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Selvam took five minutes before his cock got hard again.
“Your navel hole,” Sevam started.
“What about it?” Rangam rubbed his forehead, that was crushing her breasts.
“I want to fill that deep hole,” Selvam whispered.
“Chi…”
Selvam rolled over again as his cock got harder and began to stroke while looking at her deep hole.
Rangam’s pussy was just drenched in his semen. And he is already preparing another load.
His cock stood hard against his stomach. It glistened with her wetness mixed with the last drops of his own cum.
Rangam lay beneath him.
Her chest heaved. Her breasts were flushed pink from his mouth. The nipples stood dark and swollen.
He positioned his cock head near her deep navel hole and began to stroke.
His hand moved slow. Up. Down. The shaft glistened in the lamplight. His cum mixed with her wetness, slicking his palm.
Rangam’s eyes tracked the motion. Her breath caught.
“You’re so cute,” she said. “Why are you obsessed with my navel?” she smiled at him while getting her navel prepared for a warm load of his semen.
He didn’t answer. His hand kept moving. The wet sound filled the room.
His cock twitched in his fist. The head flushed darker. His balls drew up tight.
He moved his cock head to her navel. The tip pressed against the rim of the hole. Warm. The skin there was soft. Different from the lobes of her pussy.
His hot semen, came in a hurry, and the first rope hit the rim of her cute navel hole.
The semen landed warm against the edge of her navel. Thick. White. It pooled against the skin for a half-second before gravity pulled it inward.
The first drop slid into the hole.
It disappeared. The navel swallowed it the way it swallowed everything. The hollow caught the fluid and held it. The drop sat at the bottom of the hole, white against pink.
Selvam stroked harder. His hand worked the shaft. The wet sound filled the room.
The second pulse came.
Thicker than the first. The rope arced from his cockhead and landed directly inside the hole. The navel caught it. The fluid filled the hollow from the bottom up. Slow. The white-hot cum climbed the inner walls of the hole. The depth was deeper than it looked from the outside. The fluid had room to gather.
Rangam’s stomach contracted beneath him. Her abs tightened. The motion pressed the skin around her navel inward. The hole deepened. The walls closed slightly around the fluid already inside.
“Don’t move,” he said. His voice came out rough. Commanding. His hand never stopped stroking.
She held still. Her breath came short. Fast. Her eyes fixed on his cockhead pressed against her navel. The tip was dark. Flushed. The slit leaked a steady thread of clear fluid that mixed with the semen already pooling inside her.
The third pulse hit.
It was the heaviest yet. The rope came hot and thick. It landed inside the hole and the fluid level rose visibly. The white thick semen climbed past the midpoint of the hollow. The inner walls glistened. The navel held the fluid the way a cup holds water. The shape of the hole contained it. The depth gave it somewhere to go.
Selvam’s balls tightened. He could feel the next pulse building. Deep in the base of his cock. The pressure gathered behind his shaft like something hydraulic.
The fourth pulse came with force.
The rope shot directly into the hole. The fluid hit the bottom and splashed upward. A small wave of white climbed the inner wall and crested the rim on the left side. It spilled over. A thin rivulet of semen ran down the curve of her stomach. Warm. Slow. It traced a path toward her hip bone.
The hole was full now. The fluid sat at the top of the hollow, level with the rim. White. Thick. The surface tension held it in place for one suspended moment.
Selvam stroked. Hard. His hand moved fast. The wet sound was obscene. Loud against the hum of the air conditioner.
The fifth pulse broke the surface tension.
The rope hit the already-full hole and the fluid overflowed. It spilled over the rim on all sides. The white ran down the curves of her stomach in multiple streams. Some ran toward her hips. Some ran toward her ribs. Some pooled in the shallow dip above her pelvic bone.
The navel held what it could. The hole was deep enough that the fluid continued to gather at the bottom even as it overflowed from the top.
Selvam dipped his cock inside her navel hole and scooped his own thick semen.
“Open your mouth,” he said softly.
Rangam’s mouth opened. Her lips parted. The lamplight caught the wetness already there from his cock.
Selvam pressed the head of his cock against her lower lip. The semen scooped from her navel sat thick on the crown. White against the dark of his skin. The contrast was obscene in the warm light.
She closed her lips around the head. The cum hit her tongue. Warm. Salt and musk and something thicker than what had come before. She sucked. The fluid pulled from his cock into her mouth.
She swallowed. The semen went down her throat in a warm pulse.
“You taste so good,” she appreciated.
“You want more?” asked Selvam.
“Hmm, hmm…” She nodded smacking her lips with a smile.
Selvam went back to her navel and dipped his cock head again inside her hole and scooped another thick dollop of his own semen.
The fluid clung to the crown of his cock.
He held it there. The weight of it pulled at the tip.
The surface tension held for one suspended moment before gravity began its work.
He pressed the head against her lips again. The semen met her mouth.
Warm. Thick.
The taste hit her tongue and she sucked it in with a sound that was half gasp, half moan.
“Hmm… so yummy.” she giggled.
She swallowed. The warm pulse traveled down her throat. Her hand found his wrist. Held. Her fingers pressed into the tendons beneath his skin.
“I want more,” she demanded while looking at her navel, knowing there is more in that deep hole.
Selvam’s cock dipped into her navel again. The head pressed against the warm pool at the bottom of the hole. The fluid was thicker now. Cooler. It clung to his skin.
He scooped. The semen pulled up from the hollow in a thick dollop. White against dark. The contrast made his stomach tighten.
He held the head above her mouth. The fluid gathered at the tip. A single drop fell. It landed on her lower lip. Warm. Slow.
Her tongue came out. She caught it. The tip of her tongue pressed against the drop and pulled it into her mouth.
He was about to pull his cock out of her mouth but she grabbed his wrist and pulled his cock back between her lips. Her mouth sealed around the head. She sucked. Hard. The pressure pulled the remaining semen from the hollow of his cock in one thick draw.
She swallowed. The warm pulse traveled down her throat. Her eyes closed. Her hand stayed on his wrist. Her fingers pressed into the tendons.
“More,” she said. The word came out wrecked. Hoarse.
Selvam’s cock was still hard.
She took his cock in her mouth before he could reach for it.
Her lips sealed around the head. Warm. Wet. The pressure was immediate. Her tongue pressed flat against the underside. The vein pulsed against it.
Selvam’s hand found the back of her head. His fingers threaded into her hair. Pushing her head unto his cock.
She sucked. Hard. Her cheeks hollowed. The sound filled the room. Wet. Obscene. His cock slid deeper. Her throat opened around him. The head pressed against the soft tissue at the back.
She gagged. Once. Then adjusted. Took him deeper.
Her hand worked the base. Stroking what her mouth couldn’t reach. The rhythm was faster now. Not the slow worship of before. This was something hungrier.
Selvam’s abs tightened. His thighs flexed. The muscles in his jaw stood out.
She pulled back. The head popped free. A string of spit connected her lower lip to his cock for one suspended moment before breaking.
She looked up at him. Her mouth was red. Swollen. Her chin glistened. The lamplight caught the wetness on her lips.
“Let me make you cum again,” she said. The words came out wrecked. Hoarse. Her hand never stopped stroking.
She took him back in. Deeper this time. Her nose pressed against the base of his shaft. The hair there tickled her upper lip. She held. Her jaw ached. The suction pulled at his cockhead with enough force to make his hips jerk forward.
She released. Sucked again. Harder. The wet sound was relentless. Her hand matched the rhythm. Stroking the base while her mouth worked the head.
Selvam’s hand tightened in her hair. His breathing came short. The particular rhythm of a man approaching something he had not expected to approach again so soon.
She felt it building. The pulse behind his shaft. The vein throbbed against her tongue. His balls drew up tight against his body.
She sucked harder. Her cheeks hollowed to their limit. The pressure built behind her jaw. She held. Her tongue pressed against the slit. Circled the crown.
The first pulse hit the back of her throat.
Thick. Hot. The taste flooded her mouth. Salt and musk and something thicker than what had come before. She swallowed. The warm fluid traveled down her throat.
The second pulse came harder.
His cock throbbed against her tongue. The cum hit the roof of her mouth. She swallowed again. The warm pulse filled her throat.
She pulled back. The head stayed between her lips. The third pulse landed directly on her tongue. She held it there. Let the warmth pool. Then swallowed.
The fourth pulse came with force.
His cock jerked in her mouth. The cum hit the back of her throat. She gagged. Swallowed. The fluid went down warm. Her hand kept stroking. Milking every drop.
The fifth pulse was the last.
Thinner. Hotter. It landed on her tongue and she held it. Savored the warmth. The taste. Then swallowed. The last drop traveled down her throat in a slow, warm pulse.
“You taste so good,” Rangam giggled with his semen smeared all over her face.
“Your navel hole,” Sevam started.
“What about it?” Rangam rubbed his forehead, that was crushing her breasts.
“I want to fill that deep hole,” Selvam whispered.
“Chi…”
Selvam rolled over again as his cock got harder and began to stroke while looking at her deep hole.
Rangam’s pussy was just drenched in his semen. And he is already preparing another load.
His cock stood hard against his stomach. It glistened with her wetness mixed with the last drops of his own cum.
Rangam lay beneath him.
Her chest heaved. Her breasts were flushed pink from his mouth. The nipples stood dark and swollen.
He positioned his cock head near her deep navel hole and began to stroke.
His hand moved slow. Up. Down. The shaft glistened in the lamplight. His cum mixed with her wetness, slicking his palm.
Rangam’s eyes tracked the motion. Her breath caught.
“You’re so cute,” she said. “Why are you obsessed with my navel?” she smiled at him while getting her navel prepared for a warm load of his semen.
He didn’t answer. His hand kept moving. The wet sound filled the room.
His cock twitched in his fist. The head flushed darker. His balls drew up tight.
He moved his cock head to her navel. The tip pressed against the rim of the hole. Warm. The skin there was soft. Different from the lobes of her pussy.
His hot semen, came in a hurry, and the first rope hit the rim of her cute navel hole.
The semen landed warm against the edge of her navel. Thick. White. It pooled against the skin for a half-second before gravity pulled it inward.
The first drop slid into the hole.
It disappeared. The navel swallowed it the way it swallowed everything. The hollow caught the fluid and held it. The drop sat at the bottom of the hole, white against pink.
Selvam stroked harder. His hand worked the shaft. The wet sound filled the room.
The second pulse came.
Thicker than the first. The rope arced from his cockhead and landed directly inside the hole. The navel caught it. The fluid filled the hollow from the bottom up. Slow. The white-hot cum climbed the inner walls of the hole. The depth was deeper than it looked from the outside. The fluid had room to gather.
Rangam’s stomach contracted beneath him. Her abs tightened. The motion pressed the skin around her navel inward. The hole deepened. The walls closed slightly around the fluid already inside.
“Don’t move,” he said. His voice came out rough. Commanding. His hand never stopped stroking.
She held still. Her breath came short. Fast. Her eyes fixed on his cockhead pressed against her navel. The tip was dark. Flushed. The slit leaked a steady thread of clear fluid that mixed with the semen already pooling inside her.
The third pulse hit.
It was the heaviest yet. The rope came hot and thick. It landed inside the hole and the fluid level rose visibly. The white thick semen climbed past the midpoint of the hollow. The inner walls glistened. The navel held the fluid the way a cup holds water. The shape of the hole contained it. The depth gave it somewhere to go.
Selvam’s balls tightened. He could feel the next pulse building. Deep in the base of his cock. The pressure gathered behind his shaft like something hydraulic.
The fourth pulse came with force.
The rope shot directly into the hole. The fluid hit the bottom and splashed upward. A small wave of white climbed the inner wall and crested the rim on the left side. It spilled over. A thin rivulet of semen ran down the curve of her stomach. Warm. Slow. It traced a path toward her hip bone.
The hole was full now. The fluid sat at the top of the hollow, level with the rim. White. Thick. The surface tension held it in place for one suspended moment.
Selvam stroked. Hard. His hand moved fast. The wet sound was obscene. Loud against the hum of the air conditioner.
The fifth pulse broke the surface tension.
The rope hit the already-full hole and the fluid overflowed. It spilled over the rim on all sides. The white ran down the curves of her stomach in multiple streams. Some ran toward her hips. Some ran toward her ribs. Some pooled in the shallow dip above her pelvic bone.
The navel held what it could. The hole was deep enough that the fluid continued to gather at the bottom even as it overflowed from the top.
Selvam dipped his cock inside her navel hole and scooped his own thick semen.
“Open your mouth,” he said softly.
Rangam’s mouth opened. Her lips parted. The lamplight caught the wetness already there from his cock.
Selvam pressed the head of his cock against her lower lip. The semen scooped from her navel sat thick on the crown. White against the dark of his skin. The contrast was obscene in the warm light.
She closed her lips around the head. The cum hit her tongue. Warm. Salt and musk and something thicker than what had come before. She sucked. The fluid pulled from his cock into her mouth.
She swallowed. The semen went down her throat in a warm pulse.
“You taste so good,” she appreciated.
“You want more?” asked Selvam.
“Hmm, hmm…” She nodded smacking her lips with a smile.
Selvam went back to her navel and dipped his cock head again inside her hole and scooped another thick dollop of his own semen.
The fluid clung to the crown of his cock.
He held it there. The weight of it pulled at the tip.
The surface tension held for one suspended moment before gravity began its work.
He pressed the head against her lips again. The semen met her mouth.
Warm. Thick.
The taste hit her tongue and she sucked it in with a sound that was half gasp, half moan.
“Hmm… so yummy.” she giggled.
She swallowed. The warm pulse traveled down her throat. Her hand found his wrist. Held. Her fingers pressed into the tendons beneath his skin.
“I want more,” she demanded while looking at her navel, knowing there is more in that deep hole.
Selvam’s cock dipped into her navel again. The head pressed against the warm pool at the bottom of the hole. The fluid was thicker now. Cooler. It clung to his skin.
He scooped. The semen pulled up from the hollow in a thick dollop. White against dark. The contrast made his stomach tighten.
He held the head above her mouth. The fluid gathered at the tip. A single drop fell. It landed on her lower lip. Warm. Slow.
Her tongue came out. She caught it. The tip of her tongue pressed against the drop and pulled it into her mouth.
He was about to pull his cock out of her mouth but she grabbed his wrist and pulled his cock back between her lips. Her mouth sealed around the head. She sucked. Hard. The pressure pulled the remaining semen from the hollow of his cock in one thick draw.
She swallowed. The warm pulse traveled down her throat. Her eyes closed. Her hand stayed on his wrist. Her fingers pressed into the tendons.
“More,” she said. The word came out wrecked. Hoarse.
Selvam’s cock was still hard.
She took his cock in her mouth before he could reach for it.
Her lips sealed around the head. Warm. Wet. The pressure was immediate. Her tongue pressed flat against the underside. The vein pulsed against it.
Selvam’s hand found the back of her head. His fingers threaded into her hair. Pushing her head unto his cock.
She sucked. Hard. Her cheeks hollowed. The sound filled the room. Wet. Obscene. His cock slid deeper. Her throat opened around him. The head pressed against the soft tissue at the back.
She gagged. Once. Then adjusted. Took him deeper.
Her hand worked the base. Stroking what her mouth couldn’t reach. The rhythm was faster now. Not the slow worship of before. This was something hungrier.
Selvam’s abs tightened. His thighs flexed. The muscles in his jaw stood out.
She pulled back. The head popped free. A string of spit connected her lower lip to his cock for one suspended moment before breaking.
She looked up at him. Her mouth was red. Swollen. Her chin glistened. The lamplight caught the wetness on her lips.
“Let me make you cum again,” she said. The words came out wrecked. Hoarse. Her hand never stopped stroking.
She took him back in. Deeper this time. Her nose pressed against the base of his shaft. The hair there tickled her upper lip. She held. Her jaw ached. The suction pulled at his cockhead with enough force to make his hips jerk forward.
She released. Sucked again. Harder. The wet sound was relentless. Her hand matched the rhythm. Stroking the base while her mouth worked the head.
Selvam’s hand tightened in her hair. His breathing came short. The particular rhythm of a man approaching something he had not expected to approach again so soon.
She felt it building. The pulse behind his shaft. The vein throbbed against her tongue. His balls drew up tight against his body.
She sucked harder. Her cheeks hollowed to their limit. The pressure built behind her jaw. She held. Her tongue pressed against the slit. Circled the crown.
The first pulse hit the back of her throat.
Thick. Hot. The taste flooded her mouth. Salt and musk and something thicker than what had come before. She swallowed. The warm fluid traveled down her throat.
The second pulse came harder.
His cock throbbed against her tongue. The cum hit the roof of her mouth. She swallowed again. The warm pulse filled her throat.
She pulled back. The head stayed between her lips. The third pulse landed directly on her tongue. She held it there. Let the warmth pool. Then swallowed.
The fourth pulse came with force.
His cock jerked in her mouth. The cum hit the back of her throat. She gagged. Swallowed. The fluid went down warm. Her hand kept stroking. Milking every drop.
The fifth pulse was the last.
Thinner. Hotter. It landed on her tongue and she held it. Savored the warmth. The taste. Then swallowed. The last drop traveled down her throat in a slow, warm pulse.
“You taste so good,” Rangam giggled with his semen smeared all over her face.
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