Parthiban
It's too late already.
And I'm not about to regret what I did cause I enjoyed our moment. But I'm unsettled due to my lack of self-control when it comes to Mozhi. Never had I acted out of the valley I'd set for myself but today...I crossed it.
"Someone said he wouldn't touch me until I'm twenty-two," Mozhi says in a breathy tone and laughs to herself.
"Shut up," I grit out, pushing my length inside the pants.
"Aw..." She starts to laugh loudly while slanting her body to the side, innocently letting me gawk at her tugged-up skirt that reveals her bum cheeks clad in purple panties.
"Mozhi," I call her warningly but she is too caught up with laughing to heed or notice the hint in my tone.
Fed up with her, I lean to the scruff of her neck and land my hand against one of her bum cheeks. Immediately so, her laugh halts and she slowly tilts her head and stares into my eyes.
"Mama...I'm just 19.." she murmurs while I clasp one of her bum cheeks within my palm and squeeze it. She whimpers and holds onto my wrist.
"Wrong, you are nineteen and a half," My fingers push themselves inside her panties and crush the bare skin on her posterior.
It's too delicate.
"Mama...ah.." I massage them while Mozhi moans and twists her body in pleasure. When I shift my hands to her other cheek, my fingers accidentally dip in the crack and I was surprised to find it extremely wet...
Her lewd liquid from her opening has streamed between her bum cheeks as well. Gulping slightly, I tried my luck again by pushing a finger between her ass cheeks...
"Mamaaaaaa!!!" Mozhi quickly swats my hand away and hops off the bed. As I blink at her naively, she gives me a look of disbelief before concealing her chest and running off into the restroom.
Well...damn.
Ruffling my hair, I lower the stairs and enter the room to cleanse myself. Once doing so, I hesitantly ascend the stairs to meet my Mozhi...
I knock on the closed door but received no response. Thus, I carefully twisted the doorknob and intrude and found my Mozhi changing the bed sheet.
She doesn't twirl to me even after noting my presence but instead walks nonchalantly to the restroom with the bedsheet. Is she indignant with me?
Sighing a breath out, I saunter up to the shelf and retrieve a well-folded bedsheet before cloaking it on the mattress. By the time I perfectly tug it on the bed, Mozhi comes out of the restroom.
We glance at each other at the same time and Mozhi tries to rush out of the room. Clicking my tongue, I swiftly dash to the door and lock it, refusing to let her out. "Pesu (talk)" She shakes her head negatively with a pout on her lips.
I smile slightly at her expression.
"Maataen, (I won't)" She swirls her back to me and I embrace her from behind. "Should I stop giving you massage hereafter?" I ask in her ear.
"No but why do you touch on...those che che places?" She scrunches her face and perks up at me. "That's not che che place," She gives me a disgusted look.
"See mama, you can touch me in the spot from where you will enter inside me, but you don't have my permission to graze the other...um..." I was actually surprised by her explicit wordings and couldn't help but chuckle.
"Mama..." She whines and I pull her around in my hold to face me. Leaning down to her level, I peck on her forehead. "Noted," she smiles at my word and engulfs me in a tight hug.
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