Hold it—gotta hold it! Blow now, and she'll think I'm a chump. Stay tough!
Anirudh wrestled the urge to bust, but Aurora turned up the heat. Her tongue danced on his nipple, her killer rack teased his junk, and a silky hand grazed his inner thigh. The overload fried his brain—where the hell was he? That insane itch had him reeling, his junk pumping thicker, hotter. He fought like hell, but the dam was cracking fast.
Vixen—this chick's a straight-up vixen! Wasn't she toast this afternoon? How's she this wired now?
He raged inside, while Aurora pecked his chest and peeked up, all sultry and smug. Her taunts cranked the pressure sky-high—especially when she slid lower, lips brushing his abs, inching to that danger zone. He was teetering on the brink.
This is murder—pure murder! Lose it this quick? Hell no—dig in!
He screamed in his head, and Aurora clocked it—shot him a sly glance. Red lips parted, her slick tongue slipped out. Under his wild, pissed-off stare, she flicked his tip—bam, his body bucked, and a creamy jet blasted out, no stopping it. Aurora, caught flat-footed, took the full spray—face splattered, some hitting her mouth.
She'd been here before—no gag—just licked it up slow and deliberate.
"Not bad—got seconds?" She grinned at his twisted mug, but to him, it was a straight-up taunt.
He burned to flip her and own it, but one look at his limp junk? Total gut punch. Did I just tank this fast?
"Babe, you're a damn enchantress…" His gear needed a timeout, so he swung with words.
"Dig this enchantress?" Aurora didn't bite—just giggled, all flirty-like.
"Hell yeah!" Anirudh barked, no filter. What dude wouldn't crave a siren like her?
"Heh, wanna break me then?" she poked.
"Damn right!"
"Got the chops for it?" Aurora winked, eyes dripping seduction.
"Watch me!" Anirudh snarled, ego flaring—no way he'd fold to a chick.
"With what? Your little soldier's down for the count," she teased, tapping his tip with a smirk.
"Relax—he's just catching a breather. He'll rally. Plus, I've got backup!"
"Backup?" Her eyes lit with intrigue.
Swipe—Anirudh flicked his tongue across his lips, grinning like a jackass. "This, obviously!" She smoked me with hers—time to flip the script, he swore to himself.
Aurora flinched—didn't see that coming—then smirked, curious. "Not grossed out?"
"You? Gross? Babe, you're a knockout." Real talk—he'd nope out on most girls, but Aurora? Flawless—smooth as hell, and he'd scoped it that afternoon—down there was pink paradise, more teen dream than thirty-something. That honey pot? Nasty? Get outta here.
Aurora's heart skipped. Thirty-something and solo, she'd binged enough adult flicks to know some tricks were fire—just never tried 'em. Seeing Anirudh unfazed, she rolled with it.
"Fine—I'll get your soldier standing tall quick!" She spun around, back to him, still sprawled—no panties under that gown. Her bare goods flashed in his face—pink perfection. Anirudh gulped, drooling like a starved mutt.
Aurora eased her legs wider, scooting in tight. Anirudh clocked her juicy hips—textbook horny vibes. No shock she's raring to go. But holding off alone all these years? Mad props.
Meanwhile, Amy's room glowed pink and hazy. In her silk gown, she propped against the headboard, legs splayed—the gown slid off, baring creamy thighs and that sheer lace thong. Dim light teased hints of hidden treasure. Solo, eyes half-shut, she gripped a vibe, working it between her legs—lost in a steamy daze.
Her brain looped Anirudh's tent, fantasizing the beast inside. Before long, she was soaked, low moans spilling out—raw, new bliss dragging her under.