helplessly toward his face, trying to follow his tongue. He rose up over me on his knees, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and looked down between my open thighs at my bare, glistening pussy. His thick black cock stood rigid and heavy. He wrapped one hand around it and stroked himself once, slow and tight, spreading my wetness that still shone on his lips onto the shaft.
“I need to be inside you now,” he said, voice rough and low.
He moved forward and positioned himself between my thighs. The thick, swollen head of his cock pressed against my pussy lips. He rubbed it slowly up and down along my wet folds, coating the head thoroughly in my wetness. Each time the head dragged over my clit my whole body jolted and a fresh moan spilled from my mouth. He did this several times, teasing me, until my hips were rocking up to chase the contact.
Then he lined the head of his cock properly against my entrance and began to push inside me.
The stretch was immediate and intense. The thick head of his cock forced my pussy open centimetre by centimetre. I cried out as the shaft followed, long and heavy, sinking deeper and deeper into me. My inner walls clenched and fluttered around the invading thickness. He kept pushing in one slow, continuous thrust until he was buried completely inside my pussy, his hips pressed flush against mine, his balls resting against my ass. I could feel every ridge and vein of his cock throbbing deep inside me.
He stayed completely still for a long moment, letting me adjust to the fullness, breathing hard against my neck.
“You’re so tight…” he groaned, the words vibrating against my skin. “So wet and tight around my cock. I can feel you pulsing.”
“Move…” I begged, my voice broken. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist and locked my ankles behind his back. “Please, Rajesh… fuck me. I need it.”
He began to move.
He pulled his cock almost all the way out until only the head remained inside my pussy, then slid back in to the hilt in one long, deep stroke. The thick friction dragged against my sensitive walls and made my eyes roll back. He set a steady, powerful rhythm — long strokes that filled me completely each time, the wet sound of his cock moving in and out of my pussy filling the quiet room. The bed creaked softly under the force of his hips.
My heavy breasts swayed and bounced with every thrust. He lowered his mouth to mine and kissed me deeply, tongue sliding against mine in time with the movement of his cock. One of his hands gripped my thigh hard, keeping me open for him, while the other braced beside my head. I moaned into his mouth with every stroke, my pussy clenching and releasing tightly around his thick cock, already climbing again toward another peak.
He fucked me with controlled, relentless hunger — deep, deliberate, and steady — while I held onto his shoulders and took every inch he gave me, the dream and the real man finally fused into the same overwhelming pleasure.
Rajesh broke the kiss with a low, irritated breath. He pulled his hand out from under the purple saree and petticoat, pushed the blanket aside, and stood up from the bed. I watched him walk across the room, still wearing only the black underwear, the thick shape of his cock clearly visible against his left thigh. He reached into the black coat, took out the phone, and answered it in a calm, professional voice.
I hated the interruption.
The heat between my legs was still throbbing, my white panties soaked and clinging, my nipples tight inside the white bra. I could not stay on the bed alone. I quickly stood up, the purple saree falling around my legs, and walked toward him. He was already deep in conversation, listening carefully, speaking short replies. When I reached his side he did not stop talking. Instead he simply lifted his left arm, wrapped it around my waist, and pulled me against his bare body. Then he leaned down and planted a slow, warm kiss on my forehead while continuing the call.
I was still completely horny.
Standing pressed against him, smelling his skin, feeling the solid heat of his chest against my heavy breasts, only made the ache worse. My left hand moved on its own. I slid my fingers under the waistband of his black underwear from the front, went lower, and wrapped my palm around his thick cock. It was hot, heavy, and already half-hard. The moment I closed my fingers around it, a strong shiver ran through my entire body. Fresh wetness spilled into my white panties. My knees weakened. I was totally horny, holding his cock inside the black underwear while he stood talking on the phone as if nothing unusual was happening.
Rajesh looked down at me. His eyes darkened. He finished a sentence on the phone, then raised his right hand, held my face gently, and brought his lips to mine. I kissed him at once, open and hungry, still gripping his cock. He smiled against my mouth — a small, knowing smile — then pulled back just enough to continue the conversation, his voice steady again, while my hand stayed wrapped around him inside the black underwear and my body trembled with shameless need.
I could not stop at only holding him.
While Rajesh continued speaking on the phone in that calm, controlled voice, I slowly pulled the front of his black underwear downward. The thick, dark length of his cock sprang free, heavy and already swelling in my hand. The moment I saw it fully — black, thick, veined, the head smooth and slightly wet — something inside me went completely crazy. The dream had never shown me this. The real sight of his cock made my mouth water and my pussy clench hard inside the soaked white panties.
I released him only long enough to drop to my knees on the floor in front of him. The purple saree pooled around me. With both hands I pulled the black underwear down further, past his thighs, until it rested around his knees. His cock stood out fully now, thick and dark, pointing toward my face. I wrapped my right hand around the base and simply looked at it for a few seconds, breathing harder, my nipples aching inside the white bra.
Then I began to enjoy myself.
I stroked him slowly from base to head, watching the skin move, feeling him grow even harder in my palm. I leaned closer and let my warm breath brush over the head without touching it with my mouth yet. My left hand cupped his balls gently, rolling them while my right hand kept the slow, teasing rhythm. I looked up at his face while I did it, eyes half-lidded, and gave the head of his cock a soft, deliberate squeeze.
A low sound escaped him in the middle of a sentence on the phone. He controlled it quickly, but I felt his cock throb strongly in my hand. I smiled and stroked him again, slower, tighter, letting my thumb circle the wet tip and spread the moisture. Every time he tried to keep his voice steady on the call I gave him another long, teasing pull, or brushed my lips just close enough that he could feel the heat of my mouth without receiving the real touch yet.
I was enjoying every second of it — the weight of his black cock in my hand, the way it twitched when I teased the head, the power of making the calm Rajesh Mani struggle to finish his conversation while I knelt at his feet in my purple saree, white bra and soaked white panties, shamelessly playing with him.
Rajesh finished the last sentence and ended the call. He tossed the phone onto the table without looking at it. The moment his hands were free he reached down, cupped the back of my head with one warm palm, and slowly pulled my face forward.
I was still on my knees on the floor. The purple saree had spread open around my legs. My white bra still covered my heavy breasts, the nipples already tight and scbanging against the inside of the cups. My white panties were so thoroughly soaked that the thin material clung tightly to the lips of my pussy and the wetness had begun to spread onto my inner thighs. I looked up at him for a long second — at the dark skin of his stomach, at the line of hair leading down, at the thick black cock already standing hard and heavy only inches from my face — then I opened my mouth and leaned in.
The smooth, swollen head of his cock touched my lower lip first. I parted my lips slowly and let the thick head slide onto my tongue. The heavy, salty taste of his cock filled my mouth at once. A soft, helpless moan vibrated around the head of his cock as I took more of him.
“Sudha…” he groaned above me, voice already rough. “Just like that…”
My lips stretched wide around the thick shaft. I sank lower, centimetre by centimetre, feeling every ridge and every raised vein of his cock pass over my tongue. The head pressed against the soft back of my throat. My right hand wrapped tightly around the remaining length of his cock that I could not yet fit inside my mouth, stroking it in slow, firm pulls while I began to suck in earnest.
Rajesh’s fingers tightened in my hair. I pulled back until only the head of his cock remained between my lips. I circled the head with my tongue, slow and deliberate, tasting the clear wetness that was already leaking from the tip.
“You taste so heavy…” I whispered against the head of his cock, my voice thick and shaky. “I’ve wanted this since the dream…”
I flicked the underside of the head, then sealed my lips around it and sucked hard for a few seconds before sinking down again, taking him deeper than before. The wet, rhythmic sounds of my mouth working on his cock filled the quiet room. Saliva gathered quickly and spilled from the corners of my lips, running down the dark shaft of his cock in thin, shiny lines and coating my stroking fingers.
“Fuck… your mouth…” he muttered, breathing harder. “Don’t stop, Sudha. Take it deeper.”
I moaned again around his cock, the vibration making his hips twitch forward slightly. My free left hand rose and rested on his bare thigh for balance while I sucked him with long, hungry movements — pulling back until the head almost left my mouth, swirling my tongue under and around it, then pushing forward until my nose nearly touched the dark skin of his stomach. Each time I took him deep I held still for a moment, throat fluttering around the head of his cock, before sliding back up.
“You’re throbbing on my tongue…” I breathed when I pulled off for air, stroking his wet cock with my hand. “So thick… I can barely fit you.”
“Then keep trying,” he answered, voice low and strained, looking down at me. “I want to feel your throat again.”
I sank back down at once, eyes half-closed, saliva shining on his black shaft and dripping onto the floor between my knees. My right hand stroked in perfect rhythm with my mouth, twisting slightly on the upstroke. My white panties were so wet that I could feel the moisture spreading further between my thighs every time I shifted my weight on my knees. My nipples stayed tightly peaked inside the white bra, scbanging sensitively against the cups with every bob of my head.
I kept sucking his cock slowly and deeply, giving him the most shameless, devoted attention while I knelt at his feet in the purple saree, still fully dressed on top and completely undone underneath.
Rajesh could not stay still any longer. His fingers tightened in my hair and he slowly pulled my mouth off his cock. A thin string of saliva still connected my lower lip to the shiny head of his cock as I looked up at him, breathing hard, my chin wet, my eyes glassy with need.
“Come here,” he said, voice rough and low.
He bent down, took both of my arms, and pulled me up to my feet. The moment I stood he claimed my mouth in a deep, open kiss, tasting his own cock on my tongue. I moaned into the kiss and pressed my body against his. My heavy breasts crushed against his bare chest through the purple blouse and white bra. The soaked white panties clung tightly between my thighs.
His hands moved with clear hunger. First he found the edge of the purple saree and began unwrapping it from my body in long, continuous pulls. As each fold of the purple saree left my skin, cool air touched me and made me shiver. He kept kissing me while he worked, until the entire purple saree finally fell to the floor around my feet.
“I’ve wanted to unwrap you like this since the moment you sat beside me,” he murmured against my mouth.
Next his fingers went to the hooks of my purple blouse at the back. One by one he opened them slowly. I felt every hook release. He pulled the purple blouse off my shoulders and down my arms, then dropped it onto the floor. Now only the white bra covered my heavy breasts. My nipples were so tight they pushed visibly against the white bra.
He tugged the string of the white petticoat. It loosened and slid down my legs. I stepped out of the white petticoat, standing in front of him in only the white bra and the soaked white panties. His eyes moved over me openly.
“Look at you…” he said, voice thick. “Already shaking.”
Then his hands went to the hooks of my white bra. One by one the hooks opened. He pulled the white bra forward and off my arms. My heavy breasts spilled free. The cool air of the room touched my bare nipples and made them tighten even more. A soft, broken sound left my throat. He immediately cupped both breasts in his hands, squeezing them gently, brushing his thumbs over the hard nipples.
“These have been teasing me all night under that blouse,” he said, lowering his head to suck one nipple slowly and deeply while still squeezing the other breast.
Finally he hooked his fingers into the sides of my soaked white panties and dragged them down my thighs, past my knees, until they dropped to my ankles. I stepped out of the white panties and stood completely naked in front of him. The air felt cold on my wet pussy.
Rajesh pushed his own black underwear the rest of the way down and kicked it aside. Now he was fully naked too. His thick black cock stood rigid between us, still wet from my mouth, the head glistening. He pulled me hard against him so that the full length of his cock pressed hot and heavy against my bare stomach. My naked breasts flattened against his chest. I could feel the wetness from my pussy smearing onto his thigh.
“You’re completely dripping,” he murmured against my mouth, one hand sliding down to cup my bare ass and squeeze it firmly. “I’ve been wanting to feel this naked body against me since you first looked at me like you already knew me.”
“Then feel me,” I whispered back, already dizzy with need, my voice shaking. “I’m yours right now, Rajesh… do whatever you want…”
He guided me backward until the edge of the bed touched the back of my knees. I sat, then lay down fully on the mattress. Rajesh climbed over me, his body covering mine. He kissed my mouth again, deeper than before, then moved lower — kissing my neck, the upper curve of my left breast — before closing his lips around my nipple and sucking it slowly and deeply. At the same time his right hand slid between my open thighs and cupped my bare pussy. Two of his fingers easily slid through the thick wetness and began stroking my clit in slow, firm circles.
I arched hard under him, one hand holding the back of his head to keep his mouth on my breast, the other gripping his shoulder. My pussy clenched around nothing, already aching to be filled, while his fingers continued their deliberate, expert play between my thighs, spreading my wetness and making my hips rock helplessly against his hand.
I held Rajesh’s head against my breast while his fingers kept stroking my pussy. He spread the thick wetness slowly, then slid one finger inside me. My inner walls clenched around it at once. A second finger joined the first, stretching me gently, curling upward until he found the sensitive spot that made my hips jerk. Soft, broken sounds kept leaving my mouth without my control.
“Rajesh… please…” I whispered, my voice already unsteady and thick with need.
He kissed lower. His mouth left my breast and dragged down the soft skin of my stomach, leaving a slow, wet trail. He paused at my navel, kissed it, then continued downward. When he reached the place between my thighs he settled there, using both hands to push my legs further apart. For several long seconds he only looked at my bare pussy — open, glistening, the lips already swollen and shiny with wetness. I could feel his warm breath against me. The anticipation alone made my pussy clench visibly.
Then he lowered his head.
His tongue opened me with one long, deliberate lick from the very bottom of my pussy lips all the way up to my clit. My whole body jerked hard. A sharp, helpless moan tore out of me. He did it again, even slower, pressing his tongue flatter, tasting every part of me thoroughly. Then he focused on my clit. He circled it with the tip of his tongue, flicked it lightly, then sucked it gently between his lips while the two fingers inside my pussy kept moving in a steady, curling rhythm.
“You taste even better than I imagined,” he murmured directly against my pussy, his voice low and rough. “So wet… so open for me.”
He sucked my clit again, firmer this time. My thighs trembled hard around his head. I gripped the blanket with one hand and tangled the other in his hair, trying to keep his mouth exactly where it was. Every time his tongue circled my clit a fresh, heavy wave of pleasure rolled up through my stomach and made my breasts rise and fall rapidly. My nipples stayed tightly peaked in the cool air of the room, aching with every breath.
Wet, intimate sounds filled the quiet room as his mouth worked on my pussy and his fingers kept thrusting. He varied the pressure — sometimes soft and teasing, sometimes firm and relentless. Occasionally he slid his tongue inside my pussy alongside his fingers, pushing deep, before returning to my clit and tormenting it with slow, focused suction.
“Don’t stop… please don’t stop…” I gasped, my hips lifting off the mattress on their own to press my pussy harder against his mouth. “Your tongue… Rajesh… I’m already so close…”
He didn’t stop. He licked and sucked me with complete hunger, reading every tremor of my body. My legs began to shake uncontrollably. The pleasure built in deep, rolling waves that made my toes curl tightly and my stomach muscles tighten. I could feel myself dripping onto his tongue and fingers. My moans grew louder and more broken. I was completely lost in the feel of his mouth owning my pussy, the man from my dreams tasting me without any mercy, pushing me higher and higher toward the edge while I lay open and trembling under him.
When my legs were shaking hard and I was only seconds from cumming, Rajesh slowly pulled his mouth away from my pussy. I whimpered at the sudden loss, my hips still lifting helplessly toward his face, trying to follow his tongue. He rose up over me on his knees, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and looked down between my open thighs at my bare, glistening pussy. His thick black cock stood rigid and heavy. He wrapped one hand around it and stroked himself once, slow and tight, spreading my wetness that still shone on his lips onto the shaft.
“I need to be inside you now,” he said, voice rough and low.
He moved forward and positioned himself between my thighs. The thick, swollen head of his cock pressed against my pussy lips. He rubbed it slowly up and down along my wet folds, coating the head thoroughly in my wetness. Each time the head dragged over my clit my whole body jolted and a fresh moan spilled from my mouth. He did this several times, teasing me, until my hips were rocking up to chase the contact.
Then he lined the head of his cock properly against my entrance and began to push inside me.
The stretch was immediate and intense. The thick head of his cock forced my pussy open centimetre by centimetre. I cried out as the shaft followed, long and heavy, sinking deeper and deeper into me. My inner walls clenched and fluttered around the invading thickness. He kept pushing in one slow, continuous thrust until he was buried completely inside my pussy, his hips pressed flush against mine, his balls resting against my ass. I could feel every ridge and vein of his cock throbbing deep inside me.
He stayed completely still for a long moment, letting me adjust to the fullness, breathing hard against my neck.
“You’re so tight…” he groaned, the words vibrating against my skin. “So wet and tight around my cock. I can feel you pulsing.”
“Move…” I begged, my voice broken. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist and locked my ankles behind his back. “Please, Rajesh… fuck me. I need it.”
He began to move.
He pulled his cock almost all the way out until only the head remained inside my pussy, then slid back in to the hilt in one long, deep stroke. The thick friction dragged against my sensitive walls and made my eyes roll back. He set a steady, powerful rhythm — long strokes that filled me completely each time, the wet sound of his cock moving in and out of my pussy filling the quiet room. The bed creaked softly under the force of his hips.
My heavy breasts swayed and bounced with every thrust. He lowered his mouth to mine and kissed me deeply, tongue sliding against mine in time with the movement of his cock. One of his hands gripped my thigh hard, keeping me open for him, while the other braced beside my head. I moaned into his mouth with every stroke, my pussy clenching and releasing tightly around his thick cock, already climbing again toward another peak.
He fucked me with controlled, relentless hunger — deep, deliberate, and steady — while I held onto his shoulders and took every inch he gave me, the dream and the real man finally fused into the same overwhelming pleasure.
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