The morning light filtered through the open windows as she sat before the small altar, the brass lamps already flickering with steady flames. Her saree was a deep red silk that clung to every curve, the pallu draped loosely over one shoulder.
The magnolia flower tucked behind her ear released its sweet scent with every moveme
nt of her head. She had bathed with sandal soap, her skin still carrying that clean, woody fragrance mixed with the jasmine and magnolia from her hair.
She turned to look at me, her eyes warm and inviting. "Will you join me for the pooja?" she asked, her voice soft but carrying that familiar pull. I settled beside her on the woven mat, our shoulders almost touching.
The blouse she wore was thin enough that the shape of her breasts pressed clearly against the fabric. Her nipples were outlined perfectly, dark and prominent through the material.
When she leaned forward to arrange the flowers and incense, the saree shifted and I caught a glimpse of the smooth curve of her lower back, the dip just above where the fabric wrapped around her hips.
My hand moved before I could stop it.
Fingers brushing the exposed skin of her back, then sliding lower, tracing the edge where silk met skin. She didn't pull away. Instead, she glanced at me sideways, a knowing look in her eyes.
"Let's do the pooja first," she said quietly, though her voice had taken on a different tone. "Seek divine blessing."
I leaned closer, my lips near her ear. "You are the goddess I want to worship. The one sitting beside me, pure and powerful. You are purer, prettier, more divine than any idol on this altar."
My hand continued its slow descent, palm flat against the warm skin of her lower back, fingers spreading wider. She remained still, breathing steady, but I felt her body respond to my touch. The pooja tray sat untouched between us, the flames flickering as my hand moved lower still, following the curve hidden beneath the red silk.
Her breasts spilled free...
The brass lamp flames danced as my fingers found the tiny hooks at the back of her blouse. One by one they came undone, the fabric parting to reveal smooth skin. I slid the blouse forward and off her shoulders, then unclasped the cream-colored bra beneath. , full and warm, nipples already tight from the morning air and my touch.
I leaned in and took one nipple into my mouth, sucking gently, tongue circling the stiff peak. She exhaled sharply, her hand coming to rest on my shoulder. I moved to the other breast, licking slowly, feeling her body grow warmer under my lips. Her breathing deepened. The pooja tray sat forgotten between us.
"I should fold the saree," she whispered, voice already unsteady. Her fingers moved to the pallu draped over her shoulder. She stood slowly, unwinding the red silk from around her waist, each layer falling away until only her cream panties remained. The expensive fabric pooled on the mat. I pushed it aside with one foot, clearing the space between us.
She knelt again.
My hand found her thigh, stroking upward until my palm pressed against the thin cotton of her panties. A single drop of her arousal had already soaked through, darkening the fabric. I rubbed gently, feeling the warmth and the slickness beneath.
Her hand reached for me, fingers tracing the hard outline of my cock through my clothes. I slid my palm around her back, down over the curve of her ass, then lower still until I cupped her vulva through the damp cotton. The scent of her skin—sandal soap, magnolia, and now the sweet musk of her arousal—filled my lungs as I leaned closer and breathed her in.
Boobs on offer
She pressed her breast back against my mouth, offering herself, her hips shifting forward into my hand. The pooja remained unfinished, the goddess on the altar forgotten in favor of the one trembling beneath my touch.
he brass lamp flickered against the idol's golden face as heat surged through me. I caught her wrist and pulled her closer on the mat. "I'm burning up," I whispered. "Bedroom?" She shook her head, eyes glassy. "No. Here. God sees everything—even behind closed doors."
Her last resistance melted.
She guided my hand straight between her thighs, pushing two fingers past the damp edge of her cream panties and deep into her slick heat. At the same time she lifted her breast to my mouth again, pressing the stiff nipple against my tongue. I sucked hard while my fingers drove in and out, curling against the soft front wall of her pussy.
She moaned, hips rolling. Three minutes of steady, deep fingering and her body seized. Her thighs clamped around my wrist, her nipple slipped from my lips as she cried out, first orgasm ripping through her in tight, wet pulses around my fingers.
She collapsed against me, breathing hard, arms sliding around my neck. We stayed like that for a full minute, her pussy still fluttering, her skin flushed and damp. Then she kissed my jaw, whispered "Again," and reached down to guide my hand back inside her.
This time she came faster. One minute of frantic fingering and her second orgasm hit like a shockwave—explosive, soaking my palm, her whole body jerking as she bit my shoulder to keep from screaming. The pooja tray rattled beside us.
The goddess watched in silence while the woman in my arms trembled through the aftershocks, cream panties ruined, thighs glistening, completely surrendered in front of the altar.
I gripped her hips and pulled her forward until her thighs framed my face.
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| "Give me your nectar," I told her, voice thick. "I want to savor every drop." |
She lowered herself slowly, spreading her legs wider
She climbed over me without hesitation, knees planted on either side of my head, saree bunched around her waist. The cream panties were already dragged aside, leaving her bare. She lowered herself slowly, spreading her legs wider so I could see everything—puffy lips glistening, clit swollen, the tight ring of her asshole just above.
I breathed her in first. The sharp, intimate scent of her pussy hit me, sweet and slick, then lower—the darker, musky smell of her anus made my cock twitch hard against my stomach.
I dragged my tongue from her dripping entrance up to her clit, tasting her fresh orgasm, then dipped lower and pressed the flat of my tongue against her asshole. She gasped and rocked, pushing back so I could lick and suck at the tight ring while my nose stayed buried in her wet folds.
She bent forward, hair brushing my thighs, and took my cock into her mouth in one smooth motion. Her lips sealed around the head, tongue swirling, while I kept licking—alternating between sucking her clit and pushing my tongue into her asshole, chasing that raw, earthy taste that drove me wild.
Her moans vibrated down my shaft as she sucked harder, hips rolling, feeding me both holes while the goddess watched from the altar and the brass lamp flickered over our joined bodies.
Girl on top woman power
She swung her leg over and settled onto me in one smooth motion, knees planted on either side of my hips. The saree was still tangled around her waist, blouse open, breasts bare and flushed. I reached up and pulled her down into a deep kiss, tongues sliding, tasting each other while my hands gripped her ass and guided her onto my cock.
She sank down until I was buried to the hilt. Her pussy gripped me tight, hot and slick from everything we’d already done.
She started moving—slow at first, then faster, riding me with steady, rolling thrusts. I broke the kiss and leaned up, sucking one nipple into my mouth, tongue flicking the stiff peak while my hands squeezed her waist.
She moaned and arched, offering more. I licked a wet stripe up the curve of her breast to the soft hollow of her armpit. The skin there was warm, faintly damp with mild sweat that tasted clean and intimate. I pressed my tongue flat and licked slowly, savoring the salt and her scent while she kept bouncing on my cock.
Her rhythm turned urgent.
She braced her hands on my chest and rode harder, hips snapping down like a piston, taking me deep every time. I felt her inner walls start to pulse and squeeze around my shaft—tight, rhythmic contractions that pulled me closer to the edge.
I thrust up to meet her, fucking into that clenching heat. The pressure built fast. My balls tightened, and I came hard, blasting thick ropes of cum deep inside her. She kept riding through it, milking every spurt while her own orgasm crashed over her, pussy fluttering and gripping me in waves.
The brass lamp still flickered beside the altar. The goddess’s painted eyes looked down on us, unmoving, while we trembled through the aftershocks, bodies locked together and dripping with sweat and release.
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