After his tongue had thoroughly worshipped every inch of Sanvi's wet folds, Pranjal hoisted her onto his broad shoulders, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass as he delivered sharp, possessive spanks.
Each crack echoed in the silence, leaving a blooming red mark and a gasp escaping her swollen lips. He carried her like a prized possession to the bed and let her fall onto the soft mattress with a sensual thud.
Pranjal- "Now, my sweet girl, you're going to worship me with your mouth," he growled, his voice thick with raw desire.
Sanvi, her body still tingling from his earlier ministrations, didn't hesitate. She knelt before him, her eyes locked on his throbbing cock.
With a soft moan, she pushed him back onto the bed and took him into her mouth, her lips and tongue immediately claiming his length. She sucked deeply, her hands working his shaft with feverish intensity. Then, she pulled back slightly, her hot breath ghosting over the sensitive tip before she flicked it with her tongue, teasing him mercilessly.
One hand continued its frantic massage, while the other cupped his heavy balls, her fingers gently exploring their weight.
The onslaught of pleasure sent shivers through Pranjal. He squeezed his eyes shut, his head sinking into the pillow as he fought for control. He tangled his fingers in her hair, guiding her deeper, his entire length disappearing into her eager mouth.
He began to thrust, his hips bucking against her face, the wet sounds of their intimacy filling the air. Sanvi responded with a newfound boldness, her throat opening wider, taking him deeper and faster, her moans mingling with his ragged breaths.
He could feel her mouth growing slicker, hotter, as his thick, creamy pre-cum coated her tongue.
Pranjal- "Fuck, Sanvi... ahhh... I'm so close," he groaned, his body trembling.
Pranjal- Her eyes, dark with desire, met his. "Swallow it all, baby," she whispered huskily.
And he did. He emptied his seed into her mouth, a guttural cry escaping his lips as the pleasure ripped through him.
Sanvi, her face smeared with his essence, looked utterly ravished. She rose and went to cleanse herself, while Pranjal lay on the bed, his cock hard and throbbing for more.
He was insatiable now, his desire for her reaching a fever pitch.
As she returned, her skin still damp, Pranjal reached for her, his grip possessive. He pinned her hands above her head, his eyes burning into hers.
With his other hand, he roughly adjusted her body, tilting her hips for perfect access.
Sanvi- "Please... be gentle... it's my first time..." Sanvi stammered, her voice laced with a mixture of fear and anticipation.
But Pranjal couldn't wait. He plunged his thick cock deep into her virgin pussy, a primal groan escaping his lips as he broke through her maidenhead.
A sharp, heart-wrenching cry tore from Sanvi's throat. Tears welled in her eyes as she tried to push him away, begging him to stop.
But Pranjal was lost in the exquisite sensation of her tight, wet heat engulfing him. His eyes were closed, his face contorted in pure bliss as he sank deeper and deeper into her yielding flesh.
Sanvi's pain was evident, tears streaming down her face.
After a few torturous seconds, Pranjal opened his eyes, his gaze softening as he saw her distress. He withdrew slightly, his brow furrowed with concern.
Pranjal- "Did I hurt you too much, my love?" he asked, his voice now gentle.
Sanvi- "Yes... so much," she sobbed.
Pranjal- "I'm going to try again, slowly this time. Just try to relax for me, sweetheart," he murmured, his lips brushing against her forehead.
Sanvi- "Mmm," she whimpered, her eyes still locked on his.
This time, he entered her with agonizing slowness, his cock sliding inch by agonizing inch, stretching her delicate passage.
He could feel the resistance, the tightness, and then the slow yielding.
Even through the pain, Sanvi didn't break eye contact, a strange mix of pain and fascination in her gaze as she watched his face, his lips parted in a silent moan of pleasure. A small whimper escaped her lips as he finally settled deep inside her.
In that moment, Sanvi knew she was completely his. A strange sense of surrender washed over her, a bittersweet acceptance of the pleasure and pain. She was his now, irrevocably.
Once she had adjusted to his size, Pranjal lifted her legs, placing them high on his shoulders, exposing her fully to his gaze.
He began to thrust, deeper and harder now, his movements becoming more insistent. Sanvi's hands clutched at his neck and hair, her grip tightening as the intensity grew.
Sanvi- "Deeper... and faster, Pranjal... please," she gasped, her voice now husky with rising desire.
Her words were like fuel to his fire. He abandoned all restraint, fucking her with a primal urgency, his thrusts deep and relentless, shaking the bed.
Sanvi's moans filled the room, a symphony of pain and pleasure.
After a long, brutal session that left her legs trembling, Pranjal stopped, his breath ragged. He lifted her and gently positioned her to straddle his hard cock.
Pranjal- "Now, Sanvi, ride me like you mean it," he commanded, his eyes blazing with lust.
Sanvi, her body slick with sweat and his seed, began to bounce on his thick shaft. Her hands rested on his chest, her movements hesitant at first, then growing bolder. Pranjal's hands gripped her hips, his thumbs digging into the soft flesh as he began to buck beneath her, meeting her rhythm with increasing force.
He wasn't satisfied with her gentle pace. He squeezed her ass, his grip tightening, and began to thrust upwards with savage intensity, lifting her with each powerful stroke.
Sanvi seemed to lose all control, her head falling back, her hair flying. She collapsed onto him, her arms wrapping tightly around his neck, her soft moans directly in his ear. Pranjal continued to fuck her relentlessly, maintaining his pace, savoring the feel of her body wrapped around his, the sound of her pleasure his ultimate reward.
And that moment of passion lingered for hours, as if time itself had slowed down just for them. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, feeling every inch of each other-every desire, every unspoken sin, every longing they had held back for so long. They were lost in a world where nothing else mattered, where only their breath, their warmth, and their closeness existed. And when exhaustion finally embraced them, they didn't say a word. They simply held each other close, their hearts still racing, their skin still tingling, and slowly drifted into sleep under the comfort of a single blanket-entwined not just in body, but in soul.
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