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Filling Old Wounds

Part 2: The Growing Ache

[Section 6 of 10]

The blend of that old memory and the intense physical pleasure is intoxicating. Guilt twists into something hotter, filthier. My pussy grips you tighter with every thrust, as if trying to apologize and reward you at the same time. Sweat and oil make our bodies slide together perfectly. I wrap my legs around your waist, pulling you even deeper, moaning your name like a confession as the pressure builds inside me.

You eventually pull out, leaving me empty and clenching around nothing. You help reposition me. I climb onto the table on my knees, then carefully lower myself onto you with my back facing you. I glance over my shoulder, biting my lip, eyes heavy with lust as I guide your thick cock back to my dripping entrance.

I sink down slowly, inch by inch, until my thick ass rests fully against you, taking every last bit of your length. A deep, guttural moan escapes my lips — the new angle hits completely different places inside me, pressing against my front wall in a way that makes my vision blur with pleasure.

I begin to move. At first slow, sensual grinds, rolling my hips in filthy circles, feeling your cock stir deep within me. Then I build speed, bouncing properly. My round, full ass ripples and claps softly against your hips with every downward motion. I arch my back deeply, pushing my ass higher, giving you the perfect view while my heavy breasts sway and bounce freely beneath me. My long wet hair cascades down my back, sticking to my sweat-slicked skin.

 

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#FettbOriginalSequel

Filling Old Wounds

Part 2: The Growing Ache

[Section 7 of 10]

The pleasure is intense and overwhelming. My swollen clit grinds against you with every bounce. My pussy makes loud, slick, obscene noises as it swallows your cock again and again. Sweat drips down my spine and between my breasts. Each powerful movement brings flashes of that moonlit beach — the way I swam away from you, the cold emptiness I left in both of us. Those memories make your cock feel like sweet penance. Every deep stroke soothes the old wound while creating new waves of ecstasy. I reach between my legs, rubbing my clit in tight circles as I ride you harder, moaning louder, lost in the rhythm and the overwhelming sensations.

I eventually slide off you, turn around, and drop to my knees on the table in front of you. My face is flushed, lips parted, eyes locked on yours with pure, desperate hunger.

I lean forward and take you into my mouth, tasting our combined juices on your throbbing cock. I suck you lovingly — slow, deep strokes with my tongue swirling around the head, my hands stroking what I can’t fit. The taste of myself on you only makes me wetter.

Then I rise slightly, straddling one of your thighs before guiding you back inside my dripping pussy in a close kneeling position.

 

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Filling Old Wounds

Part 2: The Growing Ache

[Section 8 of 10]

“Feel how soaked I am for you,” I breathe against your skin. “This closeness… it’s what I robbed us of for so long.”

I ride you from my knees, breasts pressed tightly against your chest, sensitive nipples dragging against your skin with every sensual roll of my hips. The stretch, the friction, the emotional weight of finally giving myself to you after years of distance. My pussy clenches rhythmically around you as pleasure builds again, layer upon layer.

You guide me back to standing. I bend over the table more fully this time, upper body pressed against the cool wood, my thick ass presented high and inviting. My wet hair spills across the surface as I glance back at you with heavy-lidded eyes.

“Take me harder,” I plead, voice breaking with need. “Make my body pay for every time I turned away from what we both wanted.”

You thrust back in powerfully. The deep, primal angle steals my breath. My heavy tits squash firmly against the table, sensitive nipples rubbing roughly against the grain with every forceful stroke. My thick ass ripples violently each time your hips slap against me. The wet, gritty sounds of skin-on-skin fill the loft — loud, obscene, and utterly liberating. Juices run down my inner thighs in warm rivulets. Your cock fills me so completely in this position, hitting depths that make my legs shake and my pussy spasm uncontrollably around you.

 

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#FettbOriginalSequel

Filling Old Wounds

Part 2: The Growing Ache

[Section 9 of 10]

Every pounding thrust drives the memories deeper — that beach day, the fear, the loneliness I caused. The pain of the past only heightens the raw physical pleasure of the present. I push back to meet you, moaning loudly, completely lost in the filthy, healing rhythm.

You sit on the edge of the table and pull me on top again, facing you. I straddle your lap and sink down onto your cock with a long, broken moan of pure bliss. My hands rest on your shoulders as I begin to ride, slowly at first, then harder.

I lean forward, my heavy breasts bouncing inches from your face. I cup them in my hands, squeezing the soft flesh and offering them to you as I slam my hips down, my thick ass rippling with every powerful movement. My wet hair falls around us like a curtain. Sweat drips between our bodies. My pussy clenches rhythmically around your throbbing cock, the sensations electric — my clit grinding against you, my walls fluttering wildly, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in my core.

 

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Filling Old Wounds

Part 2: The Growing Ache

[Section 10 of 10]

As the ecstasy builds toward its peak, a sharper, more painful memory suddenly crashes over me like a wave.

That loud, chaotic house party… I had slipped away into a back room, my dress already half-ruined from a spilled drink. It fell completely to the floor. I stood there naked, my breasts heavy, skin warm and flushed from the night’s heat. I turned — and there you were, standing in the doorway. Our eyes met for one frozen, electric second. I saw everything in your gaze: the old hunger, the fresh shock, the deep, lingering pain. I could have acknowledged you. I could have reached out. A real second chance.

But I looked away. Closed the door. Pretended it never happened.

That guilt surges through me now as I ride you harder, my pussy clenching desperately around your cock. I know you saw me that night… the shame still burns hot in my chest, but your cock pressing so insistently against my walls, stretching me so perfectly — this is the only kind of ache I want anymore. The pain I caused you then only makes every thrust feel deeper, sweeter, more necessary.

I’m right on the edge, body burning, the memory hanging unresolved between us as I look into your eyes, panting, wondering if the same vision haunts you in this moment too.

I’m trembling violently, pussy pulsing wildly around you, soaked and desperate, hovering on the brink of release. The past and present are tangled so tightly now that I can barely tell them apart.

Starring: Avneet Kaur

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To be continued...

 

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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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The Only Poison

Part 3: The Original

 

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The Only Poison

Part 3: The Original

[Section 1 of 13]

He got off the bed, towering over her. Using the moment, she decided to try to take things back into her own hands by sitting up at the edge of the bed.

He clicked he tongue with a smirk. “You don’t think that this is an ‘act of defiance’ or something do you?”.

She whimpered.

He pushed her against the headboard and she landed on the pillows. Her mind told her to rebel, but her body wanted its prize. The pot of gold at the end of the year-long voyage that she had undertaken since that fateful graduation day last year. She simply looked at him. Her face showed an expression that was part curiosity and part fear. Oh what had she become?

 

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The Only Poison

Part 3: The Original

[Section 2 of 13]

He crawled onto the bed and yanked at her flowy lehanga. The expensive red lehenga ripped apart like cheap paper under his hands. Malavika gasped sharply as the fabric gave way. Her pelvis suddenly feeling the cold, harsh air brushing against her pussy that has been heating up ever since he walked into the room. The veil stayed on her face, partially obscuring her wide, fearful eyes.

For a moment, he simply stared down at her — the woman he had obsessed over for years, now lying beneath him in the shredded remains of the wedding clothes she had worn for his own godfather. His cock throbbed so hard it hurt.

One final movement of his hand, and she’d be free. He’d claim his grand prize. His abstinence would not have been for nothing. And so, he tore her choli off. Her large tits bounced free as if waiting for their captivity to end. His meal was ready.

Finally.

 

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#FettbOriginalSequel

The Only Poison

Part 3: The Original

[Section 3 of 13]

He took his time undressing, letting her watch. Malavika’s chest heaved with a mixture of terror and desperate arousal as his thick, veiny cock sprang free — heavier and harder than she had ever seen it with Kriti. A full year of deprivation had turned him feral.

He climbed onto the bed and hovered over her. His hands roamed slowly at first — almost reverently — tracing the curves he had only ever touched through her step-sister’s body. He squeezed her breasts hard, thumbs flicking across her nipples, then slapped them lightly, watching them jiggle.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he growled. “Not just your body. You. The real one. The superior one. The one who thought she could play god with everyone’s life.”

Malavika whimpered beneath the veil as he spread her legs wide. He rubbed the fat head of his cock up and down her soaked slit, coating himself in her juices, teasing her swollen clit until her hips bucked involuntarily.

“Please…” she whispered, voice shaking.

 

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The Only Poison

Part 3: The Original

[Section 4 of 13]

He pushed inside her — slow, deliberate, inch by inch — stretching her walls after so long without him. Malavika’s back arched sharply, a broken moan tearing from her throat. He was thicker than she remembered. Meaner.

This is victory. This is Kriti’s older, prouder sister wrapped around my cock. This is my godfather’s wife moaning like a cheap whore under me. I’m taking everything that tried to break me.

He bottomed out and held still for a long moment, savouring the way her pussy clenched desperately around him. Then he began to move — deep, powerful strokes that made her heavy tits bounce with every thrust. The torn bridal fabric tangled around her waist as he fucked her.