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Finally, Karan’s fingers found the waistband of my panty, and my heart raced in anticipation. I had been desperately waiting for this moment, longing to feel completely exposed before him. He slowly pulled the fabric down my thighs, and a rush of excitement surged through me.
With a gentle tug, my panty slipped off, leaving me exposed and vulnerable on the dining table. The cool air caressed my skin, igniting my senses and awakening every nerve ending. I lay there, fully naked, my body glistening under the soft light, caught in a thrilling mix of shyness and exhilaration.
Karan’s gaze swept over me, his eyes darkening with desire as he took in my bare form. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice rich with awe and longing. That simple compliment sent a surge of warmth through me, making me feel more wanted than I had in years.
The cool surface of the table contrasted sharply with the heat pooling within me. I could see the intensity in Karan’s eyes, feeling his desire radiating toward me like a blazing fire. My body instinctively arched toward him, craving his touch, his taste, and the growing intimacy between us.
As he leaned in closer, I felt his breath against my skin, teasing and tantalizing. Every inch of me was laid bare, not just physically but emotionally. The vulnerability was profound, yet with Karan, I felt cherished and safe.
“Please, Karan,” I breathed, desperation lacing my voice. I wanted him to explore me completely, to immerse us in this intoxicating moment together. My body tingled with anticipation, and I felt my pulse quickening as I awaited his next move.
As I lay there on the dining table, naked and exposed, I sensed what Karan might do next. My pulse quickened in anticipation, the thought of it sending a thrill through my entire body. I had a feeling he was going to pour that chocolate syrup on my pussy and take our intimacy to a whole new level.
Just as the idea settled in my mind, I saw him reach for the bottle, confirming every thought I had. The cool sensation of the chocolate syrup against my skin sent shivers down my spine, mixing with the heat of the moment. I gasped as the thick sweetness spread over me, coating my most intimate place.
Karan’s eyes darkened with lust as he leaned in, his mouth meeting my chocopussy in the most delicious way possible. His tongue traced slow, sensual circles over the sticky chocolate, licking and tasting every inch of me. A loud moan escaped my lips, and it was impossible to hold back.
His tongue, warm and eager, flicked against me, sending waves of intense pleasure through my body. I arched my back instinctively, wanting more of him, craving the feeling of his mouth, his fingers, everything. I writhed under his touch, every nerve ending alive with the mix of sensations.
The cool chocolate, the heat of his mouth, and the incredible pleasure he was giving me. “Karan… oh, Karan!” I screamed his name, unable to contain the ecstasy that rushed through me. It wasn’t just moaning. I was screaming with the kind of pleasure that shook me to my core.
His tongue worked its magic on my chocopussy, alternating between long, slow licks and quick, teasing flicks. His fingers found the perfect rhythm, stroking me in all the right places. The intensity of it all had me on the brink of something overwhelming.
My legs trembled, and my hands gripped the table. My whole body felt like it was on fire, burning with a pleasure I had never known before. Karan’s attention to every detail made the moment feel deeply personal and electrifying.
I was completely at his mercy. I didn’t want it to stop. I didn’t want this moment to end. The pleasure overwhelmed me, building until it exploded in a wave that I couldn’t hold back any longer. My body tensed as the most incredible orgasm washed over me.
I cum hard, my pussy clenching around nothing. My juices flowed, splashing onto Karan’s face mixing with the remnants of the chocolate. It was raw, intense, and unlike anything I had ever felt. My entire body shook. I cried out in ecstasy, unable to control the flood of sensations coursing through me.
Every nerve was on fire, and my chest heaved with the effort of catching my breath. The release was everything—powerful, consuming, and freeing all at once. Karan, ever attentive, didn’t stop. He licked every drop, savouring the mixture of my orgasm and the chocolate.
His tongue moved with purpose and tenderness. He didn’t shy away from the intimacy of the moment. Instead embracing it as if it were his way of showing just how much he cherished every part of me. His lips were soft yet firm, cleaning me with such care that it sent aftershocks of pleasure through my body.
It took a couple of minutes for my breath and heartbeats to steady after the intensity of what had just happened. My body was still tingling from the powerful orgasm. I felt warm, completely spent, but in the best way possible.
Karan gently pulled me up from the dining table and wrapped me in his arms. His embrace was firm, comforting, and full of tenderness. I hugged him back tightly, not wanting to let go, feeling the security of his body pressed against mine.
With my breathing still heavy, I buried my face in his chest, Inhaling his familiar scent and letting the moment sink in. It wasn’t just about the pleasure—it was the deep connection we had formed. In that embrace, with my face hidden in his chest, I savoured the best moment of my life.
It was pure, unspoken, and perfect. Karan’s heartbeat was steady under my ear, reminding me that I wasn’t alone. He had given me more than just a night of passion. He had given me a piece of myself back, the part that I thought I had lost forever.
I held him even tighter, not wanting the moment to slip away. Feeling a wave of wildness and naughtiness washed over me. I decided it was my turn to give Karan what he had given me—the pleasure, the intensity, and the connection. But I wanted to do it in my way.
Letting that fiery, unspoken side of me come out without making it obvious to him. With a mischievous glint in my eye, I gently pushed Karan onto the chair. He looked surprised but intrigued, his gaze following me as I got down from the dining table.
Kneeling in front of him, I reached for his hard cock, feeling the heat of his skin under my fingers. I kissed it softly at first, tasting him, letting my lips explore every inch of him with tenderness. My heart raced with excitement, knowing what I was about to do next.
Without breaking eye contact, I grabbed the chocolate syrup bottle from the table. I slowly poured it over his length, watching as the dark liquid coated his shaft. It was a sight that made me shiver with anticipation. I was about to take control in the most sensual way.
Karan let out a gasp as I leaned in, swirling my tongue around his chocolate-covered cock. His hand found the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair. He gently pushed me closer, moaning my name in that deep, breathless way that sent shivers down my spine.
I didn’t waste a second. I took him into my mouth, savouring the mixture of chocolate and him, teasing his sensitive skin with my tongue as I went deeper. Karan’s breathing became ragged. I could feel his hips bucking, matching the rhythm of my mouth.
His wildness spurred me on. I tried to take him as deep as I could, feeling him hit the back of my throat. I wanted to give him the same pleasure he had given me, to see him lose himself in the ecstasy of the moment. He groaned, his grip tightening in my hair.
I worked him harder, my tongue swirling around him, sucking and licking like my favourite treat. Each moan, each gasp, only fueled my desire to keep going, to push him to the edge, just as he had done to me moments before. I could feel his body tense, his breathing ragged, and I knew he was close.
Karan’s moans grew louder and more urgent. I felt his body tense beneath my touch. He groaned my name, a raw, guttural sound that sent a thrill through me, and I knew he was close. I pulled his slick, throbbing cock from my mouth, positioning myself so his release would fall onto my boobs.
The moment his hot cum splashed across my boobs, I couldn’t believe how far I had let myself go. It was wild, erotic, and so far beyond anything I’d ever imagined doing. I marvelled at how I had become this version of myself—so free, so unrestrained.
With Karan, I felt like I could do anything explore parts of myself that had been hidden away for so long. How did I get so comfortable, so naughty with him, without even realizing it? But the truth was, Karan had never pushed me into anything I didn’t want.
He had this way of unlocking parts of me I didn’t even know existed—things I never thought I’d love or even try. He made me feel safe, desired, and completely in control, all at the same time.
This wasn’t about being slutty. It was about discovering a side of myself that had been dormant, waiting for someone like him to bring it to life. Karan gently laid me back on the dining table, my legs dangling off the edge as he positioned himself between them.
He spread my thighs apart, his eyes filled with a mix of lust and tenderness. I could feel the warmth of his body hovering over me. With one smooth motion, he positioned his dick at the entrance of my pussy. He leaned down, his lips finding mine for another deep, slow kiss that sent shivers through my body.
I was ready, aching for him to be inside me. My body was burning with desire. But Karan, ever the tease, didn’t rush. Instead, he rubbed his dick against my wetness, letting it glide over my throbbing clit. Every little touch made me gasp, my hips moving involuntarily to meet him, begging for more.
He could see it in my eyes, the pure want and need. I craved him, every inch of him. But he held back, making me wait, drawing out the moment. He smirked, his breath hot on my neck, and asked in that low, teasing voice of his, “How is your birthday going, Ishika?”
His words sent a new surge of heat through me. I could hardly form a coherent thought. Panting, I replied, “It’s so good, Karan… please, push your dick inside me, make my birthday the best.” That’s when he finally gave in, pushing his dick inside me with a firm, slow thrust.
My eyes closed as I moaned his name, feeling every inch of him fill me. I could feel the sensation of him inside me, of the pleasure we were sharing. My body arched off the table, and my breath caught in my throat. All I could do was surrender to the moment, completely lost in the bliss of him making love to me.
Karan started slowly, moving gently inside me. His strokes were deep and purposeful, allowing me to savour every second of the connection between us. I could feel him filling me. His body pressed against mine as he moved with a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure coursing through me.
I moaned softly at first, my hands gripping the edge of the table as my hips rose to meet his every thrust. But then, something shifted. The gentleness turned into raw, passionate wildness. Karan’s pace quickened, and soon he was fucking me with an intensity that made my entire body tremble.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. I was screaming his name, my voice echoing in the room, filled with nothing but pure, uninhibited pleasure. The sensations were overwhelming. I felt tears streaming down my cheeks, not from pain but from sheer ecstasy.
I had never experienced anything like this before. Such intense pleasure that my body and emotions collided most beautifully. Karan gripped my hips tighter, slamming into me harder. With every thrust, I cried out in pleasure, my moans mingling with his groans.
My breasts bounced with each powerful movement. His hands found them, mauling them roughly as his wildness took over. He squeezed my breasts, his fingers digging into my soft skin as he rammed into me. Then his mouth was on my nipples, sucking them fiercely.
The sensation of his mouth, his teeth gently biting down, sent shockwaves through me, heightening the pleasure. My body arched off the table. My mind was completely lost in the wild abandon of the moment. Karan was everywhere, his hands, his mouth, his dick, taking me in ways I had never imagined.
I screamed his name again, barely able to catch my breath. He sucked my nipples, his mouth hot and demanding. Each thrust, each bite, each moan from him sent me spiralling deeper into this incredible high. I knew that this moment was everything I had ever wanted and more.
As Karan pounded into me, the thought hit me. I was really getting fucked hard on the dining table. The dining table, of all places. I had never done anything like this outside the bedroom before. This wasn’t just new—it was overwhelming, exciting, and thrilling all at once.
The contrast of the familiar setting. A place where meals were shared, now turning into the backdrop of my wildest desires, sent a rush through me. I couldn’t believe what was happening. Yet, I loved every second of it. The rawness, the passion, the freedom to be as wild and uninhibited as I wanted.
It was so far removed from the person I thought I was—a woman who had kept her desires in check. I had never explored beyond the confines of a bedroom. But now, with Karan, I was discovering a side of myself that was adventurous and unafraid to embrace the pleasure that came with it.
And it was only 11 AM! There was still an entire day ahead of us. My mind raced with thoughts of what else Karan might have planned, what he would do to me next. I had no idea what the rest of the day held, but the anticipation made me tingle with excitement.
I was falling in love with this new side of myself—the naughty, daring Ishika who was ready for anything. As I felt the tension building within me, I knew I was about to cum. Karan’s movements became faster, more urgent, as his climax approached.
The sound of his groans and the way he thrusted into me drove me wild. I lifted my hips, matching his rhythm. Wanting to feel every inch of him as deep as possible, raw and unfiltered. I was lost in the intensity of the moment.
Then, before he could even ask, I found myself breathlessly whispering, “Cum on my boobs again, Karan.” I didn’t know where that sudden boldness came from. But I wanted to see his love on me, to feel his cum on my boobs, to watch it mingle with the redness left from his bites and hickeys.
He groaned deeply, his body responding to my request. With one final, powerful thrust, he pulled out and came hard on my breasts. The warmth of his cum covered my skin. At that same moment, I let go with a scream, my orgasm tearing through me in waves of ecstasy.
Karan collapsed over me, both of us panting. Our bodies were slick with sweat and still trembling from the intensity of what we had just shared. Without a word, he grabbed some tissues, cleaning his cum from my boobs with tenderness.
Then, in one swift motion, he scooped me up from the dining table and carried me to the bedroom. I felt weightless in his arms, safe and cherished. He laid me gently on the bed, then climbed in beside me, wrapping his arms around me in a tight embrace.
I hugged him back just as fiercely, feeling his heartbeat against mine. As we lay there, catching our breath, he whispered in my ear, “Your birthday has just started, Ishika.” His voice was full of promise and mischief.
I couldn’t help but smile shyly, feeling a mix of excitement and anticipation. “I can’t wait to see what special things you’ll do next, Karan. I’m all yours.”
With that, we drifted off to sleep, our bodies entwined, resting after the most exhilarating start to my birthday.
The End
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