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Neetu came again, her body arching off the bed as waves of pleasure washed over her. This time, Rohan felt his own release building, his balls tightening as the pressure mounted.
 
"I'm going to come deep inside you now," he growled, his movements becoming more erratic. "I'm going to fill you up until you're dripping with my cum."
 
His words seemed to trigger another orgasm in Neetu, her pussy clenching around him as she cried out his name.
 
The sensation was too much for Rohan, with a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself deep inside her and released, his cock pulsing as he shot load after load of hot cum into her already filled pussy.
 
When he finally released finally in to Neetu, Mamta’s daughter, he collapsed on top of her, both of them panting and sweating.
 
Neetu was completely spent, her body limp beneath his.
 
Rohan's heart pounded against his ribs, his skin slick with sweat.
 
The frustration from his earlier encounter with her mom, Mamta, was finally gone, replaced by a deep, satisfied calm of her daughter.
 
He had used Neetu, fucked her hard and long until he was satisfied, all while imagining she was her mother.
 
And as he lay there, his softening cock still buried inside her, he knew this wouldn't be the last time.
 
Not until he had Mamta in his bed, taking his cock the way her daughter just had.
 
When it was over, he held her close, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
 
His heart pounded against his ribs, his skin slick with sweat.
 
The frustration was gone, replaced by a deep, satisfied calm.
 
"Thank you," she whispered, her voice soft and sated. "For everything."
 
"Thank you, darling," he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "For trusting me."
 
"I trust you completely."
 
"Good." He stroked her hair. "Because I'm going to take care of you."
 
He kissed her forehead one more time, then pulled back, adjusting his clothes.
 
His body was sated, his mind clear.
 
The aching need that had consumed him was finally quiet.
 
"I should…" He started, his eyes scanning the room. But then he saw something that made him freeze.
 
Through the small window in the door, a face was visible.
 
A girl.
Maybe short and slim.
 
Pale skin with a delicate dusting of freckles across her cheek.
 
Wide, dark eyes that were fixed on them with an intensity that made his breath catch.
 
She was pressed against the glass, her cheek nearly touching it, her lips parted in a soft, hungry sigh.
 
The expression in her face clearly tells him that she is not just looking. She probably touching between her thighs with her hand and moving in a slow, rhythmic motion.
 
She probably was touching herself.
Watching them.
 
Neetu followed his gaze and gasped. "That's Latha. She's in my class. Oh god, she saw everything."
 
Rohan's mind raced. A witness.
 
But not just a witness, someone who was aroused by what she'd seen. Someone who wanted more.
 
Her eyes met his through the glass, dark and hungry, and she didn't look away.
 
She didn't even blush.
 
She just kept watching, kept touching herself, kept drinking in the sight of them.
 
And then he smiled. A slow, knowing smile that sent a shiver down her spine.
 
Interesting, he thought, his lips curving into a matching smile.
 
Very interesting.
 
He leaned close to Neetu, his voice a low whisper against her ear.
 
"Don't worry about her," he murmured.
 
"I think Latha and we are going to become very good friends."
 
I strongly believe, she will join us one day. 
 
I will make it happen.  
 
  
 
 
 

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Beautiful

Thank you so much

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Sorry everyone I was out of station last few days. That is why I could not give any updates. I came back yesterday night, I will try to give some updates during week.

Thank you for your patience.

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Super update and Rohan is lucky guy 

 
 
 
 
 
Thank you so much

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Anjali

 
 
 
Nice

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Kissing Mamtha

 
 
 
 
Nice Art, Thank you for sharing.

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Anjali - Mamtha

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
This is interesting, this scene will be there as well.  
 
 
 
 

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Beautiful

 
 
 
 
 
Thank you so much 
 
 
 
 

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Update please

 
 
 
 
 I am sorry, I was out of station, that is why I was not able to give the updates during the weekend. I am working on the updates now. Mostly I will give the updates during this week. 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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It's okay man continue fast

 
 
 
 
 
Thank you, yes, I am writing the updates now and I should be able to give the updates during this week.  
 
 
 
 
 
 

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Super updates

 
 
 
 
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Please give more updates.

Thank you, yes I will

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Hi All, I am sorry, I could not give the updates during the week, as I thought and told you that I could. Now I am ready and I will be giving updates today. 

That will start very soon. Please stay tuned. 
 
 
 
 
 

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The College Room, Latha's Seduction
 
The room was thick and warm, heavy with the scent of their tangled passion, sweat and skin and the sweet, musky perfume of release.
 
Neetu lay sprawled across the narrow cot, her body still flushed and trembling from the aftershocks of what they'd just shared, her chest rising and falling in ragged, uneven gasps.
 
Her dark hair was fanned out across the thin pillow, and her skin glistened with a fine sheen of perspiration in the dim, golden light filtering through the dusty window.
 
Rohan held her close, one arm dbangd possessively over her waist, his fingers tracing lazy, absent patterns on the damp curve of her hip.
 
But his mind was already wandering, already reaching beyond the four walls of this cramped, secret space.
 
He know Latha is looking at them through the window.
 
A small, white face with wide, startled eyes, peering through the gap in the curtains like a frightened woodland creature caught in the beam of a hunter's torch.
 
"Neetu," he murmured, his voice soft but firm. "Stay here. Don't move."
 
"Rohan, what are you going to do? " Her eyes fluttered open, dazed and confused.
 
"Trust me." He pressed a quick, silencing kiss to her forehead, then rose from the sofa, adjusting his clothes with practiced ease.
 
His shirt was rumpled, his trousers still undone, but he didn't care. He had to see. He had to know.
 
He walked to the door, his footsteps silent on the worn tiles, and opened it slowly, deliberately.
 
There, frozen in the dim corridor like a deer caught in headlights, stood Latha.
 
She was tiny, barely five feet one, a delicate, fragile thing that seemed almost too small for this world.
 
Her frame was slender and fine-boned, with the kind of narrow, graceful shoulders that seemed to curve inward like a bird's wings.
 
Her skin was pale, almost translucent in the dim light filtering through the hallway window, with a flawless, porcelain quality that made her look impossibly young and impossibly pure.
 
 
 
 

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Her face was heart-shaped, dominated by enormous dark eyes that seemed to take up half her features, eyes that were wide now, round with shock and something else, something that glittered beneath the surface.
 
Her lips were full and pink, slightly parted, and her cheeks were flushed with a deep, rosy heat that crept down her slender neck.
 
Her hair was pulled back in a simple, unadorned ponytail, the dark strands glossy and thick, and a few rebellious wisps had escaped to frame her face in soft, feathery curls.
 
She was wearing a modest salwar kameez in a pale mint green, the fabric light and flowing, but it couldn't hide the subtle curves beneath.
 
She was slim, deliciously so, her waist impossibly narrow, her hips gentle and barely there.
 
But her bust was surprisingly full for such a slight frame, round and firm beneath the modest neckline of her kameez, straining ever so slightly against the soft fabric.
 
The swell of her breasts rose and fell with each rapid, panicked breath, and the way the fabric stretched across them hinted at a softness that seemed almost sinful on such an innocent face.
 
Her eyes were fixed on him, frozen in a moment of pure, unadulterated panic.
 
Her lips were slightly parted, her cheeks burning crimson, her entire body trembling like a leaf caught in a storm.
 
And her hand was between her thighs.
 
It was frozen mid-motion, her fingers pressed against the fabric of her salwar, her palm cupping the warmth of her most intimate place.
 
She had been watching. She had been touching herself to the sight of him with Neetu.
 
"Sir, " Her voice was a high, breathless squeak. "I, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I was just, "
 
"How long have you been watching?" His voice was calm, measured, but his eyes were dark and hungry, devouring every detail of her trembling form.
 
 
 
 

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"I, I don't know, a few minutes, I was coming to find someone else and I heard, and then I saw, " She couldn't finish.
 
Her cheeks were burning so hot they looked like they might catch fire.
 
Her hand dropped from between her thighs as if burned, and she pressed her palms flat against her sides, trying to steady herself.
 
Rohan studied her, his gaze slow and deliberate, traveling over every inch of her slight, quivering frame.
 
She was a study in contrasts, innocence and desire, fear and fascination, virtue and temptation all warring on her perfect, heart-shaped face.
 
Her chest was heaving, the swell of her breasts rising and falling in a rhythm that matched the frantic beat of her pulse, visible in the delicate flutter of her throat.
 
Her eyes were enormous, dark pools of confusion and hidden hunger, and she couldn't seem to look away from him, no matter how much shame flooded her cheeks.
 
"What were you doing here?" he asked softly, taking a step closer to her.
 
The corridor was narrow, and the space between them shrank to almost nothing.
 
"My classmate…" she whispered, her voice barely audible.
 
"The boy with the scared face? Thin and short? The first year? He told me to meet him here."
 
"The one who's always hovering near the library?" Rohan's voice was thoughtful, almost absent.
 
"Yes, sir. He said he wanted to talk to me. He said it was important."
 
"And you came." It wasn't a question. His eyes never left hers.
 
"You came all the way here, to this empty building, because a boy you barely know told you to."
 
"I didn't know what he wanted," she said quickly, her voice defensive, almost pleading.
 
"I thought he just wanted to talk. He seemed nervous, like he needed help with something."
 
Rohan stepped closer still, close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from his body, close enough that she had to crane her neck to look up at him.
 
 
 

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Rohan was so much taller than her, so much broader, his presence overwhelming in the narrow corridor.
 
"Do you know what he wanted to do to you?" His voice was low, almost gentle, but there was an edge to it that made her shiver.
 
She shook her head, her dark eyes wide and unblinking.
 
"Come here." He reached out, his fingers closing around her wrist, pulling her closer.
 
She thought of resisting, but she could not resist, her tiny body swaying toward him like a flower bending toward the sun.
 
Her skin was impossibly soft beneath his fingers, warm and smooth, and he could feel her pulse fluttering wildly beneath his touch.
 
"Look at me," he said, his voice dropping to a low, commanding murmur.
 
She looked up at him, and the innocence in her eyes was almost painful.
 
She was just 18, like Neetu and Anjali.
 
But she look so innocent, so untouched, so completely unaware of the effect she had on him.
 
Her lips were slightly parted, her breath coming in soft, shallow pants, and her eyes were glassy with a mixture of fear and something else, something that burned beneath the surface of her confusion.
 
"He wanted to do this," Rohan said softly, his free hand coming up to trace her jawline.
 
The skin there was impossibly smooth, like the petal of a flower, and she shivered violently at his touch, a sharp, involuntary gasp escaping her lips.
 
"He wanted to touch your face," he murmured, his thumb stroking the delicate line of her jaw. "He wanted to feel how soft your skin is. He wanted to see if you were as beautiful up close as you are from across the room."
 
His hand moved to her neck, his thumb finding her pulse point, pressing gently against the frantic beat of her heart.
 
It was racing beneath his touch, a wild, panicked rhythm that made his blood sing.
 
"Sir… Please…"
 
"Shh… He wanted to feel your heartbeat," Rohan continued, his voice a low, hypnotic whisper.
 
 
 
 

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"He wanted to know that you were nervous. That you were excited. That you wanted him to touch you as much as he wanted to touch you." Rohan whispered in her ears.
 
"Sir…" Her voice was barely a whisper, her lips trembling.
 
"I'm going to show you exactly what he wanted to do to you." Rohan's hand moved from her neck, sliding down to cup her cheek, tilting her face up toward him. "Exactly what you've been missing."
 
He leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear, and she gasped, her small hands coming up to grip his shirt for support.
 
She was trembling so violently now that her legs seemed barely able to hold her.
 
"He wanted to kiss you," Rohan breathed against her ear, his warm breath making her shiver.
 
"He wanted to taste your skin. He wanted to feel you melt against him, just like you're melting against me now."
 
His lips found her neck, pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the delicate skin just below her ear, and she let out a high, breathy moan that seemed to surprise even her.
 
"He wanted to know what sounds you make when someone touches you here," he murmured, his tongue tracing the sensitive curve of her neck.
 
"He wanted to hear you gasp and moan and beg."
 
She was clutching at him now, her fingers twisting in the fabric of his shirt, her body pressed against his in a way that was both innocent and utterly wanton.
 
"And he wanted to touch you here." His hand slid down her side, past the curve of her waist, to rest on the swell of her hip.
 
"He wanted to feel how small you are. How fragile. How completely at his mercy."
 
She whimpered, her eyes fluttering closed, and Rohan smiled against her skin. He had her now, completely and utterly, and he was just getting started.
 
 
 
 

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Thanks

 
 
 
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Is this black Mail or rpar

 
 
 
 
Thank you for your comments. This is not a blackmail or the other you mentioned. Latha was fascinated and excited after looking the live show of Rohan and Neetu. She was surprised to see Rohan's erection for the first time. She is a virgin. The fire is in side her. 
 
Rohan was just fueling the fire.