The door shut with a soft click, the lock sliding into place.
Shalini turned slowly, the soft light behind her catching every curve through her sheer black maxi. She wasn't wearing a bra. She wasn't wearing panties. Her nipples pressed through the thin fabric, hard and visible. Her thighs glowed, bare beneath the high slit. Her hair was loose, cascading down her back, skin still dewy from the shower—but heat already returning.
Ravi and Prayush stood a few steps away. Silent. Breathless.
She looked at them with a slow, warm smile.
"I'm all yours tonight, baby," she whispered, voice low, husky. "You can do… whatever you want."
She didn't give a single order.
She didn't have to.
They moved to her like gravity was pulling them in—slow, worshipful, almost reverent.
Ravi reached her first, sliding his hands over her waist, then up, fingers brushing the curves of her ribs. He leaned in close, face against her neck, breathing in her scent. His lips brushed her skin. Then her shoulder. Then lower.
He slid one strap of her dress down.
Then the other.
The fabric dropped in silence.
She stood before them, fully naked—warm, glowing, feminine and real. Her skin shimmered with a light layer of sweat from the village heat. Beads glistened along her collarbones, down her back, beneath her breasts, and inside the hollows of her arms.
Neither boy spoke.
They dropped to their knees.
Ravi leaned in and buried his face in her left armpit, his nose pressed deep into the soft, damp hollow. He moaned the second he tasted her sweat, licking slowly—deeply—his tongue dragging in slow, wet circles.
"Ahh…" Shalini exhaled, her breath trembling. Her head tilted back slightly.
Prayush did the same on the other side, his lips pressing into her skin, tongue sliding along the curve of her underarm, tasting the salt and warmth of her body. He moaned into her, soft and needy.
Shalini let out a low, breathy moan of her own.
"Ohhh… mmm…"
Her arms hung loose, her chest rising and falling with every lick. Sweat rolled slowly down her sides. They chased it with their tongues—savoring her scent, drinking her heat.
Their hands ran over her thighs as they worshipped her sweat. Soft squeezes, slow caresses. Every inch of her body was touched like it mattered.
Prayush shifted lower, kissing down her side, then to her hips. He nuzzled into the inside of her thigh—warm and damp—tongue dragging up the salt-streaked skin.
Ravi mirrored him.
Their mouths moved in tandem, kissing, licking, tasting her inner thighs. Sweat pooled there. They licked it up like water in a desert. Shalini gasped softly, her fingers trembling as she ran them through their hair.
"Ahh—yes…"
She could barely stand. Her legs shook from their tongues. From their love.
Then Ravi gently lifted one of her feet.
He brought it to his lips and kissed the top, then the arch. His tongue dragged slowly across the ball of her foot, then dipped between her toes, licking the sweat from every crease.
Shalini's breath hitched. "Mmm—yes…"
Prayush took the other foot, his lips closing around each toe one by one, sucking softly, lovingly, his tongue flicking the base before moving down to kiss her heel.
Their hands massaged her calves. Their mouths worshipped her soles. The scent of sweat. The feel of skin. The taste of her heat. It was everything.
Ravi looked up at her, lips wet, voice barely a whisper.
"You smell like heaven…"
Shalini only moaned in response, legs weak, thighs glistening, heart pounding.
They had taken control—gently, sweetly—and she surrendered to it completely.
Ravi's lips were still wrapped around her toes.
Prayush's tongue was pressed deep into the soft, salty flesh behind her knee.
Their hands roamed her thighs, their mouths hot with hunger. Shalini stood trembling, breath shallow, fingers tangled in their hair.
Then—
She gently pulled back.
Both boys looked up instantly, breathless, unsure if they had gone too far.
But Shalini smiled—warm, flushed, glowing with heat.
"Come," she whispered.
She stepped away, walking toward the bed.
Not a single glance behind her.
She didn't need to look. She knew they'd follow.
The boys rose and trailed behind her like shadows.
Shalini climbed onto the bed—slowly, sensually—then laid down in the center, her body soft against the white sheets, hair spread like a halo.
Legs parted.
Arms above her head.
Skin glowing with sweat.
She looked at them with half-lidded eyes.
"I'm yours," she whispered again. "Show me how much you want me."
They didn't wait.
Ravi knelt by her side, mouth returning to her armpit—tongue sliding deep into the hollow, licking every trace of sweat while moaning softly into her skin. He buried his face there, breathing her in like she was oxygen.
"Mmm—fuck, you taste so good, ma'am," he groaned.
On her other side, Prayush kissed down her body—neck, collarbone, between her breasts—then moved lower, tracing his tongue along the slope of her ribcage before reaching her inner thigh.
Shalini gasped, her body arching gently.
"Ohhh… ahhh…"
The boys were worshipping her with no hesitation now. Ravi licked her underarms with long, wet strokes, kissing every inch of her sweaty skin. His tongue dragged down her side, toward her waist, before moving back up—circling, addicted.
Prayush spread her thighs wide, his hands gripping her soft skin, and pressed his face to the very top of her thigh, just below the crease. His tongue lapped up the sweat pooled there, slow and deep, savoring it like wine.
Shalini writhed beneath them, her head tossing softly against the pillow.
"Ahhh—yes… mmm… keep going…"
Her moans filled the room, bouncing off the walls like music.
Their hands moved together now—Ravi kissing one armpit while his fingers traced her breast, cupping her gently, lovingly. Prayush licked down her thigh, then up the other, planting open-mouthed kisses along every inch of hot, damp skin.
Her hips twitched. Her legs shook. Her body glowed.
Neither boy had touched her center yet. She was dripping—aching—but they were in no rush.
And neither was she.
Shalini grabbed the sheets tight, her breath catching again.
"Fuuuck… yes… my sweet boys…"
Ravi kissed his way down, meeting Prayush between her thighs.
They both looked up at her from between her legs—lips wet, eyes dark, faces flushed.
And then—
Together—
They leaned in —mouths close, breath warm, hands steady.
Shalini's thighs were open wide, her center glistening with arousal, her folds flushed and wet, the air thick with the scent of sweat, sex, and skin.
Ravi was the first to taste her.
He pressed his tongue flat against her slit, licking a slow, deep stroke from the bottom to the top. His eyes fluttered shut as the taste hit him—sweet and salty, thick with heat, the earthy richness of a woman in full bloom.
"God…" he groaned into her, licking again—slower this time.
Her nectar coated his tongue—warm, slightly musky, tangy like citrus and skin, and thick enough to drip onto his lips as he buried deeper. Her scent was dizzying—raw, real, filled with the kind of feminine power no perfume could fake.
Beside him, Prayush leaned in and kissed her inner thigh again, then dragged his tongue right beside Ravi's, lapping up the slickness that had dripped down. He moaned into her skin, tongue sliding across every inch of her folds—tasting the sweat, the juices, the sweetness that only came from being this wanted.
Shalini arched her back, breath ragged.
"Ohhh… fuuuck… yes… just like that…"
Her moans echoed across the room—sharp, breathless, full of surrender.
Their tongues worked in rhythm now—Ravi circling her clit slowly while Prayush licked around her opening, teasing her slit open with each stroke. Their mouths were soaked. Their chins slick. The sound of licking, kissing, and gasping filled the room like a soundtrack to worship.
Then Ravi paused, eyes locked on her.
He moved up, kissed her stomach once, then her waist, then whispered, "I want more."
He gently turned her onto her side.
Shalini let him, breathing hard, eyes half-lidded.
Ravi dropped to his knees behind her, gripping her soft, round ass and spreading her cheeks with slow reverence.
She was still glistening—sweat beaded down her back, and the heat between her cheeks was thick, real, intimate. He leaned in without hesitation and buried his face there—tongue diving between her cheeks, licking her rim in slow, wet, filthy circles.
"Fuuuck…" Shalini gasped, her whole body jerking.
His tongue pushed deeper, sliding over her tightest spot and tasting the salty musk that lingered there. It was raw, warm, addictive. His nose pressed against the base of her spine, and he moaned as he licked—again, again, again—each stroke slower, deeper.
"Mmmhh… ohhh—Ravi… don't stop…"
Her ass trembled as she spread her legs wider, letting him taste everything.
Above, Prayush continued to kiss and lick the back of her thighs, her lower back, her calves—wherever sweat pooled, he worshipped. He trailed kisses down her ankle, sucking her toes one by one while Ravi devoured her from behind.
Her moans got louder—sharp, ragged, completely undone.
The sound of it filled the entire room, bouncing off the walls like heat.
"Ahhh—yes—fuck—just like that!"
Her hands gripped the sheets. Her hips rocked. Her entire body trembled from the worship, the surrender, the sheer pleasure of being wanted this much.
And still—they didn't stop.
Shalini shifted forward, breath trembling, eyes half-lidded.
She moved onto all fours, slowly, deliberately—her body arching like a stretch of silk. Her hair spilled over her shoulders, sweat trailing down her spine. Her thighs parted just enough, glistening with arousal, her scent thick in the air.
Prayush didn't need instructions.
He slid between her legs like he belonged there.
His hands gripped her thighs gently, and his mouth met her center—lips brushing over her folds, tongue parting her warmth with reverence. He groaned softly as her taste coated his tongue again—sweet, salty, addictive. His face pressed deeper, tongue working slow circles over her sensitive heat.
"Mmm—ahhh… Prayush…" Shalini moaned, her voice shaking from the pleasure.
Behind her, Ravi was on his knees, eyes fixed on the curve of her backside—flushed, round, damp with sweat. Her body looked like something from a fever dream: powerful and soft, sensual and unguarded.
He leaned in.
His hands slid along her hips, then to her cheeks, gently spreading her open. He kissed the small of her back first, then licked lower—his tongue tracing down her spine before dipping between her cheeks.
When his mouth met her again—licking her there—she gasped, spine arching as a wave of electricity tore through her.
"Ohhh… Ravi…"
His tongue circled slowly, then flattened as he buried his face between her cheeks, licking her peach with slow, filthy devotion. He breathed her in, moaning into her skin.
Prayush continued to lap at her from below, his tongue gliding up and down her slit, now soaked from her own heat and their mouths combined. He suckled gently at her clit, and her body jolted in response.
Pinned between two mouths, Shalini was trembling—legs shaking, fingers curling into the bedsheets.
Then—Ravi paused.
His hands gripped her hips tighter. His body trembled against her.
"Ma'am…" he whispered. His voice cracked. "Ma'am, can I… can I…?"
He didn't finish.
He didn't need to.
Shalini looked over her shoulder, her hair wild, her lips parted with heat. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glowing.
She didn't say a word.
She just smiled—soft, knowing, wicked.
And nodded.
That was all it took.
Ravi's breath caught in his throat the second Shalini nodded.
That one small gesture—barely more than a tilt of her chin and a glint in her eyes—hit him like lightning.
Permission.
Craving.
Trust.
He exhaled hard, eyes glowing, lips parted in disbelief. "Thank you… ma'am," he whispered, voice almost trembling.
With one hand, he reached down, sliding his pants off completely, his body now bare, skin hot, chest heaving. He moved forward on his knees, pressing himself slowly against her soft, sweat-warmed backside, still slick from his worship.
His hips rolled forward—careful, reverent, aching. He rubbed against her gently, feeling her heat coat him, her skin sticking to his like wet silk.
Beneath her, Prayush was still tasting her—his tongue flicking over her folds, lips kissing every inch of her soaked flower. His mouth moved in deep, slow strokes, his moans muffled by her body, like he couldn't stop himself from being drunk on her taste.
Shalini gasped again—loud, sharp.
Her body shuddered between them. The sensations crashing from both ends had her teetering on the edge, helpless under their touch. Her moans grew louder, messier, needier.
"Fuuuck… yes… ohhh my boys…" she breathed.
Ravi leaned over her as his hips rocked gently against her—close, so close. His lips brushed the curve of her back, then her shoulder. His hands slid along her waist, fingers splayed across her skin as if trying to memorize her shape.
"I've never wanted anything more…" he whispered, voice shaking.
Shalini tilted her head just enough to see him—her breath ragged, sweat beading across her brow. She kissed him—sideways, messy, tongues barely brushing.
And that kiss said everything:
Take me. I trust you. I'm yours.
Behind her, Ravi pushed forward slowly, his body molding into hers with aching, careful rhythm.
Shalini's head dropped forward, her moan echoing out, long and low.
"Ahhh—Ravi… yesss…"
Below, Prayush never stopped. He licked her deeper now, tongue flattened against her dripping heat, hands holding her thighs as her moans got louder—driven by everything happening at once: behind, inside, and below.
The bed creaked beneath them, wet sounds filling the room.
Shalini's moans became music—raw, rhythmic, free.
Their bodies moved like one—sweat-slicked, synced, and driven by need, affection, and something unspoken but felt.
Tonight, there was no roleplay anymore.
Only worship.
Only her.
Only them.
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