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Hi all! I am Aryan from Delhi NCR. Today, I will tell the story of my hot encounter with my cousin. Now, without wasting the time, let’s start the story.

First, let me introduce you all to the characters involved in this story.

Aryan (me):- age 25, male, medium complexion, height of around 180 centimeters. Medium built means neither muscular nor fatty. But my dick size was 7 inches in length when erect.

Tanisha:- my cousin sister; aged 19; height of around 175 centimeters, hot and sexy figure of 34-28-32. Well maintained body with no extra fat. Her most prominent feature was her boobs which are perfectly round shaped with pink nipples. Her facial features were like that of the south actress Anushka Shetty and her physique was like Dani Daniel.

Now, coming to the story.

One day, I received a call from my aunty (Tanisha’s mother) she told me that Tanisha was selected from the pool of candidates for the photoshoot as one of the main models for one of the elite fashion houses for which she needed to visit Delhi for 06 days. And requested me to take care of her as it was her first time as an outstation assignment and that too for 6 days.

Here I must clarify that my cousin Tanisha started working as a model and TV actress when she was quite young, but at that time, my aunty used to accompany her everywhere. But in this scenario, my aunt was not able to accompany her as the fashion house agreed to pay for the transport and lodging for Tanisha only.

Now, on the day of my cousin’s arrival in Delhi, I went to Delhi airport to receive her. As I was waiting in terminal 3, she came out wearing blue jeans, and a sports bra with a denim jacket.

Once she met me, she gave me a tight hug and pecked at my cheeks. Due to her hot figure, her boobs that were put in place by a padded bra, and her sexy perfume, I got aroused and naturally, my dick wanted to come out of my underwear and pants. It was really painful for me to control my hardening dick.

I took her to T3 multi-level parking where I parked my car. Once I kept her baggage, I asked her about the lunch as it was a Sunday afternoon and high time for lunch. She told me that she didn’t have lunch as she came by lCC carrier Indigo and she didn’t want to have that Indigo snacks.

We went to a kebab factory near the airport to have lunch. Once we settled down, I asked her where she was going to stay. She told me the AD agency confirmed her stay at Trident Gurugram.

Once we completed our lunch, we went to Trident Gurugram, completed the check-in process and she settled down in her room.

The next day, I received a call from her and she told me that due to some miscommunication between the fashion house, AD agency, and the hotel, her stay was confirmed only for 2 nights instead of 5 nights. Now, due to some big events in the NCR area, there were no rooms available and she needed to check out on Tuesday.

I asked her to check out and shift to my house as I had a spare guest room that was not in use. Tuesday morning, my cousin came down to my house as the fashion house decided to cancel the shoot for that day due to the goof-up they had done for those outstation models.

Luckily, Tuesday was my weekly holiday. She came to my house and settled down. But there was one common washroom with a bathtub, and sauna in my house which WAS accessible from both THE master bedroom and THE guest room. I asked her to freshen up and went to THE kitchen to prepare lunch.

After completing the lunch preparation, I went to the bathroom to pee, but I forgot to tell Tanisha to lock the other door if she was using the bathroom. Once I entered the bathroom, I got to know that the steam generator was switched on and the sauna was partially filled with steam. I peeked inside the sauna to check, and the scene in front of me made me totally mad.

Tanisha was sitting on the wooden bench totally nude on her towel and with her eyes closed! She was looking like a true sex goddess.

Her body was shining with steam and sweat, the droplets were coming down over her boobs. His boobs were tight, round, and like mangos. The most exciting feature of her boobs was her small pink tight ripples. She was sitting with her hand over her head and her delicious and clean-shaven armpit was literally inviting me. She was sitting with her legs wide open and her pussy which was totally clean-shaven and totally white and was saying, “Hey babe, I am waiting for your rod to enter me and make me cool, I want your delicious meat inside me!!”

I came out of the bathroom without peeing as I didn’t want to disturb her and went straight to my room to have a quick jerk off to empty my balls and to give my dick some rest as it was solid and erected as a steel rod. Imagining Tanisha’s sexy nude body that day, I offloaded a huge load of cum which came out with force and landed on my chest and belly area.

Tanisha came out of her room after her steam bath and shower. She was only wearing a white t-shirt and a small panty. She was smelling truly sexy due to her favorite perfume.

Post lunch, I was in my bedroom and was dozing in a partial nap, as it was my post-lunch ritual. Tanisha came to my room after lunch and was in the mood to have a small chat.

After talking for around 5 minutes, my cousin boldly and frankly asked me, “How did I look when I was sitting in the steam room?”

I was totally surprised as to how she got to know that I entered the bathroom. When I asked her, “How did you know that I entered the bathroom?”

She answered, “I just closed my eyes partially in such a manner that I can see you, but you will not know that I can see you.”

I was totally surprised and lost as to what to answer.

Tanisha then came closer to me and told me not to worry as she will not tell anyone provided I made her happy as she was feeling very horny and wanted to lose her virginity to any person who was known to her, not to any stranger.

Now, I will sign off with this story. Keep updated for the next part as Tanisha loses her virginity to me.

My story begins with one of my solo trips to Banaras. I met a single mom named Simran, who was travelling with her daughter, Poorna.

I’m originally from the southern part of India, but I have been residing in Delhi for the past five years. By the way, I’m Tarun, an IT professional in Delhi. I frequently travel alone to various parts of India for my vacations, meeting numerous fellow travellers along the way.

During a trip to Banaras last year, I met Simran, and we quickly became good friends. Simran, who is in her late thirties, has a well-maintained body and runs her own business. One night in the hostel, Simran and I went to sit at one of the ghats.

Simran said, “It has been so peaceful here to sit by the ghat. Here, life has a different meaning.”

I replied, “Yeah, it is. A lot of things are happening in everyone’s mind. After coming here, I’m also feeling so peaceful. By the way, where was the last place you visited?”

Simran responded, “I’m coming from Ayodhya. Actually, I have gone through a lot of struggles. My daughter had a health issue at an early age.”

I said, “I’m so sorry. By the way, how is she now?”

Simran replied, “She has completely recovered from it. That’s the main reason I came here with her.”

I responded, “So wonderful. Because of it, I got an opportunity to meet a wonderful person. Let’s go for a walk.”

By the way, is this your first trip?

She replied, “No, I have been here with my family before.”

Later, we walked through the ghats. The atmosphere and the body aroma of Simran were making me fall for her deeply. While walking, our hands were touching each other.

I eagerly wanted to hold her hand and walk through the ghats, but I waited for the right opportunity to hold those beautiful hands. Lots of people were walking around us, but my mind was always stuck on Simran.

Late that night, we returned to the hostel. We really enjoyed our time together in Banaras, and although we parted ways after a week, we have stayed in touch ever since.

Through our calls and messages, I made an effort to understand her better. She is an extrovert; if she starts talking about something, it will end up on a completely different topic. Simran bears a striking resemblance to Bollywood actress Sonakshi.

During one of our conversations, she confided in me about her huge crush on a guy who stayed with us at the Banaras hostel. Fortunately for me, he wasn’t interested in her.

One day, early in the morning, she called me, and she was crying.

I asked, “What’s happening?”

She didn’t react to what I asked; she was still crying. Later, she started to tell me about what happened that morning. Her mom had scolded her for going to the gym because her brother wanted his things to be prepared by Simran.

She began to tell me more about her mother, who always scolds her for no reason, even though Simran does all the daily house chores. I listened to her, consoled her, and made her more comfortable with me. She opened up about her life struggles and her previous relationship.

Her previous relationship was disastrous. She had a love marriage that was going smoothly until the birth of her daughter. But everything changed after her birth, as her husband stopped giving her any attention. He came home late from the office, and so on.

Later, I learned about the lack of physical intimacy with her husband. She said that their physical relationship hadn’t happened for the last 10 years. I felt so bad for her. As far as I know, for a healthy relationship, physical intimacy is essential, and its lack was one of the reasons for her divorce.

I offered her my support and encouragement in her business endeavours as well as her matters. These conversations developed a huge crush on her for me, which had already started at our first meeting, even more so because I love dating older women. We became good friends through our conversations.

One morning, she mentioned her plans for a solo trip to Jaipur to explore her life journey. I felt like joining her because her presence made me happy, so I decided to apply for leave from my company. When the day arrived, she reached Delhi in late January, and I met her there.

We had the same flight to Jaipur from Delhi and arrived late at night. We had booked a single room at a hotel. We reached there around 9 in the evening and collected the keys from the reception.

Simran said, “You get settled down; I’ll order something to eat.”

I replied, “I need something light, nothing heavy.”

“Okay, I’ll order. Do you want to take a shower?” Simran asked.

“Yes, I’ll take a shower before the food arrives,” I said.

She ordered some food, and during that time, I took a shower and changed into boxers and a T-shirt.

Simran then said, “Now it’s my turn. I’ll take a shower. Don’t go anywhere. You can smoke if you want to.”

“Okay, you take a shower, I’ll have a smoke,” I replied.

She took around 30 minutes to finish her shower. When she opened the bathroom door, I was completely taken aback. She looked so seductive, also wearing boxers and a t-shirt, and the fragrance coming from the door was fabulous.

Later, the food arrived, and it was good. She started talking about the places we could visit, but I couldn’t stop looking at her face. I felt like I was in heaven, enchanted by her seductive fragrance and the glow on her face. This was her first solo trip, and I had googled some places.

This was my second visit to Jaipur. Eventually, we decided to sleep because we were both tired, but I couldn’t fall asleep with my dream lady lying beside me. She had all my attention. I don’t remember when I finally drifted off.

This is my first attempt at writing, and this story is just an introduction to two people. Your support and feedback are needed for the more exciting part 2. Kindly message and comment at [email protected]. Happy reading!

As I was able to see the open kitchen, I saw the maid entering the kitchen. Both Asha Aunty and the maid were talking animatedly. I saw the young maid on the verge of tears. Holding the girl’s hand, Asha Aunty brought her to the hall and they both stood in front of me.

Asha Aunty: Are you still hard, Rajesh?

Myself: Yes, Aunty. But why are you asking?

Asha Aunty: My goodness, you didn’t lose your erection even after the maid caught us red-handed.

Myself: What to do, Aunty? It’s in the genes.

Asha Aunty: Is your dad also like this? I should have sex with your dad sometime.

Myself: Why my Dad, Aunty. His son is available for you anytime.

Asha Aunty: Shut up and listen. Nafisa wants some advance so that her husband can go to his hometown in UP to visit his ailing mother. I am giving her 10k to keep her mouth shut. She will suck your cock till you cum. What do you think? Are you ready to get a blowjob from my maid?

Myself: I am ok with that. But isn’t she too young?

Asha Aunty: Duffer, she is 20 and a mother of a child. Now take your cock out and let Nafisa suck you.

Asha Aunty, bending down, whispered, “I can’t take chances with her, Rajesh. She may spill out about us to my husband anytime. I will take some pics and videos too. If she tries to blackmail me later, I will show her the pics and videos to her husband if she reveals mine. Understood Idiot. Now pull your cock out,” Saying she stood up.

I pulled my cock out and looked at Nafisa, who eyed it with suspicion. She was wearing a loose blue kurta and matching leggings. Asha Aunty holding Nafisa’s shoulders pushed her down to the floor in front of me and said, “Suck and make him cum quickly, Nafisa.”

Nafisa, kneeling on the floor, turned her head back and said, “Memsaab, I am afraid. It’s too big. Abdul will kill me if he comes to know about this. Trust me, I won’t say anything about you and this boy to anyone.”

Asha Aunty: Randi, I am not giving you money to keep your mouth shut. But to make my boy happy. Make him cum and take your money. Wait, I will bring the money. I know you won’t suck him till you see the money.

Saying, Asha Aunty went to the room. I took Nafisa’s right hand and placed it on my cock. She looked at me with fearful eyes but gripped my cock at the base tightly. Nafisa leaned a bit, and her loose kurta fell forwards, showing her bosom.

I could see her tits clad in a cheap bra and found them quite a handful. Much bigger than Asha Aunty’s. I couldn’t resist myself. Dipped my both hands inside her loose kurta top and caught her boobs on the bra.

“Please take out your hands, Babuji. Memsaab asked only to suck you. I am doing this only because I respect Memsaab a lot. She has helped me a lot of times, and I want to return the favour,” Nafisa said, pleading.

I pulled my hand out and was about to speak. I saw Asha Aunty coming with a 100 Rs bundle and a mobile in her other hand.

“Is Nafisa sucking you good, Rajesh? Don’t get carried away and do all the nasty things with her like you do with me,” said Asha Aunty and looking at Nafisa, she continued,” Here is your money Nafisa. Treat my boy nicely.”

“She is not allowing me to touch her tits. She is just holding my cock and staring at it like it’s going to bite her,” I complained.

Asha Aunty gave the money to Nafisa. She said, “Is it? I know you have bigger ones than mine, come on, show my nephew your tits Nafisa.”

Nafisa’s eyes lit up seeing the bundle. Took it and kept it on the side table. Moving her small hand on my cock in a jerking motion, she said, “As you say, Memsaab. Can I make him cum by hand? I don’t like sucking.”

“No way. You have to suck his cock and make him cum. Why don’t you suck Abdul’s daily,” Asha Aunty said angrily.

Nafisa looking at the throbbing cock in her hand, she said trembling,” I will try Memsaab.”

“First, stop calling me Memsaab. Call me Aunty, like Rajesh. Remove your top. Let my boy see your tits, Nafisa,” Asha Aunty said, standing behind Nafisa.

Knowing that she had to bare her tits, Nafisa took her hand off my cock, holding the bottom of her kurta, pulled it over her head and removed it. Her bra-clad tits were exposed, and she was much fairer under her dress. She was wearing a cheap cotton bra.

The cup size was too small for her boobies. The bra cup was able to conceal her nipples and a little bit of flesh around it. 60% of her tits flesh was trying to pop out of the bra cup edges. I saw her nipples poking out of the cheap bra material. I saw Asha Aunty bending and unhooking the bra.

Nafisa’s boobs popped out, and what a sight it was. They were bigger than I had imagined. They were round and much fuller without much sag. Wider brownish areola and long nipples. They looked very soft and tender, unlike my Aunt’s, which was taut.

As I was enjoying the view, Nafisa covered her tits with her left arm, and her right hand held my cock again.

“Why are you hiding them, Nafisa? Take out your hand, and let Rajesh touch and feel your tits. He came to me after seeing his Madam’s tits and begged me to relieve him. He was about to cum, and you saw us. So now you have to relieve him. Come on, hurry up, my husband will be coming any time,” Asha Aunty egged the cold Nafisa.

Nafisa reluctantly moved her arm away from her chest, gripped my cock at the base tightly and looked at me shyly. I dumbly stared at the gorgeous boobs. I had seen many tits, old and young both. Old women had saggy tits, while young girls had small ones. But Nafisa’s were mixture of both, big ones with no sag.

“Are you going to stare at her tits all day, Rajesh?” Asha Aunty said and sat behind Nafisa.

My hands moved down and cupped her boobs in my palms. I found them to be soft but yet firm when I gave a gentle squeeze. Nafisa moaned and said, “Slowly, Babuji.”

“Slowly, my foot,” Asha Aunty said and gripped the maid’s boobs at the base and pressed them hard. To our surprise, milk flowed out from her nipple pores like a fountain and fell on my thighs. It was multiple jets of milk oozing out from her nipples and making my thighs wet.

“Aree baba. Are you still breastfeeding your child, Nafisa,” Asha Aunty asked.

“Yes, Memsaab. Please stop pressing, I need to feed the baby in the evening,” Nafisa said with a shy tone.

“Ok, now suck my baby’s cock,” Asha Aunty said and pressed Nafisa’s tits harder, pointing the nipples towards my face. Milk fell on my face, and some landed on my lips, and I licked it. I found it to be tasteless, unlike the cow’s milk.

“How is the taste? Do you want to suck her tits for milk Rajesh,” Asha Aunty asked me with a naughty tone.

“I don’t mind, but first, ask her to suck my cock. She is just holding and staring at it,” I said.

Asha Aunty took one tit and, holding the back of Nafisa’s head, pushed her head down so that her mouth was close to my cockhead. My cock was leaking pre-cum profusely. Nafisa took her tongue out and licked the tip of my cock, tasting my cum.

There was no expression on her face, and she licked my cockhead thoroughly, taking all the cum in her mouth.

“Did you like the taste, Nafisa?” Asha Aunty asked.

Nafisa stopped licking and said, “It’s salty but not bad Memsaab.”

“Then take it in the mouth,” Asha Aunty scolded her.

Nafisa brought her mouth down and took my cockhead between her lips. She held my cock firmly just below the head so that Aunty doesn’t shove my cock down her throat. Clever girl, I thought. Her boobs were resting on my knees, giving me a wonderful cushion.

She increased the pressure on the head, putting pressure through her lips. Her tongue was swirling all over the head, licking off the pre-cum. It was dripping profusely. Placing both my hands on her ears, I fondled her earlobes with my thumb, and my remaining fingers caressed her hair.

Nafisa rolled her eyes up to look at me. I saw a mischievous look in her brown eyes. Getting bold by seeing her actions, lifting my ass off the sofa, I pushed my cock in her mouth. She was startled as half of my cock was in her mouth. Nafisa tried to pull my cock out from her mouth but couldn’t as I held her head firmly.

Nafisa looked at me with pleading eyes. I said, “Suck the whole length, not just the head. 10K is a lot of money. I want my full 8 inches in your mouth, or else my 8-inch cock will be down in you. I mean in your pussy. I will fuck your pussy till I cum and fill it up. The choice is yours.”

I saw Asha Aunty smiling when I was threatening her maid. I saw Nafisa’s right hand moving up, holding my balls in her small hand. She stared at me, threatening to squeeze them. I was afraid and knew that she meant business.

Placing my hand on her forehead, I pushed her back. My cock popped out from her mouth which was wet with her saliva. Nafisa fell back on Asha Aunty with her back, pushing Aunty to the floor. Both the ladies were lying on the floor.

Asha Aunty’s hands were under Nafisa’s armpits and were clutching Nafisa’s big breasts for support. Nafisa’s kurta had ridden up her flat tummy, revealing the stretch marks. I could see the panty lines through the thin leggings material. To my surprise, I saw a wet spot on her crotch.

Knowing the maid was horny like me, I got up from the sofa and stood near both the ladies’ legs. Bending down, I held Nafisa’s leggings waistband and tried to pull it down.

“No, I will suck your lund as you say, Babuji. I will take it full in my mouth and suck you till you cum. Please, not my choot. Only my husband has taken me, and no one else. I want to be faithful to my husband. Please,” Nafisa was saying but there was a hint of laughter.

I pulled her leggings down her thighs, revealing her fair-coloured toned thighs. Nafisa was still wriggling her legs, but I pulled the leggings from her feet as Asha Aunty had clamped her legs over her maid’s legs to stop her struggling. I stared at Nafisa’s cheap cotton panties, which were damp at the crotch.

“She is wet, Aunty,” I said, kneeling and placing my right palm over her mound. My middle finger dipped in her slit, making her panty stick on her wet pussy lips. Nafisa moaned when my fingertip dipped in her hole along with her panty. My finger got wet with her juices.

“Is it true, Nafisa,” Asha Aunty asked her maid.

“What Memsaab?” Nafisa said shyly, acting innocent.

Asha Aunty twisting Nafisa’s both nipple’s with her fingers, said, “Don’t pretend bitch. I know you are fucking the Nepali watchman. Doesn’t Abdul fuck you properly? I have seen your husband going to that watchman’s home when he is on duty. If you are horny, allow my boy to fuck you. Trust me, you will like it. I won’t force you to. But you have to suck him till he comes. Sucking or fucking.”

Nafisa was silent for a few seconds. Taking the opportunity, I pulled her panty down her legs and threw it. To my surprise, Nafisa had lifted her ass while I was removing her panty. I saw abundant pubic hair covering her crotch, and it looked like a mini forest down there.

I dipped my middle finger in her hole, which went in smoothly, and I found it to be warm and wet.

“Aah, slowly, babu,” Nafisa said and turning back at Asha Aunty, she said, “Memsaab, ask him to do it slowly.”

“So you are ready to get fucked by my boy,” Asha Aunty asked.

“Yes, he can,” Nafisa said. When I inserted another finger in her, she squirmed and said, “Please, babu, remove your fingers and…”

“And what bitch. Say that you want his cock in your pussy and not in the mouth,” Said Asha Aunty clamped her legs over her maid’s thighs and spread them wide. Nafisa’s pussy lips opened up like petals in spite of abundant forest hairs showing her pink inners.

I got on top of her aligning my face to hers and my cock brushing her crotch, trying to locate the door to heaven. I sensed a soft hand gripping my cock at the base and rubbing the mushroom head all over the hairy pussy. Nafisa was staring at me.

I was wondering whose hand was holding my cock, Aunt’s or Nafisa’s. I was trying to push my cock in but was hitting the wrong places. I was desperate to enter her warm tunnel but not able to. The hand holding my cock was not giving the correct directions.

I saw Nafisa’s hand moving down and held my cock over the other hand. So it was my naughty Aunty trying to help me to penetrate her maid. Nafisa looked at me and gave me a nod indicating me to enter her. Wasting no time, I pushed my hips down, and the cockhead plunged in her spreading her lips wide.

Nafisa was clutching her teeth as my cock penetrated her. I found her pussy tight despite being a mother of a child. I looked down at her, asking for her permission to dive more in her and she nodded.

I pushed more in her, and half of my cock was embedded in her tight wet warm tunnel. Both the hands were off my cock as I entered Nafisa.

“How is her cunt, Rajesh?” Asha asked me.

“My goodness, she is damn tight, Aunty,” I said, pumping more in Nafisa.

“Better than your Aunt’s worn-out pussy boy,” Asha Aunty said, winking at me.

“No way, Aunty. You are totally different from her.”

I pushed the remaining in Nafisa till her forest hairs met mine, and the head hit her cervix. Nafisa screamed.

“Look how she is howling just for penetrating her. I don’t think she will withstand 10 minutes of my pounding. I can fuck you for an hour, and you still ask for more,” Saying, I took my face down past Nafisa and kissed Aunty on her lips.

Asha Aunty pushing me off her lips, she said, “You can take my used pussy anytime, now concentrate on the fresh pussy which is waiting to be pounded, my boy.”

I don’t know what came over Nafisa. She began kissing all over my face like a puppy. Wetting me with her saliva, Nafisa pressed her lips on mine and sucked my bottom lip like candy. I knew she was anxious to get fucked but was not expressing openly.

So I got ready, raising my hips, pulling my cock out of her tight confines till the head and plunged back in Nafisa using all my strength. “Aah, dheerse karo, Bhaiyya. Mera choot pat jayega aise chodege tho. Aaramse karo na Bhaiyya,” (Do it slowly, my pussy will tear.)

Nafisa was howling in Hindi, urging me to go slow on her while I rammed her pussy mercilessly. My cock was fully lubricated as she had creamed again, wetting it. I kept on pounding Nafisa. Not even bothering that Asha Aunty was under us and bearing both our weights.

So I shifted my hands from Nafisa’s shoulders and placed them on the floor, taking the weight of my Aunt. Now my cock was moving in and out of Nafisa’s moist pussy smoothly like a well-oiled piston as she had cummed twice. Nafisa was trembling like a leaf in the wind as I hammered her.

After five minutes of fucking, Nafisa showed no signs of tiredness. I pulled my cock out and looked at her for her reaction.

“Kya hua Bhaiyya. Achhi lagi kya mera choot. Paad do mera choot ko Bhaiyya,” (What happened? Dis you like my pussy? Tear it apart.) Nafisa said, trying to lift her hips to take my cock back in her.

“Stop calling me Bhai. Now, turn around. I want to take you from back. You have lovely buttocks. I want to feel them while I fuck you,” I said. Nafisa tried to get off Asha. But I flipped her around, making her lie flat on Asha Aunty. Nafisa’s big breasts were crushed on Asha Aunty’s flat chest.

I pushed Nafisa’s kurta on her back which was covering her big ass. Holding the bottom of Asha Aunty’s saree, I moved the saree and petticoat upwards. I had to struggle a bit as Nafisa’s legs were a hindrance. But somehow, I bared Asha Aunty’s pussy and legs.

“What are you doing, Rajesh?” Asha Aunty nervously.

“Just lie down, Aunty. I have never seen two pussies so close to each other. I have two wonderful pussies to fuck now,” I said, getting on top of Nafisa and my cock nudging her big ass cheeks.

“Don’t even think of fucking me now. I know you won’t stop soon. Your Uncle may come anytime now. Take Nafisa to the guest room and have her as you like. Not now, please. You can have me leisurely tomorrow as I promised,” Asha Aunty was pleading with me.

I pushed Nafisa’s ass a bit up so I could have access to Asha Aunty’s pussy. Holding my cock, aiming the head at my Aunt’s opening, I gave a gentle push. My cock went into my Aunt’s pussy smoothly like a knife in butter. I found her pussy still wet, maybe because of seeing her maid mating with me.

Asha Aunty gave a loud yelp while I went deep into her. Hitting me on my cheeks, she said, “It’s impossible to control you bastard. Oh fuck, fuck me, mother fucker. Are you going to cum in me or this bitch?”

Moving my cock in and out of my Aunt’s moist pussy, I said, “I don’t know Aunty. Whichever pussy my cock is in at that time, I will shoot.”

I saw Asha Aunty hugging Nafisa’s neck, and their lips were dangerously close. I wondered if my Aunty was going to kiss her maid on the lips, and she did. She lip locked and kissed her maid furiously pulling Nafisa’s head closer. I banged my Aunt while she was busy kissing Nafisa.

I fucked Asha Aunty for a few minutes and saw Nafisa’s unturned ass inviting me to fuck. Pulling my cock from Aunt’s pussy, I dived into Nafisa’s pussy, making her body jump at the sudden invasion of my cock in her body. I plunged deep into her till her soft big ass was touching my abdomen.

Nafisa’s moans were muffled by Asha Aunty, who was busy kissing her. Placing my hands on Nafisa’s hips for support, I started to plough in her from the back. I saw Nafisa’s buttocks jiggling while I went deep in her. I felt her soft ass cheeks and my balls banging the top of her pussy.

I should thank Asha Aunty for providing me with Nafisa to fuck. She had a lovely ass, gorgeous milky breasts and a warm tight pussy. I fucked Nafisa for ten minutes and took it with her stride, not even complaining once. She was sweating a lot like me and we both were soaked with sweat.

Then we heard the car horn from outside, and I knew it was Asha Aunty’s husband. But I kept on fucking Nafisa as I wanted to cum. Asha Aunty heard the car horn and, pushing Nafisa back, got off under her. Nafisa fell flat on the floor, and I kept on fucking her, holding her hips up.

“Stop. Take her to the upstairs room and do whatever you want with her. Now please get up and go inside. I beg you, Rajesh,” Asha Aunty said, straightening her saree and petticoat. She picked up my clothes and Nafisa’s and gave them to Nafisa along with the money which was on the centre table.

Continued in the next part.

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In my previous story, I gave an introduction about my and my cousin Tanisha and how I got attracted to my cousin.

Now in this portion I will narrate the story of our foreplay session, which we enjoyed before penetrating Tanisha and taking her virginity.

Let me introduce you all who are new for this episode with the characters involved in this story.

For the details and features of the characters in the story, please read the first part.

While my cousin Tanisha told me that she wanted me to take her virginity, I was totally surprised and lost. I asked her what she imagined and expected from me as she wanted to lose her virginity to me. She answered that she wanted this experience to be the most memorable one and make it her once in lifetime experience. And also she wanted me inside her and she didn’t want me to use a condom as she wanted her first time to be authentic.

We decided to start our hot session in the evening as I needed to visit the market to get some essential products to make Tanisha’s first experience a memorable one.

After I came back with honey, chocolate, body oil, Vaseline flowers, erotic room spray, rose petals and Russian salad (I had some kinky ideas) along with some very kinky and fantasy stuffs and prepared my master bedroom as a room for suhagraat with the rose petals in bed.

I was sitting in the couch in my room and waiting for Tanisha to enter. After waiting for around 5 minutes, Tanisha entered my room in the most sexy way, wearing just a white bathrobe and her hair open.

She came and sat beside me, I was sitting with only my boxer and topless. Tanisha first put her finger on my arms and came near my ear and in a very sexy tone asked me, “Aur kitna der??”

Tanisha sat on my thighs facing me and put both her legs on my side. She put her sexy and juicy lips on my mouth and started sucking my lips aggressively. I got charged up and started kissing, licking and biting both her lips and entering my tongue inside her mouth.

Tanisha very sexily peeled off the banana which was there in the fruit bowl in front of us, dipped it in chocolate syrup and put it half in her mouth which tanisha held with her lips and offered the other half.

We both were slowly chewing that banana from both sides, when we were in the midpoint, both our lips met like 2 magnets meet when they came in the range.

After kissing continuously for 2-3 minutes, we both stopped as we were panting heavily and we both became breathless.

I loosened the knot of her bathrobe and slid it off her slender shoulder and made it fall down on the floor. As expected, Tanisha was not wearing any underwear or cloth beneath her bathrobe. She was totally nude in front of me.

As I had explained earlier, Tanisha’s most prominent physical feature was her medium-sized tight and perfectly round boobs.

I asked Tanisha, “What’s the secret behind your sexy tight boobs?”

Tanisha answered me, “When I was a teenager, and visited my manager madam X. She told me that in order to succeed in this modeling and acting field, I must get my boobs in perfect size and shape. So, I got boobs enhancement surgery in Mumbai from Dr. Y, who had done the boobs enhancement surgery of many well known celebrities.”

I put my hands on her boobs and started kneading them like I was kneading the dough to make roti. And in between, I was pinching her cute pink nipples. She was shivering and was moving her body like a snake.

After kneading both the boobs, I put my mouth on my cousin’s right boob and started licking and sucking her nipples. Because of all this excitement and being super horny, Tanisha’s nipples became rock solid and erected.

I was licking, sucking and biting her nipples alternatively and Tanisha was hissing and moaning loudly. After the boobs episode, I stood up and she was hanging in my front with her legs tied on my back side.

I took her to my bed and put her gently. I took out the Russian salad from the packet and put 2 scoops of it in Tanisha’s boobs and pussy.

I told Tanisha, “Today, your sexy beautifully sculpted body is my dinner plate, I will lick off the Russian salad off your boobs, pussy and belly.”

This style of serving the dinner is called nyotaimori which is a Japanese style where the food specially sushi is served on the body of naked models but the sushi serving is done by putting the leaves on model’s body then putting the sushi.

But in this case, I put the Russian salad simply on Tanisha’s body and started licking it off her boobs, while licking it off Tanisha’s boobs, I was sucking, licking and biting her boobs. Once I licked off it from Tanisha’s boobs, I transferred the last installment from my mouth to Tanisha’s mouth. My cousin happily accepted that from my mouth and ate it.

Upon completing Tanisha’s boobs and belly, my last destination was Tanisha’s pussy. I put my right hand middle finger in Tanisha’s pussy and started fingering. Tanisha was vibrating and screaming and begging me. I put a scoop of Russian salad on Tanisha’s pussy and slowly licking off her pussy as well as I was tongue fucking her pussy.

After the tongue fucking Tanisha’s pussy, Tanisha started hissing, moaning and screaming as well as arching her body and tightly hold her boobs. I got to know that Tanisha will released her love juice shortly. I put another scoop in Tanisha’s pussy Tanisha release her love juice with an intense jet as a result of it my whole upper body got drenched and my bed sheet got wet.

Tanisha told me, “This is the most intense climax I had experienced till now.”

Keep posted for the next session of our hardcore session with Tanisha and making Tanisha a woman after taking her virginity.

Hello readers, my name is Rohit, and I want to introduce you to my sexy Mom, Sujata. She is 40 years old and always horny. She loves sex a lot and mostly gets humiliated in sex. I used to look at her sexy body at home and masturbate many times.

I am lucky to watch my Mom washing clothes every day in the morning with the top two buttons of her nighty open, showing her cleavage. She used to raise her nighty and tie it to her waist, showing her sexy, dusky legs. She is dusky in colour, and it’s the sexiest color, according to me.

Every morning, she washed the clothes before I woke up and when I sat for breakfast. She comes in with the same wet nighty. It shows her black pointed nipples poking through the nightie. I never missed a chance to look at her cleavage and her huge 34d boobs.

She wears a bra only when she goes out. That, too, she wears the saree below her navel, showing her deep, dusky navel as a treat to all the men in our street. I feel lucky to have such a sexy Mom. I used never to miss a chance to ogle at her bouncing boobs at home.

I tried to touch her ass while she slept as her 36 size ass is so soft and tempting. She has an apple-shaped ass. I am sure all my friends might have masturbated imagining her ass. This incident that I am going to narrate happened after we started our incest relationship.

I never miss the chance to fuck my Mom. My slutty Mom never stopped me every time I go to her for sex. She is always horny and wants my young dick in many ways. She loves the way I humiliate her and treat her rough while I fuck her.

So we got a new neighbour. 3 Mallu boys came to our city to study. They are of my age, around 19-22. My Mom has this kinky fantasy to get fucked by Mallu boys. She told me many times that she likes them. She also asked me if I had any Mallu friends in college and asked me to invite them home.

But I slapped her ass, saying, “I know slut, what you will do to them if they come home. You will worship their dicks like a whore.” My Mom nodded her head and started to suck my dick.

Then I told her, “Why don’t you go and introduce yourself to our Mallu neighbours?” She said, “No, the Mom is too shy to go in front of them.” I fucked her mouth and cum in her mouth. I asked her to take a bath and get ready in a white saree with no bra inside.

She took a head bath as I cum on her head that morning. She still tied a cloth on her head. I saw that she wore her saree about her navel. I went closer to her and pulled her saree below her navel just above till her trimmed pussy hair was visible.

I then made sure the first hook of her blouse was open and made her wear her pallu in between her boobs. So, her dark nipples are visible if we concentrate and watch. She looked so hot in that attire, when I leaned to kiss her she stopped me. She pointed towards the sweets in it.

I went along with her to the door and started to watch from the bedroom window. She knocked on the door and a boy who was just in dhoti opened the door. She smiled and introduced herself by offering the sweets. He asked her to come in.

There, I saw two more boys, one talking on the phone and the other smoking. The guy who was smoking was looking at my Mom with lust. I noticed his dick taking shape in his dhoti. He rubbed it, and I saw my Mom noticing it and smiled at him. Fucking slut, I thought, and I had an erection instantly.

She spent a good 15 minutes looking at the shirtless Mallu boys and then came back. I went to college, and this incident happened one day when both of us were so horny. She was lying on the bed looking at her phone in her nighty. I jumped on her and pulled my shorts away.

I started to kiss her wildly, and she started to moan for my kisses. I kissed her and started to moan, “It is been so long that I fucked you bitch. Are you ready to take your son’s dick, Mom?” I pressed her boobs hard, and I could feel her nipples erect under my palm.

My Mom moaned in a sexy tone, “Yes, master, your slut is always ready for her son’s dick. Give it to me, master.” Listening to her moaning so sexy, I pulled her nipples out, making her scream in pain.

“Yes, master, please be gentle on mommy,” she moaned. I slapped her face hard and said, “You don’t tell me what to do bitch, understood?.” I pressed her other nipple and pulled it, too. “Yes, master, understood,” she moaned.

I caught her chin and said, “Open your mouth bitch, let your master spit in your mouth.” She opened her mouth and moaned, “Yes, master, give me your spit.” I pulled her nightie down to her waist, exposing her boobs.

I sat on her boobs and, bending forward, spat into her mouth. She swallowed it and said, “It’s just like honey for me, master.” Listening to her, I kissed her again and ate her mouth. My hands were playing with her boobs, pressing them.

I slapped her boobs a few times, which made her moan. I caught her hair and raised her neck off the bed. I ordered, “Lick my ass hole slut, I want you to eat it neat and clean.” My Mom responded, “Yes, master, give me that hairy and manly ass hole. I will lick it.”

I positioned myself and sat on her face with my ass hole in her mouth and my balls falling on her nose. As I started to lick my ass hole with her tongue, it gave me intense pleasure. I started to stroke my dick till it was rock hard and burning. I stopped her after some time, and I turned to the other side.

I sat back on her mouth, now my balls in her mouth. I leaned forward and pulled her nightie to her waist from below, too. I saw her well-trimmed pussy neat and leaking. I rubbed my hand over her pussy and asked her, “When did you trim slut?”

My Mom replied, “Just this morning, son, for you only.” I bent down to eat her pussy. My Mom caught my dick and stroked it. She started to eat my ass hole and balls simultaneously. I dug my tongue into my Mom’s wet pussy and started to fuck her pussy.

My Mom was moaning with my balls in her mouth. We had some amazing oral for a few minutes. I ran to the kitchen and brought Ice cream and a chocolate bar with me. I dipped my dick in ice cream and took it to my Mom’s face. She sucked my ice cream-filled dick.

I poured some ice cream on her pussy and started to eat it. We got into the 69 position and ate the ice cream, fully pouring it on our bodies. I licked it from her boobs, navel, pussy and turned her onto her stomach. I poured it on her ass cheeks and licked.

She was moaning so loud when I licked her ass hole. I love her ass hole that I placed my head in and licked her. She was moaning and panting like hell as she was about to cum. I immediately took the Choco bar from the table and pushed it into her ass hole.

It made her shiver, and she squirted her juices all over the bed, making a pond of juices. I pushed the Choco bar a little more and then pulled it out. She gasped for air and turned towards me with her pussy still shivering. I rubbed the Choco bar on her pussy, making all her sticky juices stick to it.

Rubbed it around her nipples and asked her to open her mouth. I made her suck the Choco bar. Then I sucked it by removing it from her mouth as I was sitting with my legs on each side of her. She made me raise a little and pushed the Choco bar into my ass hole.

I shivered for the chill, and then she pulled it out and sucked it. We then noticed smoke coming into the room through the window and realized that we hadn’t locked the window.

To be continued.

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During a solo trip to Banaras, I met Simran, a single mom. We quickly became close friends. Simran, in her late thirties, runs her own business. She has faced numerous challenges, including her daughter’s early health issues and her struggles following a difficult marriage.

Our conversations revealed Simran’s resilience and strength. I developed deep feelings for her, admiring her beauty and spirit. Simran shared her plans for a solo trip to Jaipur to explore her life journey. Eager to spend more time with her, I decided to join her.

We travelled together to Jaipur, booking a single room at a hotel. I was captivated by Simran’s presence, enchanted by her fragrance and the glow on her face. Despite our tiring journey, I found it difficult to sleep with my dream lady beside me.

Part 2:

It was a wonderful morning, waking up beside my dream lady. I rose around 5 a.m. and admired Simran’s glowing face while waiting for her to wake up. I felt like giving her a warm hug, but I patiently waited for the right moment. After about an hour, she woke up around 6 a.m.

Me: Simran, good morning! I hope you had a great sleep.

Simran: Good morning! Yes, I did. Feeling refreshed. So, what are the plans for the day?

Me: Let’s figure it out. There are some forts here that are wonderful to see. By the way, I’ve visited Jaipur once before.

Simran: Okay, let’s get ready first. Would you like to have coffee? I want to have some.

Me: Yeah, I’ll order it. You go and finish your morning routine. I’ll plan where to go first.

She got up and went to the washroom. As she entered, I lay where she had been sleeping. The bed still carried her aroma, which stirred my desire for her. Later, I ordered the coffee and lit a cigarette, waiting for her to finish her morning routine.

After about thirty minutes, she comes from the washroom. I was stunned to see her in a white top and blue shorts. She then asked me to use the washroom. I hesitated to leave the bed after seeing her like this, feeling a rush of arousal. I didn’t want her to notice.

I covered myself with a bath towel and went to the bathroom. It took me about 15 minutes to finish. When I came out, the coffee had been delivered. I was wearing shorts and nothing above my waist. She noticed me and quickly regained her composure after a few seconds.

I saw that she had done some basic makeup and applied a nude lip colour, along with some perfume. She looked even more attractive, her fragrance driving me wild. I tried not to show it and quickly dressed in a red shirt, black shorts, and white sneakers.

Me: You look absolutely amazing in this outfit. By the way, which perfume are you using?

Simran: Thank you. I’m using Victoria’s Secret Tease.

Me: It has an elegant and playful scent. Honestly, it’s intoxicating my mind.

I accidentally let that slip out, but she smiled at me.

I finished getting dressed in black shorts and a printed shirt. By then, the ordered coffee and breakfast had arrived. Simran started to drink hers and called reception to arrange a cab for us to reach the forts.

We finished our coffee and went to the reception, where we waited for the cab for some time. During this wait, I had a pleasant conversation with the hotel manager and took his number. From there, we began our journey, planning to visit forts like Nahargarh and Ramgarh and the Hawa Mahal.

We reached Nahargarh Fort in 30 minutes. She was enjoying her trip, and I was in a daze, feeling like my dream lady was with me. Some tourists were checking her out because of her figure. I took some photos of her on my phone, but really, I was capturing the moments in my mind.

After some time, she said we could go to another destination. From there, we went to Ramgarh Fort, reaching it in less than 15 minutes. While walking, I held her hand. I was unsure if she liked it, but her light smile reassured me. She looked seductively adorable with that smile.

Later, she suggested we sit somewhere for a while. We found a shaded spot where we wouldn’t be noticed. She seemed deep in thought.

Me: Are you here? Let me know what’s happening in your mind.

Simran: (She smiled at me) You always seem to know what’s on my mind. I feel more comfortable on this trip. This is the first time I’m travelling without my daughter.

Me: I understand. Even I’m feeling so comfortable and happy with you.

Simran: I haven’t enjoyed my life before this day. It’s always been work pressure, family pressure, divorce, etc.

Me: I want to tell you something.

Simran: Tell me, I’m here to listen.

Me: I want to be with you always. I want to see you happy and make you emotionally, physically, and intellectually fulfilled. And you are constantly on my mind.

She became silent for some time, and I was a bit confused after my words. I waited for her response.

Simran: I know, Tarun (first time I’m introducing my name), I understand you. Right now, I can’t decide it. I’ll definitely make a decision before we leave Jaipur.

After the conversation, we moved from there to Hawa Mahal. I don’t remember how much time we spent there. We headed directly to a restaurant just opposite Hawa Mahal and had our lunch, sitting there for some time.

She was continuously thinking about what I said to her. I felt bad about it and said, “We both came to enjoy, so don’t think much about what I said. Now enjoy the moments. Let’s see what happens.”

Both of us were silent for some time. And we maintained our space. Later, around 4 p.m., we thought to move from there to our hotel. Patrika Gate is on the way to our hotel, and we spent some time there.

We reached our hotel around 6 p.m. Both of us were tired, and we decided to take some rest. I rested for an hour, and when I woke up, I lit a cigarette and admired her curves and her glowing face. She woke up after some time.

Simran: Let’s go to a pub after some time.

After hearing this, I got excited.

I abruptly said to her, “I’ll check the pubs nearby. Let’s go to a pub by around 8:30. Be ready.”

Now, part 2 is over.

What happened in the pub? Does she respect my thoughts? What happened that night? A more exciting story is coming in part 3.

Kindly comment on the story, and anyone can send feedback to my email at [email protected]. Please don’t ask for the details of Simran.

Hi readers, my name is Jayant, and main Punjab ka rehne wala hu. Ye story aaj se 10 saal pehle shuru hui, jab main 19 saal ka tha. Mere cousin ki shaadi thi, jiska naam Sam tha, and wo Gujarat mein apni family ke sath rehta tha. Uske sath meri kaafi banti thi, aur isiliye uski wife Ritika ke sath bhi mera bahut acha bond ban gaya tha shuru se hi.

Wo bhi Punjab se thi. Mere cousin ka mere paas Punjab aana kaafi hota tha. To meri aur meri bhabhi ki kaafi patne lagi thi. Hum bahut frank ho gaye the ek-doosre ke sath. Main 19 saal ka tha, aur wo koi 27 saal ki rahi hongi. Story shuru karne se pehle main aap sab ko Ritika bhabhi ki description de deta hu.

Height 5’8″ thi, rang saaf tha, Punjabi shareer tha, aur 38-30-36 ka size tha. Ab aap hi socho kya mast figure raha hoga bhabhi ka. Baat to kaafi hoti thi, and baaton-baaton mein hum ache dost ban gaye. Wo apni sab baatein mujhe bataya karti thi.

Main apni sab ladkiyon ke baare mein, girlfriends ke baare mein batata tha. Hum log openly baat kiya karte the ek-doosre se. Pata hi nahi chala ki baaton-baaton mein aadat si ho gayi hame ek-doosre ki.

Uski joint family thi to wo apni family ke kalesh mujhse discuss kiya karti thi. And main jaise uska emotional support ban gaya tha. Hum din mein baat na kare to din adhoora lagta tha. But ye baatein hame dost se kuch zada tak leke jati rahi.

Ek din garmiyon ke din the. Mera phone baja. Maine dekha to bhabhi ka phone tha. Fir main utha, aur bola-

Main: Kaisi ho bhabhi?

Ritika: Theek nahi hu main.

Main: Kyun kya hua?

Ritika: Wahi sab roz ka. Saas ke taane. And mera pati (mera cousin) bhi koi sath nahi deta.

Aur ye baat bol kar wo rone lagi. Maine use chup karaya aur bola-

Main: Arre koi baat nahi, ab jo hai wo hai. Ye sab to normal baatein hai. Ghar-grehasti mein ye sab chalta rehta hai. Main hu tumhara dost. Mujhse baat karke apni bhadaas nikaal liya karo.

Ritika: Main tumhe agar dost se zyada maan lu to!

Main: Maan lo, maanne se kya hota hai. Rona band karo, aur jo maanna hai maan lo mujhe.

Ritika: Main serious hu, mazak mat karo mere sath

Main (kuch seconds chup hoke bola): Main samajh nahi paaya ki aap kya bol rahi ho.

Ritika: Tum hamesha emotionally mera sath dete ho, aur mujhe sunte ho. Mujhe ache se samajhte ho. Tumhari support na hoti to main kab ki yaha se bhaag jaati.

Main: Mujhe samajh nahi aa raha ki main kya bolu.

Ritika: Zyada bachhe mat bano. Jab hum milte hai, tumhari aankhon mein dikhta hai kuch alag mujhe.

Maine Ritika ko kabhi us nazar se dekha nahi tha. But hamesha kuch achi vibes aati thi usse mujhe. Pyaar nahi keh sakte but connection tha shuru se hi hum dono ke beech.

Main: Dekho emotional hoke mat bolo. Maine aisa socha nahi kabhi aapke baare mein. But haa, I do have a soft corner for you. But bhabhi ho tum meri. Agar hamare beech aisa kuch hua, to galat ho jayega sab kuch.

Ritika: Pehle parents ki sunti rahi saari zindagi. Ab apne husband ki family ki sun rahi hu. Meri apni koi zindagi nahi hai kya? Maine tumse jo kehna tha keh diya. Main tumhe dost se zyada maanti hu. Baaki tum jo socho. Mere dil mein thi maine bol di. Tumhe nahi acceptable to its ok.

Main (andar se to laddu foot rahe the mere): Nahi agar tumhe ok hai to main ok hu. Liking to hai mujhe bhi. To ab tum kya chaahti ho (aag to mere andar bhi lagi thi. But sab saamne se sun ke maza aa rah tha).

Ritika: I want to be your girlfriend.

Main: Girlfriend matlab?

Ritika: Zyada chaalu mat bano. Maze mat lo mere. Maine bahut himmat karke bola hai tumhe ye sab. I like you. Aur please tum bhabhi mat bolna aaj ke baad mujhe.

Main (Uske muh se ye sab sun kar khushi se pagal ho gaya tha): To aaj se jaan bulau tumhe “JAAN”?

Ritika: Umuaah I love you meri jaan. Bahut pyar karti hu main tumse.

Mera chhota bhai pant ke andar se khada ho kar salute karne laga. Sorry doston, main apne baare mein to batana hi bhool gaya. Meri height 6 feet hai, and main average built hu. Aur mera lund 5.5 inch lamba and 3 inch mota hai. Kisi bhi aurat ya ladki ko deewana bana de aisa lund hai mera.

Ritika ki baat sun kar body ke jaise current sa daud gaya tha. Ab bas ye dil kar raha tha, ki phone se hi usko kheench ke usko kisses se bhar du. Fir main bola-

Main: I love you too.

Bas itna hi jawaab diya maine jaan-boojh kar. Aag saamne lagi ho to bujha kar maza aata hai.

Ritika: Aur batao kuch? Main khush hu ki apne dil ki baat bol payi tumhe.

Main: Haa, main bhi jaan. Ab aage kya karna hai?

Ritika: Aage kya? Zyada thoughts aage mat leke jao apne. Mujhe kaam hai, baad mein baat karti hu tumse. Love you, muaah.

Ye bol ke usne phone kaat diya.

Main soch mein raha ki ye aaj kya ho gaya mere sath. Maine aisa kabhi socha nahi tha ki saamne se aisa hoga mere sath kabhi. Aur baar-baar yahi soch-soch ke lund aur hard hone laga mera.

Main washroom mein gaya aur conversation soch ke hilaya. Fir jaise burst hua, main bata nahi sakta ki kya feeling thi wo, aur kitna maal nikla tha.

Ab hamari baat hone lagi din mein din mein 4-5 ghante. Hum ya on call rehte, ya chat karte rehte. Baatein dheere-dheere phone sex mein convert ho gayi.

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Meri pehli story hai. Aage line mein aayengi stories aur. Ye aisi stories hai ki hila-hila ke pagal ho jaoge aap sab. Punjab se kisi ne connect hona ho to same email pe ho sakte hai. Agla part jaldi aayega.

Akshita, once a shy sweet girl, is now a successful bold woman, although she hasn’t felt romantic passion in her life yet. She decided to visit her college again, 3 years after passing out. Untouched by a man’s hand, this beautiful vixen was yet to discover a raw passion as she stepped back onto the campus.

Hello friends. This is a real-life incident that I would like to share with you guys here. My name is Akshita (name changed) now 24 years old. I am a single woman, working in a well-established advertising agency in Mumbai. I am very fair, with a very pretty doll-like face. About 5’4″ in height, I have a seductive curvy figure about 34C-28-36, complimented by a toned belly and wide hips.

A few weeks ago, I thought of visiting my old college. It was meant to be a nostalgic memory trip. Just 3 years ago I was a shy college girl, afraid to even talk to my peers. So, having a boyfriend was out of the question. Many guys chased me, gave me dirty looks, and proposed to me, but I never gave in to any of those distractions, because then I prioritized family values more.

As soon as I finished college, I got a decent job. Now, living kilometers away from my family, earning my own living, having a successful career, meeting different people, and city life, all carved a modern chick out of me. But even though I got more bold, I still didn’t feel “The spark” with any guy yet, so I remained a sweet virgin.

I reached my old college during the afternoon, wearing a pink tight tank top and blue skin-fit jeans. For some reason, I did not call up my old friends, just visiting alone by myself. I strolled across the campus, feeling happy and refreshed that I was back.

As I went further, I saw a commotion in the distance, a group of students cheering at someone. As I went closer, I saw a guy with a helmet and riding gear performing cool stunts, showing off. I just thought myself to be back in the college days, as I joined the crowd cheering for the rider. After the performance, the rider just left on his bike.

“That was a good show!” I thought to myself as I continued to roam around the campus.

After an hour or so, I went to the cafeteria to grab some food. I ordered a fruit salad and an orange juice and waited outside for my order. That was when the biker showed up on his bike, walking up to the counter, ordering a coke. As he removed his helmet and coat, I couldn’t help but notice he was quite hot.

He shaved his head and had tattoos on his neck and arms. I always found skinheads immensely attractive and the tattoos were a huge bonus. I just stared at him for a while, until he noticed me, when I just looked away. By then, my order had come, and I got busy with my food.

“You study here?” a masculine voice interrupted my feast as I turned around to see the guy, standing right before me, a sly smile on his face.

“No, I am an alumni, I passed out 3 years ago,” I shrugged.

“Ohh, no wonder I haven’t seen you before! By the way, I am Dheeraj, I am a second-year student here”, he extended his hand.

“Akshita”, I smiled as I shook his hand. I really liked his confidence as he sat down next to me. I offered him a seat, which he took without any hesitation.

The conversation went on for maybe about an hour. Dheeraj was 19, about 5 years younger than me. He was not so keen about his studies though loved bikes. He started riding when he was barely 11, and he was very elaborate when it came to bikes, although he took adequate breaks to compliment how cute my face was, and, occasionally, indirectly hinting I was hot.

I really liked talking to this guy, or even maybe a bit attracted to him. The fact that he was way younger than me somehow had a really kinky flavor to this attraction.

“So, it’s time for me to go. Thanks a lot, Dheeraj. It was fun talking to you”. I got up to leave.

“Wait up? How did you get here?” he asked.

“By bus”, I shrugged.

“Forget it! I can drop you home”, he got up picking up his helmet.

“But it is a 3-hour drive from here?” I tried to reason with him, to no avail though.

Finally, I had to give in, allowing him to drop me at my home. As soon as I got on his bike, he wheeled it by raising the front tires, then shooting off like a bullet. I shrieked as I clenched onto him for my dear life. After a few minutes though, my fear slipped away, and started to enjoy the adrenaline rush as he sped the bike well above 120 km.

Then I wrapped my hands around his body as I felt his ripped body through the thin fabric of his t-shirt. I felt more excited as I leaned onto him, my well-shaped boobs pressing his firm back, not sure if he felt it, or was even aware of it. He kept riding like crazy. Soon, within 2 hours, we reached my house.

I invited him in. My parents were not home, so I conveniently dodged any questions. Then I toured him through my house, showing him around. Finally, we reached the balcony of my room. I was busy talking about how exciting the bike trip was when he came from behind, wrapping his hands around my waist, and pulling me to his strong chest.

I jumped a bit in response. “What are you doing”, I asked in a faint voice

“I forgot to mention, I love riding fine hot girls more than riding bikes”, he whispered back. “Any objections?”

“No….” The bike ride had me thoroughly excited already, somehow the word slipped from my mouth, and I realized I wanted this desperately.

Then he effortlessly picked me up with his hands and carried me inside. Then he threw me on my own bed like a rag doll. I bounced on impact as I fell hard on my bed.

As I lay on the bed anticipating his move, he advanced slowly towards the bed. But both of us were shocked by the shrieking sound of the alarm bell.

“My parents! They’re here already!”, I whispered tensely.

What crazy stuff happened next will soon be up in the next part. Keep looking!

During a solo trip to Banaras, I met Simran, a single mom with her daughter, Poorna. We bonded over shared experiences and challenges. Simran, who resembles Sonakshi Sinha, invited me on her solo trip to Jaipur. We grew closer, and I developed deep feelings for her.

In Jaipur, we enjoyed the sights and each other’s company. I confessed my feelings, and Simran promised to consider them before our trip ended, leading to a more exciting journey.

Part – 3

She got up and went to the washroom to do her work. I lit a cigarette and searched for the pubs near my hotel. Later, I confirmed a pub named ‘Bar and Lounge’ and booked our tickets.

She came out of the washroom and said, “You go ahead and use the washroom. I’ll get dressed in the meantime.”

I replied, “You get dressed first. I’ll wait outside the room and go to the washroom after you’re done.”

She insisted, “No, no, you finish your work.”

So, I took my bath towel and went to the washroom. After some time, when I came out, I was stunned to see her in a red, knee-length, off-shoulder bodycon dress.

This time, I was wearing a short with a brief inside so that she was unable to see my erection after seeing her.

She then said, “Hey, Tarun, close the two buttons in my backside.” I really got happy as well as confused after her words. because of how comfortable she was with me. I went near her as she faced the mirror. She could see my face through the reflection.

But I focused on the buttons, my fingers slightly trembling as I closed them. She then said, “Thank you,” and reached for her perfume. This time, I saw it was Victoria’s Secret Bombshell. I asked, “Should I spray the perfume on you? I have a bit of a fragrance fetish.”

At first, she hesitated but then handed me the perfume and said, “Do as you want.” With an adorable smile on her lips. I felt like giving her a wonderful, lasting liplock. However, I controlled my urges because of the respect we have. Her words left me confused, wondering if there was a double meaning.

Nevertheless, I took the perfume from her hand and sprayed both sides of her neck. Through the mirror, I saw her expression, and she seemed to be in ecstasy. Then, I sprayed it on both her hands. Later, I finished dressing, matching with her in a red shirt and white trousers.

I called the reception and arranged for a cab. We started our journey to the pub, which was just an hour away from our hotel. Upon entering, we went through some entry formalities and received our tags. The pub was filled with couples, and we found a corner to sit and order drinks.

She requested tequila shots while I ordered a peg of double black, along with some food. We repeated our drink orders.

As the DJ started playing, I asked her, “Would you like to join me on the dance floor?”

She looked around, noticing many couples already dancing. At first, she hesitated but then decided to join me. As the dance floor filled with couples, the DJ switched to a salsa song with a vibrant beat. I held her hand and placed my other hand on her waist, feeling her warmth.

Her face was glowing. By the way, she has a well-maintained body with 34 b. I’m an average-built man with an average-sized Indian penis. We danced to the salsa steps, and afterwards, she hugged me and whispered in my ear, “I want to be with you, Tarun. I’m so happy when you’re around me.”

Her words made me feel elated. I whispered back in her ear, “I won’t let your adorable smile fade away from your lips.” I squeezed her lightly, and she said, “This is not the place.” But when I looked into her eyes, I sensed the depth of her feelings. In a split second, we started kissing passionately.

The lioness in her emerged as I licked her upper lip while she did the same with my lower lip. I fondled her ass and kissed her neck, her fragrance driving me wild. We danced like this for some time before heading to the couples’ washroom. Inside, we were both hungry for each other.

I licked her face and fondled her breasts. I made her sit on the European toilet, took her legs in my hands, and removed her high heels, caressing and massaging her calves. Then, I did the same with her other leg. I removed her lingerie and smelled it, enchanted by her scent and the wetness it revealed.

I asked her, “Shall I do oral?” She hesitated at first, admitting she had never done it before. And she said you are the first person who is touching me after my divorce. But then she agreed, placing her right leg on my shoulder. I began kissing and licking her inner thighs, savouring the moment.

She spread her legs wider, allowing me to enjoy her raw fragrance. My other hand caressed the thigh of her other leg. I kissed her just above her pussy, feeling her warmth. I could see the sensation on her face. I licked slowly while my other hand continued to caress her thighs and calf.

She started enjoying my actions, pushing my head more into her pussy. Her well-maintained, shaved pussy and her wetness gave me more energy. I licked her like a cat drinking water from a container, eyes closed, immersed in the moment.

She moaned softly, my hands caressing her breasts over her dress as she held my head tightly against her pussy. Both of us loved every moment. I asked her to remove her dress from above her breasts. She did, showing how immersed she was.

I slowly fondled her nipples, but she winced slightly and said, “Tarun, go gently. It’s been over ten years since a man has explored me. We have enough time to enjoy. I’m all yours, Tarun.” I listened, continuing to eat her pussy, kiss, and lick her inner thighs. The sudden changes in position drove her wild.

I decided not to fuck her in the pub but continued licking her pussy for a long time. After about 15 minutes, she reached orgasm, my tongue working its magic. She got an orgasm after a long time. She got up, hugged me tightly, and whispered, “I love you, Tarun. You are making me so happy and wild.”

“I love you too, my dream lady,” I replied, my erection still high but wanting her to explore me in bed. We got dressed and exited the washroom, where another couple had been listening to us, kissing each other. Simran blushed, and I smiled at them.

We sat back on our couch and ordered another round of vodka and whiskey. She rested her head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arm around her waist. Her happiness was evident on her face.

After some time, the couple we met from the washroom introduced themselves. Siddarth and Tanya, both IT professionals from Gurgaon, were on vacation for a week. I invited them to join us. We had a great time with drinks and conversation. Simran seemed comfortable with them.

Later, we decided to return to our hotel. I texted the hotel manager to arrange my room into a honeymoon suite. Siddarth and Tanya offered to drop us off. On the way, we exchanged numbers and planned to meet again before they left for Gurgaon.

What’s happening in Part 4?
What’s going to happen in the bed tonight?
Who are Siddarth and Tanya?
Will the night bring new surprises for Simran and Tarun?

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Looking forward to meeting new people in Delhi.

I stepped into the sleek office building, my heels clicking softly on the marble floor. A surge of excitement and nerves hummed in my chest. This was a big opportunity. I clutched my story file tighter, feeling the smooth leather under my fingers. I took a deep breath as I approached the receptionist’s desk.

The receptionist gave me a polite smile and asked me to sit on the couch. I glanced at the framed movie posters on the walls, recognizing some of the titles. Just as I was starting to lose myself in thoughts of the pitch, a door opened, and a man walked out.

He was tall, with dark hair neatly styled, and his suit looked like it was tailored just for him. As his eyes met mine, there was a brief, assessing look before he smiled. He extended his hand, and I shook it, noting the firm, warm grip. I followed him.

He gestured for me to sit at a round table. I placed my story file in front of me, trying to project calm confidence. I leaned in, matching his intensity. As we continued to discuss the story, I felt a sense of connection forming. He was engaged, asking thoughtful questions and offering insights.

It was professional, of course, but there was an underlying tension that neither of us acknowledged. As the conversation wrapped up, he smiled, standing up to accompany me out. I walked out of the office. My heart was racing, not just from the success of the pitch but from the undeniable spark between us.

Later, during lunch, we talked about our personal lives and experiences in the industry. The conversation became more flirtatious, with compliments and playful banter. Then, we were in a private room for further discussion. We sat on a couch. He gave me suggestions.

I nodded, considering his suggestion. “I like that.” I leaned forward, my pen scribbling furiously as new ideas flowed, the words capturing the emotions I wanted to convey. The soft fabric of my yellow dress clung to my skin, a subtle reminder of the warmth in the room.

I felt at ease, yet there was an electric tension in the air that I couldn’t quite place. I noticed him watching me. His eyes lingered on me, tracing the curve of my collarbone exposed by the neckline of my dress. It was a small detail, but I could feel his gaze like a caress, warm and lingering.

My breath hitched for a moment, my hand pausing mid-word as a shiver ran down my spine. He smiled, a slow, approving smile that made my pulse quicken. There it was again, that undercurrent of something more in his voice. I could feel the energy between us, charged and electric, like a live wire.

I swallowed, trying to keep my focus on the script in front of me. But the way he looked at me—intense, interested—was distracting.

“You really get this story,” he said, leaning forward slightly. His eyes held mine, unwavering.

“I don’t know anyone else like this erotic storytelling. It’s not just the physical. It’s psychological, the push and pull.”

I felt a blush of warmth at his words. “Thank you.”

He nodded, but his gaze didn’t leave mine, as in the scene where the characters are alone for the first time, with so much electricity in the room. I looked up, meeting his gaze. There was a spark in his eyes, a challenge. He smiled, slow and knowing.

“We should definitely explore that idea,” he said.

“You know,” he said, his voice lower than usual, “the way you describe the characters’ interactions. It’s almost like you’re living it yourself.”

I looked up, catching his gaze, and replied, my voice barely above a whisper, “If I can’t feel it, I can’t make others feel it.”

His eyes lingered on mine, a spark of something more in his expression. “I can tell. It’s real. You make it real,” he said.

I swallowed, the air between us feeling charged. “Thank you. That means a lot.”

It was just him and me, connected by an invisible thread of attraction and understanding. I couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking, what he saw when he looked at me like that. The air seemed charged with unspoken words, with possibilities that made my heart race.

He took a step closer, and I felt my breath catch in my throat. “You know, I’ve been thinking about what you said earlier. About the tension in those scenes. It’s like a dance, isn’t it?”

I nodded, trying to keep my voice steady. “Yes, it’s about the tension, the moments that almost happen but don’t.”

He was so close now that I could see the tiny dots of gold in his eyes. “Exactly. And sometimes, it’s almost touch, that almost-kiss, that’s the most powerful.”

Slowly, he reached out and gently brushed a stray lock of hair behind my ear. His fingers brushed my skin, sending a shiver down my spine.

“I think we’ve built up quite a bit of tension today,” he said, his voice hushed and filled with a different kind of intensity.

I nodded, unable to tear my eyes away from his. “We have. It’s been electric.”

He took another step closer, his hand lingering near my face, his thumb lightly grazing my cheek. “Then maybe it’s time we let some of that tension out.”

Before I could respond, he leaned in, his lips brushing against mine in a feather-light kiss. My heart pounded in my chest, and I felt a rush of warmth spread through me. The kiss was tentative at first, a question rather than an assertion.

But when I responded, the kiss deepened, becoming more insistent and passionate. His hands framed my face, pulling me closer, and I melted against him. He guided me gently backwards until I felt the edge of the desk against my legs.

We broke the kiss momentarily, our breaths mingling in the air. “Sorry,” he said, his voice barely more than a whisper.

I looked into his eyes, seeing the same hunger and longing mirrored in his gaze. “Yes,” I breathed, “more than okay.”

He came more forward to me. “Rahul,” I said, my voice trembling slightly, “I’m not comfortable doing this here. It’s, too.”

“I understand,” he said, his tone sincere. “My wife is at home—”

I cut him off, feeling a flush of embarrassment. “I’m staying at a lodge nearby.”

His eyes widened with a mix of surprise and relief. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Alright. Let’s go.”

When we arrived at the lodge, the cosy building offered the perfect shelter. I unlocked the door and led him inside. His touch was gentle as he closed the door behind us. I could feel the weight of the day melting away, replaced by a new kind of electricity.

As he approached me, I could sense the shift in our dynamic. I turned to see him, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my breath trap. Before I could say anything, he closed the distance between us and pulled me into a tight embrace.

We moved together, and suddenly, I felt the edge of the bed press against the back of my knees. In an unexpected motion, I stumbled and fell backwards onto the bed. He hovered over me for a moment, his eyes dark and full of desire. But I quickly pushed him away, a playful smile tugging at my lips.

He chuckled, sitting beside me at the edge of the bed.

“You’re full of surprises,” he said, a teasing lilt in his voice.

I smiled, trying to steady my racing heart. “You could say the same about yourself.”

His gaze softened, and he reached out to gently tuck a stray lock of hair behind my ear.

“You know,” he began, his voice low and earnest, “The script you wrote. The scene the way you described it, it was so vivid, so captivating.”

I looked down, feeling both embarrassed and pleased. “I’m glad you liked it.”

He continued, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “I loved the way you wrote about their first kiss. How it was slow and gentle at first, then grew more intense. It made me want to taste you, to feel that same urgency and desire.”

I felt my pulse quicken, my skin tingling with anticipation. “And what else did you like?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

His eyes darkened with desire. “The way you described their bodies moving together, how they couldn’t get enough of each other it was so raw, so honest. It made me want to hold you, to feel your skin against mine, to hear you whisper my name in that breathless way.”

My cheeks flushed, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through me. “Rahul, you’re making it hard to focus,” I said, my voice trembling slightly.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. “That’s the point,” he murmured, his breath warm against my skin.

“I want you to feel the same way I did when I read your words—completely consumed, unable to think of anything else but us together.”

His words sent a shiver down my spine, “Then show me,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “Show me how much you liked it.”

His lips curled into a knowing smile, and he gently cupped my face in his hands, his eyes never leaving mine.

“With pleasure,” he whispered, and then his lips were on mine, soft and insistent, igniting a fire that burned through every thread of my being.

We moved to the centre bed, positioned close to each other. I leaned back against his shoulder on his lap — sidewise, feeling the warmth of his body through his shirt. His hands gently rested on my waist, pulling me closer.

I was wearing a short, sleeveless yellow dress, and the soft fabric brushed against my skin. His arms wrapped around me, and I felt his steady breath on my neck. He reached out, and I felt a flutter in my stomach as his hands gently cupped my breasts.

His touch was warm and soft. I closed my eyes, savouring the sensation. Our lips met in a kiss. His lips were soft, and the kiss felt like a sweet, slow dance. I could feel my heart racing, and I kissed him back eagerly. Our tongues met, and I giggled, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.

It was playful, and yet there was something deeper, a spark that made my whole body come alive. He pulled back slightly. His hands returned to my breast, in between his hands, squeezing them gently. I gasped at the feeling, a soft moan escaping my lips.

“That feels nice,” I whispered, my voice barely above a breath. He leaned down, kissing my neck. His lips were soft, and each kiss sent a wave of warmth through me. I tilted my head back, giving him better access. “Rahul,” I murmured, feeling a mix of longing and anticipation.

“You feel so nice,” he said softly in my ear. His hands moved down and gently held my breasts. I felt a rush of warmth and excitement and closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling. He leaned in and kissed my neck softly. I tilted my head to give him more room, and each kiss made me feel tingly and happy.

His kisses became playful, and his breath tickled my skin. I couldn’t help but giggle, feeling light and joyful. As he kissed my shoulder, I felt sparks of pleasure. His hands kept moving gently on my body, making me feel good all over. He gently turned me around so we were face to face.

He pulled me close, and I felt the comforting press of his body against mine. “I love being this close to you,” he whispered, his breath warm against my ear. I smiled, feeling a deep sense of connection.

“Me too,” I replied softly, my arms wrapping around his neck.

His hands moved down my back, tracing the curves of my body before moving back up to my chest. He touched my breasts again, this time with a bit more urgency. I bit my lip, trying to suppress a moan, but it escaped anyway.

“You make me feel so good,” I whispered, looking into his eyes. His gaze was intense, filled with a mix of love and desire.

He leaned down and kissed the top of my chest, just above the neckline of my dress.

“Your skin is so soft,” he murmured, kissing lower. I closed my eyes, losing myself in the sensation. It felt so good like I was floating.

I pulled him up for another kiss, our lips meeting passionately. “I can’t get enough of you,” I whispered against his lips. He smiled, a look of pure joy spreading across his face.

“Neither can I,” he replied, his voice deep and sincere. His lips moved down again, kissing the exposed skin above my breasts.

“Rahul, that feels amazing,” I whispered, my voice breathless.

He continued to kiss me, each touch igniting a fire within me that made everything else fade away. At that moment, it felt like there was nothing else in the world but us, wrapped up in each other’s arms. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer.

He pulled back for a moment, looking into my eyes with a hungry look. I could see how much he wanted me, and it made me feel special. He leaned in again, kissing me tenderly but with need. Our bodies were pressed together, and I felt completely lost in the moment.

His kisses moved from my lips down to my neck, each one making me feel wonderful. I held onto him tightly, enjoying every second. With a deliberate, slow movement, he eased my top down, the fabric whispering against my skin as it glided away.

I helped him unbutton his shirt. His bare chest pressed firmly against mine. The contrast between his heat and the cool air heightened my senses. His lips began their irresistible downhill, teasing through the delicate fabric of my bra. I panted softly, the feeling sending waves of pleasure through me.

With a deft touch, he unclasped the bra, allowing it to fall away. His eyes roamed over my naked form, dimming with a mix of awe and hunger.

“You’re breathtaking,” he murmured, his voice rough with admiration. His gaze lingered, tracing every curve of my body as though he were etching it into his memory.

A flush of warmth spread across my cheeks at his words, and I found myself smiling, a mix of shyness and excitement.

“You really think so?” I breathed, my voice trembling with a mix of vulnerability and desire.

“Absolutely,” he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear. “You’re more than I ever imagined. I want to explore every inch of you.”

His mouth found my exposed nipples, his kisses slow and deliberate, each touch sending shivers down my spine. I arched my back, unable to hold back the moans that escaped my lips. The sensation was almost overwhelming, every kiss a delicious shock that left me yearning for more.

He guided me gently onto the bed, his weight a comforting presence that contrasted with the heat of his touch. As his hands roamed over my body, each caress was an exploration, a respectful appreciation of the beauty before him. I closed my eyes, letting my mind drift into a cloud of bliss.

In the midst of the intoxicating blend of his touch and whispered praises, my thoughts were a whirl of sensation and pleasure. ‘This is what I’ve been dreaming of,’ I thought, losing myself in the moment. His touch, his admiration—it’s all more than I ever hoped for.

His lips continued their passionate journey. I surrendered completely, enveloped in the pleasure that consumed me. His hands roamed lower, exploring every inch of my skin with a worshipful touch. I could feel his breath on my inner thighs, a warm, irresistible presence that heightened my anticipation.

As his fingers neared the sensitive folds of my pussy, I gasped, my body instinctively arching towards him. He paused for a moment, his touch feather-light, as if savouring the anticipation. His gaze met mine, and he gave me a reassuring smile, his eyes filled with adoration.

“Tell me what you want,” he murmured, his voice a deep, soothing caress.

I swallowed hard, my voice barely a whisper. “Please. touch me.”

With a gentle touch, he began to explore, his fingers gliding over my wetness with practised ease. He traced slow, deliberate circles, his touch igniting an intense pleasure in me. My breath quickened as he continued, his movements deliberate and measured, gauging my reactions with each tender stroke.

His fingers parted my folds, and I felt a soft pressure as he touched me where I needed him most. I gasped, my body trembling with each stroke, the pleasure building in intensity. Every touch, every caress, seemed to deepen the connection between us, making my moans more urgent, more desperate.

He leaned in, his breath warm against my ear as he whispered, “I want to be inside you. I need to feel you.”

I nodded, unable to form words, lost in the haze of pleasure that enveloped me. He positioned himself carefully, his gaze never leaving mine, and slowly entered me. The sensation of him filling me was beautiful, a perfect blend of heat and pressure that made me gasp and moan.

As he began to move, our bodies found a rhythm. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure crashing through me. This feels incredible, I thought, overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensations. Every move, every touch is driving me wild.

He looked into my eyes, his expression a mix of passion and concern. “How does this feel?” he asked, his voice a deep, rumbling whisper.

“It’s amazing,” I managed to breathe out, my voice trembling with pleasure. “Don’t stop.”

He adjusted his pace slightly, his hands gripping me firmly. “I want to make sure you’re feeling everything you want.”

I’m feeling everything, I thought, my body trembling with each thrust. He’s perfect. Every movement is just right. After a long time a perfect guy.

He pressed closer, his breath hot against my neck. “Tell me if you need more,” he urged.

“I need more,” I gasped, unable to hold back my moans. He’s driving me to the edge. I can’t get enough.

His movements grew more intense, his breath quickening in sync with mine. “You feel so good,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe. “I’ve never felt this connected with anyone before.”

Neither have I, I thought, my mind a whirl of bliss and satisfaction. This is everything I’ve ever wanted. As we continued, our bodies moved together in perfect harmony, each touch and thrust amplifying the shared pleasure. His voice and touch were the guiding forces that led us both to the peak.

In that moment, every thought melted away into pure, refined joy. As we reached the peak, the wave of pleasure that washed over me was almost overwhelming. I could feel the powerful rush of emotions, my body trembling and quaking as we both succumbed to the bliss of our union.

Afterwards, we lay together, our bodies entangled, the warmth of our shared intimacy creating a cocoon of contentment. He held me close, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on my skin. His soft kisses and whispered praises only deepened the sense of fulfilment and connection between us.

“I’ve never felt anything like this,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe and satisfaction.

“Neither have I,” I replied, my voice tender. “You’re incredible.”

As we lay there, the echoes of our pleasure mingling with our whispered words, I felt a profound sense of joy and connection, knowing that this moment would linger as a cherished memory.

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