Lavanya – The dusky goddess from Bangalore – Part 5

Hey readers! Here is the next part of the story. It has been amazing to see all the love and appreciation for the previous parts. Thank you so much! Picking up right where we left off…

After the tremors, Lavanya’s body had finally stopped shaking, but her pussy kept pulsating around my cock like it was trying to keep me inside for all eternity.

We were a messy bunch with watery eyes, cum, and her secret ingredients spread all over our legs, and the sheets were wet and twisted beneath us.

My erection began to soften, but I waited before withdrawing. I enjoyed the sensation of her tightening around me, the warm, slick movement of my fluid beginning to escape gradually, running down her backside and onto the mattress. I lowered my hand, gathered some of the load with my fingers, and pushed it back inside her simply to watch her eyelids tremble and listen to that small sound she makes when feeling excessive stimulation.

“Fuck… you’re still leaking out of me,” I muttered against her ear, voice rough from all the groaning.

She let out a breathless, shaky laugh. “You pumped so much in me… I can feel it sloshing around every time I move.”

We remained in that position for a couple of minutes, only inhaling deeply, pulses pounding near one another. Then she moved slightly, looking uneasy, her fingers moving lower to hold my testicles as if planning the next attempt already.

“I need food now. Seriously famished. We used up all the strength inside me.”

I grinned, feeling my cock twitch inside her at the thought of more. “Ice cream. Let’s go get some. Midnight run.”

Her eyes lit up with dirty excitement. “Hell yes. Get dressed. But don’t think we’re done.”

We quickly climbed out of bed. She snatched that light summer dress off the ground with no bra, no underwear, just pulled it over her head.

The material clung to her damp skin, her nipples firm and showing, the bottom just hiding the upper parts of her legs where semen was already dripping down.

I noticed the glossy lines when she bent to pick up her shoes. I put on some pants and a dark shirt, no undergarments either — what use when I knew what situation was developing.

Down in the hotel lobby café, we grabbed a large plastic container of chocolate-hazelnut gelato, rich and smooth, the type that begins melting the moment it leaves the freezer.

We settled the payment fast and walked toward the parking area. Her vehicle was parked there with tinted windows dark as hell, and the back seat was ample enough should things become wilder.

We peeled out onto the empty streets. Bangalore at 1-2 AM is dead quiet in parts, with Outer Ring Road mostly clear as we headed north toward the airport with the AC cranked and windows cracked just enough for cool September air to rush in.

Lavanya kicked off her sandals, put her feet up on the dash, and let her dress ride up so I could see her bare pussy lips still puffy and glistening.

She took a large scoop of gelato and fed it to me. The cold hit my mouth, tasting like nuts and sugar. Then a small smile crossed her face as she leaned toward the center console quietly.

Her fingers touched my zipper’s pull tab, and with a quick tug, my cock emerged, already growing firmer from looking at her and recalling putting it inside her.

She scooped more gelato and let it drip slowly and thickly right onto the head. The cold shock made me suck in a breath. White cream slid down the shaft, mixing with the pre-cum beading at the tip.

“Eyes on the fucking road,” she said, voice low and teasing.

Then her mouth was on me. Warm lips wrapped around the head, tongue swirling to lap up the melting mess of chocolate, hazelnut, and my salt. She sucked slowly at first, then deeper, with sloppy wet sounds filling the car. Spit and gelato dripped down my balls while her hand stroked the base fast, and her throat took more. Every bump in the road, every pothole and speed breaker pushed my cock deeper. She gagged once, pulled off coughing, with thick strings of spit and cream connecting her lips to my dick.

“Shit, Lavanya, you’re making a fucking mess,” I growled, gripping the wheel tight while my other hand fisted her hair lightly.

“Good. I want your cock tasting like dessert.”

She dove back down, humming around me, vibrations shooting straight to my balls. I was rock hard now, throbbing in her mouth, close but holding off.

The highway stretched dark ahead with occasional truck lights flashing by, but mostly empty. We were flying toward Devanahalli outskirts.

I spotted the turn-off, a side road past some airport cargo construction fences, a quiet dirt track leading to one of those hidden water bodies near the airport.

Locals know these spots, small lakes tucked behind scrub and eucalyptus trees, with no lights and no people at this hour. Planes sometimes roar low overhead on approach, but tonight it was dead quiet except for crickets and our wet sucking sounds.

I pulled onto the dirt path with tires crunching and killed the engine near the lake edge. Moonlight hit the water silver, and a cool breeze came off the surface. The silence hit hard.

Lavanya sat up with lips swollen and shiny with spit and gelato, chin dripping. “Out. Now. I need you to fuck me stupid.”

We tumbled out. The air was crisp, and goosebumps rose on her arms instantly. Her nipples poked hard through the thin dress. I shoved her back against the car door, rough but careful. I yanked the hem up to her waist and exposed her completely. Her pussy was still swollen and red, with cum from earlier leaking down her inner thighs in slow white trails.

I dropped to my knees right there on the sandy dirt and didn’t give a fuck about the ground. I spread her legs wide and buried my face in her. My tongue went flat over her clit for that first slow lick, tasting our mixed mess of salty cum, her sweet arousal, and faint chocolate from drips earlier. She grabbed my head, hips grinding.

“Fuck yes… eat that creampie out of me. Taste how full you left this pussy.”

I went harder with my tongue plunging inside, sucking her lips, and fingers sliding in to curl against that spot. Two fingers, then three, stretching her while I flicked her clit fast. She got loud quickly, with moans turning raw.

“Shit, don’t stop… finger-fuck me… make me squirt.”

She came fast and messy, with legs shaking and pussy gushing over my hand and face. Hot squirt hit my chin, and I kept licking through it, drinking her down. She was cursing and trembling, with thighs clamping my ears. I stood and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. I spun her around and bent her over the hood. The metal was still warm from the drive against her tits.

Her dress bunched at her waist, ass out, legs spread. I kicked her feet wider and rubbed my cock, still sticky with gelato and her spit, through her soaked slit.

“You want this dick again? Out here, where some trucker could drive by and see me railing you?”

“Yes, fuck yes… slam it in. Pound this cunt raw.”

I didn’t tease. One hard thrust buried me balls-deep. She yelped, then moaned deep and filthy. “Oh god… fuck… so thick… stretching me open.”

Her pussy gripped like a vice even after two loads, still tight, hot, and slick. I fucked her hard with long strokes, pulling almost out then slamming back in, balls slapping her clit.

Skin-on-skin sounds were loud in the night. The car rocked with every pound. A cool breeze hit my ass and her back, and sweat cooled fast.

“Harder, fuck me like a slut… own this pussy.”

I grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back. “This pussy belongs to me. Say it, bitch.”

“Yours… fuck… I’m your dirty little slut… fill it up again… breed me.”

I reached around and found her clit, rubbing fast, rough circles. She started babbling nastily and desperately.

“Gonna cum… don’t you dare stop… cum in me deep… make me drip all the way home.”

Her orgasm hit brutally, with her pussy clamping down so tight I saw stars. Walls pulsing and milking me hard. She screamed raw, no filter: “Yes, fuck… cumming on your fat cock.”

That did it. I slammed deep one last time, groaned loudly, and exploded with thick ropes pumping into her, flooding her already full cunt. “Take it all… my cum… fuck.”

We froze there with me buried and her trembling, both panting like animals. My cock twitched inside her while more cum leaked out around the base, dripping down her thighs onto the dirt.

I pulled out slowly with a wet pop, and a thick stream poured from her stretched hole. White and clear mixed, running down her legs. She turned, grabbed my face, and kissed me hard, tasting herself and chocolate on my tongue.

“That was fucking insane,” she panted, eyes wild.

We cleaned up half-assed with napkins from the glovebox, laughing at how wrecked we looked. Cum still shone on her thighs, and she didn’t bother wiping it all.

“Round three back at the hotel?”

I zipped up and started the engine. “We’re not stopping till the sun’s up.”

The drive back was charged, with her hand on my thigh the whole way, fingers tracing my cock through the jeans, keeping me half-hard.

She leaned over once and gave the head a slow lick through the fabric. “I can still taste the gelato… and you.”

Back at the hotel, we barely made it to the elevator. The door closed with her on her knees again, unzipping me and sucking me clean while the floors ticked up. In the room, we stripped fast and fell onto the bed. This time, it was slower but dirtier. I flipped her on her stomach with her ass up. I spread her cheeks, and her pussy was gaping slightly from earlier with cum still leaking. I slid back in easily with a deep groan from both of us.

“Fuck, still so full of me.”

“Ruin me more,” she begged. “Use me.”

I fucked her prone with deep, grinding strokes and my hand around her throat lightly from behind. She pushed back, meeting every thrust. “Choke me harder… make me cum again.”

I squeezed just enough, and her pussy clenched like crazy. She came shaking with muffled screams into the pillow. I followed, pumping another load deep, groaning her name.

We collapsed, sweaty, sticky, and spent. She curled into me with a leg over mine and pussy still leaking onto the sheets.

“Fuck… best night ever,” she whispered.

I kissed her forehead.

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