Lust Turning Into Love – Part 4

Kindly read the previous part to immerse yourself in the scenario of our pure and endless love. Understand the steps that led us to this moment. So, let’s pick up right where we left off.

I moved my lips lower, trailing kisses down her stomach until I reached the edge of her thong. I paused, looking at the sight of her, her body trembling with desire. Finally, I reached her most intimate spot over her thong. Slowly, I lowered my head, my tongue darting out to taste her through the thin fabric.

My tongue was poised to give her the release we both craved. But for now, I enjoyed the moment, the taste of her skin the sound of her moans. The knowledge that we were beginning this journey of ecstasy together. The sensation of her arousal sent a shiver of excitement through me.

I continued to lick her over the thong. My hands never leave her breasts, alternating between gentle squeezes and firmer pinches on her nipples. Her nipples, already hard with anticipation, responded as I pinched and rolled them between my fingers.

Her moans grew louder. Her hands gripped the sheets as her hips bucked towards me, seeking more of the pleasure I was giving her. With each stroke of my tongue, her body responded more urgently. Her thong became increasingly wet with her arousal.

I increased the pressure, my tongue pressing more firmly against her. The friction of the fabric added to the intensity. Her moans turned into cries of pleasure, and her body trembled uncontrollably. “Please,” she gasped, her voice barely a whisper. “I can’t. I need your cock inside my burning pussy.”

But I don’t want to give it to her so early. I want to tease her more and more and quench her thrust. Her words drove me to the brink. I continued my assault, licking and sucking through the thong. My fingers worked her nipples, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

Finally, with a shuddering gasp, she erupted into an orgasm, her body writhing in ecstasy. She came down from her climax. I licked and cleaned her through the thong, every last drop of her pleasure. She lay there, breathless and satisfied, her body glistening with sweat.

But I wasn’t done yet. I moved back up, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss and tasting the remnants of her orgasm on her tongue. “Now,” I murmured against her lips, “it’s your turn to make me feel good.” She looked up at me, her eyes still hazy with pleasure.

“Oh, Lord, you are so good,” she breathed. “Thank you for this chance to experience the love of a good man.” With a renewed sense of urgency, she pushed me back, her hands moving to my waistband. “Lie back, handsome,” she instructed, gently pressing against my chest.

In a moment, I sprawled back on the bed, and she climbed over me, straddling my hips, her body pressing against my straining manhood. As our bodies connected, I tensed, a groan escaping my lips. “Oh, baby, I can’t believe we’re doing this!” I burst out, my voice heavy with desire.

Touching my lips with her fingers, she smiled softly. “I’ve been yearning to be close to you. Let’s enjoy this moment. Your patience has won my heart. I am all yours.” I sat up, wrapping my arms around her and pressing my face into her neck, absorbing the warmth of her sweet-scented skin.

She kissed my ear gently and held me close. For a moment, we remained still, embraced in each other’s arms. “God, thank you for bringing this wonderful lady into my life,” I whispered. “Help us to care for each other with love and unselfishness.”

“And bless this night,” she added softly. And in that moment, as her hands and mouth worked their magic, I knew that we were both lost in the depths of our desire, ready to explore the limits of our passion together. I lifted my head and gazed into Ammu’s eyes, my own alight with tender desire.

Gently, I touched my lips to hers, and she responded with equal enthusiasm. Our kisses ignited with growing fire and need. It was pure heaven to sit in that close embrace, exploring each other’s mouths and tongues without reservation. Words were unnecessary. Our occasional whimpers and sighs spoke volumes.

Meanwhile, the lush orchestral music in the background created a truly romantic aura around us. Starting slowly, Ammu began to grind into my lap, eliciting a deep, husky groan from me. The pressure of my sizable manhood against her sensitive womanhood was intensely gratifying.

I could feel her need growing and her desire to show me how much she wanted this. Placing her hand on my bulging crotch, she laid her cheek against mine and whispered, “Keep kissing me, darling.” Slowly, she rubbed me, coaxing my virile member to full erection.

Unable to contain my desire, I raised my head and captured her lips with mine, panting with urgency. Our kiss was passionate and fervent, matched by her continued stroking.

“Ammu, sweetheart… Uhh, that feels so good!” I gasped, my hips instinctively rolling in response.

She smiled against my ear, her voice a sultry whisper. “Can I take it out?”

“Yes!” I agreed, barely able to contain my anticipation.

As she began to undress me, her touch was eager, and her desire to return the favour was evident in every movement.

“More,” she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of determination and arousal. “I want more,” I replied.

With her left hand, she pulled down the waistband of my shorts and freed my hot, hard shaft. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of my dick—hard, full of visible veins, 7 inches long, and 2.5 inches thick. Her eyes sparkled with desire and excitement.

God, he’s perfect, she thought, feeling a rush of heat and anticipation. Then, she did something overwhelmingly sexy. Gazing deeply into my eyes, she ran her fingers over the head of my dick, licked her fingers. Then caressed the length with her tender yet firm touch. I trembled, my head falling back in ecstasy.

I had to stabilize myself, releasing Ammu and planting my hands on either side of her. But my mature lady had more delicious torture in store. She eased off my lap and kneeled before me. “Baby… What are you… doing?” I said, overwhelmed with ecstasy.

Ammu’s eyes sparkled with mischief—a mix of desire and excitement—as she looked up at me. Her lips curled into a teasing smile before she slowly wrapped them with her hand and brought her lips around the head of my dick. With a deliberate, sensual movement, she placed her lips around the head of my dick.

Full of enjoyment in a sultry motion, she began to suck gently over the tip. Her tongue then danced across the sensitive skin, swirling around the head with a mesmerizing rhythm. Each lick was deliberate and practised, sending waves of pleasure through me.

As Ammu licked me, she tongued the tiny slit on my cockhead and used her soft fingers to squeeze the girth of my dick. After 2 to 3 minutes of her tantalizing, teasing, and expert sucking, Ammu slowly took half of my dick into her mouth. Her eyes never left mine, burning with a mix of passion and mischief.

Glowing with intense desire, they locked onto mine, creating an intimate connection that made the moment even more electrifying. The sensation was pure ecstasy, electrifying and sending shivers of pleasure through me. I felt myself teetering on the edge of consciousness.

It felt beyond incredible. Never, in all my lonely years as a single man, had I reached this level of pleasure from jacking off. In more ways than one, it was pure bliss to have a girlfriend like this. I wanted her to dominate me. As she began to suck, her magic cheeks hollowed.

Applying just the right amount of pressure against my shaft, creating exquisite pressure with each to-and-fro motion. Her rhythm was hypnotic. Her movements were a mesmerizing dance—each gentle stroke and sultry glide was perfectly orchestrated.

She would glide her mouth over half of my length, then pull back, only to dive down again with deliberate slowness and an exquisite, lingering touch. For a few minutes, Ammu made love to my shaft. She went slowly, pausing every minute or so as I neared the point of no return.

I would breathe heavily and calm down a little. Then, she would continue. “Oh my God!” I couldn’t help but let out a fervent cry, my voice breaking with raw pleasure. I had never groaned so loudly before. At this moment, I was completely devoid of all self-control.

Her touch was a revelation, intoxicating, surpassing anything I’d experienced before. Her touch, combined with the artful strokes of her tongue, was intoxicating. It was as if she had unlocked a new level of pleasure. My friend had been right—she was a magician with an unparalleled gift in every sense.

The pleasure was beyond anything I had ever imagined or experienced before—better than anything I could have imagined with anyone else., not even my sister. Ammu’s skilful touch and intoxicating rhythm made every moment a revelation.

I am deeply grateful to my friend for leading me to this enchanting and incredible lady. Ammu was truly the best, surpassing all my previous experiences. She was truly a goddess of pleasure, elevating the experience to a level of bliss I had never known before.

Her eyes kept running to my eyes and face, filled with an intense heat, her passionate gaze heightening the erotic tension. Each of her sultry glances made it nearly impossible for me to restrain myself. The desire to release was building with her every teasing motion.

I struggled to hold back, my body trembling. I fought the overwhelming urge to release into her lovely mouth. Each time she paused, it was excruciatingly pleasurable; it was a tantalizing tease. Her slow, seductive dance drove me to the brink of ecstasy and left me on the verge of losing control.

When she finally stopped to rest her jaw, I could no longer hold back. I took control with an emotional need. I seized the moment, pulling her up by the arms with a sense of urgency. My voice came out hoarse and filled with raw need as I murmured, “Baby, I need to give you pleasure.”

“Oh, darling, this does give me pleasure,” she murmured. Her voice was thick with longing and dripping with bliss. She accepted my kisses on her neck, her body responding to every touch. Her body melted into mine, every touch igniting waves of bliss.

Fueled by the intense arousal that surged through me, I guided her back down. My hands gripped her hair with possessive urgency, eager to give her the same level of profound pleasure she had gifted me. With deep yearning, I guided her to the very edge of my passion.

My hands gripped her hair as I pressed my dick into her mouth with a fiery intensity as deep as I could. The sensation of her warm, willing mouth enveloping me was intoxicating. The act of deep-throating made her gasp and shiver, each movement sending waves of excitement through her.

Precum oozed from the tip, mingling with her breathless gasps as she struggled for air, but I couldn’t let her go. The depth of my dick inside her mouth was a testament to the pleasure we were sharing. Each inch was explored with a hungry, relentless intensity.

My touch and my urgency reflected the ecstasy she had ignited in me. I could feel the building’s climax, but I was determined to prolong the pleasure. Reluctantly, I pulled out my dick from her mouth, allowing her to breathe and regain her composure.

Her eyes met mine. It was wet, glazed with desire. I took a moment to savour the mutual rapture before plunging us both deeper into the pleasure we had started. She looked up at me with a burning desire, her voice trembling as she pleaded to taste my cum.

Her eagerness was palpable, and her eyes were filled with an intense longing that only fueled my arousal. I wanted to see her truly beg for it and feel the depth of her desire. “Beg for it,” I commanded, my voice rough with need. She complied.

Her pleas were a sultry mix of desperation and anticipation, each word dripping with raw passion. Satisfied by her earnest begging, I guided her back to my throbbing dick. With a sudden, assertive motion, I thrust deeply into her mouth in one swift movement.

My hands gripped her hair tightly. I began to fuck her mouth with a relentless rhythm, pushing her to the edge of her limits. She tried to push me out due to my aggressiveness. But I kept hold of her hair and deep-throated her. Tears were coming from her eyes with dilated pupils.

I don’t want to stop. She stopped pushing me. The depth of my thrusts was intoxicating, each forceful push sending waves of pleasure through both of us. As I held her head firmly, I drove myself to the very depths, feeling the exquisite heat and tightness of her mouth.

The pleasure built to an irresistible crescendo. I reached the peak of my pleasure. With a final, deep thrust, I unleashed a load deep into her mouth, my cum spilling over her tongue and flooding her throat. I held my cock inside her mouth, keeping her in place to ensure she drank every last drop of my cum.

The intensity of the moment made me feel utterly satiated and drained. After a few moments, my body became limp from the overwhelming climax. I released my grip on her hair, allowing her to pull away. My load began to ooze from the corners of her mouth, trickling down her chin and cascading onto her breasts.

The sight of my cum dripping down her chest was mesmerizing and satisfying. Seeing her affected by our shared experience left me feeling profound happiness and fulfilment. The emotions of the moment, combined with the undeniable seduction of our connection, made the experience unforgettable.

We had shared an intimate and deeply satisfying experience. Now, we rested for a while, our bodies basking in the afterglow of our shared pleasure. We spent about ten minutes talking, reflecting on the incredible night we were having. Our conversation was punctuated with tender kisses.

“I’m sorry for the deep-throating,” I said softly, my voice filled with genuine regret.

She smiled warmly and replied, “I enjoyed it. I want you to give me pleasure in return. Clean me up.”

Her words sent a wave of arousal through me. My cock hardened with anticipation as I swiftly and deliberately moved down. Slowly, I slid her wet thong off, taking a moment to admire the sight before me. She lay before me, her body relaxed and open.

Her clean-shaven pussy looked beautiful, fresh, and pink—a vision of sensual allure. The soft light accentuated the fresh, pink sheen of her skin, and the subtle glistening of her juices made her even more alluring. I couldn’t help but admire the way her body responded to our earlier passion.

My gaze lingered on her, taking in every detail with a mixture of awe and desire. I placed a finger gently over her moans, feeling her body respond with a delicate, intoxicating heat.

The scent of her arousal filled the air, a heady promise of the pleasure to come. As my hand travelled downward, I encountered the soft, inviting warmth between her thighs. Her folds were silken and supple, glistening with arousal—an irresistible expression of her deep desire.

Gently, I parted her folds, my fingers gliding over the slick, velvety texture of her inner warmth. She was wet, oozing with a slippery, watery liquid that spoke her deep excitement. The sight of her leaking arousal was both mesmerizing and intensely seductive.

Her juices glistened with a delicate sheen, evidence of her pleasure. An overwhelming urge to taste every drop consumed me.

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