Grabbing those beautiful upturned tits in his strong hands, he kneaded them… pinching the rock hard brown nipples. Those ministrations made her even more horny as she jerked on him madly… so he could feel the head of his cock scraping the very top of her cunt.
Nityanandaji tried to match with her fervor, his thrusts growing more forceful as he neared his own peak. Their cries of pleasure filled the otherwise quiet worship-room, making it impossible to ignore the intensity of their passion. Her body convulsed as her orgasm once again hit her, causing her to dig her nails into his shoulders. He watched her beautiful contorted face, his heart pounding in his chest as he finally reached his own peak. With a final, hard thrust, he joined her in ecstasy, his moans echoing hers.
“Oooh Fuck! Fuck! FUCKKKKKK! Yessss!” She hissed at him. “Squeeze my fucking tits… hard… squeeze those nipples. I’m fucking cumming… ohhhhhh Fuck! I’m squirting… no no I’m pissing on you, Guruji… and in the sacred worship-room in front of the Goddess Parvati Maa. Please Maa, forgive me for dirtying this sacred place… but what about you Guruji, do you like it? Ohhhhhh Fucking God! Your cock feels so fucking good, Guruji. OOOHH! Fuck!”
The horny actress hissed while Nityanandaji pushed his hip upward to match with her downward thrusts. At the same time he tried to mumble few ‘Mantras’ to keep himself free from the silly impact of Satan’s curse. But till then he could hear the warning of Satan, ‘Whatever you pray for, you won’t be successful now, Nityanandaji! Not only that, just to fulfill your perverse pleasure, you’ve damaged the sanctity of this holy worship-room… you’ll be heavily punished for this.’
“Please have mercy on me… ” The great priest tried to persuade.
“Ha… ha… ha… you’ve already crossed that line… now you belong to me and all the lust I’ve given you! Your God is finished! I’ve owned you now… I know you’re feeling the warmth and lust of carnal pleasures… squirting your spunk up me, Swamiji… yes, fuck that filthy cunt!’
“Oh my God…” Supriya murmured, trying to catch her breath. “That was incredible.”
“Yes, it was,” Nityanandaji agreed… coming back in reality, his voice hoarse. “I’m sorry if I got carried away, but you’re so irresistible.”
She laughed softly, running her fingers through his tousled hair. “Don’t apologize. You’re just human,” She replied, smiling coyly. Her hand traced circles on his hairy chest, soothing his rapid heartbeat. “It’s okay to have these feelings, especially when we care for each other.”
Nityanandaji sighed deeply, feeling a mix of relief and regret. “You’re right. It’s just… I don’t want to cross any lines here.”
“Well, you’re only human, Guruji,” She said rolling her eyes playfully and, smirking. “We’re all capable of feeling strong emotions.”
Nityananda Maharaj looked down at his sweaty chest, running his fingers through his long messy hair. “I know, I know,” He sighed, trying to regain his composure. “I can’t help but worry about what this means for our relationship, both personally and professionally.”
