Yesterday, 04:08 PM
His hand stayed on my wide hip, fingers pressing over the dark green panties through the white nighty. I felt him hard against my stomach. My large eyes opened and met his. Love and guilt and the new heat sat together in my chest. My full lips parted.
“They were rough,” I said, voice small. “Ugly. They smelled. But my body… it got wet. I came. More than once. I hated them and I still came.”
He listened, breathing deeper. His thumb stroked once over the dark green panties, right where my pussy was. The white nighty had bunched higher. My heavy breasts rose under the fresh white bra.
“You came for them,” he said, not angry, just low and intent. “And now you are here, wet again just from telling me.”
He kissed me, open and slow. I kissed him back, full lips moving with his. His hand slipped under the white nighty, under the waist of the dark green panties, and found me already slick. A soft sound left my throat against his mouth.
“Mmmh…”
“I want you,” he murmured. “Right now. Let me feel what they felt.”
He pushed the dark green panties down my thick thighs. I lifted my hips to help him. The white nighty stayed on, bunched at my waist. He freed himself and moved between my legs. When he pushed inside, slow and deep, I wrapped my thick thighs around him and held on, large eyes open, full lips parted, taking him while the love and the confession and the heat all mixed together.
He sank in slow, deeper than either of them had been, and stayed there. My thick thighs tightened around his waist. My heavy breasts pressed to his chest through the white nighty and the fresh white bra. My large eyes stayed on his face. My full lips parted on a soft breath.
“You are mine,” he said, voice low, starting to move. “Even after them. Still mine.”
“Yes,” I whispered. “Yours.”
He thrust gently at first, then longer, the white nighty bunched at my waist, dark green panties already off. Each stroke was steady. My pussy, still sensitive, clenched around him. Soft sounds left me, different from the ones in the godown.
“Ahh… mmmh… Rajesh…”
His hand slipped under the nighty and cupped my heavy breast through the white bra, thumb brushing the nipple until it stiffened. He kissed me while he moved, deep and unhurried. I kissed him back, full lips open, arms around his shoulders. The guilt was still there, but it was smaller now, held inside the way he touched me, the way he filled me, the way he kept saying my name like it mattered more than the necklace ever had.
He rocked into me, slow and sure, and I met him, wide hips rising, taking every gentle thrust while the small lamp burned and the house stayed quiet around us.
His thrusts stayed slow and deep, each one filling me completely before he drew back. My thick thighs stayed wrapped around him. The white nighty was bunched under my arms now. He pushed the fresh white bra up so my heavy breasts spilled free against his chest. My nipples dragged over his skin with every movement. My large eyes stayed open, watching his face. My full lips brushed his between soft sounds.
“Mmmh… ahh… like this…”
“I love you,” he said against my mouth, voice rough with it. “More than any necklace. More than anything they took.”
“I love you too,” I answered, the words breaking on a thrust. “Only you.”
He kissed me harder and moved a little faster, still gentle, still deep. My wide hips rose to meet him. My pussy clenched around his cock, wet and tight. The pleasure built clean this time, nothing like the godown or the narrow bed. Soft sounds spilled from my full lips into his. My hands grabbed his back. My heavy breasts pressed to him. I felt the edge coming, slow and sure, and I did not fight it.
“Rajesh… I’m close…”
“Cum for me,” he said. “Only for me.”
He thrust deeper and stayed there, grinding gently, and the wave rose. My body tightened around him, ready.
He ground against me, deep and steady, and the wave broke. My pussy clenched hard around his cock. I came with a soft cry against his mouth, full lips open, large eyes squeezed shut.
“Ahh… Rajesh… mmmh…”
My thick thighs locked around him. My heavy breasts pressed tight to his chest. The orgasm rolled through me clean and long, nothing like the ones before. He kept moving through it, gentle thrusts, kissing my face, my full lips, my closed eyes. When the last pulse faded he pushed deep one final time and came inside me, warm and slow, groaning my name against my neck.
We stayed like that, joined, breathing together. The white nighty was tangled around us. My fresh white bra was still pushed up. His hand stroked my wide hip, calming. My large eyes opened. I looked at him and felt only the love, the guilt smaller now, held safely between us.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
He kissed my forehead.
“Sleep,” he said. “I have you.”
I closed my eyes again, his body still warm over mine, the necklace locked away, the house quiet, and let myself rest.
He stayed over me a little longer, his weight gentle, his hand still stroking my wide hip under the tangled white nighty. My heavy breasts rose and fell against his chest. My full lips brushed his shoulder. My large eyes were wet again, but not from guilt this time.
“Rajesh,” I whispered, voice thick, “I don’t deserve you. Any other man would have thrown me out. You just held me. You still love me. I am so lucky to have you.”
He lifted his head. His thumb wiped the corner of my eye. Then his hand slid down between us, resting over my pussy, still sensitive, still his.
“This belongs to me,” he said, quiet and sure. “Your pussy is mine. Only mine. If something like today ever happens again—if you ever have to do what you did—you come home and remember it is still mine. They can touch it. They can fuck it. But it comes back to me. Always. Do you understand?”
Love and relief swelled so hard my full lips trembled. I nodded, large eyes locked on his.
“Yes, Rajesh,” I said. “It is yours. Only yours.”
He kissed me, slow and deep. I kissed him back, arms tight around his shoulders, feeling the truth of his words settle inside me more securely than the necklace ever could. The white nighty was tangled, the fresh white bra still pushed up, and none of it mattered. I was his. Completely. And I had never felt luckier.
Regards
Novelist Casanova
“They were rough,” I said, voice small. “Ugly. They smelled. But my body… it got wet. I came. More than once. I hated them and I still came.”
He listened, breathing deeper. His thumb stroked once over the dark green panties, right where my pussy was. The white nighty had bunched higher. My heavy breasts rose under the fresh white bra.
“You came for them,” he said, not angry, just low and intent. “And now you are here, wet again just from telling me.”
He kissed me, open and slow. I kissed him back, full lips moving with his. His hand slipped under the white nighty, under the waist of the dark green panties, and found me already slick. A soft sound left my throat against his mouth.
“Mmmh…”
“I want you,” he murmured. “Right now. Let me feel what they felt.”
He pushed the dark green panties down my thick thighs. I lifted my hips to help him. The white nighty stayed on, bunched at my waist. He freed himself and moved between my legs. When he pushed inside, slow and deep, I wrapped my thick thighs around him and held on, large eyes open, full lips parted, taking him while the love and the confession and the heat all mixed together.
He sank in slow, deeper than either of them had been, and stayed there. My thick thighs tightened around his waist. My heavy breasts pressed to his chest through the white nighty and the fresh white bra. My large eyes stayed on his face. My full lips parted on a soft breath.
“You are mine,” he said, voice low, starting to move. “Even after them. Still mine.”
“Yes,” I whispered. “Yours.”
He thrust gently at first, then longer, the white nighty bunched at my waist, dark green panties already off. Each stroke was steady. My pussy, still sensitive, clenched around him. Soft sounds left me, different from the ones in the godown.
“Ahh… mmmh… Rajesh…”
His hand slipped under the nighty and cupped my heavy breast through the white bra, thumb brushing the nipple until it stiffened. He kissed me while he moved, deep and unhurried. I kissed him back, full lips open, arms around his shoulders. The guilt was still there, but it was smaller now, held inside the way he touched me, the way he filled me, the way he kept saying my name like it mattered more than the necklace ever had.
He rocked into me, slow and sure, and I met him, wide hips rising, taking every gentle thrust while the small lamp burned and the house stayed quiet around us.
His thrusts stayed slow and deep, each one filling me completely before he drew back. My thick thighs stayed wrapped around him. The white nighty was bunched under my arms now. He pushed the fresh white bra up so my heavy breasts spilled free against his chest. My nipples dragged over his skin with every movement. My large eyes stayed open, watching his face. My full lips brushed his between soft sounds.
“Mmmh… ahh… like this…”
“I love you,” he said against my mouth, voice rough with it. “More than any necklace. More than anything they took.”
“I love you too,” I answered, the words breaking on a thrust. “Only you.”
He kissed me harder and moved a little faster, still gentle, still deep. My wide hips rose to meet him. My pussy clenched around his cock, wet and tight. The pleasure built clean this time, nothing like the godown or the narrow bed. Soft sounds spilled from my full lips into his. My hands grabbed his back. My heavy breasts pressed to him. I felt the edge coming, slow and sure, and I did not fight it.
“Rajesh… I’m close…”
“Cum for me,” he said. “Only for me.”
He thrust deeper and stayed there, grinding gently, and the wave rose. My body tightened around him, ready.
He ground against me, deep and steady, and the wave broke. My pussy clenched hard around his cock. I came with a soft cry against his mouth, full lips open, large eyes squeezed shut.
“Ahh… Rajesh… mmmh…”
My thick thighs locked around him. My heavy breasts pressed tight to his chest. The orgasm rolled through me clean and long, nothing like the ones before. He kept moving through it, gentle thrusts, kissing my face, my full lips, my closed eyes. When the last pulse faded he pushed deep one final time and came inside me, warm and slow, groaning my name against my neck.
We stayed like that, joined, breathing together. The white nighty was tangled around us. My fresh white bra was still pushed up. His hand stroked my wide hip, calming. My large eyes opened. I looked at him and felt only the love, the guilt smaller now, held safely between us.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
He kissed my forehead.
“Sleep,” he said. “I have you.”
I closed my eyes again, his body still warm over mine, the necklace locked away, the house quiet, and let myself rest.
He stayed over me a little longer, his weight gentle, his hand still stroking my wide hip under the tangled white nighty. My heavy breasts rose and fell against his chest. My full lips brushed his shoulder. My large eyes were wet again, but not from guilt this time.
“Rajesh,” I whispered, voice thick, “I don’t deserve you. Any other man would have thrown me out. You just held me. You still love me. I am so lucky to have you.”
He lifted his head. His thumb wiped the corner of my eye. Then his hand slid down between us, resting over my pussy, still sensitive, still his.
“This belongs to me,” he said, quiet and sure. “Your pussy is mine. Only mine. If something like today ever happens again—if you ever have to do what you did—you come home and remember it is still mine. They can touch it. They can fuck it. But it comes back to me. Always. Do you understand?”
Love and relief swelled so hard my full lips trembled. I nodded, large eyes locked on his.
“Yes, Rajesh,” I said. “It is yours. Only yours.”
He kissed me, slow and deep. I kissed him back, arms tight around his shoulders, feeling the truth of his words settle inside me more securely than the necklace ever could. The white nighty was tangled, the fresh white bra still pushed up, and none of it mattered. I was his. Completely. And I had never felt luckier.
The End
Regards
Novelist Casanova
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