Veyas stepped closer, his presence dominating the room, his intensity palpable. Anjali's heart pounded as she felt the heat radiating from his body, her breath catching in her throat. The damp spot on her leggings grew bigger with each passing second, a clear sign of her arousal.
"You're fucking beautiful," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "And I can see how much you want this."
Anjali's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink, and she bit her lip, unable to deny the evidence of her arousal. Veyas reached out, his fingers gently tracing the line of her jaw, sending shivers down her spine. She leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored the sensation.
"Veyas," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I…"
He silenced her with a finger to her lips, his eyes never leaving hers. "Shh," he whispered. "Let me take care of you."
With a firm grip, he pulled her closer, his hands resting on her hips. Anjali's body responded instinctively, pressing against him, feeling the hard planes of his chest and the growing bulge in his joggers. Her hands found their way to his shoulders, her fingers digging into the taut muscles beneath his tank.
Veyas leaned down, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, teasing kiss. Anjali parted her lips, inviting him deeper, her tongue meeting his in a dance of desire. The kiss deepened, becoming more passionate and urgent, their bodies pressing tightly together.
Anjali's hands roamed over his back, feeling the ripples of muscle beneath his tank. She tugged at the fabric, pulling it over his head, revealing his sculpted torso. Veyas's hands found the hem of her top, slowly lifting it over her head, exposing her bare skin to the cool evening air.
He trailed kisses down her neck, his hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples until they hardened into tight peaks. Anjali gasped, her head falling back as waves of pleasure coursed through her body. Veyas's mouth found her breast, his tongue swirling around her nipple, sending jolts of electricity straight to her core.
Anjali's hands fumbled with the waistband of his joggers, pushing them down along with his boxers. Veyas kicked them aside, his erection springing free, hard and ready. He pressed against her, the length of him hot and insistent against her stomach.
Veyas guided Anjali to the plush rug in the center of the room, his movements slow and deliberate. She knelt before him, her eyes locked on his, a mix of anticipation and desire swirling in their depths. His cock stood proud and ready, glistening with a bead of pre-cum at the tip.
Anjali reached out, her fingers wrapping around the base of his shaft. She leaned forward, her tongue flicking out to taste him, swirling around the sensitive head. Veyas groaned, his hips jerking slightly as she took him deeper into her mouth, her lips stretching to accommodate his girth.
She began to move, her head bobbing up and down as she took him in, her tongue exploring every inch of his length. Veyas's hands found their way to her hair, his fingers tangling in the dark strands as he guided her movements, setting a rhythm that had them both moaning.
Anjali's free hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently in her palm, sending shivers of pleasure through his body. She could feel him growing harder, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as she took him deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate his length.
"Anjali," he groaned, his voice strained with effort. "You feel so good."
She looked up at him, her eyes watering slightly as she took him deeper, her gaze never wavering. The sight of her on her knees, her lips stretched around his cock, was almost too much for him to bear.
Veyas's hips began to move in earnest, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he chased his release. Anjali matched his rhythm, her hand and mouth working in tandem to drive him wild. She could feel his body tensing, his muscles coiling tight as he approached the edge.
"I'm close," he growled, his voice low and primal. "So close."
Anjali redoubled her efforts, her head moving faster, her hand pumping in time with her mouth. Veyas's grip on her hair tightened, his hips moving in short, sharp thrusts as he neared his climax.
With a final, guttural groan, Veyas came, his body shuddering as he spilled his seed into her mouth. Anjali took it all, swallowing eagerly as he coated her tongue with his hot, salty release. She continued to suck gently, milking him of every last drop until he was spent and trembling.
Veyas pulled back, his chest heaving as he looked down at Anjali, a dazed and satisfied smile on her lips. He reached down, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from her face, his touch gentle and reverent.
"You're amazing," he murmured, his voice hoarse with emotion. "Absolutely amazing."
Anjali looked up at him, her eyes glazed and distant, her body still humming with the aftermath of their passion. She leaned into his touch, a soft, contented sigh escaping her lips as she savored the moment, her mind and body sated and dazzled by the intensity of their connection.
Veyas's voice was a low, primal growl as he spoke, his eyes locked on Anjali with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. "Anjali, I need to be inside you."
Anjali's breath hitched, her body already responding to his words. "Yes. Please," she whispered, her voice barely audible, laced with desire.
Veyas's hands found her hips, his grip firm and possessive as he turned her around, bending her over the arm of the couch. Anjali braced herself, her heart racing with anticipation. She felt the cool air on her bare skin as Veyas slowly pulled down her leggings, revealing her ass and the wetness between her legs.
He knelt behind her, his hands gripping her hips as he leaned in, pressing a soft, tender kiss to each cheek of her ass. Anjali moaned, her body arching back into his touch, craving more. Veyas's tongue traced a path up her spine, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body.
He stood, his cock pressing against her entrance, teasing her with its heat and hardness. Anjali pushed back, trying to take him in, but Veyas held her hips steady, denying her the immediate satisfaction she craved.
"Patience," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "I want to savor every moment."
With a slow, deliberate thrust, Veyas entered her, filling her completely. Anjali cried out, her body stretching to accommodate his size, the sensation of him inside her raw and intense. He began to move, his hips thrusting against hers in a steady, rhythmic pace.
Anjali matched his movements, her body meeting his thrusts with equal fervor. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, a primal symphony of their desire. Veyas's hands gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he drove into her with increasing urgency.
"You feel so good," he groaned, his voice strained with effort. "So tight and wet."
Anjali's body responded to his words, her inner muscles clenching around him, milking his length with each thrust. She could feel the pressure building inside her, her body coiling tight as she neared her climax.
Veyas reached around, his fingers finding her clit, circling and teasing the sensitive nub. Anjali's body bucked, her hips moving faster as he drove her closer to the edge. The dual sensation of his cock filling her and his fingers on her clit was almost too much to bear.
"Veyas," she cried out, her voice a desperate plea. "I'm close. So close."
He leaned over her, his body pressing against hers as he whispered in her ear, "Come for me, Anjali. Let me feel you come around my cock."
Those words were all it took. Anjali's body shattered, waves of pleasure crashing over her as she came, her inner muscles clenching and releasing around Veyas's cock. He groaned, his body tensing as he chased his own release, his thrusts becoming more urgent and desperate.
With a final, powerful thrust, Veyas came, his body shuddering as he spilled his seed deep inside her. Anjali felt the warmth of his release, her body still convulsing with the aftershocks of her own orgasm.
They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies still joined, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Veyas slowly pulled out, his cock slipping from her with a soft, wet sound. Anjali felt a mixture of satisfaction and emptiness, her body sated but craving more.
Veyas helped her stand, his arms wrapping around her as he pulled her close, his lips pressing a tender kiss to her shoulder. Anjali leaned into him, her body still trembling with the intensity of their passion.
"That was… incredible," she whispered, her voice hoarse with emotion.
Veyas smiled, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from her face. "You're incredible," he said softly. "And this is just the beginning."
Just then, Babita walked in, her giant ass swaying, catching them in the act. She screamed, "Anjali, what the fuck are you doing?"
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