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Balraj’s thick, rough finger did not stay still on the outside.
He slowly pushed it deeper between the slick folds and began to circle inside her cunt. The finger moved in a steady, deliberate rhythm — in, out, circling, pressing against the soft wet walls. Each slow circle sent a sharp wave of pleasure straight up through Kavya’s stomach.
Her heart jumped hard against her ribs.
“Hmm… pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee… balrajjjjjjjjjjjjjj….. Not thereeeeeeeeeeeeeeee… ohh hhhhhhhhh…”
The long, broken moans poured out of her without control. Her voice was no longer commanding. It was high, shaky, and full of pure sensation. She still kept her arm locked around his head, still tried to hold the winning position, but her body was starting to melt around his finger.
Balraj felt how tightly her wet walls gripped him and laughed low against her breast. Without warning he added a second thick finger and pushed both inside her in one firm stroke.
Kavya’s whole body jumped.
A sharp, helpless cry left her throat. Her hips jerked upward against his hand. The sudden stretch and the deep pressure made her thighs tremble. She could not hold him the same way anymore. The strength in her arms weakened for a second as pure pleasure flooded her. She bit down hard on her lower lip, teeth pressing into the soft flesh, trying to stop more sounds from escaping. Her face turned upward toward the sky, eyes half-closed, refusing to look at him while the two rough fingers moved inside her.
Big, open-mouthed breaths tore from her lungs.
“Hmmm… ahhhh… ahhhh…”
The airy, broken sounds filled the quiet forest. Her bare breasts rose and fell rapidly. The nipple still trapped in his mouth was swollen and wet. Her deep oval navel moved with every desperate breath.
Yet somewhere inside the storm of sensation, one clear thought remained.
This time I cannot be defeated by him. I will not lose.
She forced her arm to tighten again around his head, trying to keep control of the hold even while her cunt clenched and dripped around his fingers.
Balraj felt the renewed pressure of her arm and only smiled wider. He curled both fingers upward and began to rub fast and firmly against the sensitive spot deep inside her — the place that made her entire lower body light up.
The sudden fast rubbing on her G-spot was too much.
“Nooooooo!”
The cry tore out of her, high and raw. Her back arched hard. Her free hand flew down and grabbed his wrist, but she did not pull him away. Her hips moved against his hand in small, helpless circles even as her mouth kept saying no. Pleasure crashed through her in hot waves. Her wet walls fluttered and squeezed his fingers tightly. More clear fluid slipped out around them and ran down onto her thighs.
Balraj kept the fast, focused rubbing without mercy, sucking hard on her nipple at the same time, giving her no space to recover. Kavya’s face stayed turned up to the sky, lips parted, teeth still marks on her lower lip, long shaking moans spilling out with every breath while she fought with the last of her will not to surrender the round completely.
The old man’s fingers owned her cunt.
Her body was shaking with the pleasure he forced on her.
And still, somewhere under all the heat and the moans, the strict officer refused to say the words of full defeat.











Kavya’s mind spun even while her body shook.
What is this man doing? I am pressing his throat so tightly with my arm… he should be struggling to breathe… yet he is still rubbing inside my cunt like nothing can stop him. He is not even trying to break free. He is only focused on what he wants from my body.
The thought made her both angry and deeply shaken. She tightened her arm even more around his neck and head, using every bit of remaining strength. The soft flesh of her underarm and the side of her bare breast pressed harder against his face. She wanted him to feel real pressure. She wanted him to stop.
Balraj only smiled against her skin.
He slowly pulled both thick fingers out of her dripping cunt. The withdrawal made a soft, wet sound. Clear, thick juices stretched between her folds and his fingers in shiny strings. He lifted the two glistening fingers right up in front of her face so she had no choice but to see them.
Kavya’s eyes widened.
Her own wetness coated his rough fingers completely — thick, shiny, and unmistakable. The sight hit her like a slap of pure shame. Heat flooded her cheeks and neck. She was a high-rank IPS officer, trained, powerful, respected… yet here she was, staring at the clear proof that her body had responded so strongly to this old housekeeper’s touch. The juices looked so much. Too much. She felt utterly exposed and embarrassed as a woman.
Balraj watched her shocked, ashamed face with open enjoyment. Then, without a word, he brought the two wet fingers to his own mouth and pushed them inside. He sucked them slowly and loudly.
Slurp… sulrp… sulrp…
The wet, filthy sounds filled the quiet space between them. He licked every drop of her juices from his fingers with clear pleasure, eyes locked on hers the whole time. He made sure she saw and heard everything.
Kavya’s face burned hotter than ever.
I am an officer… a lady of rank… and he is sucking my own wetness in front of me like it is nothing.








Slurp… sulrp… sulrp…
The wet, filthy sounds filled the quiet space between them. He licked every drop of her juices from his fingers with clear pleasure, eyes locked on hers the whole time.

Her eyes closed due to that erotic action.. She forcedly shut her eyes.. But the sounds surlp.... Sulrp.... Sounds make her open her eyes and watching.... And He made sure she saw and heard everything.
Kavya’s face burned hotter than ever.
I am an officer… a lady of rank… and he is sucking my own wetness in front of me like it is nothing.
The shame was almost unbearable. Her lips trembled. She wanted to look away, but her eyes stayed fixed on his mouth as he cleaned his fingers with those loud, deliberate sucks.
Still she did not release the hold on his head and throat.
Balraj finished sucking his fingers clean, then immediately slid them back between her thighs. He pushed both fingers deep into her cunt again in one firm stroke. The sudden return made her whole body jerk.
“Hmmm… ahhhh…”
He began rubbing her G-spot again, faster this time, while his mouth returned to her breast and sucked the nipple hard. The dual attack — thick fingers working deep inside her and hot mouth pulling on her nipple — broke the last of her control over her voice.
Her moans changed.
They became longer, softer, more open. The strict edge disappeared. What came out now was pure submission to the pleasure, even while her arm still stayed locked around him.
“Hmmm… haaa… Balraj… ahhhh… no… hmmmm… yesss… ahhhh…”
The words mixed together — protest and surrender tangled in the same shaky breaths. Her hips began to move against his hand in small, helpless circles. Her cunt clenched and fluttered around his fingers, dripping fresh wetness onto his palm. Her free hand gripped his shoulder tightly, not to push him away, but as if she needed something to hold onto while the pleasure kept rising.
Balraj felt the change completely. He knew she was breaking under the sensations. He could have easily flipped her, broken the hold, and taken the final win. His strength was still greater. But he chose not to.
He wantedly slowed his resistance. He let her keep the headlock. He let her stay in the dominant position on top of the struggle. He kept fingering her and sucking her breast, giving her more and more pleasure, but he deliberately stopped fighting for the physical victory of the round.











Kavya, lost in the heat and the shame and the overwhelming sensations, used the last of her focus. She twisted harder, pressed his head down, and forced his shoulders fully onto the leaves while she kept the flag side of the circle under her control.
She had won the round.
Her body was still shaking, her cunt still gripping his fingers, her breast still wet from his mouth, and her face still burning with the memory of watching him suck her own juices. Soft, broken moans continued to leave her lips even as the realisation settled.
She had taken the win.
But Balraj had taken everything else he wanted — her wetness on his tongue, her moans of unwilling pleasure, and the clear knowledge that he could make the strict officer’s body respond no matter how tightly she tried to control him.
He lay back on the leaves, fingers still slowly moving inside her, and looked up at her with a quiet, satisfied smile....