22-08-2026, 12:28 AM
Chapter 17 – Breaking Point
The rough scbang of his beard against her smooth, shaved pussy was driving her out of her mind.
Every movement of his jaw dragged coarse hair across her swollen lips and clit, turning the pleasure sharp and almost unbearable.
The wet, rhythmic sound of his tongue working her filled the studio soft shluck… shluck… as he licked through her folds, then deeper, filthier noises when he pushed inside.
The heat of his mouth, the wet pressure, the constant scbang of beard it stripped the last careful layer from her.
She lost the last of her restraint.
With a desperate, broken moan she grabbed his head with both hands, fingers twisting tight in his hair.
She threw her legs over his broad shoulders and locked them, heels digging into his back, pulling his face harder against her dripping cunt.
The movement forced his mouth tighter against her. She felt his tongue flatten and press deeper.
“More…” she whimpered, breath coming in short, shaky gasps. “More— don’t stop—”
The beard made everything denser, dirtier.
She could hear how wet she was the soft, obscene sounds of his mouth sucking and licking, the quiet wet seal each time he pressed closer. She was soaking him completely.
Creamy fluid smeared across his lips and chin and the upper edge of his beard. Every upward roll of her hips fed more of it into his mouth.
Suddenly she yanked his head back. Maaran looked up at her, eyes black with hunger, lips and beard shining with her wetness.
The sight of his face covered in her broke something open inside her. Without thinking she slapped him hard across the cheek.
Smack.
The sharp sound cracked through the studio.
“Finish it,” she demanded, voice low and rough, her breathing already uneven.
“Don’t stop. Finish it.”
His eyes flashed. The slap only fed him.
He drove back into her even harder.
Two thick fingers pushed deep into her soaked pussy alongside his tongue, curling sharply against the sensitive front wall.
The stretch was sudden and full. She cried out at the dual invasion.
His tongue flicked rapid and firm over her swollen clit while his beard continued to scbang across her smooth mound.
The wet sounds grew louder the heavy thrust of his fingers, the filthy gluck-gluck of his tongue fucking into her, the soft desperate noises of her own gasping breaths.
“Ah—! Ah— fuck—”
Her legs clamped tighter around his shoulders.
She held his head with both hands and ground shamelessly against his mouth and fingers.
Her breathing turned ragged, broken, almost sobbing with pleasure between each cry.
“Yes— there— right there—” she gasped. “Don’t you dare stop— ah—”
Wet, rhythmic licking and sucking filled the air around them. Every curl of his fingers dragged over the swollen spot inside her. Every flick of his tongue against her clit sent another sharp spike through her belly.
She could feel how completely she had opened for him the easy slide of his fingers, the way her wetness kept spilling out around them, the continuous throb of her clit under his tongue.
“I’m so wet— can you feel it?— ah— fuck—”
The tension coiled fast and brutal.
Her thighs began to shake hard around his head. Her bare breasts trembled.
The mangalsutra and gold hip chain bounced on her skin with every jagged, panting breath.
Her stomach tightened. The heat between her legs stopped being separate sparks and became one rising, inevitable pressure.
“I’m— I’m going to— Maaran—”
The orgasm tore through her.
A loud, broken cry ripped from her throat as her pussy clamped down hard around his fingers and tongue. Thick, creamy wetness flooded his mouth.
“Ah—! Ah— I’m coming— don’t stop— please—”
Wave after wave crashed through her; her body jerked and she squirted in short, uncontrollable pulses against his tongue.
The first pulse surprised her. The second and third left her shaking…
“Fuck— fuck— it’s still— ah—”
He stayed on her, drinking every drop, the wet sounds of his mouth still working her through the climax, tongue buried deep, fingers still stroking that same sensitive place inside her.
Aadhini shook violently, legs locked around his shoulders, hands fisted in his hair, gasping and whimpering as the powerful orgasm wrecked her completely.
Her hips kept moving in small, helpless jerks against his face even as the peak began to loosen.
More wetness spilled out of her. He licked it up without pulling away.
“Oh God… oh God…” she breathed, voice wrecked and trembling. “Don’t move… just— stay—”
For several long seconds the only sounds were her broken, trembling breaths and the soft, wet noise of his mouth still gently licking her through the aftershocks.
Her thighs quivered on either side of his head. Her fingers slowly loosened in his hair but did not fully release him.
The gold chain on her belly rose and fell with her shaky breathing.
She lay open, soaked, trembling, and fully undone on the chaise, the taste and scent of her own climax heavy in the air between them.
The rough scbang of his beard against her smooth, shaved pussy was driving her out of her mind.
Every movement of his jaw dragged coarse hair across her swollen lips and clit, turning the pleasure sharp and almost unbearable.
The wet, rhythmic sound of his tongue working her filled the studio soft shluck… shluck… as he licked through her folds, then deeper, filthier noises when he pushed inside.
The heat of his mouth, the wet pressure, the constant scbang of beard it stripped the last careful layer from her.
She lost the last of her restraint.
With a desperate, broken moan she grabbed his head with both hands, fingers twisting tight in his hair.
She threw her legs over his broad shoulders and locked them, heels digging into his back, pulling his face harder against her dripping cunt.
The movement forced his mouth tighter against her. She felt his tongue flatten and press deeper.
“More…” she whimpered, breath coming in short, shaky gasps. “More— don’t stop—”
The beard made everything denser, dirtier.
She could hear how wet she was the soft, obscene sounds of his mouth sucking and licking, the quiet wet seal each time he pressed closer. She was soaking him completely.
Creamy fluid smeared across his lips and chin and the upper edge of his beard. Every upward roll of her hips fed more of it into his mouth.
Suddenly she yanked his head back. Maaran looked up at her, eyes black with hunger, lips and beard shining with her wetness.
The sight of his face covered in her broke something open inside her. Without thinking she slapped him hard across the cheek.
Smack.
The sharp sound cracked through the studio.
“Finish it,” she demanded, voice low and rough, her breathing already uneven.
“Don’t stop. Finish it.”
His eyes flashed. The slap only fed him.
He drove back into her even harder.
Two thick fingers pushed deep into her soaked pussy alongside his tongue, curling sharply against the sensitive front wall.
The stretch was sudden and full. She cried out at the dual invasion.
His tongue flicked rapid and firm over her swollen clit while his beard continued to scbang across her smooth mound.
The wet sounds grew louder the heavy thrust of his fingers, the filthy gluck-gluck of his tongue fucking into her, the soft desperate noises of her own gasping breaths.
“Ah—! Ah— fuck—”
Her legs clamped tighter around his shoulders.
She held his head with both hands and ground shamelessly against his mouth and fingers.
Her breathing turned ragged, broken, almost sobbing with pleasure between each cry.
“Yes— there— right there—” she gasped. “Don’t you dare stop— ah—”
Wet, rhythmic licking and sucking filled the air around them. Every curl of his fingers dragged over the swollen spot inside her. Every flick of his tongue against her clit sent another sharp spike through her belly.
She could feel how completely she had opened for him the easy slide of his fingers, the way her wetness kept spilling out around them, the continuous throb of her clit under his tongue.
“I’m so wet— can you feel it?— ah— fuck—”
The tension coiled fast and brutal.
Her thighs began to shake hard around his head. Her bare breasts trembled.
The mangalsutra and gold hip chain bounced on her skin with every jagged, panting breath.
Her stomach tightened. The heat between her legs stopped being separate sparks and became one rising, inevitable pressure.
“I’m— I’m going to— Maaran—”
The orgasm tore through her.
A loud, broken cry ripped from her throat as her pussy clamped down hard around his fingers and tongue. Thick, creamy wetness flooded his mouth.
“Ah—! Ah— I’m coming— don’t stop— please—”
Wave after wave crashed through her; her body jerked and she squirted in short, uncontrollable pulses against his tongue.
The first pulse surprised her. The second and third left her shaking…
“Fuck— fuck— it’s still— ah—”
He stayed on her, drinking every drop, the wet sounds of his mouth still working her through the climax, tongue buried deep, fingers still stroking that same sensitive place inside her.
Aadhini shook violently, legs locked around his shoulders, hands fisted in his hair, gasping and whimpering as the powerful orgasm wrecked her completely.
Her hips kept moving in small, helpless jerks against his face even as the peak began to loosen.
More wetness spilled out of her. He licked it up without pulling away.
“Oh God… oh God…” she breathed, voice wrecked and trembling. “Don’t move… just— stay—”
For several long seconds the only sounds were her broken, trembling breaths and the soft, wet noise of his mouth still gently licking her through the aftershocks.
Her thighs quivered on either side of his head. Her fingers slowly loosened in his hair but did not fully release him.
The gold chain on her belly rose and fell with her shaky breathing.
She lay open, soaked, trembling, and fully undone on the chaise, the taste and scent of her own climax heavy in the air between them.
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