Chapter 93: Mom wants to do treatnt in office Part-2(R-18)
"Oh?" She dropped her pallu, baring the soft swell of her cleavage. "Then I suppose we shouldn’t waste ti."
She shifted in his lap, loosening the sling bag to free his bandaged hand.
Gently, she cupped his cheeks, tilting his face up to et her eyes. Slowly, she leaned in, pressing him back against the chair as her lips claid his in a deep kiss. Their tongues tangled hungrily, saliva mixing in wet rhythm.
Her fingers flew down his shirt, popping buttons open.
Rohit’s good hand gripped her hip, fingers digging into the plush curve through the silk, tugging at the saree folds. She caught his wrist mid-rush. "Wait... you’ll ruin it, honey."
Rising gracefully, she unwound the saree and let it pool crimson at her feet—revealing toned legs, thick thighs, and red lace panties already dark with arousal.
Now in just her blouse and panties, she turned slowly, showing the heart-shaped curve of her ass. "Like what you see... baby?" she purred.
Rohit folded his hands above his head, cock straining hard against his pants. He licked his lips, "Why dont you check it out yourself."
Ragini tugged the zipper and made his shaft spring free. She held it in her hand, giving it a gentle stroke.
A soft, pleased giggle escaped her. "so eager.. Good boy."
(breastfeed scene..)
She lowered herself again. This ti facing him, thighs straddling wide, her heat pressing directly over his erect shaft.
She rolled her hips in slow, torturous circles—once... twice... letting his dick feel every slick inch of her dripping pussy through the thin fabric.
Her breasts hovered close to his face, nipples peaked and semi visible through the blouse.
She leaned in, lips brushing his ear. "Feel how wet I am for you.." she whispered, rocking languidly. "All this... just from knowing, how badly you craving ."
"Damn, you’re such a tease," Rohit groaned, hands sliding up her smooth thighs, thumbs brushing the lace edge
She caught his attempt and guided his palm gently—to her breast instead. "Let
handle this, okay..."
*Squeeze-Squeeze*
Rohit gave a brief squeeze as his eyes fell on her voluptuous figure.
She arched back, unhooking her blouse and bra in one smooth motion. The fabric loosened, revealing her full, milky breasts—small, round nipples erect, a faint bead of milk already forming.
Rohit latched onto one imdiately, sucking gently. Warm milk touched his tongue. "You’re already leaking... were you that stressed out?"
"Mmmh..." Ragini moaned, pulling him back in place, fingers threading through his hairs. "You have no idea how much I needed this."
He sucked harder, hands gripping her ass to pull her closer.
Her pussy lips slid along his shaft, friction making her shiver. "Aanh... ssss. Gentle, honey. We have all the ti."
He pulled back just enough to speak against her nipple, a teasing grin on his lips as he gave one last slow suck.
"You sure?" Another soft suck. "What if the phone rings..." Suck. "...or Secretary Pathak cos?" His finger slipped under the damp lace, tracing her slick folds while his mouth returned to her breast.
"H-haah..." Her face flushed deep red as she draped her arms over his shoulders, voice soft and shaky. "Nothing will happen... keep going, son."
"ummh.."
Rohit’s cock twitched hard at the ’son’ word, a low groan rumbling in his throat.
A slow, wicked smile spread across his face. He latched back onto her nipple, gentler this ti, his tongue swirling slow circles around the areola, drawing out another bead of milk.
She bit her lower lip and shivered hard as she closed her eyes, pulling his face closer to her left breast.
He patted her hand to give him space, asking, "Get up a bit, mom. I can do better."
She nodded and rose to her knees, putting weights on his shoulders.
Rohit grabbed her waistband and pulled it over, revealing her pussy lips slick with wet juices, and inserted his two fingers deep down into it.
Mouth on nipples, he kept sucking, licking, and kneading, giving attention to both of her breasts to not leave a single drop of milk behind.
"mmmh.. ahh"
She was barely holding up as she felt heat surge between her thighs.
His fingers inside her pussy worked miracles in her crotch, sending butterflies tingling through her belly. Unable to bear, she wrapped her hands over his head
"sssh.. haah! my good son, mmmmh.. dont stop."
Her soft weights pressed down fully, smothering his face in warmth.
Blind to everything but her, his fingers kept moving, relentlessly.
She squird, thighs clenching tight around his hand as she slipped slightly on his lap.
The sudden emptiness made her gasp. Desperate, she pulled his face tighter to her chest.
She began a slow grind, hips rolling lazy circles over his hard shaft. Her pussy lips dripped, slick and hot, while her breasts swayed and brushed his face with every motion.
The heat surged through both of them until Ragini suddenly jerked upward with a sharp gasp, her thighs trembling, breath coming in uneven pants.
Her face was flushed crimson now, her eyes glassy.
She bit her lower lip hard, trying to regain composure, but her voice cracked just a little. "R-Rohit...my son."
She pressed herself down again — harder this ti — grinding her drippy pussy with less control, more in heat. "I... I can’t endure anymore," she admitted in a shaky whisper as she tried to guide his hard rock like erect shaft inside her itching canal. "I need you... now." However, it went in only halfway.
Rohit licked his fingers clean, still glistening with her juices, eyes locked on hers as she pulled herself down harder. "Yes... Mommy, take it all. I’m all yours."
(cowgirl_scene..)
Slap.
Ragini braced both hands on his shoulders and dropped fully onto his cock with a wet, obscene slap of skin on skin. "Haaah... so big..."
She sank lower with a throaty moan, finally swallowing every thick inch inside her slick, greedy heat. Her walls fluttered and clenched tight around his shaft as she rocked forward, then back, finding her rhythm.
She started bouncing—slow, deliberate drops at first, then faster, harder.
Her slippery folds greased his shaft with every rise and fall, slick plap-plap-plap sounds filling the office air.
"Haaah—Haangh—Haanh—aanh..."
Her tongue slipped out, face flushed and wrecked with need as she rode him relentlessly,
’He is stretching
so much.. god, I am going crazy.’
She dug her nails into his shoulders, ass cheeks slapping his thighs harder and harder, her pussy clamping down even tighter around him.
"Urgh..."
Rohit groaned, hands sliding up her thighs to steady her wild rhythm.’ Damn, she is so aroused. Her insides are suckin
tight. I want to ram her harder.’
He tilted her body slightly to the right, letting one heavy breast dangle close to his mouth.
’My mommy milkers..’ Greedily, he latched on, sucking the leaking nipple while she bounced faster.
’This is so hot.. I will fuck her brains out.’
The new angle let him thrust up to et her drops, pounding deeper.
He almost reached to the edge in minutes—until sharp pain shot through his bandaged hand from gripping her hip too hard.
"Shit—my hand, fuck." he panted, voice rough with lust and frustration.
"Let’s move over there. I’ll fuck you like you need."
She blinked, puzzled, still grinding slowly, refusing to leave. "Where?"
He nodded toward the glass wall, the one overlooking the entire operations.
Since, the tint was one-way, so no one outside could see in.
Ragini slid off him reluctantly.
’Fuck, I dont have damn ti.’
"Wait.. slow down."
Rohit, took off and threw his pants aside.
He yanked her forward, and pressed her hard against the cool glass, ignoring her protests.
(standing-leg-raise_scene)..
He crashed his lips onto hers in a fierce surprise kiss.
Their tongue plunging deep to cut off her words. "Mhhh..." she moaned, lting into it, her body going soft and pliant against the glass.
’That’s right, keep your mouth shut and let
fuck you.’
His hands cupped her heavy breasts, thumbs teasing her leaking nipples until her body shuddered against him.
"look You ca just by touching nipples.
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