The room pulsed with heat.
Ravi's grip on Shalini's hips tightened, his thrusts slow and deep, hitting the softest spot inside her over and over. Her peach—already flushed and slick—welcomed him with wet heat, her skin sticking to his with every deep roll of his hips.
Behind her, his body trembled with control, his breath breaking in waves.
Beneath her, Prayush's mouth was still at work—lips locked around her clit, tongue circling her folds, his devotion relentless. His face was soaked with her nectar, eyes fluttering closed as he worshipped the taste.
Shalini's moans had grown louder now, rawer, as if pulled from her core. She gripped the bed tight, her hair wild, her breath ragged.
"Ahhh—yes—yes—fuuuck—I'm close—"
Her whole body tensed.
Then she came.
With a scream and a shudder, her climax ripped through her, thighs shaking, her back arching as waves of heat and relief rolled over her spine. Ravi felt her tighten around him, dripping with release.
But he wasn't done.
Not yet.
He kept moving, harder now, his hands steady on her waist. The slap of skin on skin echoed louder with every thrust.
Prayush wiped his mouth, breathing hard, and moved up the bed until he was kneeling in front of her.
"Ma'am…" he whispered, voice hoarse with need, "Please… take care of me."
Shalini looked up, still dazed, still glowing from the orgasm, but her lips curled into a wild, wicked smile.
She reached for him without a word.
Her hand wrapped around his thick shaft, slick and flushed. She began stroking it fast, her palm twisting, fingers firm. Then she leaned in, lips parting, and took him into her mouth.
Fast.
Wet.
Loud.
Her head bobbed with practiced rhythm, her moans vibrating through his length as her tongue swirled around the head.
Prayush gasped, his fingers digging into the sheets. "Ohhh—ma'am—yes…"
Behind her, Ravi's rhythm grew rougher now, his hips slapping harder into her peach. His hand slid back, and then—
SMACK.
Shalini gasped as his palm landed on her cheek—sharp, fast.
Then another.
SMACK. SMACK.
"Ohhh—Ravi—fuuuck!"
Each slap sent a jolt through her, her moans muffled by Prayush's shaft in her mouth. Her hips rocked back into Ravi's thrusts, lost in the rhythm of pressure and pleasure.
Then—
It hit again.
A second orgasm rolled over her as Ravi pounded harder, faster, his breath ragged now, animalistic.
And as Shalini screamed around Prayush's cock, her body convulsing, both boys came with her.
Ravi groaned, deep and guttural, as he released inside her, his whole body shaking.
Prayush cried out, his release spilling into her mouth as she took it all—her hand still stroking, her lips still working, her body still trembling.
And then—silence.
Heavy, sacred silence.
Three bodies collapsed together on the sweat-drenched bed.
As they rested for a while, the room remained warm with afterglow, soft light casting long shadows across the tangled sheets. Shalini stirred slowly, pushing herself up on one arm."
She tried to rise.
But her legs gave out beneath her.
A soft cry left her lips—a mix of exhaustion and soreness—as she fell gently back onto the bed, her breath catching in her throat.
"Ma'am," Prayush said quickly, already at her side.
He helped her sit upright, his arms steady around her waist, grounding her.
"I've got you," he whispered.
She leaned into him, breath warm against his collarbone. Her body was still tender, still humming from everything they had done. Ravi stood nearby, watching, his gaze never leaving her form.
With Prayush supporting her, they moved slowly across the room—toward the bathroom. Shalini's steps were small, careful. Her skin glowed in the dim light, bare and damp with heat, each movement graceful despite her weakness.
Ravi followed.
His eyes traced the gentle curve of her hips, the sway of her thighs. And then—unable to resist—he raised his hand and gave her a soft, deliberate smack on the cheek of her backside.
Smack.
Shalini gasped, a surprised moan escaping her lips.
She didn't stop walking.
Ravi did it again—this time firmer.
Smack.
Her head tilted slightly. A small, breathy moan slipped from her lips, almost involuntary. The sound echoed faintly off the hallway walls.
The third time, his hand lingered after the smack, fingers pressing lightly into the warmth of her skin. A light red mark bloomed beneath his touch.
She moaned again—softer, sweeter.
And as they walked, a thin trail of her arousal shimmered down her inner thigh, gliding down the curve of her leg, catching the low light. The floor behind them held tiny marks of where her body still burned with hunger.
By the time they reached the bathroom, Shalini pressed a hand to the wall for balance. She turned slightly—just enough to glance over her shoulder at both boys, her voice low and teasing, breathless.
"Good boys follow," she whispered, her body still swaying with each breath. "I'm not done being taken care of."
And with that, she stepped inside.
The bathroom light glowed soft and golden, casting flickers over tile and skin.
Shalini stood against the wall, her chest rising and falling with effort, body flushed and trembling from the deep waves they'd just ridden. She took one slow breath—then tried to take a step.
Her knees buckled.
With a soft gasp, she collapsed back onto the bed, her voice breaking into a faint moan—painful, sweet, exhausted.
"Ahhh…"
She curled slightly, breath shallow, every nerve still lit up and aching. Her thighs twitched. Her lips were parted. Her whole body begged for a pause—and yet, deep down, her hunger still stirred.
Prayush was by her side instantly.
"Ma'am—easy," he said softly, sliding an arm around her waist.
"I'm okay," she whispered, "just… worn out."
He helped her sit upright again, guiding her body carefully, his hand stroking her back.
Ravi stood nearby, silent, watching her like she was the center of every desire he had ever known. The moment she leaned her weight into Prayush, Ravi stepped forward too, and together they helped her to her feet.
Their hands didn't grope. They supported.
Every touch said: We're here. We've got you.
Step by step, they walked her toward the bathroom.
And then Ravi's fingers twitched.
He watched her hips sway—still flushed from use, still wet, marked, glistening. And when he saw the small sway of her cheeks, soft and exposed—
He raised his hand.
SMACK.
His palm landed hard against her backside. The sound cracked through the hallway, sharp and wet.
Shalini gasped—a moan breaking from her throat. Her knees nearly buckled again.
"Ohhh—Ravi…"
Another.
SMACK.
Harder this time. The print bloomed instantly—red, warm, clear. Her thighs trembled. A slow trickle of slickness dripped down between her legs.
It didn't stop there.
SMACK.
A third. Then a fourth. Ravi's slaps came harder, more deliberate—driven not by punishment, but claiming. And with each one, more of her nectar spilled down her thighs, painting trails on her skin, pooling on the tile floor with every step.
By the time they reached the bathroom, her inner thighs were soaked. Her legs trembled beneath her.
And still—she smiled.
With a shaky hand, she pressed herself to the cool tile wall. Her chest heaved as she turned her hips slightly, offering them her bare, used peach.
Then her voice came—soft and playful, but serious in its command.
"Baby," she said to Prayush, glancing over her shoulder, "be a good boy and clean me… inside and out."
Then she reached back, grabbed Ravi by the wrist, and pulled him toward her—her body swaying into his, her lips catching his in a deep, open-mouthed kiss.
Her moan poured into his mouth. Ravi kissed her back—sloppy, hungry, adoring—his hands sliding up her stomach to her breasts, kneading her gently.
Below, Prayush dropped to his knees.
"Yes, ma'am," he breathed.
His hands came up and spread her cheeks again. He groaned—visibly, audibly—at the sight of her glistening folds, sticky with cum and slick, pink and puffy, soaked with her release and Ravi's.
He leaned in, and without hesitation, ran his tongue straight up her center—long, slow, deliberate.
Shalini shuddered in Ravi's arms.
"Ahh—good boy…"
Prayush moaned against her, licking slow and deep. His tongue traced every fold, every ridge—pushing between her lips, scooping up every drop of leftover mess and heat. His hands gripped her thighs. His mouth buried between her legs.
Ravi kissed along her jaw, breath hot against her ear. "You smell like heaven," he whispered, voice low and adoring.
Shalini tilted her head back, eyes fluttering shut.
"You both make me feel like a goddess…"
Ravi's hand slid down again and gave her cheek another hard slap.
SMACK.
She moaned hard, bucking forward into Prayush's face. He didn't stop. He licked deeper, his tongue teasing her entrance before circling her clit again—slow, focused, obsessed.
Shalini trembled. Her knees buckled. She leaned heavier into the wall—but she didn't stop.
Prayush kissed his way back up the insides of her thighs, worshipping every inch. Then he stood—slowly—his face wet, his lips shining with her.
Ravi stepped behind her again, pressing soft kisses to the back of her neck.
Then—his arms wrapped around her. He bent her forward gently, his body molding to hers, his lips brushing the curve of her spine.
Her peach was lifted, exposed, wet and twitching.
Ravi leaned in and kissed the small of her back. His breath was shaky now.
He kissed lower.
Then looked up at her with those soft, desperate, puppy eyes.
He didn't say a word.
He didn't have to.
Shalini turned her head to see him. Her breath caught—and then she smiled.
That soft, sweet, naughty smile that always meant yes.
She nodded.
Ravi's breath hitched. "Thank you," he whispered.
He kissed her lower back once more.
Then reached down—his tip already hard, flushed, slick—and lined himself up again. This time slower. This time deeper.
This time with love burning behind every thrust to come.
Ravi lined himself up behind her, his hands steady on her hips, his breath catching as he sank inside her again—inch by inch—into that same soaked, warm heaven he had already tasted and claimed.
Shalini gasped, bracing herself against the wall, her body arching as he filled her once more.
"Fuuuuck, Ravi…" she moaned, her voice thick with pleasure, her thighs trembling with every inch he pushed in.
Behind her, Ravi's grip tightened, his hips rolling slow and deep, his chest brushing her back with every thrust. He moved with reverence, but the hunger still burned hot beneath the surface.
Each stroke was a promise. Each grind, a love letter.
In front of her, Prayush lowered himself again—eager, obedient. His hands came to her thighs as he pressed his lips back to her peach from the front. His tongue found her clit once more, licking in time with Ravi's thrusts, adding another layer of heat.
"Ahhh—ohhh baby—yes, just like that…"
Shalini's body rocked gently between them—Ravi filling her from behind, Prayush licking and kissing from the front. Her eyes rolled back. Her breath turned shallow, rapid.
She looked down at Prayush—saw the devotion in his eyes—and pulled him up with one hand, kissing him hard, wet, and slow.
Their tongues tangled, moans exchanged in each other's mouths.
And as they kissed, her hand slid down between their bodies.
She wrapped her fingers around Prayush's cock again—already hard, slick with need—and began stroking him fast and smooth. Her grip was firm, her rhythm matched the movement of Ravi's hips behind her.
"Good boy," she whispered between kisses. "Stay right there for me."
Ravi thrust deeper now, his hands running up her back, then down again to her ass. He gave her a firm, crackling slap.
SMACK.
Shalini jerked forward into Prayush's lips, gasping into his mouth.
Her body jolted with the sting, and her hand on Prayush tightened, pumping him harder, faster.
"Ohhh—fuck—ma'am…" Prayush whimpered, lips brushing her neck.
Ravi groaned behind her, sweat dripping from his brow. Her walls clenched around him tighter now, her body winding up, ready to snap.
"Come for me," Ravi growled through gritted teeth. "Come with me, both of you."
The room blurred around them—moans, wet skin, heat and breath all tangled in one rhythm.
Shalini's body tensed—hips trembling, her walls pulsing around Ravi's cock, her grip stroking Prayush even faster.
And then—
It hit.
She came with a cry—sharp, raw, beautiful.
Her back arched. Her head tilted. Her thighs trembled as her climax tore through her like fire. Ravi moaned deep as she clenched around him, and then—
He released with her.
With a final thrust, Ravi groaned into her shoulder, spilling inside her, his hips pressed tight to her ass, his arms wrapped around her waist.
Prayush gasped—his hips twitching in her hand—and with a strained cry, he spilled over her stomach, his hot release coating her hand and skin as he collapsed forward, panting into her neck.
All three of them trembled, tangled, locked in a moment of breathless stillness.
A shared high. A shared surrender.
Time held its breath.
Their bodies stayed close—skin to skin, heart to heart, sweat and love binding them tighter than any words could.
And when Shalini finally spoke, her voice was soft. Spent. Glowing.
"You both," she whispered, smiling through the haze, "are mine."
And they whispered back in unison:
"Yes, ma'am."
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