26-08-2026, 02:22 PM
Meera stepped closer to Shankar until the warm night air between their naked bodies almost disappeared.
She looked up at him for a long second.
In her mind the memories came unbidden:
He was the one who gave me a real job… the one who respected my accounts skills… the one who never forced me the way Ajay’s mission forced me…
Then she pushed the thoughts aside.
This was still a mission.
She sank slowly to her knees on the cool terrace tiles.
Her full breasts swayed as she settled. The emerald pendant hung just above her clean-shaven pussy, catching the light.
She wrapped both soft hands around the thick base of Shankar’s cock, feeling it throb heavily against her palms.
Her lust-filled eyes never left his face as she parted her lips and took the swollen head into the warm wetness of her mouth.
The moment the silky heat of her tongue touched him, Shankar’s head fell back.
His eyes closed tightly.
Fuck… her mouth is so soft… so hot…
Meera swirled her tongue slowly around the ridge of his cockhead, tasting the clean skin and the first salty bead of precum.
She sucked gently, cheeks hollowing, while her right hand began to stroke the shaft in long, firm pumps and her left hand cupped and rolled his heavy balls.
Shankar’s breath left him in a shaky groan.
He could no longer open his eyes. Every nerve in his body had narrowed down to the single point where her lips sealed around him.
Vikram stood a step away, already stroking his own thick cock slowly, watching his younger brother’s face twist with pure pleasure.
Meera took him deeper.
Inch by wet inch she slid forward until the head of Shankar’s cock pressed against the back of her throat.
She held there, swallowing around him, letting her throat muscles massage the sensitive tip.
Tears of effort gathered at the corners of her eyes, but she did not pull away.
He’s so thick… I can feel him pulsing on my tongue… she thought, even as her strategic mind counted the minutes.
Keep him lost… keep both of them lost…
Her hands never stopped.
One continued stroking whatever length she could not fit into her mouth. The other squeezed and tugged gently on his balls, then moved up to cup and lift her own heavy breasts, offering them as if for his viewing pleasure while she sucked.
Shankar’s hips jerked forward involuntarily.
She’s taking all of me… no girl has ever taken me this deep on the first try…
His fingers tangled in her hair, not forcing, just holding on as waves of pleasure rolled through him.
Vikram’s fist moved faster on his own cock.
He watched the way Meera’s lips stretched obscenely around his brother’s shaft, the way spit began to drip down to her chin and onto her swaying breasts.
She pulled back until only the head remained between her lips, then flicked her tongue rapidly against the underside — that sensitive spot just beneath the glans — before plunging forward again, taking him to the root in one smooth motion.
Every time she bottomed out she hummed softly, sending vibrations straight into Shankar’s core.
Her eyes, still locked on his face, were glassy with lust and calculation.
Look at him… he’s completely gone… good…
She released his cock from her mouth with a wet pop, then dragged her tongue from the base all the way up the thick vein on the underside, ending with a soft kiss on the tip.
Immediately she swallowed him again, faster this time, her breasts bouncing with the motion, the emerald pendant swinging between her thighs.
Shankar’s knees threatened to buckle.
I’m going to come if she keeps this up… but I don’t want it to end…
She began using both hands now — one twisting around the slick shaft in perfect time with her mouth, the other reaching behind to gently stroke the sensitive skin behind his balls.
At the same time she pressed her full breasts against his thighs, letting the hard nipples drag across his skin with every bob of her head.
The dual sensation was almost too much.
Shankar’s low, continuous moans filled the night air.
He had lost every sense except the wet heat of her mouth and the soft pressure of her hands and breasts.
She’s not just sucking me… she’s worshipping my cock… he thought dazedly.
No one has ever made me feel this wanted…
Meera felt the first strong pulse against her tongue and slowed deliberately, keeping him right on the edge.
She pulled off again, panting, strings of saliva connecting her swollen lips to his glistening cock.
“You taste so good, Sir…” she whispered, her voice husky, before taking him back inside.
Her own pussy was soaked, thighs slick, but she ignored it.
All her focus stayed on keeping Shankar drowning in sensation.
Shankar’s entire world had shrunk to the tip of his cock and the miraculous mouth wrapped around it.
He no longer knew what time it was, where he was, or that a multi-crore shipment was being seized at that exact moment.
His hands cradled Meera’s head as his hips began to rock gently into her face.
I’m hers right now… completely hers… was the only clear thought left in his mind.
Vikram watched, stroking in the same rhythm, already imagining that same wet heat around his own cock.
She looked up at him for a long second.
In her mind the memories came unbidden:
He was the one who gave me a real job… the one who respected my accounts skills… the one who never forced me the way Ajay’s mission forced me…
Then she pushed the thoughts aside.
This was still a mission.
She sank slowly to her knees on the cool terrace tiles.
Her full breasts swayed as she settled. The emerald pendant hung just above her clean-shaven pussy, catching the light.
She wrapped both soft hands around the thick base of Shankar’s cock, feeling it throb heavily against her palms.
Her lust-filled eyes never left his face as she parted her lips and took the swollen head into the warm wetness of her mouth.
The moment the silky heat of her tongue touched him, Shankar’s head fell back.
His eyes closed tightly.
Fuck… her mouth is so soft… so hot…
Meera swirled her tongue slowly around the ridge of his cockhead, tasting the clean skin and the first salty bead of precum.
She sucked gently, cheeks hollowing, while her right hand began to stroke the shaft in long, firm pumps and her left hand cupped and rolled his heavy balls.
Shankar’s breath left him in a shaky groan.
He could no longer open his eyes. Every nerve in his body had narrowed down to the single point where her lips sealed around him.
Vikram stood a step away, already stroking his own thick cock slowly, watching his younger brother’s face twist with pure pleasure.
Meera took him deeper.
Inch by wet inch she slid forward until the head of Shankar’s cock pressed against the back of her throat.
She held there, swallowing around him, letting her throat muscles massage the sensitive tip.
Tears of effort gathered at the corners of her eyes, but she did not pull away.
He’s so thick… I can feel him pulsing on my tongue… she thought, even as her strategic mind counted the minutes.
Keep him lost… keep both of them lost…
Her hands never stopped.
One continued stroking whatever length she could not fit into her mouth. The other squeezed and tugged gently on his balls, then moved up to cup and lift her own heavy breasts, offering them as if for his viewing pleasure while she sucked.
Shankar’s hips jerked forward involuntarily.
She’s taking all of me… no girl has ever taken me this deep on the first try…
His fingers tangled in her hair, not forcing, just holding on as waves of pleasure rolled through him.
Vikram’s fist moved faster on his own cock.
He watched the way Meera’s lips stretched obscenely around his brother’s shaft, the way spit began to drip down to her chin and onto her swaying breasts.
She pulled back until only the head remained between her lips, then flicked her tongue rapidly against the underside — that sensitive spot just beneath the glans — before plunging forward again, taking him to the root in one smooth motion.
Every time she bottomed out she hummed softly, sending vibrations straight into Shankar’s core.
Her eyes, still locked on his face, were glassy with lust and calculation.
Look at him… he’s completely gone… good…
She released his cock from her mouth with a wet pop, then dragged her tongue from the base all the way up the thick vein on the underside, ending with a soft kiss on the tip.
Immediately she swallowed him again, faster this time, her breasts bouncing with the motion, the emerald pendant swinging between her thighs.
Shankar’s knees threatened to buckle.
I’m going to come if she keeps this up… but I don’t want it to end…
She began using both hands now — one twisting around the slick shaft in perfect time with her mouth, the other reaching behind to gently stroke the sensitive skin behind his balls.
At the same time she pressed her full breasts against his thighs, letting the hard nipples drag across his skin with every bob of her head.
The dual sensation was almost too much.
Shankar’s low, continuous moans filled the night air.
He had lost every sense except the wet heat of her mouth and the soft pressure of her hands and breasts.
She’s not just sucking me… she’s worshipping my cock… he thought dazedly.
No one has ever made me feel this wanted…
Meera felt the first strong pulse against her tongue and slowed deliberately, keeping him right on the edge.
She pulled off again, panting, strings of saliva connecting her swollen lips to his glistening cock.
“You taste so good, Sir…” she whispered, her voice husky, before taking him back inside.
Her own pussy was soaked, thighs slick, but she ignored it.
All her focus stayed on keeping Shankar drowning in sensation.
Shankar’s entire world had shrunk to the tip of his cock and the miraculous mouth wrapped around it.
He no longer knew what time it was, where he was, or that a multi-crore shipment was being seized at that exact moment.
His hands cradled Meera’s head as his hips began to rock gently into her face.
I’m hers right now… completely hers… was the only clear thought left in his mind.
Vikram watched, stroking in the same rhythm, already imagining that same wet heat around his own cock.
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