23-08-2026, 02:41 AM
Arjun’s cock was buried deep inside my pussy, stretching me open completely on the spread yellow saree.
He stayed still for a moment after the first full thrust, both of us breathing hard against each other. I could feel every thick inch of him — the heavy pulse of his cock, the way my pussy walls clenched around the cock, the swollen head pressing against the sensitive place deep inside me that no one had properly reached all day. My legs were wrapped around his waist. My arms were around his neck. The cool stone under the yellow saree pressed against my back, but the only heat that mattered was the heat of his body covering mine.
Then he began to move.
The thrusts started slow and deep, almost careful, as if he wanted to feel every part of my pussy gripping him. He pulled back until only the thick head remained inside my pussy lips, then pushed forward again in a long, steady stroke that made my back arch off the yellow saree. A soft, broken sound left my throat. He answered it with a low groan against the side of my neck.
“Sudha…” he murmured, his voice thick and unsteady.
“You feel so good… so tight around my cock…”
I held him tighter.
My breasts pressed and shifted against his chest with every thrust. The nipples, still sensitive from his mouth earlier, dragged across the hard plane of his chest and sent sharp sparks of pleasure straight down to where his cock was filling me. Wetness poured out of me around his cock, coating him, making the sliding sounds soft and wet in the quiet cave. My maroon panties, white bra, yellow blouse and white petticoat lay discarded near the wall. There was nothing left between us.
He kissed me while he fucked me.
The kisses were deep and slow at first — lips soft, tongue gentle, tasting me as if he had all the time in the world. Then the hunger rose again. His tongue pushed deeper. His hips moved a little faster. Each thrust became longer, heavier, more deliberate. The wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of my soaked pussy filled the cave, mixing with the distant roar of the waterfall and our open breathing.
“Don’t stop,” I whispered against his mouth, the words leaving me without thought.
“Please… keep going… deeper…”
Arjun answered by giving me exactly that.
He planted both hands on the yellow saree beside my head, raised his upper body slightly, and began fucking me with long, powerful strokes that made my breasts bounce and my pussy stretch wide around him. The angle changed. The thick head of his cock rubbed repeatedly against the sensitive place inside me. Pleasure built higher and sharper with every thrust. My legs tightened around his waist. My nails lightly dug into the hard muscle of his back. I could feel myself getting closer, the unfinished ache of the entire day finally rising toward something complete.
He watched my face while he moved inside me.
“Look at me,” he said softly, almost roughly.
“I have waited years for this… for you to take my cock like this… for you to feel this good around me…”
I opened my eyes and met his.
The guilt, the plan, the Goddess idol, the cliff edge only a few metres away — all of it had fallen silent. There was only the thick cock moving deeper and deeper inside my pussy, the heavy weight of Arjun’s body on top of me, the wet slap of our hips meeting, and the years of held-back hunger finally pouring out of both of us. My pussy clenched hard around him. A soft, helpless moan left my lips. He groaned in answer and fucked me harder, chasing the same rising pleasure I was feeling.
We were completely lost in each other.
On the spread yellow saree inside the dark cave there was nothing left except the deep, passionate joining of our bodies and the mutual, hungry need that neither of us could hold back any longer.
Arjun’s cock was driving deep and steady inside my pussy.
Every long thrust rubbed the thick, swollen head against the sensitive place deep inside me that no one had properly touched all day. My legs were locked around his waist. My arms were around his neck. The yellow saree under my back was already wet from how much I was dripping around his cock. The cool stone beneath the yellow saree pressed against my shoulder blades, but I barely felt it. All I could feel was the heavy stretch of his cock filling me again and again.
The pleasure had been climbing for a long time.
Now it started to tip over the edge.
A tight, hot pressure gathered low in my stomach and between my legs. My pussy began to flutter around his thick cock in small, involuntary squeezes. Each time he pushed in deep, the pressure sharpened. My breathing turned short and open. Soft sounds started leaving my throat without my control.
“Ahh… Arjun…”
He felt the change in me. His hips kept the same deep rhythm, but he lowered his mouth to my ear.
“That’s it… let it come,” he murmured, voice rough.
“Cum on my cock, Sudha. I’ve waited years to feel it.”
The words pushed me higher.
My pussy clenched harder around him. The wet sounds of his cock sliding through my soaked pussy grew louder. My breasts pressed and shifted against his chest with every thrust. The nipples, still sensitive, dragged across his skin and sent sharp sparks straight down to where he was fucking me. The unfinished ache of the entire day — every restless throb, every time I had been left wanting — gathered into one rising wave.
“I’m… I’m getting close…” I whispered, the words breaking.
My fingers dug into the hard muscle of his back. My thighs tightened around his hips. The pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside my pussy until it felt almost painful in its intensity. A long, trembling moan started building in my throat as the first real edge of the orgasm began to take hold.
“Nnnnh… ahh… Arjun… wait… I—”
I was right there, suspended on the edge, my pussy fluttering wildly around his thick cock, the wave about to break.
The wave broke.
A long, open moan tore from my throat as the orgasm crashed through me.
“Ahhh… nnnnh… Arjun…!”
My pussy clamped down hard around his thick cock in strong, rhythmic pulses. The pleasure rolled out from deep inside me in heavy waves — through my stomach, down my thighs, up into my breasts. My back arched off the yellow saree. My legs locked tighter around his waist, heels pressing into the hard muscle of his back. I could not stop the soft, broken moans that kept spilling from my lips with every pulse of my pussy around his cock.
“Mmmhh… ahh… ahh… don’t stop… please…”
Arjun did not stop.
He kept fucking me through it, deep and steady, letting my spasming pussy milk his cock. Each time he pushed back in, the swollen head rubbed over the sensitive place inside me and made the orgasm spike higher. Wetness poured out of me around his cock, coating him completely, dripping down onto the yellow saree beneath us. The wet, rhythmic sound of his cock sliding through my climaxing pussy filled the quiet cave, mixing with the distant roar of the waterfall.
“That’s it… cum on my cock,” he groaned against my neck, his voice thick with pleasure.
“Feel how tight your pussy is getting around me… fuck… you’re squeezing my cock so hard…”
I could only moan in answer.
The pulses kept coming — strong, helpless, one after another. My hands clutched at his back. My breasts pressed and rubbed against his chest with every thrust he still gave me. The nipples, still sensitive, dragged across the hard plane of his chest and sent fresh sparks of pleasure straight down to where his cock was buried inside me. The orgasm stretched longer than I expected, wave after wave rolling through my pussy while he continued to fuck me through it.
“Ahhh… nnnn… Arjun… it’s too much… it’s so good…”
He kept the same deep rhythm, hips moving with controlled power, letting me ride the full length of the climax on his cock. Soft, open moans continued to leave my throat with every pulse. My pussy kept clenching and releasing around the thick cock, soaking him, pulling him deeper. For those long, suspended seconds there was no plan, no Goddess, no guilt — only the heavy stretch of his cock inside my orgasming pussy and the man who was finally giving me the complete release I had needed all day.
My pussy was still pulsing around his cock when Arjun’s control finally broke.
I felt the exact moment it happened. His thick cock swelled even harder inside me. The steady rhythm of his hips faltered. A deep, rough sound started building in his chest. His hands, braced on the yellow saree beside my head, curled into fists. The muscles of his back tightened under my palms.
“Sudha… fuck… I can’t—”
He drove into me one final, deep thrust, burying every thick inch of his cock to the root, and stayed there.
Then he started cumming.
A long, guttural groan tore from his throat.
“Uunngh… ahh… fuck… Sudha…!”
I felt the first heavy pulse of his cum shoot deep inside my pussy. Hot, thick, and forceful. It flooded the sensitive place he had been rubbing with every stroke. My pussy, still sensitive and fluttering from my own orgasm, clenched tightly around him in answer, milking the next pulse out of him.
“Nnnh… ahh… taking it… filling you…”
Pulse after pulse of hot cum pumped into me. I could feel each one clearly — the thick jets spilling deep, the way his cock twitched hard with every release, the wet heat spreading further inside my pussy. His body trembled over mine. His forehead dropped against the side of my neck. Low, broken moans kept leaving his throat with every spurt as he emptied himself inside me.
“Fuck… so deep… your pussy is taking all of it…”
I held him tighter, legs locked around his waist, arms around his neck, feeling every thick pulse of cum flood me. The wet heat of him mixed with my own release, overflowing around his still-spasming cock and dripping down onto the yellow saree. He kept groaning softly against my neck, hips giving small, involuntary thrusts as the last strong jets of cum pumped into my pussy.
“Ahhh… nnn… Sudha… I’m filling you…”
He stayed buried to the root, cock still throbbing, still spilling the final heavy pulses deep inside me while soft, spent moans continued to leave his throat.
He stayed still for a moment after the first full thrust, both of us breathing hard against each other. I could feel every thick inch of him — the heavy pulse of his cock, the way my pussy walls clenched around the cock, the swollen head pressing against the sensitive place deep inside me that no one had properly reached all day. My legs were wrapped around his waist. My arms were around his neck. The cool stone under the yellow saree pressed against my back, but the only heat that mattered was the heat of his body covering mine.
Then he began to move.
The thrusts started slow and deep, almost careful, as if he wanted to feel every part of my pussy gripping him. He pulled back until only the thick head remained inside my pussy lips, then pushed forward again in a long, steady stroke that made my back arch off the yellow saree. A soft, broken sound left my throat. He answered it with a low groan against the side of my neck.
“Sudha…” he murmured, his voice thick and unsteady.
“You feel so good… so tight around my cock…”
I held him tighter.
My breasts pressed and shifted against his chest with every thrust. The nipples, still sensitive from his mouth earlier, dragged across the hard plane of his chest and sent sharp sparks of pleasure straight down to where his cock was filling me. Wetness poured out of me around his cock, coating him, making the sliding sounds soft and wet in the quiet cave. My maroon panties, white bra, yellow blouse and white petticoat lay discarded near the wall. There was nothing left between us.
He kissed me while he fucked me.
The kisses were deep and slow at first — lips soft, tongue gentle, tasting me as if he had all the time in the world. Then the hunger rose again. His tongue pushed deeper. His hips moved a little faster. Each thrust became longer, heavier, more deliberate. The wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of my soaked pussy filled the cave, mixing with the distant roar of the waterfall and our open breathing.
“Don’t stop,” I whispered against his mouth, the words leaving me without thought.
“Please… keep going… deeper…”
Arjun answered by giving me exactly that.
He planted both hands on the yellow saree beside my head, raised his upper body slightly, and began fucking me with long, powerful strokes that made my breasts bounce and my pussy stretch wide around him. The angle changed. The thick head of his cock rubbed repeatedly against the sensitive place inside me. Pleasure built higher and sharper with every thrust. My legs tightened around his waist. My nails lightly dug into the hard muscle of his back. I could feel myself getting closer, the unfinished ache of the entire day finally rising toward something complete.
He watched my face while he moved inside me.
“Look at me,” he said softly, almost roughly.
“I have waited years for this… for you to take my cock like this… for you to feel this good around me…”
I opened my eyes and met his.
The guilt, the plan, the Goddess idol, the cliff edge only a few metres away — all of it had fallen silent. There was only the thick cock moving deeper and deeper inside my pussy, the heavy weight of Arjun’s body on top of me, the wet slap of our hips meeting, and the years of held-back hunger finally pouring out of both of us. My pussy clenched hard around him. A soft, helpless moan left my lips. He groaned in answer and fucked me harder, chasing the same rising pleasure I was feeling.
We were completely lost in each other.
On the spread yellow saree inside the dark cave there was nothing left except the deep, passionate joining of our bodies and the mutual, hungry need that neither of us could hold back any longer.
Arjun’s cock was driving deep and steady inside my pussy.
Every long thrust rubbed the thick, swollen head against the sensitive place deep inside me that no one had properly touched all day. My legs were locked around his waist. My arms were around his neck. The yellow saree under my back was already wet from how much I was dripping around his cock. The cool stone beneath the yellow saree pressed against my shoulder blades, but I barely felt it. All I could feel was the heavy stretch of his cock filling me again and again.
The pleasure had been climbing for a long time.
Now it started to tip over the edge.
A tight, hot pressure gathered low in my stomach and between my legs. My pussy began to flutter around his thick cock in small, involuntary squeezes. Each time he pushed in deep, the pressure sharpened. My breathing turned short and open. Soft sounds started leaving my throat without my control.
“Ahh… Arjun…”
He felt the change in me. His hips kept the same deep rhythm, but he lowered his mouth to my ear.
“That’s it… let it come,” he murmured, voice rough.
“Cum on my cock, Sudha. I’ve waited years to feel it.”
The words pushed me higher.
My pussy clenched harder around him. The wet sounds of his cock sliding through my soaked pussy grew louder. My breasts pressed and shifted against his chest with every thrust. The nipples, still sensitive, dragged across his skin and sent sharp sparks straight down to where he was fucking me. The unfinished ache of the entire day — every restless throb, every time I had been left wanting — gathered into one rising wave.
“I’m… I’m getting close…” I whispered, the words breaking.
My fingers dug into the hard muscle of his back. My thighs tightened around his hips. The pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside my pussy until it felt almost painful in its intensity. A long, trembling moan started building in my throat as the first real edge of the orgasm began to take hold.
“Nnnnh… ahh… Arjun… wait… I—”
I was right there, suspended on the edge, my pussy fluttering wildly around his thick cock, the wave about to break.
The wave broke.
A long, open moan tore from my throat as the orgasm crashed through me.
“Ahhh… nnnnh… Arjun…!”
My pussy clamped down hard around his thick cock in strong, rhythmic pulses. The pleasure rolled out from deep inside me in heavy waves — through my stomach, down my thighs, up into my breasts. My back arched off the yellow saree. My legs locked tighter around his waist, heels pressing into the hard muscle of his back. I could not stop the soft, broken moans that kept spilling from my lips with every pulse of my pussy around his cock.
“Mmmhh… ahh… ahh… don’t stop… please…”
Arjun did not stop.
He kept fucking me through it, deep and steady, letting my spasming pussy milk his cock. Each time he pushed back in, the swollen head rubbed over the sensitive place inside me and made the orgasm spike higher. Wetness poured out of me around his cock, coating him completely, dripping down onto the yellow saree beneath us. The wet, rhythmic sound of his cock sliding through my climaxing pussy filled the quiet cave, mixing with the distant roar of the waterfall.
“That’s it… cum on my cock,” he groaned against my neck, his voice thick with pleasure.
“Feel how tight your pussy is getting around me… fuck… you’re squeezing my cock so hard…”
I could only moan in answer.
The pulses kept coming — strong, helpless, one after another. My hands clutched at his back. My breasts pressed and rubbed against his chest with every thrust he still gave me. The nipples, still sensitive, dragged across the hard plane of his chest and sent fresh sparks of pleasure straight down to where his cock was buried inside me. The orgasm stretched longer than I expected, wave after wave rolling through my pussy while he continued to fuck me through it.
“Ahhh… nnnn… Arjun… it’s too much… it’s so good…”
He kept the same deep rhythm, hips moving with controlled power, letting me ride the full length of the climax on his cock. Soft, open moans continued to leave my throat with every pulse. My pussy kept clenching and releasing around the thick cock, soaking him, pulling him deeper. For those long, suspended seconds there was no plan, no Goddess, no guilt — only the heavy stretch of his cock inside my orgasming pussy and the man who was finally giving me the complete release I had needed all day.
My pussy was still pulsing around his cock when Arjun’s control finally broke.
I felt the exact moment it happened. His thick cock swelled even harder inside me. The steady rhythm of his hips faltered. A deep, rough sound started building in his chest. His hands, braced on the yellow saree beside my head, curled into fists. The muscles of his back tightened under my palms.
“Sudha… fuck… I can’t—”
He drove into me one final, deep thrust, burying every thick inch of his cock to the root, and stayed there.
Then he started cumming.
A long, guttural groan tore from his throat.
“Uunngh… ahh… fuck… Sudha…!”
I felt the first heavy pulse of his cum shoot deep inside my pussy. Hot, thick, and forceful. It flooded the sensitive place he had been rubbing with every stroke. My pussy, still sensitive and fluttering from my own orgasm, clenched tightly around him in answer, milking the next pulse out of him.
“Nnnh… ahh… taking it… filling you…”
Pulse after pulse of hot cum pumped into me. I could feel each one clearly — the thick jets spilling deep, the way his cock twitched hard with every release, the wet heat spreading further inside my pussy. His body trembled over mine. His forehead dropped against the side of my neck. Low, broken moans kept leaving his throat with every spurt as he emptied himself inside me.
“Fuck… so deep… your pussy is taking all of it…”
I held him tighter, legs locked around his waist, arms around his neck, feeling every thick pulse of cum flood me. The wet heat of him mixed with my own release, overflowing around his still-spasming cock and dripping down onto the yellow saree. He kept groaning softly against my neck, hips giving small, involuntary thrusts as the last strong jets of cum pumped into my pussy.
“Ahhh… nnn… Sudha… I’m filling you…”
He stayed buried to the root, cock still throbbing, still spilling the final heavy pulses deep inside me while soft, spent moans continued to leave his throat.
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