Adultery Mallu Wife Used by Painter (/W images added)

[Maaran57]

Chapter 34 – On Her Knees


Aadhini knelt on the cool polished floor. The hard surface bit into her bare knees. Her body still trembled from the orgasms he had already forced out of her. Thighs slick. Breasts heavy and tight-nippled. Between her legs a deep, sore pulse continued, wet and insistent.
Maaran stood above her. Only the thick, strained shape of his cock broke the line of his clothing. His eyes were dark and absolute.
“Eyes on me,” he said, voice low. “We’re not finished.”
She swallowed. Her throat felt dry. “Maaran…”
“Take them off. Only your hands. Slowly. I want to watch you unwrap what is going to fill that mouth.”
Her fingers shook as they worked his button free and dragged the zipper down. The metallic sound cut through the quiet. She hooked the waistband and pulled both trousers and underwear down his powerful thighs.
His cock sprang free, heavy and fully hard, and slapped once against his stomach before settling in front of her face. The heat of it reached her skin. The thick, musky scent of him filled her nose. Her mouth opened on its own.
It was thick enough that her fingers would not meet around it. Long. Heavily veined. The swollen head already shone with precum.
“It’s… a lot,” she whispered, voice unsteady.
“You will take it.” He gripped the base and tapped the heavy head against her cheek, once, twice, leaving a warm smear of precum. “Look in the mirror while you do it. I want you to see what you look like on your knees.”
The mirror caught everything: her naked, flushed body; her messy hair and wide eyes; the man standing over her with his cock dominating the frame.
“Start. Kiss it first.”
She leaned in. Her soft lips pressed along the hot shaft, base to head, feeling the heat and the slow pulse of blood under the skin. Her tongue followed, tasting salt and clean skin, tracing a thick vein that jumped under the contact. A low groan left him. One hand settled on her head, fingers in her hair.
The taste of him pulled a fresh rush of wetness from between her legs. She kissed and licked with growing hunger, open-mouthed, saliva already beginning to gather. Soft, wet sounds rose as her tongue moved.
“Open. Take the head.”
She stretched her lips wide and sealed them around the thick, blunt head. It filled her mouth completely, forcing her jaw open to its limit. The stretch burned at the corners of her lips. She sucked, swirling her tongue around the ridge, tasting the steady leak of precum. Both hands stroked the shaft she could not yet fit, fingers slick, unable to close fully around him. Saliva ran down the length in shiny trails.
“Deeper.”
She pushed forward. Another inch. The head nudged the back of her throat. Her gag reflex flared; her throat fluttered and clenched. Tears sprang instantly to her eyes. She gagged softly around him, glk… glk…, saliva flooding her mouth and spilling past her sealed lips.
He gave her only a moment.
“Hands behind your back. Lock them. You use only your mouth now.”
She clasped her wrists behind her. The position forced her full breasts forward and upward. He gathered her hair into a tight fist at the crown of her head and began to move.
He fucked her mouth with slow, controlled strokes, feeding her more of his cock each time. Her lips stretched thin and tight around the thick shaft. Every forward push made her throat spasm. Thick ropes of saliva poured from the corners of her mouth, ran down her chin, and dripped in long strands onto her heaving breasts. The wet, filthy sounds of gagging, sucking, and choked whimpers filled the studio.
Glk… glk… schlck… nn—hh—
Her jaw ached deeply. The corners of her mouth burned. Her throat felt bruised and stretched each time he held her down for several long seconds, letting the head lodge against the tight entrance of her throat while she convulsed and drooled helplessly around him.
“Look at yourself,” he said, eyes locked on the mirror. “Proud woman reduced to this. Drooling. Crying. Throat full.”
She moaned around the thick intrusion; the vibration made his cock jump hard against her tongue. Tears streamed freely down her cheeks and mixed with the saliva on her chin. Her breasts bounced and swayed with every thrust, nipples dragging through the wetness that coated them. Between her legs her clit throbbed in hard, untouched pulses; she could feel fresh wetness dripping onto the floor beneath her knees.
He pulled back just enough for her to drag desperate, wet breaths through her nose. Saliva stretched in thick, glistening strings between her swollen lips and his shining cock. Then he slid back in, deeper, using her mouth with steady, dominant rhythm.
He edged himself with precision. When his breathing roughened he slowed, letting her feel the heavy throb of him against her tongue, then pushed her harder again. Long minutes passed in the same relentless cycle: deep strokes that made her gag and flood with saliva, shallower pumps that let her suck and nurse the sensitive head while her tongue worked frantically underneath.
The physical overload was total. The weight of him crushing her tongue. The burn in her jaw and throat. The constant wet overflow running down her chin and chest. The bounce of her heavy breasts. The aching, neglected pulse of her clit. Her heartbeat slammed in her ears and between her legs.
“Look again,” he ordered, voice strained. “Watch how completely you’re breaking.”
The mirror showed the full ruin: her red, streaming eyes; makeup streaked; lips swollen and stretched into a shiny O around his thick cock; chin and breasts coated in thick saliva; body rocking forward with every thrust. He stood above her, powerful, one hand controlling her head.
“You’re going to make me come,” he said, thrusts turning deeper and more urgent. “Swallow every drop. Not one wasted.”
She whimpered around him and nodded as best she could, eyes hazy, throat working.
His grip tightened. His hips snapped forward with more force. “Take it… suck… use that throat—”
With a deep, guttural groan he buried himself as far as her throat would allow. His cock pulsed hard, flooding her mouth with thick, hot ropes of cum. She swallowed frantically, throat convulsing around the head, glk… glk…, but the volume was too much. Excess spilled from the corners of her stretched lips, mixed with saliva, and ran in heavy streams down her chin onto her breasts.
He held her there until the last pulse faded, hips twitching. Then he slowly pulled out. His cock left her mouth with a thick, wet sound, still semi-hard and shining.
He gathered the mess from her chin with his thumb and pushed it back between her lips.
“Clean it.”
She sucked his thumb obediently, tongue swirling, eyes unfocused. The mixed taste of his cum and her own saliva stayed heavy on her tongue.
Maaran drew her up into his arms. Her body was limp and shaking. He did not soften into praise. He simply held her there, one hand still in her hair, and looked at their reflection in the mirror: a man who had just thoroughly used her mouth, and the woman who had taken it.
Another piece of her had been taken.
And she no longer wanted it back.