Her voice mixed pain and pleasure, driving me wilder. I increased the pace—each thrust so powerful the mirror shook, our breaths ragged, sweat shining on our bodies. In the mirror her face was flushed, eyes closed, mouth open—lips trembling like she was praying. Her pussy gripped me so tight that pulling out made a wet “fach… fach…” sound, juices flowing freely. Finally I turned her around, made her brace her hands on the mirror, and entered her from the front—her legs wrapped around my waist, breasts flattened against the glass, nipples rubbing on the surface. I pounded deep, hitting her cervix, and she trembled, crying—“Saajan ji… I’m coming… aaahhh… fill me… your cum… inside…”
I exploded—hot, thick spurts flooding her pussy, overflowing and dripping down our legs. She came shaking, her juices coating my cock, our breaths mingling like a storm had just passed. Her eyes were still on the mirror—our naked, sweat-drenched bodies frozen in that moment forever.
Afterward we lay on the mat. She rested her head on my chest and said, “Saajan ji… what if Shivam comes back? How will we hide all this?”
I ran my fingers through her hair—“Don’t worry. I’ll handle it.”
But inside, I felt a strange knot.
Shivam’s baby plan had worked—Amrita’s periods were already late; we both suspected she was pregnant. But now it wasn’t just about the baby anymore. It was love—deep love.
One evening Shivam called. “Bro, coming back tomorrow. Flight booked.”
Amrita was standing nearby. Hearing it, her face turned pale. I hung up and hugged her. “Don’t be scared. We’ll figure something out.”
That night we made love like it was the last time. But both of us knew it wasn’t the last—just the most intense night before he returned. We lived every second like there might be no tomorrow.
First in the swimming pool.
Moonlight scattered across the water. Amrita stripped her silk nightie right in front of me and stepped into the pool completely naked. Her fair skin glowed in the moonlight, 34-inch full breasts floating gently on the surface, nipples hardened by the cold water into pink pearls. I stripped and joined her. Water reached my waist.
I wrapped myself around her from behind. My chest pressed to her back, my hard cock nestled between her ass cheeks. I whispered in her ear, “Tonight every moan of yours will drown in the water.”
She shivered. I grabbed one breast, squeezed hard, twisting the nipple. My other hand slid down to her pussy—already soaked, her heat clear even in the water. I pushed two fingers inside, pumping fast. She trembled in the water, screaming—“Aahh… Saajan ji… deeper… tear me apart…”
Then I pressed her against the railing, spread her legs, and entered her from behind. Thrusting in water felt different—every push created waves, her breasts bounced, hips thrusting back.
I pulled her hair, yanked her head back, kissed her while slamming twenty hard strokes. She came twice, her juices dissolving into the water. Finally I lifted her in my arms, legs wrapped around my waist, and fucked her standing. Water splashed on our faces. I came deep inside her womb—thick cum filling her. She buried her face in my neck and started crying—“Saajan ji… don’t ever leave me…”
Then we went to the bedroom, dripping wet, no clothes. I laid her face-down on the bed, ass raised, water droplets rolling down her back. I knelt, spread her cheeks, and licked from pussy to ass. She muffled her moans in the pillow—“Uffff… Saajan ji… there… haayyiii…”
I hardened again and slowly entered her ass. She screamed—“Aaaieee… slow… it’s too thick…” But I didn’t stop. Slowly went all the way in, then faster. Her ass was so tight it gave me sweet pain too. She cried but pushed back herself. From behind I grabbed her breasts, twisted her nipples. Finally I came inside her ass. She shook and came, tears falling on the pillow.
Then we went to the balcony. Cool breeze blowing. She leaned on the railing, I came from behind. She turned, eyes wet—“Saajan ji… don’t leave me… I’ll die without you…”
I licked her tears, kissed her, and entered her pussy again—this time slow, loving. With every thrust I whispered in her ear—“I’ll never leave you… promise… you’re mine… forever…”
She dug her nails into my shoulders, crying, but her pussy gripped me tight, refusing to let go. We came together—I deep inside her, she trembling on my cock.
That night we didn’t sleep. Just clung to each other. Her moans fell on my chest, my fingers in her hair.
This wasn’t the last night. It was just another beginning.
Next day Shivam arrived. Stepped out of the Range Rover, smiling. Amrita and I were home. He hugged her. I stood at a distance watching. Amrita’s eyes were moist, but she smiled.
Shivam pulled me aside. “Bro… thank you. Amrita told me… periods missed. Doctor confirmed… positive. You saved my life.”
I smiled—“You’re my friend.”
But inside my heart was breaking.