Ayush made Tara kneel down in doggy position and spread her legs wide. He inserted his cock into her tight, wet pussy, his thickness stretching her walls and filling her completely. He grabbed her neck, making her look into the mirror and see herself being fucked. He made her watch as he sat on her back and pistoned into her pussy. He fucked her slowly, his cock sliding in and out of her wetness with a rhythmic motion.
Tara could feel his cock sliding in and out, the friction sending waves of pleasure through her body. She watched in the mirror, mesmerized by the sight of her son's cock disappearing into her pussy. She could see the way her lips stretched around his thickness, the way his balls slapped against her clit with each thrust.
"Look at yourself, Mom," Ayush murmured, his voice low and husky. "Look at how good you take my cock. You're such a good girl."
Tara whimpered, her pussy clamping down on Ayush's cock as he spoke. She watched in the mirror as he fucked her, his hips moving back and forth in a steady rhythm. She could feel every inch of his cock, the way it stretched her pussy and filled her completely.
"You like that, don't you, Mom?" Ayush asked, his voice filled with amusement. "You like being fucked by your son."
Tara couldn't answer, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She could only nod, her eyes fixed on the mirror as she watched her son fuck her.
"Say it, Mom," Ayush demanded. "Say you like being fucked by me."
"I… I like it," Tara gasped, her voice barely audible. "I like being fucked by you, son."
Ayush chuckled, his fingers tightening on her neck. "Good girl," he praised. "Now, let's make you cum."
Tara cried out as Ayush began to fuck her harder, his cock pistoning in and out of her pussy with a punishing rhythm. She could feel his balls slapping against her clit, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure through her body.
"Look at yourself," Ayush commanded. "Look at how you're getting fucked."
Tara looked in the mirror, her eyes widening as she watched her son's cock disappear into her pussy. "Oh God," she whimpered, her body shaking with pleasure.
"Imagine your stomach getting bigger and bigger, Mom," Ayush continued. "Imagine carrying my babies inside you, feeling them grow and move. Imagine giving birth to my children, feeling them slip out of your pussy and into my hands."
Tara moaned, her pussy clenching around Ayush's cock at his words. She could imagine it, could feel it. She could feel her stomach swelling, her body changing as she carried her son's child. She could feel the weight of the baby inside her, the pressure on her bladder and her lungs. She could feel the contractions, the pain and the pleasure as she gave birth.
"And then," Ayush said, his voice dropping to a low growl. "Imagine doing it all over again. Imagine getting pregnant again and again, your body changing as you carry my babies. Imagine feeling them move inside you, imagine giving birth to them. Imagine raising them, teaching them, loving them."
Tara moaned, her body trembling with pleasure. "Yes," she gasped. "Yes, Ayush. I want that. I want to carry your babies."
Ayush smiled, his fingers tightening on Tara's neck. "That's a good girl," he said. He increased his pace, his cock pounding into Tara's pussy with a brutal force. "Look at yourself, Mom. Look at your thin stomach. Imagine how big it will get when you're carrying my babies."
Tara looked down at her flat stomach, her eyes widening as she imagined it swollen with child. She could see it, could feel it. Her pussy clenched around Ayush's cock, her body shuddering with pleasure.
"Yes," she gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head. "Yes, Ayush."
"Good girl," Ayush whispered, leaning down to kiss her neck. "You're going to be such a good mommy. You're going to carry my babies and give them life. You're going to be my perfect little breeding bitch."
Tara moaned, the thought sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. "Yes," she whimpered. "I want to be your breeding bitch, Ayush."
"I'm going to buy a bigger house," Ayush said as he continued to fuck her relentlessly. "A house with a big backyard where you can play with our children. You will have a big family, Mom. Our own family. Dozens of children. Hundreds of them. You'll be pregnant with my babies for the rest of your life. You'll always be swollen with my seed."
Tara cried out, her body convulsing as she came. Her pussy clamped down on Ayush's cock, her walls pulsing and contracting as waves of pleasure washed over her. "Oh God, Ayush," she moaned. "Oh God."
Ayush continued to fuck Tara, his cock pounding into her pussy as she came. He could feel her walls clenching around him, her pussy milking his cock as she orgasmed.
"Good girl," he murmured, leaning down to kiss the back of her neck. "That's my good girl."
Tara collapsed onto the bed, her body shaking and trembling as Ayush continued to fuck her through her orgasm. She could feel his cock, still hard and thick inside her, still pounding into her with a steady, relentless rhythm.
As her orgasm faded, Tara felt a wave of exhaustion wash over her. Her body was spent, her energy drained from the intensity of her pleasure. But Ayush didn't stop, didn't slow down. He continued to fuck her, his cock still hard and thick, his thrusts still forceful and demanding.
Ayush's thrusts slowed, becoming deep and grinding as he reached his peak. He buried himself to the hilt inside her, holding her hips tight against him. Then, with a guttural groan, he began to release.
Tara gasped as she felt the condom suddenly expand within her. It wasn't just a quick spurt; it was a steady, heavy stream. The latex barrier thinned and stretched, ballooning out as it struggled to contain the sheer volume of his seed. She could feel the heat radiating from it instantly, a distinct warmth spreading deep inside her core.
With every pulse of his cock, the reservoir at the tip of the condom grew heavier. It sagged downward, weighing against her sensitive inner walls, the heat intensifying as his thick cum filled the space. She felt distinctly full, the packed condom pressing firmly against her cervix, the rubbery, soft texture of the overfilled sheath sliding slickly against her insides as Ayush rocked gently.
Tara lay limp beneath him, gasping for air as she felt the heavy warmth inside her. The condom was stretched to its absolute limit, acting as a hot, heavy weight deep within her womb. Ayush stayed buried inside her for a long moment, his chest heaving against her back as he rode out the last waves of his orgasm, his cock twitching occasionally as it delivered the final few drops.
Finally, he began to pull back. The sensation was intense; the overfilled condom was so tight around him that it dragged against her inner walls, creating a friction that made Tara shudder. As he slowly withdrew, the sheer size of the load became apparent. The latex was bulging enormously, a massive, translucent sack hanging from his still-hard shaft. It looked dangerously full, the thick fluid within sloshing heavily with his movement.
Tara let out a soft whimper as the crown of his cock popped free, her body instinctively trying to push the foreign object out, but the weight of the cum kept it nestled just inside her entrance.
Ayush reached down and carefully gripped the base of the thick, latex-filled sheath. The ring was tight against his skin, strained by the massive volume it contained. He pinched the reservoir tip to ensure it didn't spill and slowly began to peel the condom off his still-hard shaft.
Tara watched in the mirror, her breath hitching as she saw the sheer size of the load he had deposited.
With a practiced motion, Ayush pinched the open end of the condom and tied a firm knot, sealing the massive load inside. The latex was stretched thin, nearly transparent, and pulsed with the heat of his release. Holding the heavy, teardrop-shaped bundle, he slowly withdrew it from her entrance.
Tara watched in the mirror, her eyes wide and glazed, as the long, thick condom emerged from her body. It looked immense, the reservoir at the bottom bulging ominously with the sheer volume of his seed. It swayed heavily between Ayush's fingers, the thick, white creamy cum swirling within the latex, weighing it down like a pendulum.
Ayush leaned forward, gently placing the knotted condom directly onto Tara's lower stomach, right over her womb. The heat was intense against her skin, and the weight of it was startling—hot, heavy, and squishy. It sat there, a white, cloudy testament to his virility, radiating warmth into her belly.
The heat from the latex bundle seeped into her skin, a stark, heavy reminder of what had just transpired. Tara stared down at it, mesmerized by the sheer volume. The condom lay on her stomach like a white, swollen python, the thick fluid inside shifting slightly with every breath she took. It felt impossibly heavy, resting right over the place where his cock had just been, radiating an intense warmth that seemed to travel through her skin and settle deep in her belly.
Below it, her pussy was still quivering, the lips swollen and dark red from the abuse. A slow, steady trickle of her own juices leaked out, pooling on the sheets beneath her.
"You see that, Mom?" Ayush whispered, his voice thick with satisfaction. He reached out and tapped the side of the condom with his finger, making the heavy liquid slosh inside the stretched latex. "That's all for you. That's how much I want to fill you up."
Tara stared at the massive, swollen balloon resting on her stomach, mesmerizingly opaque and heavy. It felt like a burning stone against her skin, the heat radiating outward and seeping into her core. She could barely wrap her mind around the sheer volume of fluid contained within that thin layer of latex.
"It's... it's so heavy," she whispered, her voice trembling. She reached down a trembling hand, her fingertips brushing against the hot, slick surface. The latex was taut, ready to burst, and beneath it, she could feel the thick liquid churning slightly with her movements.
Ayush smirked, watching her fascination. He grabbed her wrist gently, guiding her hand to fully cup the heavy sack. "That's all seed, Mom. That's all meant to make you a mommy again."
Ayush leaned down, his large frame overshadowing her, and placed a hand over hers, pressing her palm flatter against the hot, squishy surface of the filled condom. He moved their hands together in a slow, circular motion over her stomach, smearing the residual warmth of the latex into her skin. The sensation was perverse and grounding, the weight of it feeling like a tangible anchor claiming her.
"Imagine if that wasn't there," Ayush murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "Imagine if all of that heat was coating your insides instead. Imagine how deep it would be swimming right now, searching for that egg."
Tara shuddered beneath him, a mix of shame and dark arousal spiraling through her. She could feel the wetness between her thighs increasing, her body reacting traitorously to his words despite the exhaustion. The visual of the massive, milky white balloon resting on her tummy was hypnotic. It looked like a strange, foreign fruit grown from their own illicit union.
Ayush's eyes darkened with a possessive glint as he watched her trembling fingers trace the heavy outline of the cum-filled balloon resting on her stomach. He gently removed her hand, taking the knotted condom between his fingers again. He lifted it slightly, letting the weight of it pull taut against the latex, suspending it right above her navel.
"You're staring at it like it's a trophy, Mom," Ayush teased, his voice low and rumbling.
The scene was a tableau of raw, post-coital debasement. Tara lay flat on her back, her chest heaving with shallow breaths. Her heavy breasts were swollen, and from her dark, puckered nipples, thin streams of white milk were leaking, running down the sides of her boobs to pool on the sheets beneath her.
Between her widespread thighs, her unshaven pussy was a mess. The thick, coarse black pubic hair was matted and slick with her fluids. The outer lips were puffy, angry red, and gaping slightly from the relentless pounding she had taken, a slow trickle of her juices continuing to leak out and glazing the dark hair.
Ayush knelt confidently between her legs, his towering frame casting a shadow over her. His massive, semi-hard cock rested heavily like a log across her lower abdomen, the shaft bridging the gap between her pubic bone and her navel. The condom, still tied and filled with his cum, lay discarded just above her belly button, a white, sloshing weight against her skin.
Tara's eyes were fixated on the monstrous appendage resting on her stomach. To her exhausted, haze-filled mind, the bright red, mushroom-shaped head of his cock didn't look like a body part—it looked like a massive, precious jewel. It glistened under the ambient light, the skin smooth and taut, throbbing slightly with his heartbeat. The contrast of the angry red head against the dark, veiny shaft was mesmerizing.
She moved her hand slowly, trembling as she reached out. Her fingers brushed against the hot, heavy flesh of his shaft. She wrapped her hand around the thick base, her fingers unable to fully encircle his girth. Gently, she began to pull the thick foreskin down. The skin was tight, resisting slightly before sliding back to reveal the full, menacing glory of the bright red crown. It pulsed in her grip, the slit at the tip winking at her.
Ayush watched her fascination with a smirk, enjoying the sight of his mother worshipping his cock with her eyes and hands. Without a word, he reached over to the nightstand and grabbed his smartphone. He unlocked it and opened the camera, the lens focusing on the erotic display before him.
The shutter sound of the phone camera clicked loudly in the quiet room, capturing the obscene tableau forever. The flash blinked, momentarily illuminating the sheen of sweat on Tara's skin, the white droplets of milk beading on her dark nipples, and the glistening, angry red of her battered pussy. The photo perfectly framed her hand gripping the base of his massive shaft, pulling the foreskin taut to reveal that jewel-like head, with the tied-off condom resting heavily on her stomach like a white, swollen trophy.
Ayush looked down at the screen, admiring his work. "Perfect," he murmured, zooming in slightly on the image to inspect the details. "Look at that, Mom. You look like a queen. My queen."
Tara didn't respond, her eyes still locked onto his cock, her hand slowly stroking the loose skin up and down over the slick head. The weight of the condom on her stomach was starting to slip, sliding down the slope of her belly toward her pubic hair.
Ayush tossed the phone onto the bed beside them, the screen glowing faintly. He didn't put it away; instead, he reached out with his free hand and picked up the heavy, knotted condom that had begun to slide down the slope of her stomach. He held it up, letting it dangle in the air between them. The weight of it stretched the latex, the thick, white mass inside shifting heavily like a liquid pendulum.
"Open your mouth, Mom," Ayush commanded softly, his voice dropping an octave.
Tara's eyes darted from the bright red head of his cock to the swinging balloon of cum in his hand. A tremor ran through her body, a mixture of hesitation and a dark, deep-seated hunger she couldn't deny. Her lips parted slowly, her jaw going slack in submission.
Ayush dangled the heavy, knotted balloon just above her lips, the sheer weight of it stretching the latex downward. The contents inside were thick and sluggish, and Tara could see the creamy opacity of the seed sloshing around.
"Suck on it," Ayush ordered softly, his eyes fixed on her face. "But don't swallow. Just taste it."
He lowered the reservoir tip until it brushed against her lower lip. The heat radiating from the trapped cum was intense. Tara parted her jaws wider, letting the bulbous, overfilled end of the condom slide into her mouth. It was huge, stretching her lips wide, filling her oral cavity much like his cock had. She wrapped her lips around the latex, her tongue pressing against the thin material, tasting the saltiness and the heat of the load through the barrier.
Tara's tongue pressed flat against the thin, stretched latex, exploring the contours of the massive reservoir. The heat was searing, transmitting through the rubber directly to her taste buds. She could taste the saltiness and the musk of his potent seed, even through the barrier. It filled her mouth completely, her jaw straining to accommodate the bulk of the fluid-filled balloon. The sheer weight of it resting on her tongue was overwhelming, a constant reminder of the volume Ayush had produced.
Ayush watched, his eyes darkening with lust as he saw her cheeks hollow out, suctioning against the condom. He slowly moved his hand, dragging the heavy sack back and forth across her tongue, letting her coat the outside of it with her saliva. The knot at the end brushed against her chin, cold and heavy.
"Get it nice and wet, Mom," he whispered, his free hand reaching down to stroke his bare shaft, which was beginning to harden again as he watched her degrade herself for him. "Imagine if that wasn't there. Imagine if you were tasting it straight from the source."
Ayush slowly pulled the cum-filled condom from her mouth, a thick string of saliva connecting her lower lip to the stretched latex before snapping. He tossed the heavy sack onto the mattress beside them, where it landed with a wet thud, rolling slightly but retaining its bulging shape.
He shifted his weight, the mattress dipping under his massive frame. His cock, now fully hard again, stood at imposing attention, the foreskin pulled back completely to reveal that angry, jewel-like head Tara had been mesmerized by. The bright red mushroom crown throbbed, a bead of clear precum welling up at the slit.
"Get up," Ayush commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. He swung his legs off the bed and stood up, his towering height dominating the room. He walked over to a plush armchair positioned directly in front of a large, full-length mirror and sat down, spreading his muscular legs wide.
Tara slowly rose from the bed, her body aching in places she didn't know existed. She felt the sticky remnants of her juices and the sweat drying on her thighs, a constant reminder of her surrender. She walked toward him, her eyes drawn to the mirror. The reflection showed a disheveled, older woman—her breasts leaking milk, her pubic hair matted and wet—approaching a powerful, virile young man.
"Kneel," Ayush said, pointing to the floor between his feet.
Tara sank to her knees, the carpet offering little cushion against the hard floor. She positioned herself directly between Ayush's spread thighs, her face level with his imposing manhood. Her eyes were drawn immediately to the mirror in front of them. The reflection was jarring; there she was, the acclaimed actress, the mother, looking wrecked and submissive, kneeling before her own son like a worshipper at an altar.
The scent of him was potent and overwhelming—a raw, masculine musk that was laced with a sharp, cheesy aroma from the day's accumulation under his foreskin. It filled her nostrils, a thick, heady scent that made her head spin and her mouth water uncontrollably. Ayush's massive cock lay heavy against his thigh, the dark skin glistening. The bright red mushroom head peeked halfway out of the thick, cavelike foreskin, radiating an intense heat that she could feel on her face from inches away.
Ayush reached down, his large hand gripping the base of his shaft, lifting the heavy weight of his cock so it pointed directly at her face. The heat radiating from it was fierce, hitting her flushed cheeks.
"Look at us in the mirror, Tara," he commanded, his voice low and rough.
She obeyed, her eyes locking onto their reflection. It was a scene of absolute depravity and ownership. She looked small, broken, and utterly devoted, while he looked like a king on his throne.
Ayush shifted his grip, his large hand wrapping around the back of her neck, pulling her closer until her forehead rested against his lower abdomen. The musky, cheesy scent was overwhelming now, fogging her senses.
"Listen to me closely," Ayush said, his voice dropping to a dark, possessive rumble that vibrated through his chest and into her skull. "From this moment on, everything is different. You are not going to look at me as your boy anymore. That part of our lives is over."
Tara looked up, her eyes wide and glassy, searching his face.
"Ayush?" she whispered, her voice trembling, the old habit dying hard.
"No," he said firmly, his grip on her neck tightening possessively, his fingers tangling in her hair. "That boy is gone. He died the moment I decided to claim you. Look at yourself. Look at who you belong to now."
He used his free hand to tap the heavy, red head of his cock against her cheek, the heat searing her skin. "I just married you, Tara. In here." He pointed to his temple, then down to his heart, and finally to his throbbing cock. "We are husband and wife now. The ring you wear is my seed inside you, and the vows we took were written with our bodies."
"So forget the word 'son'," Ayush commanded, his eyes boring into hers through the reflection in the mirror. "It doesn't exist for us anymore. I am your husband. I am the man who owns this body, who put that baby in your belly, and who is going to keep putting them there for the rest of your life."
He pulled her head forward, guiding the bright red, mushroom head of his cock toward her lips.
Ayush's grip on her neck loosened slightly, his fingers moving to stroke her cheek with surprising tenderness. He looked down at her, his intense gaze softening just enough to show the depth of his twisted affection.
"This is a different kind of love, Tara," he said gently, his voice a deep, soothing rumble. "It's an ancient, forbidden bond. A love so strong it breaks every rule. Because of that... we have to honor it. Since this is incest love between a mother and son, you can't just be my mother anymore. You need to step up."
He brushed a stray lock of hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear. "You need to act like a proper, strong Black married woman for your new husband. You need to carry yourself with pride, knowing you belong to me. You need to serve me, please me, and stand by my side just like a devoted wife would. No hesitation. No shame. Just the strength of a Black queen who loves her man."
Tara felt a warmth spread through her chest that had nothing to do with the heat radiating from his body. Her lips curled into a soft, genuine smile, her eyes shimmering with a mix of tears and adoration. The shame that had pricked at the edges of her consciousness evaporated, replaced by a fierce, glowing love for the man towering above her. She didn't see the boy she had raised anymore; she saw her provider, her protector, her man.
"Look at us," Ayush murmured, his thumb gently brushing away a tear that had escaped down her cheek.
She obeyed, turning her gaze to the large, ornate mirror in front of them. Their reflections showed a stark contrast—Tara, naked and kneeling between the spread legs of her towering husband, her skin glowing with a sheen of sweat, her dark nipples still leaking thin streams of milk that trailed down her breasts. Ayush, equally naked, his muscular form a canvas of power and strength, the only item he wore was his own wedding ring on his left hand. His hand held a matching wedding band for Tara, the simple golden band looking small and delicate in his large fingers.
He held out his left hand, showing the ring that glinted on his finger. Then, he took her left hand in his, lifting it so she could see.
"Interlock your fingers with mine," he instructed gently.
Tara did as she was told, weaving her fingers through his. Their hands interlocked, their wedding rings touching, creating a perfect circle of commitment.
"This is us," Ayush whispered, his eyes never leaving her reflection. "This is our wedding. This is our bond. And no one, no one, can take this away from us."
Ayush's left hand gently grasped her chin, guiding her face back toward the mirror. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear, his hot breath making her shiver. "I love you, Tara Henson," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I love the woman who gave birth to me. I love the mother who raised me. And I love the wife who now belongs to me, body, soul, and heart."
His free hand slid down her shoulder, trailing down her arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. It settled on her stomach, just below her navel, gently pressing into the soft skin.
"But most of all," he continued, his voice dropping to an intimate whisper, "I love the mother of my child. The woman who will give me a family. The woman who will help me build a legacy."
Tara could feel the heat radiating from him, enveloping her like a cocoon. His words sank deep into her heart, resonating with a truth she could no longer deny. She turned her face slightly, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of his wrist, her lips brushing against his skin.
"I love you too," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "My husband."
Ayush straightened up, his hand sliding from her stomach to her hair, gently but firmly guiding her head back down toward his cock.
Tara followed his unspoken command, her lips parting in anticipation. She looked up at him, seeking approval, and found his eyes already on her, dark with desire and something deeper, more profound.
Ayush leaned back slightly, adjusting his position in the chair. He lifted his massive cock with one hand, holding it like a scepter, and gently laid it across her face.
The weight of it was astonishing. The shaft, thick and heavy, rested across the bridge of her nose and her cheekbones, the underside of the veiny length pressing into her skin. The mushroom-shaped head, bright red and throbbing, rested just above her eyebrows, the tip brushing against her hairline. The length of him was so great that his foreskin-covered base sat snugly against her lips, blocking her mouth completely.
Tara could smell him—musky, masculine, with an underlying cheesy sharpness that spoke of heat and potency. She could feel his heat radiating through her entire face, his cock pulsing gently against her skin as if it had a heartbeat of its own. She could taste him too, the salty musk of his skin seeping into her senses even with her mouth closed.
Ayush's hand moved from her hair to the underside of his shaft. He adjusted his grip, wrapping his fingers around his girth, positioning the length of his cock diagonally across her face.
"Look at me," Ayush commanded.
Tara raised her gaze, her eyes meeting his through the thick, veiny shaft resting across her face. Her view was partially obscured, but she could see him clearly. He was holding his phone in one hand, the camera lens pointed directly at them. He had been filming this, capturing every moment of her degradation.
"You married me today," Ayush said, shifting the angle of the phone slightly. "Show your ring."
Tara lifted her left hand, her wedding ring glinting under the light.
"Good," Ayush growled, his voice thick with lust and pride. "Now say it. Tell the camera who you married."
"Ayush," Tara began, her voice a husky whisper.
"No," Ayush interrupted, his tone firm. "Say my name correctly. The name you married. The man who you just had inside you."
Tara's eyes fluttered closed, a shiver running through her. The shame she felt was intense, but it was nothing compared to the rush of arousal that followed. Her pussy clenched, a fresh wave of wetness pooling between her thighs.
"William," she whispered, her cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and desire. "I married William."
"That's right," Ayush confirmed, his voice a low purr. "Now tell the camera how you married your own son." He gave his cock a slow stroke, his foreskin sliding up and down over the bright red head that was pressed against her forehead.
Tara's breath hitched, her chest heaving as she struggled to find the words. "After 18 years," she began, her voice trembling. "My own son has made me his wife." She lifted her right hand, gesturing to the room around them. "Right here. In my house."
"And what are you doing now?" Ayush prodded, his grip tightening on his shaft, his foreskin stretching taut as he pulled it back, exposing the angry red crown.
"I'm... I'm sucking your cock," Tara whispered, the words falling from her lips like a confession. "My own son's cock."
Ayush's grin was wicked, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Good girl," he praised. "Now show me how much you love it. Show me how much you want to be my wife."
Tara's lips parted, her tongue darting out to swipe across the sensitive slit at the tip of his cock. The taste of him exploded on her taste buds—salty, musky, and intoxicating. She couldn't help but moan, a deep, guttural sound that came from deep within her.
Ayush's hips bucked involuntarily, pressing his cock more firmly against her face. "Fuck, that's good, Mom," he groaned, the praise slipping from his lips before he could stop it.
But this time, Tara didn't correct him. She didn't flinch or hesitate. She merely sucked harder, her tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge of his crown.
Ayush adjusted the angle of his phone, zooming in on Tara's face. Her lips were wrapped tightly around his crown, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. Her eyelids fluttered, her gaze locked onto his through the thick shaft resting across her face.
Suddenly, Ayush switched the video he was playing. On the screen, a woman's face appeared, contorted with effort, her mouth stretched wide around a massive cock. Saliva was flying everywhere, coating the man's cock and lower body as the woman struggled to accommodate his size.
Ayush's gaze flicked between the screen and Tara's face. "Look at that," he growled. "That's what a good wife does. That's what you need to do for me, Tara."
Tara moaned around his cock, her eyes darting to the screen before returning to his face. She was mesmerized, her mind reeling at the comparison. The woman on the screen was struggling, gagging, and gasping for air. Tara couldn't fathom how she could possibly take such a thick cock, but at the same time, the sight of it made her want to try, to prove her love and devotion to Ayush.
With renewed determination, Tara pulled away from Ayush's cock, sucking in a deep breath. She wiped her saliva-covered mouth with the back of her hand, leaving a glistening trail. Her eyes met Ayush's, her gaze fierce and determined. She was going to show him that she was a good wife, that she had forgotten about being married to her own son and was now his wife, willing and eager to show him how much she loved and cared for him as her husband.
Tara grasped his thick shaft in both hands, wrapping her fingers around the base. She moved her head closer, her breath warm on the sensitive skin of his crown. With a deep breath, she opened her mouth wide and plunged down, taking as much of him as she could in one go.
The sensation was overwhelming. The heat of his skin, the taste of his precum, the stretch of her lips—it all combined to create a cocktail of pleasure and discomfort that sent shivers through her body. She gagged involuntarily, her throat convulsing around the thick intrusion, but she didn't pull back.
Ayush groaned, his hips bucking slightly as he felt Tara's throat constrict around his shaft. "Fucking hell, Mom," he hissed, his control slipping. He adjusted his position, leaning back against the chair to give her more room.
Tara pulled back slightly, her lips stretched wide around his thick shaft. She sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing out as she tried to create pressure. Saliva dribbled down her chin, pooling on her chest and dripping onto the carpet below. She looked up at Ayush through watery eyes, her gaze determined and pleading.
"You're doing so good, Tara," Ayush encouraged, his voice thick with arousal. "Show me how much you love your husband's cock."
Tara's resolve strengthened at his praise. She bobbed her head, slowly at first, then with increasing speed. She kept her hands wrapped tightly around the base of his shaft, using them to guide and control his movements.
Ayush's hands found her hair, tangling in the dark strands. He didn't push or pull; he simply held her, his fingers massaging her scalp gently.
"You're such a good wife, Tara," he praised, his gaze intense and focused. "Look how you're taking care of my cock."
Tara felt her insides clench at his words, a fresh wave of arousal flooding through her body. She moaned around his shaft, the sound muffled and wet.
Ayush's eyes drifted to the screen of his phone. The video he had been playing was still running, and it showed a woman deepthroating a massive cock, her eyes watering and her mascara smudged. The sight sent a jolt of arousal through Ayush, and he couldn't help but compare the two scenes.
He zoomed in on Tara, capturing her face as she sucked him. Her lips were stretched wide, her cheeks hollow, and saliva was dripping down her chin. Her eyes were closed, her expression one of intense concentration and pleasure. She was a vision of debauchery, a goddess of debasement, and he was her god.
Ayush's control began to slip. He felt the familiar tingle at the base of his spine, the telltale sign of his impending orgasm. His cock throbbed, the pressure building in his balls.
He didn't want to cum yet. He wanted to savor this moment, to draw it out as long as possible. But Tara was pushing him to the edge.
Ayush pulled on Tara's hair, gently guiding her away from his cock. She resisted at first, her hands still wrapped around his shaft and her mouth still sucking, but he was persistent.
"Hold on, Mom," Ayush groaned. "I'm close. Too close."
Tara pulled away, gasping for breath. She looked up at Ayush, her eyes wide and pleading. "Please," she begged. "Let me finish. Let me make you cum."
Ayush shook his head, a smile playing on his lips. "Not yet, baby girl," he said, his voice low and husky. "I need a break. You're too good at this."
Tara whined in disappointment, but she obeyed, releasing her grip on his cock. She sat back on her heels, her chest heaving with exertion, and looked up at her husband. The sight of her, flushed and debauched, made his cock twitch.
Ayush stood up, his massive erection bobbing between his thighs. He stepped closer to Tara, looming over her.
He reached down, his fingers sliding through the saliva coating his shaft. He gathered some on his fingertips and then reached down, bringing his wet fingers to Tara's face.
Tara opened her mouth obediently, allowing Ayush to smear the sticky saliva across her lips and cheeks. She closed her eyes, savoring the taste and the feeling of his fingers against her skin.
Ayush grinned, his fingers moving to Tara's jaw, tilting her face up. "Look at you," he murmured. "You're a fucking mess, Tara. My messy wife."
Tara moaned softly, her body arching slightly. She loved the feeling of being used, of being his plaything.
Ayush's free hand moved to his cock, gripping the base firmly. He gave it a few slow, deliberate strokes, his foreskin gliding over the sensitive head.
Tara's eyes followed the movement, her gaze fixed on his massive shaft. She wanted it back in her mouth, wanted to feel it stretching her lips and filling her throat.
"Please," she whispered again. "Let me suck it again."
Ayush chuckled, the sound low and husky. He released his cock and reached down, his fingers curling under Tara's chin. He lifted her head, forcing her to meet his gaze.
"Not yet, baby," he said. "I have something else in mind."
He leaned down, his lips hovering just above Tara's ear. "Get a new condom," he whispered, his breath hot on her skin. "I want to see you ride me, baby. I want to see you jump on this cock while I fuck you. And I want you to see it too. I want you to watch yourself in the mirror as I take you like my good wife."
Tara shivered, a thrill of excitement and apprehension coursing through her body. The thought of riding Ayush, of taking him inside her while watching in the mirror, was both intimidating and exhilarating.
She nodded, her heart racing. "Yes, husband," she whispered. "Whatever you want."
Ayush grinned, satisfaction evident in his expression. He released his grip on Tara's chin and stepped back, giving her room to stand.
Tara pushed herself up, her legs shaky from exertion. She stumbled slightly, her balance off-kilter, but Ayush was there to steady her.
"You okay?" he asked, his voice full of concern.
Tara nodded, forcing a smile. "I'm fine. Just a bit unsteady."
Ayush's arms encircled her, pulling her close. He nuzzled into her neck, his lips brushing her skin. "You did amazing, baby," he murmured. "Now let's finish this right."
Tara leaned into his embrace, savoring the feel of his strong arms around her. She felt safe and cherished, despite the debauchery of their actions.
She pulled away reluctantly, her hand reaching for the drawer in the bedside table. She rifled through it, her fingers brushing against the familiar shape of a condom packet.
She retrieved it, tearing open the wrapper with her teeth. She turned back to Ayush, her gaze dropping to his massive erection. It was still standing at attention, the head glistening with pre-cum.
Tara stepped closer, her fingers trembling slightly as she rolled the condom over Ayush's shaft. The latex stretched tightly, barely covering the thickness of his cock.
Ayush hissed at the touch, his muscles tensing. He watched Tara work, his gaze fixed on her hands. The sight of her delicate fingers struggling to cover him was both arousing and humbling.
Tara finished rolling the condom on, her breath catching as she adjusted the fit. She looked up at him, her expression a mix of nervousness and anticipation.
"Ready?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Ayush nodded, his gaze intense. "More than ready, baby girl. Let's do this."
Tara took a deep breath, steeling herself. She guided Ayush back to the chair, positioning him so he was facing the mirror. She stepped closer, her hands resting on his shoulders for support.
Ayush reached up, his hands finding her hips. He gripped her firmly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.
"Remember," he murmured, his lips brushing her ear. "Look in the mirror. Watch yourself. Watch us."
Tara nodded, her gaze fixing on their reflection in the large mirror in front of them. She saw herself, naked and flushed, standing between Ayush's spread legs. She saw him, his muscular body towering over her, his massive cock standing erect between them.
She positioned herself, her thighs shaking as she lowered herself onto Ayush's lap. The tip of his cock brushed against her entrance, sending a jolt of electricity through her body.
Ayush's grip tightened on her hips, his thumbs massaging circles into her skin. "Relax, Tara," he coaxed. "Let me in."
Tara took a shuddering breath, her eyes fixed on their reflection. She slowly lowered herself, the head of Ayush's cock pushing against her tight opening.
The feeling was overwhelming. She was so full, so stretched, that she could barely breathe. The sensation of him entering her was unlike anything she had ever experienced. It was painful, yes, but there was also a deep pleasure that radiated through her body.
Ayush groaned softly, his head falling back against the chair. "Fuck," he whispered. "You feel so good, baby."
Tara continued to lower herself, inch by inch, until she felt his pelvis press against hers. She was fully seated on his lap, his cock buried deep inside her.
She paused, her body trembling. The intensity of the sensation was almost too much to bear. She could feel him, throbbing inside her, filling her completely.
Ayush leaned forward, his lips brushing against her neck. "Move, baby," he whispered. "Ride me."
Tara began to move, lifting herself up and then sinking back down. The sensation was incredible – the friction of his cock against her walls, the fullness, the stretch.
She found a rhythm, her movements slow and steady at first. She looked in the mirror, watching as their bodies moved together. She could see the glistening condom, stretched tight around Ayush's shaft, and the wetness coating her thighs.
The sight was both arousing and shocking. She had never imagined herself in this position, taking her own son's cock while watching in a mirror. But now, here she was, doing exactly that.
Ayush's fingers dug into her hips, guiding her movements. "Faster, Tara," he encouraged. "Show me what a good wife you are."
Tara obeyed, picking up the pace. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her chest heaving. The movement caused her breasts to bounce, the sight reflected back to her in the mirror.
Ayush's hands moved to her ass, massaging the soft flesh. "Twerk for me, baby," he growled. "I want you to make that fat ass bounce."
Tara did as he asked, twerking her hips up and down. The movement made Ayush's cock slide in and out, the sensation incredible. She could feel the head of his cock pressing against her cervix, stretching her to her limits.
She looked down, watching as his thick shaft disappeared inside her. The sight was mesmerizing – the condom, shiny and wet, the veins throbbing with each thrust.
The room was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking – the slapping of skin, the wet sounds of their bodies, and their combined moans. It was a symphony of debauchery and desire, and Tara found herself lost in the moment.
She continued to ride him, her movements becoming more urgent, more desperate. The pressure inside her was building, her orgasm approaching rapidly.
"Look at yourself, Tara," Ayush murmured, his breath hot against her ear. "Watch yourself cum. Watch yourself take your husband's cock like the good wife you are." He reached down, his thumb finding her clit and circling it.
Tara cried out, her body tensing as the pleasure intensified. She fixed her gaze on the mirror, watching as her face contorted with pleasure.
She could see the way her nipples were erect, the way her skin was flushed, the way her eyes were glazed with pleasure.
But most importantly, she could see Ayush's cock – thick, veined, and glistening – sliding in and out of her body, leaving her pussy stretched and dripping with arousal.
The sight, combined with Ayush's thumb on her clit and his cock filling her so completely, was too much. Her orgasm hit her with the force of a tidal wave, washing over her and drowning out everything else.
She threw her head back, her cries echoing through the room. Her body shook with the force of her release, her muscles clenching around Ayush's cock.
Ayush held her tightly, his fingers digging into her hips as he continued to thrust upward, meeting her movements with his own.
Tara rode out her orgasm, her body convulsing with pleasure.
Suddenly, Ayush's hands found their way to her breasts, squeezing and kneading them. Tara moaned, her eyes widening in surprise.
"Come on, baby," Ayush growled, his hands moving to her nipples. "Let's see those titties milk."
Tara didn't know if she could, but she was too lost in the pleasure to care. She continued to ride Ayush, her movements becoming erratic as the sensations overwhelmed her.
Ayush squeezed her breasts harder, his fingers pinching and twisting her nipples. The pain was sharp, but it added to the pleasure, pushing her closer to the edge.
Suddenly, Tara felt a rush of liquid, hot and sweet, spraying from her breasts. She looked down in shock, watching as the milk arced through the air, aiming straight for Ayush's open mouth.
Tara couldn't believe it. She had lactated during sex. The sight of it was both shocking and arousing. She watched in the mirror as Ayush caught the milk in his mouth, savoring the taste.
She couldn't help but giggle, the sound high and breathless. "Daddy," she said, the word slipping out without thought. "Daddy, look what you made me do."
Ayush grinned up at her, his mouth still coated with her milk. "That's right, baby," he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Daddy made you milk for him. And you're going to do it again, aren't you?" He pinched her nipple, sending another spray of milk into the air.
Tara moaned, the pleasure intensifying. She rode Ayush harder, her body shaking with each thrust. She was close again, her climax building rapidly.
She looked in the mirror, her gaze drawn to the sight of her breasts – swollen and leaking – and Ayush's cock – glistening and thick – disappearing inside her.
The contrast was stark, the reality of their situation hitting her like a ton of bricks. She was fucking her own son, watching herself in the mirror while he made her milk.
The thought sent her over the edge. Her second orgasm hit her, more intense than the first. Her body convulsed, her muscles tightening around Ayush's cock as the pleasure washed over her.
"Daddy!" she screamed, her voice echoing around the room. "Oh God, Daddy, yes!" She continued to ride him through her orgasm, her movements erratic and wild.
Ayush growled, his own orgasm approaching. He thrust upward, his hips slamming into hers as he lost control.
He felt the familiar rush, the pressure at the base of his spine. His cock twitched, the tip swelling slightly.
"Fuck!" he growled, his eyes fixed on Tara's breasts as they continued to dribble milk. "Baby, I'm gonna fill that condom!"
He thrust once more, his body tensing as he came. The condom filled rapidly, the latex stretching to accommodate the large volume of sperm.
Tara felt him throbbing inside her, the sensation sending another wave of pleasure through her body. She could almost imagine the semen filling the condom, hot and thick, just like he had filled her before.
The sight of the condom stretching tight around Ayush's thick shaft was mesmerizing. She watched in the mirror, her eyes fixated on the way the latex seemed to strain with each pulse of Ayush's orgasm.
She could almost see the shape of his sperm inside, filling the condom to capacity. The thought sent a shiver down her spine.
When he was done, Ayush pulled out, the condom hanging from his still hard cock, filled to the brim with cum.
He tied a knot in the base, ensuring that the sperm was trapped inside, and then guided the condom back inside Tara's pussy.
Tara watched in the mirror, fascinated and aroused by the sight of the filled condom being reinserted inside her. She could see the tiny bulge in her stomach, a visible sign that she was once again full of Ayush's semen.
Ayush stood up, a satisfied grin on his face. "Alright, Tara. Time to cook."
Tara blinked, looking at him with confusion. "But I'm… I can't cook like this."
Ayush's grin widened. "Oh, but you will. You're going to cook for me, naked, with that condom full of my cum inside you."
Tara opened her mouth to protest, but Ayush silenced her with a kiss. He pulled away, his gaze intense and unwavering.
"Trust me, Tara. You'll enjoy it."
Tara hesitated, but then nodded. "Alright. I trust you."
Ayush led her to the kitchen, his hand resting on the small of her back. He settled into a chair, watching as Tara moved around the kitchen, preparing their meal.
Tara's movements were clumsy, her balance still off-kilter from their lovemaking. The sensation of the condom inside her was distracting, but she did her best to focus on the task at hand.
Ayush sipped his whiskey, his gaze fixed on Tara's naked form. He could see her nipples, still swollen from their activities, and the faint outline of the filled condom inside her.
He watched as she cooked, her breasts jiggling with each movement, her hips swaying slightly as she walked.
He found himself aroused again, his cock twitching with interest. He decided to tease her a little further.
"Looking good, baby," he said, a grin playing on his lips. "Cooking naked suits you. Maybe you should do it more often."
Tara blushed, but continued cooking. She was getting used to his lewd comments, and they were starting to arouse her.
When the food was ready, Ayush helped Tara plate it. He carried the plates to the dining table, setting them down with a flourish.
"Eat up, Tara," he said, his gaze intense. "We have a long night ahead of us. After dinner, we're going to have many rounds of sex."
Tara shivered, a thrill of anticipation coursing through her body. She sat down, her heart racing as she imagined the night ahead.
She was going to enjoy every moment of it. After all, she was a good wife, and she loved making her husband happy.
Tara was enjoying the delicious meal that she had cooked. The taste of the spices was perfect and the aroma was tantalizing. She couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at her culinary skills.
She was about to take another bite when she noticed Ayush staring intently at her. He had a mischievous glint in his eyes, and a wicked grin on his face.
"Tara, darling," he began, his voice dripping with honey, "You know, you look absolutely divine bending over like that. Would you mind spreading your legs a little wider so I can get a better view of that pretty little ass of yours?"
Tara blushed deeply, a mixture of embarrassment and excitement coursing through her veins. She hesitated for a moment, but then slowly and reluctantly, she did as he asked.
She spread her legs wider, exposing her glistening pussy, the cum-filled condom still tied snugly inside her, and her tiny, puckered asshole, slick with her juices.
Ayush's grin widened as he took in the sight before him. He was aroused beyond belief, his cock already stirring in anticipation.
He took a sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving Tara's exposed body.
"Good girl," he purred, his voice low and husky. "Now, let's see how you can clean the dishes while maintaining that position, shall we?"
Tara's breath hitched in her throat as she realized what he wanted her to do. But she knew better than to resist. She slowly stood up from her chair, her legs shaking slightly as she began to clean the dishes.
The sensation of the cum-filled condom inside her, combined with the vulnerability of being in such an exposed position, was overwhelming. Her pussy throbbed with desire, and she could feel her juices dripping down her thighs.
As she bent over to wash the dishes, she felt Ayush's gaze on her, burning into her skin. The heat from his gaze intensified her arousal, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan.
Ayush, meanwhile, was enjoying the show. He watched as Tara's ass jiggled slightly with each movement, the sight driving him wild with lust. He couldn't wait to fuck her again, to make her his over and over.
As Tara continued to clean the dishes, her body glistening with sweat from the heat of the kitchen, Ayush took another sip of his drink. His gaze was fixed on her, taking in every curve and dip of her figure.
He couldn't help but admire her, especially the way her ass looked so inviting, ready to be taken and plundered. The thought of it sent shivers of excitement down his spine.
He set down his glass and leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing as he watched her. There was a hunger in his gaze, a desire that could not be quenched.
"Tara," he said softly, his voice husky with lust, "I can't wait any longer. I'm going to fuck your ass, baby. And when I'm done with you, you'll never forget the feeling of your man's cock tearing into your ass, making you bleed with pleasure."
Tara's breath caught in her throat at his words. Her heart was pounding, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her. She knew that what he was about to do to her would be intense, possibly even painful. But she also knew that she would submit to him completely, giving herself over to him without hesitation.
She turned to face him, her eyes wide with anticipation. Her nipples were hard, and her pussy was throbbing with need.
"I'm ready, my love," she whispered, her voice trembling with desire. "Take me however you want."
Ayush stood up from his chair, his tall, muscular frame towering over Tara. He took a step towards her, his presence dominating the space around them.
"On your hands and knees," he commanded, his voice firm. "Crawl to the bedroom like the good girl you are."
Tara obeyed without hesitation. She dropped to all fours, her ass raised in the air, and began to crawl towards the bedroom. The movement caused the cum-filled condom to shift inside her, intensifying her arousal.
Ayush followed behind her, his gaze fixed on her ass as it swayed with each movement. His cock was hard and throbbing, eager to be inside her once again.
When they reached the bedroom, Ayush told her to jump onto the bed. Tara complied, her body trembling with anticipation.
"Get on your knees and elbows, facing the mirror," he instructed, his voice filled with authority.
Tara positioned herself as he had commanded, her body now on full display for him. Her ass was high in the air, her pussy glistening with juices, and the filled condom still inside her.
Ayush stood behind her, his cock throbbing with desire. He grabbed the fresh condom that he had brought and rolled it onto his thick shaft, the latex snug against his skin.
He positioned himself behind Tara, his cock poised at the entrance to her ass. He could see the reflection of their bodies in the mirror, the sight only adding to his arousal.
Tara could feel the heat radiating from Ayush's body as he stood behind her. Her heart was racing, and her breath came in short, sharp gasps. She knew what was coming, and she was both terrified and excited.
"Relax, Tara," Ayush murmured, his breath hot against her ear. "This might hurt a bit, but I promise you'll enjoy it. And when you see yourself in the mirror taking my cock in your ass, you'll know that you're my good girl."
Tara nodded, her eyes fixed on their reflection. She watched as Ayush's cock pressed against her asshole, the head just barely breaching the tight ring of muscle.
He began to push, trying to force his way inside. The head of his cock was large, and her asshole was tight and small. It was a struggle to get even the tip inside.
Ayush pushed and pushed, but her asshole resisted. The tightness was incredible, and it took all of his strength to even get the head of his cock inside her.
Tara let out a whimper, the pain shooting through her body. The pressure was immense, and she felt like she was being stretched beyond her limits.
Ayush didn't stop. He continued to push, his cock slowly breaching her asshole. The sight in the mirror was mesmerizing – Tara's tiny, puckered hole being stretched open by his massive cockhead.
As he pushed, Tara's asshole started to tear. The pain was immense, but it also sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
She could feel the blood trickling down her thighs, a sign of her submission and her willingness to take his cock in her ass.
Ayush loved seeing her like this – her body trembling, her asshole stretched wide to accommodate his cock. He knew that this was just the beginning, and that soon he would have her completely filled with his seed.
As the head of his cock finally breached her asshole, he let out a low growl of satisfaction. The tightness and the warmth were intoxicating, and he couldn't wait to feel her asshole around his entire length.
Tara couldn't stop crying. The pain was unbearable, but she knew that she had to take it. She tried to move away, but Ayush held her hips firmly, not allowing her to escape.
She let out a sharp cry, her body shaking with each thrust. Ayush was relentless, his cock pushing deeper into her ass with each movement.
He was taking his time, savoring every second of the tightness around his cock. He wanted her to feel every inch, to know that she was his and that her body was his to use as he pleased.
The pain was intense, but so was the pleasure. Tara could feel her body responding to Ayush's touch, her arousal building despite the agony.
She continued to cry, the tears streaming down her face as she was forced to take Ayush's cock deeper into her ass.
Ayush was determined to make her submit completely. He knew that her pain was nothing compared to the pleasure that he was going to give her.
He thrust deeper and deeper, his cock now almost fully inside her ass. The sight in the mirror sent a surge of desire through him – Tara, tears streaming down her cheeks, her ass stretched wide around his thick cock.
Ayush couldn't hold back any longer. He began to pound into her, his hips slapping against her ass with each thrust.
Tara cried out, the pain intensifying with each movement. She felt like she was being split in two, her asshole protesting against the invasion.
But Ayush wasn't done. He wanted to show her that this was just the beginning. He wanted her to understand that she was now his, and that she would be taking his cock in her ass every day from now on. She needed to learn to handle it.
He thrust harder, his cock bottoming out in her ass. Tara screamed, the pain and pleasure overwhelming her senses.
Ayush growled in satisfaction, his eyes fixed on the mirror. He loved seeing her like this, her face contorted in pain and pleasure, her asshole stretched impossibly wide around his cock.
He continued to thrust, his movements becoming more and more frantic. He was close to the edge, his orgasm building with each stroke.
Tara felt herself getting closer as well, despite the pain. The pleasure was overwhelming, her body responding to Ayush in ways she never thought possible.
She couldn't believe that she was taking his cock in her ass, that she was allowing herself to be used in such a way. But deep down, she knew that this was what she wanted. She wanted to please Ayush, to give herself fully to him.
Ayush could feel his cock throbbing inside her, his balls tight against her body. He knew he was close, but he wanted to make sure that Tara came first.
He reached down between her legs, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it in small circles, his touch firm and insistent.
Tara gasped, the sensation sending her over the edge. She came hard, her body shaking and trembling as the waves of pleasure washed over her.
Her asshole tightened around Ayush's cock, her muscles clenching and unclenching. The sensation was incredible, her orgasm sending her spiraling into a world of ecstasy.
Ayush continued to thrust, her climax pushing him closer and closer to the edge. He was determined to fill her ass with his cum, to claim her completely.
Finally, with one last powerful thrust, he came. His cock pulsed inside her, shooting stream after stream of cum into the condom.
Tara felt the warmth of his cum filling the condom, her body still trembling from her own orgasm. She collapsed forward, her body spent and exhausted.
Ayush remained inside her, savoring the feeling of her asshole milking his cock for every last drop. He knew that this had been just the beginning, that from now on, she would be taking his cum in her ass on a daily basis.