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The Only Poison

Part 2: The Duplicate

[Section 12 of 15]

He smiled but need not say anything.

The way the choli pushed against her tits, she remembered the what she did after that sauna. Wearing only the bridal choli, tits pushed up obscenely, she had stood at his door. “I think I’ve gained weight after the wedding… Can you check if it still fits? Be honest. Tell me if I’ve lost what used to drive men crazy.”

His fingers had brushed the fabric clinically. “It fits you perfectly. You look exactly as a bride should.”

Malavika’s eyes filled with angry tears. “I begged you to touch me that night. I wanted you to rip it off. Instead you measured me like a tailor and said nothing”. “Oh! If only he let his old hunger take control of his hands, I’d show off my own body to him”, she’d thought to herself.

 

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The Only Poison

Part 2: The Duplicate

[Section 13 of 15]

"I wasn't lying, though, was I?" It was as if he wanted her to feel the anguish at every step of the way. He was cruel, she knew, but this savage? It was coming as a shock to her.

Disgust burned in him when he remembered something else. She had called him into the bathroom in panic. He rushed in hoping nothing untoward had occurred. When he entered, she was sprawled in the bathtub, water pink with her period blood. Her red bikini top cling loosely to her as she looked at him expectantly. "I slipped", she'd said.

When she offered her hand to him, the bikini top slipped off her heavy breasts, leaving her areolas fully exposed. “Thank god, you came,” she had whispered breathlessly. “I feel so filthy… so exposed. Are you disgusted by me like this?”

He had simply helped her up, covered her with a towel, and left without a second glance, expression inscrutable.

 

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The Only Poison

Part 2: The Duplicate

[Section 14 of 15]

Malavika’s voice was barely a whisper now. “Even when I lay there covered in my own blood, offering my body like a whore… you still didn’t even offer me the dignity of your pity.”

"I think we both know that you wouldn't have wanted pity-sex. You're too proud of yourself", he said with a feigned certainty that she almost believed that he had actually thought that in that instance.

The shame she felt brought her back to this morning. She had floated in the pool in her wet bridal blouse and matching panties she’d bought for their suhagraat while he casually sunbathed.

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When he didn't even flinch, she walked out of the water and removed her blouse, smiling, knowing that this will either be his undoing or her own.

To her utter and devastating disappointment, he smiled at her curtly and put a hand on his eyes. “Blocking the sun or my body?”, she taunted him. When he refused to answer, she lay on the sunbed next to his, fully naked, her boobs in open view of the world, if anyone cared to look at them. Water was streaming over her curves.

 

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The Only Poison

Part 2: The Duplicate

[Section 15 of 15]

“Look at me!” she had finally snapped. “I married your fucking father in this dress and I swam in it for you. I’m completely naked in front of you! Does this remind you of nothing? Am I not enough anymore?" She finally realised that she was always the duplicate, despite what she'd heard him claim to Kriti last year. It never mattered that he thought of her when fucking her sister. Nothing could change the fact that she came to him first.

His calm reply: “You seem comfortable. That’s good for you.”

Her mind couldn't take the guilt and shame of that moment anymore. Malavika snapped back to the present and she lay beneath him now, fully dressed in her bridal outfit, broken and trembling with need.

He smirked down at her, fingers tracing the neckline of the choli.

“You wanted the monster back,” he said darkly. “Now you’re going to get everything you asked for".

Starring: Malavika Mohanan with Special Appearance from Kriti Sanon

A #FettbOriginal Fantasy Sequel

To be continued...

 

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#FettbOriginalFantasy

Filling Old Wounds

Part 1: The Edge of Us

[Section 11 of 11]

I reach back, gripping your thigh, pulling you even deeper. The weight of your body, the gritty slap of skin on skin, the way my juices coat us both — it’s all so raw and liberating. My mind swirls with childhood memories, with the years of distance, with the overwhelming pleasure flooding my senses. My body trembles on the edge, my cunt fluttering wildly around you, but I hold back, craving more of this beautiful unraveling.

I’m panting hard against the table, my pussy still throbbing around you, every nerve alive and begging for continuation. The loft feels smaller now, warmer, charged with everything we’re finally releasing.

Starring: Avneet Kaur

A #FettbOriginal Fantasy

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#FettbOriginalSequel

Filling Old Wounds

Part 2: The Growing Ache

An Avneet Kaur Adventure

 

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#FettbOriginalSequel

Filling Old Wounds

Part 2: The Growing Ache

[Section 1 of 10]

I’m still trembling, my cheek pressed firmly against the cool, worn surface of the wooden table, my thick ass raised high as you remain buried to the hilt inside me. The golden afternoon light pouring through the tall industrial windows has deepened into rich amber, catching every bead of sweat and oil on my golden-tan skin. My heavy breasts are squished beneath me, nipples still tingling from earlier friction. Your cock throbs powerfully inside my soaked, sensitive pussy, stretching my walls with that perfect, aching fullness that makes my toes curl and my breath hitch with every subtle shift of your hips.

 

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Filling Old Wounds

Part 2: The Growing Ache

[Section 2 of 10]

The loft feels alive with us — the faint creak of old wood, the distant hum of the city far below, the heavy scent of sex mixing with the earthy smell of the table. My long wet hair clings to my back and shoulders like silk ropes. Every breath I take makes my pussy flutter around you, milking your thickness instinctively.

While you’re still filling me so completely, let me remember one of the moments that still stings the sweetest…

We were teenagers the night we snuck out to that hidden beach cove. The sun was bright but we were secluded from the world. I wore that thin white dress, the one that turned almost sheer the moment it got wet. We waded into the warm sea together, laughing at first, but the laughter faded when the water made the fabric cling to every curve of my body — my tits, my hardening nipples, the outline of my hips. I felt your gaze like a physical touch, heavy with longing. When the waves took away my dress with them, leaving me bare in front of your hungry gaze, I wanted so badly to close the distance, to wrap my legs around you and let the water hide what our hands and mouths might discover.

 

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Filling Old Wounds

Part 2: The Growing Ache

[Section 3 of 10]

But fear won again. I forced a laugh, turned, and swam away, leaving you standing there alone with the waves lapping at your waist and that quiet hunger burning in your eyes. The guilt of that day has lived in me for years. Now, with you deep inside me, that old ache sharpens every sensation — making your cock feel thicker, hotter, more essential. The pain of what I denied us transforms into the most delicious pleasure.

You gently but firmly turn me over onto my back on the broad wooden table. I don’t resist. I spread my legs wide for you, knees bent, feet planted firmly on the edge, opening myself completely. My heavy, full breasts spill softly to the sides, nipples stiff and glistening under the warm light. My long wet hair fans out beneath me like a dark halo as I look up at you, chest rising and falling rapidly, heart pounding with a mixture of vulnerability and desperate need.

 

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Filling Old Wounds

Part 2: The Growing Ache

[Section 4 of 10]

“Come back inside me,” I whisper, my voice soft and trembling with raw emotion. “I want to see your face while you claim every part of me.”

You position yourself between my spread thighs. The thick head of your cock nudges my slick, swollen pussy lips, sliding up and down my folds, coating itself in my abundant juices. Then you push forward — slow, deliberate, relentless. A long, deep, filthy moan tears from my throat as my walls stretch around your girth. The burning glide is exquisite; I feel every ridge, every vein as you sink deeper and deeper until your hips press flush against me. My pussy clenches greedily, fluttering and squeezing around your entire length, drawing you in as if it never wants to let go.

 

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Filling Old Wounds

Part 2: The Growing Ache

[Section 5 of 10]

I feel so exposed, so connected. Every powerful thrust hits that perfect spongy spot inside me, sending electric waves of pleasure radiating through my belly and up my spine. My swollen clit grinds rhythmically against your base with each deep stroke, sparking bright bursts of ecstasy. My heavy breasts bounce and jiggle heavily with the motion, the sensitive nipples catching the cool air and sending sparks straight to my core. Juices flow freely from where we’re joined, coating your shaft and dripping down onto the wooden surface with wet, obscene sounds that echo softly in the loft.

I reach up, pulling you closer until our foreheads nearly touch. My voice comes out in broken gasps. “On that beach that day… I was already aching for you under that soaked white dress. I wanted your hands on me, your mouth on my skin. Even after I left, I looked back at you as I lay on that bench, fully naked, but I didn’t have the courage to act on that feeling. Now your cock is pressing so deep, filling every lonely space I created between us. This stretch, this fullness — it’s the only ache I want to feel anymore.”