As her climax built, Vivek lowered her slightly, pulling out of her ass and shoving his cock into her mouth without warning. “Suck it clean, taste your ass on my dick,” he ordered, his hands in her hair, guiding her head as she bobbed eagerly, her tongue swirling around the shaft, savoring the musky flavor mixed with her sweetness. “Mmm, you taste so nasty—fuck my mouth, use it like a cunt!” she mumbled around him, gagging as he thrust deep, hitting the back of her throat, saliva dripping down her chin.
He alternated mercilessly—lifting her to fuck her pussy, then ass, then forcing her to deepthroat him, each switch heightening the depravity, emotions raw and exposed: shame fueling the fire, love making it intimate, lust making it insatiable. Finally, with her body quivering on the edge, he impaled her ass one last time, thrusting wildly in the air as she came explosively, her screams muffled by the intensity, squirting from her pussy while her ass clenched around him. “Cum in my ass—fill me up, you god!” she begged, and he obliged, roaring as he erupted, hot jets pumping deep inside her, their bodies collapsing to the bed in a sweaty, cum-soaked heap.
He flipped her over onto all fours, fucking her from behind like a beast unleashed, thrusts relentless and deep, her ass bouncing with every savage slam, his balls slapping against her clit. “Take it, Sonam—fucking take every inch of my cock, you greedy bitch,” he growled, fingers rubbing her clit in furious circles until she screamed, her pussy clenching around him in a vice-like grip as she came again, waves of pleasure crashing with emotional intensity—love, lust, liberation. He followed suit, his orgasm ripping through him like thunder, filling her with hot spurts of cum as they collapsed, sweat-soaked and gasping, bodies entwined in the ruins of their passion.
After the Orgasms
In the hazy afterglow, the pairs lay tangled on their respective beds, bodies slick with sweat and cum, chests heaving in unison as pants gave way to breathless laughter and soft smiles. In Sonam’s room, Vivek pulled her close, their limbs intertwined like vines, his hand gently stroking her back as she nuzzled into his chest. “Damn, that was my first time,” Sonam confessed with a giggle, her voice husky and satisfied, eyes sparkling with a mix of vulnerability and joy. “Yours too?” Vivek nodded, chuckling softly, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her hip. “Yeah, virgin no more. Fuck, it was better than any fantasy I jerked off to—imagining burying my cock in a tight, willing pussy like yours, spanking that perfect ass until it glowed red.” Sonam blushed, her body still tingling, and whispered back, “I’ve dreamed of being taken like that, rough and deep, every hole claimed… and you have such a beautiful body, so strong and caring. You’re such a loving brother to Akariti, allowing this—letting her explore her desires while you fulfill mine.”
Across in Akariti’s room, the scene mirrored the intimacy: Akshay and Akariti sprawled out, limbs entangled, her head on his shoulder as they caught their breath amid shared laughs. “Holy shit, that was my first,” Akariti admitted, her smile wide and genuine, tracing the scratches she’d left on his chest. “And yours?” Akshay grinned, pulling her tighter. “First time popping that cherry, yeah. My fantasies were all about dominating a fiery slut like you—pounding that sweet cunt, eating you out till you squirted. God, your body’s a masterpiece, curves that drive me wild, and Vivek’s such a caring brother, giving us this freedom without judgment.”