Meera remained seated on Vikram’s thick cock in the living room, her back against his chest, thighs spread wide over his. Every upward thrust forced a wet, creamy sound from her overfilled cunt and sent another slow trickle of his seed running down over his balls and onto the sofa. Her heavy breasts swayed freely under his hands as he squeezed and played with them, thumbs rubbing slow circles over her stiff nipples.

He fucked her like that for a long time—unhurried, deep, possessive—occasionally reaching down to rub her swollen clit until she came with a broken, muffled cry, her pussy clenching hard around him and forcing more thick cream out in messy pulses. Each time she finished shaking he simply continued the same steady rhythm, keeping her full and open, adding another load whenever he decided without ever pulling out.