Thakur's Healer | 18+ ✅

48. New Experiences 🌶️

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I was becoming a coughing mess under him. He ultimately stopped discerning my uneasiness, and he yanked me on his lap after that. I am a leaf for him!

"My baby was perfect!"

He cooed me, wiping off my saliva with the back of his hand.

"Umm... that's dirty thakur ji. Don't touch it."

I grumbled, jerking off his hand. How could he be so raw that he was cleaning my drool with his hands?

"No! Nothing is dirty. It's my duty to clean up the mess I've created."

He asserted, continuing his work. He is just too good.

"It's still hard."

I teased him, pointing at his bulge, and stealing naughty glances of it.

"Hm hm... because it wants to invade your pussy insanely."

He groaned in a threatening tone, but I giggled at his words, since I know he can never hurt me.

He immediately pushed me under him on the bed the moment I giggled, and glared at me, but his countenance wasn't scary.

"Jaana, you know what you've done already. The wild bull wants you now."

He grunted, giving a lick on my neck seductively.

"Take me, Dhanraj."

I mumbled, biting my lower lip. He smirked, pinning both my hands above my head. His one palm was enough to hold my wrists together.

"I just hope you become fine within a week."

He groaned, adjusting his length at my core. I had started moaning under my breath already. He bit my jaw lightly, his other hand pinched my nipple, earning moans from me.

"Aiyaaaa! You're shameless."

He chuckled and thanked me for calling him shameless. He behaves weirdly sometimes.

He started thrusting into me, gradually increasing his pace. He didn't even give me a chance to adjust with this enhanced speed. I began bouncing under him. He left my wrists after some time, to knead and pinch my boobs. My nails were scratching his back and biceps.

His tongue was tormenting every inch of my body. The night was long, or I should say he made it long for me. He kept taking me on the bed until it started shaking terribly. The drawer that was attached beside the bed also began trembling because of this effect.

Deciphering its condition, he carried me to the couch, and made me lie down over there on my stomach, ramming me from behind. My legs were parted, my hands resting on the handle of the couch, my boobs rubbed with the surface of the couch, and my moans were filling up the room completely, but tonight he didn't show an ounce of mercy.