A night of passion

He was watching a movie alone as she had gone out to a colleague’s wedding. The sound of the door opening made him look away from the TV. She entered the house in a new black and white saree she had recently bought for the wedding. It was the first time he saw her in it.

She bent down to remove her sandals and put on her house slippers, and her open hair fell forward from the side. The black and white of the saree, her black hair, and the warm light from the LED made her face and skin glow. She stood up, threw him a smile, and walked toward the bedroom. His eyes followed her as she passed him.

She had pulled her hair back and was trying to tie it into a knot on top of her head. When she lifted her hands, he could see her bust more clearly. His eyes moved down to her hips as they swayed slightly from side to side. She entered the room and pulled the door, but it did not close properly.

He could see her sitting on the bench in front of the vanity mirror. It was a full-length mirror with cupboards, shelves, and drawers on the sides. The light around the mirror made her look radiant, and the white of her saree only accentuated it. She could see him looking at her in the mirror, smiling to herself.

She knew how to make him want her. She had dressed how he liked: a simple saree, loose hair, and minimal jewelry. He liked it when she twisted her hair into a bun, which she had done, making sure he saw it. She could see that he was still staring at her.

She started removing her jewelry, not in a hurry. She wanted him to come to her. He stood there, watching her movements as she removed her bangles and earrings. His gaze dropped lower as he saw the strings at the back of her blouse. They seemed to be tied a little tight.

He wanted to go and untie them, to free her. His eyes moved lower to her waist, peeking from the side. He had a sudden urge to squeeze, pinch, and bite her. And he took a step forward. She saw him coming toward her. His gaze was focused somewhere else — was he looking at her back, her waist, or her ass? She couldn’t tell.

As he came near, she moved her hands to the back to untie the strings holding her blouse in place, which made her stretch forward. The movement made him look up. He could see her chest moving forward, her cleavage slightly visible behind the saree. As she tried to reach the strings, he came closer and sat beside her with his back to the mirror.

He ran his fingers along the string until he reached the knot and pulled at it. As he loosened the knot, he could see the impressions the string had left on her skin. He ran his fingers along those marks, started pulling the string out of the loops, and brought his face closer to her back. She could feel his breath on her back, getting hotter as he slowly moved closer.

And then she felt them — his lips against her skin. She could feel his lips along her skin. His hands went to the hook holding the blouse together. He unhooked it, exposing her back. As his kisses grew wetter on her back, he moved to sit behind her, placing his legs on either side of her.

He moved up and started kissing the back of her neck, one hand around her neck and the other pulling her back into him. As she slid back into him, she could feel his skin on her now bare back. She didn’t realize when he had removed his t-shirt. He felt warm against her smooth skin, and his chest hairs sent a slight tickle.

With his hand moving from her neck to her chin, she pushed her face to the side and placed a kiss where the neck meets the collarbone. He started moving up along the nape of her neck, placing kisses that sent shivers through her, until he reached his ear. He kissed the back of his ear and traced his tongue along the outer edge.

He took her earlobe in his mouth and nibbled on it. The hand on her waist was massaging her navel, moving up toward her chest in circles. He had reached just below the bottom of her breasts when she took hold of his hand to stop him. He didn’t force her. He took his hand away, brought it to her shoulder, and slowly slid the blouse off, moving his lips from one side of her neck to the other.

He could still smell the perfume she had applied earlier, and her hair had a flowery scent. Even with all these scents, he could smell her. As he slid the blouse off her shoulders, she held the saree pallu in place, covering her bosom. The bra was still in place underneath the saree and was visible through the light material.

In the mirror, he could see the rise and fall of her chest. He could see her red satin bra. As he continued to kiss her shoulder, he moved the straps of her bra off her shoulders. The bra stayed in place due to the clasp in the back, while the straps hung to the side. He ran his hands over her almost bare back, which still had the bra strap and the saree.

He didn’t move the saree but went under it and started placing kisses on her spine, between her shoulder blades. He moved his hands to her waist and grabbed her. She could feel her breath growing faster and deeper. She moved back into him, her ass grazing him. She could feel him, semi-hard.

She started grinding slowly into him, making him harder. She could feel him growing between her cheeks. As she moved, he started moving his hands back up near her bra hook and unclasped it. This made the bra slide down as she moved her hands out of the straps. He took hold of the blouse and bra in her lap and placed them on the table.

As he kissed the back of her neck, he could see her brown nipples behind the fabric. He moved his hands down to her waist and onto her navel, moving them in circles. He slowly moved his hands up and with his thumb traced the bottom of her breasts lightly. She let out a sigh and tilted her head back.

He could see that her eyes were half-closed. He was watching himself and her in the mirror. He brought his hands up and cupped her breasts over the saree with both hands, starting to squeeze them. Her tilted head turned to the side toward him, and she kissed him on the side of his head.

As he continued to press her breasts, he moved his lips along her neck. He could feel her breath on his cheek. She was now breathing through her mouth as well, gulping to wet her dry throat once in a while. He could hear her sigh in between. He brought his mouth close to hers and stopped there.

Her breath was coming hot and fast. He moved closer and stopped. He waited for her. She opened her eyes to see why he had stopped. She looked him in the eye and could see his playful gaze. When she moved her head back to meet his lips, he pulled back a little playfully. He could see the desire in her eyes.

She moved again, and this time he didn’t pull back. Her lips met his. They had gone dry due to the breathing, but not for long as he opened his mouth and took them in. She moved a little to the side, turning herself toward him to get more access. He turned toward her as well.

She put one arm around his neck and the other hand in his hair, pulling him in and pushing her tongue into his mouth. He opened his lips, and he could taste her. He sucked on her tongue, swallowing her saliva. The arm around his neck moved down to his back, her nails digging into his skin. Her kiss was deep and frantic, her breath ragged.

She pulled away and stood up, catching her breath. The saree was still draped around her, the pallu covering her breasts. She was standing between his legs, her thighs touching his. She was looking down at him. Her breathing made her chest move up and down. He raised his hands and cupped her breasts again, this time running his thumb over her nipples in circles and then side to side.

Her body was reacting to his touch. She let out a hiss as her nipples perked up, hard. Every pass of the thumb over the nipple sent a jolt through her. He slowly pulled the pallu, draped over her shoulder, down. Her silky-smooth skin offered no resistance as it came down, revealing her nakedness.

He took a few moments to admire her. He had seen her breasts many times, but every time was like the first time. He continued to trace his fingers on the sides and then to the underside of her breasts. He felt and saw goosebumps forming on her skin. He took her left nipple between his thumb and index finger and gave it a slight squeeze.

She let out a slight moan and placed her hands on either side of his face, pulling him forward. She wanted to feel his lips on her nipples, wanted the warmth of his mouth around them. He didn’t disappoint. He dove forward, engulfing her right nipple with his mouth as he played with the left one between his fingers. While his tongue rolled over the nipple in his mouth, his fingers did the same with the other one. He started to suck on it.

He had always dreamed of drinking milk from her breast like a child. That would take some time; for now, he was satisfied with just sucking her. She put her hand on the back of his head and pressed him forward, urging him to take more of her. His facial hair was tickling the skin of her breasts.

Her brain was confused as to how to react. The pleasure made her moan, while the tickling sensation made her laugh, which came out as gasps. He moved his mouth to the other breast, repeating the process. His hands had wrapped around her, playing with her now completely naked back. He was grabbing onto her, pulling her in tightly.

He couldn’t resist taking the nipple between his teeth and biting, which made her cry out both in pleasure and pain. When he moved back, her breasts were wet, covered in his saliva. He pushed her back a little and took hold of the pleats of her saree, pulling. There was some resistance as they did not come out.

She knew the problem and directed him to the pin holding them in place. He unclasped the pin, pulled it out, and tugged at the pleats, which gave way, and the saree fell to the floor around her ankles. Then he pulled on the string holding her petticoat at the waist. It slid down the length of her legs and fell on top of the saree.

She was standing there in front of him, completely naked but for the red satin lace panty. He could see that the color was darker in one place. He placed his hand on it and felt the wet spot. He could see her back in the mirror. The panty barely covered her ass, and her white skin only made the red look brighter.

He turned her around, took her butt cheek into his mouth, and placed a small bite. When he pulled back, he could see the impression of his teeth on her skin. For some reason, she felt shy looking at herself naked in the mirror and blushed. And when he took hold of her panties and slid them down, her face turned crimson.

She knew he had seen her naked before, but this time it felt a little different. He rubbed his hands on the cheeks of her ass and pressed them. Where he had left his teeth marks, he gave a small, light spank, making the blood flow to that area and turning it red. The spank made her jump slightly, and she let out a gasp.

He stood up behind her and pressed himself into her. She could feel him poking into her. She immediately turned around and could see a tent in his shorts. She reached down and took hold of him over his shorts, which made him let out a small gasp. She was looking into his eyes.

Her grip was making him harder. He leaned down to kiss her; it was her turn to tease him, and she pulled her head back just out of reach. She could see the burn in his eyes, and immediately he grabbed her by her ass and pulled her close. Her hand, along with his hard penis, was crushed between them.

His hunger for her was increasing as he continued to kiss her. She could feel herself dripping. Once he let her go, she dropped down to her knees, took hold of the elastic band of his shorts, and pulled them down, releasing him from his confines. She wrapped her hand around it; the skin felt smooth.

He had cleaned himself up. The lack of hair made it look bigger. He wasn’t big, but that didn’t mean he was small either. He always felt right inside her. As she was holding him, she looked up. He was looking back at her. She knew what he wanted, and she wanted it too.

She had always liked the feel of him between her lips, be it the lips of her mouth or the lips of her vagina. But she was making him wait. During the kiss, they had changed position. Now the mirror was on the side. She could see herself as she started moving her hand over his shaft.

She was close to the tip, and her breath was caressing it. His legs trembled a little, and he placed a hand on the side table to steady himself. The anticipation was killing him. He wanted her to take it in. He held her hair and pulled her face forward. She had anticipated this and opened her mouth to give him access.

But what she hadn’t anticipated was the force. He pushed himself into her with such force that his penis hit the back of her throat, and she choked a little. Hearing her choke, he pulled back a little. But she held onto him and didn’t let him out. And then she started moving her head.

He started to moan, whispering her name. She looked to the side in the mirror. She could see him arching forward, his hand holding onto her bun on top of her head. She was seeing herself in action for the first time. It felt like an out-of-body experience, but she was very much there with him.

She varied her pace between fast and slow, long and deep. She twirled her tongue along the underside of his dick. She would loosen her cheeks while taking him in but suck them in while moving back. His legs began to tremble; he knew he was close. He pulled her up.

The bed was close by; it would take him a couple of seconds to carry her there, but he didn’t want to waste any time. He turned her around and bent her over the bench in front of the mirror, lining himself up against her. He rubbed his dick along the length of her pussy lips but did not enter her.

She had closed her eyes to feel him enter her, and when he didn’t, she opened her eyes and saw him in the mirror. He was waiting for her to look at him. He could see her pleading with her eyes. As he traced the tip of his hard dick along her vagina, he could feel her warmth and wetness on it.

He knew she was ready, and the look in her eyes confirmed it. He held onto her waist with one hand and held himself with the other as he pushed forward slowly, guiding himself into her. It was only then he realized how wet she was, as he entered her without any restriction.

With each push, her creamy, juicy vagina took more and more of him in. He started sliding in and out of her, holding on to her with both hands. With every jerk, she felt him go deeper into her. She felt as if he had grown, felt like he had never gone this deep.

He was looking into her eyes in the mirror, and she was looking back. He wanted to stop for a few seconds, knowing he was close, but she was moaning his name, urging him on to go deeper, which only egged him on. He couldn’t stop himself even if he wanted to.

He was becoming breathless, his pace increased, he was close to the verge, and she felt it. She tightened herself around him. That only pushed his ecstasy further as he could feel himself releasing into her. She could feel the first squirt of his semen hit her cervix and then another.

She was sucking his semen out, tightening and loosening her vaginal walls around him. After a few jerks, he was spent. His balls felt empty, and his heart felt full. He fell on top of her as he tried to catch his breath. His face was beside hers, and she kissed him on his cheek.

He felt himself shrinking inside her and then felt himself leave her warmth. He pulled back and stood up. When she stood straight, he could see some of his cum seeping out of her vagina. A couple of drops fell on the saree that was crumpled at their feet. She rushed into the bathroom, and he followed her.

As she entered the bath, she took a paper towel to clean herself. He grabbed the towel from her hand and knelt in front of her. He moved closer and could smell her, but he could also smell his cum. He made her put one leg up and started to clean her.

The mixture of her creamy juice and his semen made the tissue wet. Yet more started to come out. He took one more and wiped her clean, but still, he could see more of the mixture of their juices trickle out. He was surprised by this. He wanted to clean her properly, so he pushed a finger inside her, and when he pulled it out, he saw that it was really creamy and sticky.

He wiped his finger and this time inserted two fingers into her. He curved his fingers to pull the mixture out. He could feel it running down his palm. She was looking at him intently, watching what he was doing, but the movement of his fingers inside her was only making her wetter. She started to moan and move her hips.

Seeing this, he understood what he was doing to her. He moved his face close to her vagina and looked at her opening. She shivered a little and gasped. He started running his tongue along the length of her lips and kissing her inner thighs. With every kiss, he could feel her trembling.

He moved in closer, placed her thigh on his shoulder, and used his mouth, lips, and tongue to tease her clit. He continued sucking on it. He was also biting her on the deep inner thigh. What he was tasting and smelling was something new. Earlier it was only her, but this time his seed was also mixed with it.

As he continued, she had a sudden urge. She wanted him inside her when she came, so she pulled back. He was a little surprised by her action. As he went toward her, she leaned back against the wall, waiting for him to come and take her. Her gaze went down between his legs.

He was not fully erect. When he came close to her, she offered him her breasts, and he accepted. As he suckled on her tits, she grabbed hold of him between his legs and started moving her hand along his length. He started gasping in between his suckling.

She could feel him grow in length and girth in her hand. Once she knew he was hard enough, she pulled him to enter her, guiding him to her opening. Still sucking on her nipples, he lifted her as she placed him at the entrance, and he gave a push. With a squelching sound, he entered her.

He was fully inside her in one thrust, and she bit into his shoulder to stop herself from squealing. His hands were under her ass, supporting her weight, while she had wrapped her arms around his neck. As he continued to thrust up, he started kissing her again. They were breathing into each other’s mouths.

Carrying her weight and also thrusting into her, he was exerting himself, grunting into her. She had no way to hold on but to grab onto him. Her nails dug into his back. One nail broke his skin, drawing blood. He was too into her to notice. He started sweating, his face and chest dripping.

He was getting tired, but his body wouldn’t stop, couldn’t stop. He continued to move in and out of her. He was sucking on her, biting her, marking his territory. She could feel him inside her, and she could feel the pressure building inside. Her gasps became deeper, and she started kissing and biting on his neck.

The only sound in the room was of them breathing heavily and moving in unison. He could feel the grip of her walls around him. He knew she was close, and that increased his energy. He increased his thrusting, and she could feel him going deeper.

She was holding on to him, calling his name, screaming into his mouth. And then he felt what he had been hoping for: her shiver, her convulsions. He felt himself getting wetter, his movements inside her becoming easier and faster due to the extra lubrication from her orgasm.

And finally, he could feel himself shooting into her, filling her a second time. They stood there like that for a few seconds, their hearts beating in perfect rhythm, their breaths slowly returning to normal. She was covered in his sweat on top, while her cum mixed with his was running down her thighs.

With a flick of his finger, he turned on the shower. As the warm water hit their hot bodies, it washed away the remnants of the night, leaving just the memory behind in their minds.

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