His thumb still rested on my lip as his other hand slid down my sweat-slicked stomach, fingers tracing through the sticky mess of our combined release on my inner thigh. I could feel the cool air of the room against my wetness, making me shiver even as heat pooled low in my belly again. His eyes held mine, dark and hungry, and I knew this wasn’t over. "Every month," I breathed, the words tasting like both victory and surrender on my tongue.

He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he pushed my legs further apart, his gaze dropping to my swollen, used cunt. "Look at you," he murmured, his voice rough with renewed desire. "Still dripping my cum. So fucking greedy for it." He leaned down, his breath hot against my sensitive flesh, and I gasped as his tongue swept through my folds in one long, slow lick, tasting himself mixed with my own arousal. The sensation was electric, shocking in its intimacy after the rough fucking. He moaned against me, the vibration making my hips jerk off the sofa. "Fuck, you taste even better like this," he growled before burying his face between my legs, his tongue driving deep inside me, lapping up every drop of our mingled fluids.

I cried out, my hands tangling in his hair, holding him against me as he feasted on my cunt like a man starved. His tongue worked me with brutal precision, flicking over my clit before plunging deep again, making me sob with pleasure. I could feel his stubble rough against my tender inner thighs, a delicious friction that contrasted with the wet, slick heat of his mouth. "Yes, right there, lick my pussy, taste us both," I moaned, my back arching off the couch as he sucked my clit into his mouth, his tongue circling it mercilessly. The orgasm built quickly, a tight coil of pleasure that had me trembling, my thighs shaking around his head. "I'm gonna cum again, don't stop, please don't stop!" I begged, my voice breaking as the pleasure crest over me, my cunt clenching around nothing as I came against his mouth, my juices flooding his tongue.

He drank me down greedily, not stopping until my convulsions subsided into weak tremors. Then he rose above me, his own arousal evident in the thick, hard line of his cock standing proudly from his body, glistening with my wetness and his own precum. "My turn," he muttered, his voice thick with need. He grabbed my hips and flipped me onto my stomach with effortless strength, pulling me up onto my knees. I felt exposed, my ass in the air, my dripping cunt on display for him. He spat into his palm and slicked his cock, the crude sound making me clench with anticipation. "This tight littleshmi? You want my cock in here?"

"Yes, my face pressed into the sofa cushions. "F "Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, pushing deeper inch by agonizing inch, until he was fully sheathed in my ass, his balls pressed against my soaked cunt. The Each thrust was a deliberate claiming, his cock stretching my ass unbearably, perfectly. I could feel every inch of him, the veins rubbing against my sensitive inner walls, the way my increasing, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper. I reached between my legs to rub my clit, my fingers slippery me wild. "I'm gonna fill your ass," he promised, his voice ragged, and I felt his balls tighten against me. "Cum with me, Lakshmi, now!" he commanded, and I obeyed, my orgasm crashing over me as his hot cum erupted deep inside my ass, pulsing jet after jet, marking me in the most primitive way possible. We collapsed together onto the sofa, spent and breathless, the air thick with the smell of sex and sweat.

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