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Desires of the Soil

Part 1: Holi Ki Tamannaah

[Section 4 of 8]

I moved toward her almost involuntarily, knees weak. She was ethereal, a living embodiment of every desire I had ever known. Grabbing a handful of bright red gulaal from the ground, I smeared it across her thigh and hip, marking her as mine in this stolen moment. My knees buckled completely, and I dropped before her in the dirt.

Tamannaah looked down at me, eyes gleaming. She stepped closer, partially squatting, bringing her clean-shaven pussy tantalizingly close to my face. The scent of her — warm, musky, with a sharp edge of fresh aftershave — made my mouth flood with saliva. She had prepared herself for this. For me.

I stuck my tongue out desperately, like a hungry dog begging for a treat. She smiled at the sight.

“Do you like this, my little Tommy?” she purred, voice thick with arousal. “After all these years, are you still this thirsty for your Tamannaah?”

I could only whimper in response, my heart exploding with devotion. This wasn’t just sex. This was my chance to worship the woman I had loved and lost and longed for. I needed to please her more than I needed air. My entire soul ached to make her moan, to prove that no one could ever worship her like I could.

She lowered herself onto my waiting tongue.

 

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Desires of the Soil

Part 1: Holi Ki Tamannaah

[Section 5 of 8]

The first contact sent fireworks exploding through my senses. She tasted divine — sweet and salty, warm and intoxicating, with that clean aftershave edge that told me she had hoped for this exact moment. I licked her slowly at first, savoring every fold, tracing her swollen lips, circling her clit with reverent devotion. My desire to please her grew exponentially with every moan that escaped her lips. Each twitch of her hips, each gasp, fueled me. I pushed my tongue deeper, sucking gently on her clit, losing myself completely in her pleasure. This was my purpose. Making Tamannaah feel good was the only thing that mattered in the world.

Her fingers tightened in my hair as she ground against my face. “Yes… just like that,” she moaned, her voice breaking with genuine need. She wanted me. Not some city actor or fan. Me. Her Tommy.

When my tongue grew slick and lost friction, she stood and pulled me up into a fierce embrace. Her soft, full breasts pressed against my chest, her familiar musk filling my lungs. She kissed me deeply, tasting herself on my lips, then shoved my face back playfully with a gulaal-covered hand, coloring me as she aligned our bodies.

She guided my aching cock to her entrance and sank down onto me.

 

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Desires of the Soil

Part 1: Holi Ki Tamannaah

[Section 6 of 8]

The moment my tip pushed past her tight, wet folds, the world stopped existing. A decade of pining, of lonely nights, of wondering if I would ever feel her again — it all vanished in the scorching, slippery embrace of her pussy. Tears pricked at my eyes from the sheer intensity of it. This was home. This was everything I had dreamed of and more. Her walls clenched around me like they had been waiting just as desperately. I groaned her name like a prayer, my legs trembling as pure elation flooded every cell in my body.

We moved together, my thrusts matching the hungry roll of her hips. Her sighs turned into full-throated moans that sent my heart racing wildly. The wet slap of our bodies, the smear of colors between us, the distant festival sounds — it all blended into a haze of bliss. I fought not to cum too soon, wanting this to last forever. She noticed my struggle and smiled, pulling away briefly before lowering me to the ground and mounting me properly.

Tamannaah took full control, riding me with powerful, demanding strokes. She used my cock like it existed solely for her pleasure, and I surrendered completely, moaning shamelessly. Looking up at her — breasts bouncing, body painted in red and my devotion, eyes locked on mine with raw hunger — I felt like I was ascending.

But she wanted to break me even further.

 

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Desires of the Soil

Part 1: Holi Ki Tamannaah

[Section 7 of 8]

She suddenly lifted off my cock, leaving me throbbing and desperate. Raising her arm, she exposed the smooth, sweat-glistened skin of her armpit, dotted with tiny dark shaved hairs and shining with the evidence of her exertion.

“Now, drink,” she instructed, her voice commanding and regal, every inch the Sarpanch’s daughter.

I obeyed instantly, leaning up to press my tongue against her warm, salty skin. The taste hit me like a divine elixir — sharp, intimate, deeply feminine, carrying the essence of her effort, her desire, her dominance. It was more than sweat. It was her raw life force, the flavor of years of separation finally bridged. A strange, transcendent tingling spread from my spine to my knees and beyond. I felt complete. Whole. As if every missing piece of my soul had been restored through this single act of submission. I licked and sucked with fervent worship, savoring the tiny hairs against my tongue, drinking her sweat like it was the only thing keeping me alive. Elation surged through me in waves so powerful I nearly blacked out. This was nirvana. This was love in its most primal, honest form.

 

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Desires of the Soil

Part 1: Holi Ki Tamannaah

[Section 8 of 8]

While my tongue devoured her armpit, she stroked my cock with firm, knowing strokes.

She leaned close to my ear and whispered, “Drench me with the colour of your life.”

The words sent lightning through me. She remembered. That long-ago night when I had begged to cum on her tits for the first time. She had wrinkled her nose at first, but I had joked, “It’s not disgusting if you think of it as colouring your body with my life.” She had laughed then, rolled her eyes, and let me. It had been the most intense orgasm of my young life.

Until now.

Hearing her repeat it, voice husky with shared memory and fresh lust, destroyed whatever control I had left. I exploded violently. Thick, powerful ropes of cum erupted from me, painting her stomach, her heaving breasts, her neck, and her outstretched tongue as she leaned down to catch it. She moaned in delight, savoring my taste exactly as she had years ago.

“After all these years,” she breathed, licking her lips with a satisfied smile, “you still taste like mine.”

The overwhelming rush — the years of longing finally released, the validation of her desire matching mine, the sacred taste of her sweat still lingering on my tongue — was too much.

My vision blurred. The world tilted.

I fainted with a smile on my face, knowing this was only the beginning.

Starring: Tamannaah Bhatia

A #FettbOriginal Fantasy

Tamannaah will return for further sequels

 

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Filling Old Wounds

Part 1: The Edge of Us

[Section 1 of 11]

Oh god… my heart is racing, a wild drumbeat echoing through my chest as I stand here in your loft.

The space feels alive around us — those tall industrial windows letting in golden afternoon light that cuts through the air like warm blades, painting long dramatic shadows across the exposed brick walls and the heavy, rustic wooden table that has become our silent witness. The air is thick with the scent of old wood, faint dust, and now… the growing musk of our arousal. This loft has been my temporary sanctuary since I moved back to the city, a place where I’ve been slowly unraveling the careful distance I once kept between us. But tonight, everything is shifting.

 

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Filling Old Wounds

Part 1: The Edge of Us

[Section 2 of 11]

I remember us as children — running through dusty streets, sharing secrets under the banyan tree near our old neighborhood. You were always so gentle, looking at me with those quiet eyes full of unspoken longing. I knew you carried a deep crush, one that made your cheeks flush whenever I smiled at you.

When you finally confessed, I pushed you away. “We’re too close,” I had whispered then, my voice trembling. “I can’t risk losing you over something that might break us.” I never told you the full truth — that fear gripped me, not because I thought you were unworthy, but because I was terrified of ruining the purest connection I had. I let you believe it was something harsher. That guilt has lingered in me for years.

But I’m not that scared girl anymore.

My skin glistens with oil, every curve catching the light — my tits feel heavy straining against the tiny red micro-bikini, nipples stiff and aching, my long wet hair clinging to my shoulders like damp silk ropes. The thin fabric does almost nothing to hide my bush, already dewy with anticipation.

 

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Filling Old Wounds

Part 1: The Edge of Us

[Section 3 of 11]

The loft feels intimate now, almost sacred in its rawness — just us, the warm light, and years of restrained desire finally breaking free.

I lean back against the solid edge of the table, one hand gripping the worn wood for balance, my body arching subtly to present myself to you. My voice comes out soft, trembling with emotion and need.

“I’ve felt your eyes on me these past weeks, even when you tried to look away… I don’t want to hide anymore. Not from you.”

Your hands finally reach for me, sliding over my oiled golden skin. The touch sends shivers racing through me. You pull the bikini top aside with reverence, exposing my breasts.

 

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Filling Old Wounds

Part 1: The Edge of Us

[Section 4 of 11]

When your mouth finds one swollen nipple, sucking it deeply, I let out a long, breathy moan that echoes softly in the loft. My back arches harder, pushing my tit deeper into your warm mouth as your tongue swirls around the sensitive peak.

All those childhood afternoons where I felt your quiet affection… I wish I had been brave enough then.

My hand drifts down, feeling the hardness of your cock straining for me. I stroke you gently through the fabric at first, then with more urgency. “Please…,” I whisper, my voice husky and intimate. “Let’s finally cross this bridge together.”

 

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Filling Old Wounds

Part 1: The Edge of Us

[Section 5 of 11]

The thick head of your cock presses against my slick, swollen pussy lips, rubbing up and down my wet folds. The way your head runs around the lips of my pussy sends electricity zapping through my body.

Oh what an amazing woman I would have been if I let you do this to me a long, long time ago!

“Take my penance, for all the wrong that I’ve done by us all these years…,” I plead into your ears.

When you push forward and slide into me in one slow, deep thrust, a loud, filthy gasp escapes my lips. My walls stretch around your girth, clenching greedily as you fill me completely. The sensation is exquisite — that burning stretch, the way my juices coat every inch of you. I can feel you throbbing inside me, so deep, so right.