Part 2 - Be My King ALMIGHTY

As the last waves of his orgasm subside, Ayush pulls out carefully and removes the condom. He ties it off, the significant weight of his cum inside satisfying him on a primal level. He places the filled condom next to Divya's head on the pillow, like a twisted trophy of their lovemaking.

"Don't move," he instructs, satisfaction clear in his tone. "I'm going to get my camera."

Divya turns her head to look at him, a well-fucked smile playing on her lips. "Again?" she teases.

Ayush smirks. "This is just for us," he reassures her, pressing a quick kiss to her temple. "I want to remember how beautiful you look like this."

He returns moments later with a small camera, setting it up on a tripod near the foot of the bed. He makes sure it's positioned to capture the full length of Divya's body, from her disheveled hair and satisfied expression to the slight redness between her thighs from their intense lovemaking.

Divya feels a renewed surge of arousal at the thought of being recorded. "How do I look?" she asks, a coy smile playing on her lips as she glances back at Ayush.

"Absolutely stunning," Ayush replies sincerely. He finishes setting up the camera before joining her on the bed again, this time lying beside her so they're both in frame. "Now, I want you to tell me how you feel. Don't hold back."

Divya looks into the camera lens, suddenly feeling a little shy despite everything they've already done. But as she meets Ayush's encouraging gaze, her nerves dissipate.

"I feel… amazing," she begins, her fingers idly tracing patterns on Ayush's chest. "Like I've been awakened to a whole new world of sensations and possibilities."

"And?" Ayush prompts gently, his hand caressing her hip.

"And I've never felt more desired or appreciated," Divya continues, a soft blush coloring her cheeks. "The way you look at me, the way you touch me… it makes me feel beautiful and wanted in a way I didn't know was possible."

Ayush leans in to kiss her shoulder. "You deserve to be worshipped," he murmurs against her skin. "Every inch of you is perfect."

Divya smiles, feeling a warmth spread through her chest at his words.

On a sudden impulse, Ayush sits up and moves behind Divya, pulling her back against his chest. His arms encircle her, one hand splayed possessively across her stomach while the other cups one of her breasts. He nudges her legs apart slightly, spreading her thighs so the camera can see the glistening wetness between them.

"Now tell them," he murmurs in her ear, his breath hot against her sensitive skin. "Tell them how much better you feel since I came into your life."

Divya shivers at his words, at the vulnerability and honesty they require. But as she looks into the camera lens, she knows she owes it to herself to acknowledge the profound impact Ayush has had on her life.

"I feel alive," she says finally, her voice steady despite the intimate setting. "Like I was sleepwalking through life before Ayush. He's awakened something in me that I thought was lost forever."

Ayush's hand on her breast moves, his fingers rolling her nipple between them, causing her to gasp softly.

"He makes me feel seen and appreciated in ways I've never experienced," Divya continues, her cheeks flushed with arousal. "With him, I can let go of all my inhibitions and just be myself."

As she speaks, Ayush's other hand begins to move lower, trailing down her stomach to the juncture between her thighs. His fingers find her clit, already sensitive from their previous lovemaking, and he begins to stroke her with a gentle, teasing touch.

"And how does this make you feel?" Ayush asks, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear.

Divya has to fight to keep her voice steady as his skilled fingers work her back up to arousal. "It makes me feel… desired. Worshipped. Like I'm the most precious thing in his world."

Ayush increases the pressure of his ministrations on her clit, smiling against her neck as he feels her breath hitch. "And are you?" he prompts.

Divya nods, unable to form words as pleasure begins to build anew in her core. Ayush's free hand moves from her breast to her mouth, pressing two fingers against her lips. Without hesitation, Divya opens her mouth, sucking on his digits as she had his cock earlier.

The lewd sounds of her suction, combined with her soft moans vibrating around his fingers, along with the visual of her writhing in his arms as he fingers her to another climax, all captured on camera, is intensely erotic.

As Divya's orgasm approaches, her hips moving rhythmically against Ayush's hand, he speaks again, his voice low and commanding. "Tell them who you belong to, Divya."

The question, combined with the dual stimulation of his fingers in her mouth and on her clit, pushes Divya over the precipice. She cries out around his fingers as she comes, her body shuddering with pleasure.

As the waves of her climax subside, leaving her boneless in Ayush's arms, he asks again, "Who do you belong to, my love?"

Divya's voice is breathy and sated as she finally answers, looking directly into the camera. "I belong to Ayush. Completely and utterly."

Ayush's arms tighten around her, a growl of possessive satisfaction rumbling in his chest. "That's right," he murmurs. "You're mine. Forever."

In the aftermath of their passionate encounter, as Divya basks in the warm afterglow, she suddenly feels Ayush's grip on her tighten. His lips brush against her ear as he whispers, "Spread yourself open for me. Show them how pretty your pussy is, all wet and well-used from my cock."

A shiver runs down Divya's spine at his words, but she doesn't hesitate. Reaching down between her legs, she uses two fingers to spread her outer lips, then another two to part her inner lips, revealing her glistening, swollen pussy to the camera.

"Good girl," Ayush purrs, nipping at her earlobe. "Now, I want to see you squirt for me. Can you do that? Show them how much you enjoyed being my little slut?"

Divya whimpers at his words, a fresh wave of arousal washing over her despite her recent climax. She nods, her fingers moving to her clit, already sensitive but still responsive to her touch.

As she begins to rub herself, Ayush's hand moves to her breast, kneading and pinching, adding to the sensations flooding her body. His other hand, still wet from her earlier juices, trails lower, teasing at her back entrance.

The combined stimulation quickly builds Divya to another peak. She feels the pressure growing in her lower belly, signaling her imminent release.

"That's it," Ayush encourages. "Let go for me. Let them see what a good girl you are."

With a guttural cry, Divya comes hard, her body convulsing in Ayush's arms. As promised, a gush of liquid spurts from her pussy, arching through the air and splashing onto the bed below, the sound of it hitting the sheets loud in the otherwise silent room.

Ayush groans appreciatively in her ear. "So fucking hot," he murmurs. "My dirty girl."

As Divya catches her breath, Ayush suddenly shifts, moving to kneel between her legs. He looks down at her with a hungry expression, his cock already hardening again. "Now, spread your legs wider," he instructs. "I'm not done with you yet."

Divya obeys, parting her legs until she feels almost impossibly exposed. The cool air of the room caresses her overheated, sensitive flesh, making her shiver.

"Good," Ayush approves. He reaches forward, his large hands grasping her thighs to spread her even further. "Look at the camera, Divya. I want everyone to see what's mine."

Biting her lip, Divya turns her gaze to the lens, feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal at being so exposed. Ayush leans in, his face appearing in the frame next to her glistening pussy.

"Now, be a good girl and clean yourself up," he says, his voice low and commanding.

Without hesitation, Divya reaches down with both hands, scooping up the fluid that has pooled on her stomach and thighs. She brings her fingers to her mouth, licking and sucking them clean, her eyes never leaving the camera.

"Tell them how it tastes," Ayush prompts, his gaze dark with desire.

Divya swirls her tongue around her fingers, savoring the salty, slightly sweet flavor of her own essence. "It tastes like satisfaction," she murmurs, her voice husky. "Like proof of how good you make me feel."

Ayush chuckles, low and approving. "That's my girl." He leans back, his hands moving to spread her pussy lips, revealing her swollen clit and tight entrance. "Now, tell them how it feels to be married to an 18-year-old while you're a 51-year-old mom."

Divya flushes, a mix of emotions swirling in her chest. She looks directly into the camera, her voice steady despite her embarrassment. "It feels liberating," she admits. "Like a second chance at life, at exploring my sexuality and desires without judgment."

Ayush's thumb brushes over her clit, making her gasp softly. "And?"

"And it's the most fulfilling relationship I've ever had," Divya continues, finding courage in her honesty. "Ayush makes me feel desired and appreciated in ways I never thought possible. He's awakened a part of me I thought had died long ago."

As she speaks, Divya feels a renewed sense of arousal building between her legs. Ayush's skilled fingers continue their gentle torture, keeping her on edge without pushing her over.

"Do you miss being with an older man?" Ayush asks suddenly, his gaze intense.

Divya considers, her thoughts surprisingly clear despite her state of undress and the camera capturing her every move. "No," she answers finally, shaking her head. "With Ayush, I feel truly alive. He gives me everything I need and more."

Ayush grins, clearly pleased with her response. "Good," he murmurs, leaning down to press a soft kiss against her stomach. "Because you're mine, Divya. All mine."

Divya smiles back, feeling a sense of contentment wash over her. Despite the unusual circumstances of their relationship, despite the potential for judgment from others, she knows that what she has with Ayush is real. And that's all that matters.

Suddenly, Ayush's mood shifts. He moves quickly, pulling Divya up to her knees and turning her to face the camera fully. Her breasts are on full display, still bearing faint marks from his earlier attentions, and her disheveled hair frames her face.

"Tell them again," Ayush growls, his hand fisting in her hair and pulling her head back to expose the long line of her throat. "Tell them who owns this tight, experienced pussy."

Divya's lips part, but no sound comes out at first. The intensity in Ayush's eyes, the possessive grip he has on her, ignites a fire within her.

"I-I…" she stammers, her usual confidence wavering.

Ayush tightens his grip on her hair, using it to turn her face towards him. His lips crash against hers in a fierce, demanding kiss that steals her breath away. When he finally releases her, she's panting, her lips swollen and red.

"Again," he commands, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Divya finds her voice, the words tumbling out in a rush. "I belong to Ayush," she declares, looking straight into the camera. "He owns me. Body and soul."

Ayush releases her hair, his hands moving to cup her breasts roughly. "That's right," he growls. "And I'm going to remind you of that every single day."

Divya smiled, knowing that their love was truly timeless. With her newfound youth and their unwavering commitment to each other, she felt invincible, ready to face whatever the future held.

Divya clicked a picture of her with Ayush where she looked tiny compared to his huge body. She had put on her Sindoor and Mangalsutra as well. She posted the pic with the caption, "My forever love."

"Let's go to the bedroom, my love," Divya says in a seductive tone, her fingers trailing down Ayush's chest as she takes a step back towards their room. She 'accidentally' lets her Sari slip from her shoulder, revealing more of her smooth, golden skin.

Ayush's eyes darken with desire as he watches her, his breath catching in his throat. He can't tear his gaze away from the tantalizing view of his beautiful wife, her curves accentuated by the soft fabric of her Sari, now slipping enticingly. He feels a familiar heat stirring within him, a primal need to claim her as his own.

"Mmm, as you wish, my queen," he murmurs, his voice low and husky with desire. He moves towards her, his large, muscular frame dwarfing her petite form as he cages her against the wall. His hands find her waist, pulling her close as he bends down to nuzzle her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent. "You're so beautiful, Divya," he whispers against her skin, his lips tracing a path along her collarbone. "I can never get enough of you."

Divya shivers at his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. She arches her back slightly, pressing her body closer to his, reveling in the feel of his hard muscles against her soft curves. Her hands slide up his arms, fingers tangling in his hair as she pulls him into a deep, passionate kiss.

Their lips meet in a fiery explosion of desire, tongues dancing together as years of pent-up longing and forbidden lust are unleashed. Ayush's hands roam her body, exploring every curve and dip with a hunger that borders on reverence. Divya responds in kind, her smaller frame molding perfectly against his larger one as she gives herself over to the pleasure of his touch.

Breaking the kiss, Ayush trails his lips down her neck, leaving a path of fire in his wake. He pauses at the edge of her Sari, his fingers deftly working to undo the intricate folds. The fabric slips away, pooling at her feet and leaving her standing before him in just her blouse and petticoat.

"God, you're gorgeous," he breathes, drinking in the sight of her. The thin fabric of her blouse does little to hide the swell of her breasts or the pebbled hardness of her nipples. Her petticoat hugs her hips, accentuating the delicious curve of her waist and the tempting fullness of her ass.

Divya bites her lip, a flush of arousal coloring her cheeks. She knows she's beautiful, knows the effect she has on her husband, and she revels in it. With a sultry smile, she reaches behind her, undoing the hooks of her blouse with deliberate slowness.

Ayush watches, entranced, as the blouse falls away, revealing her lacy bra and the smooth, unblemished skin of her back. He steps closer, his front pressing against her back, his erection evident through the thin fabric of his pants. One hand slides around to cup her breast through the bra, while the other snakes down to her petticoat, fingers slipping beneath the fabric to caress her heated flesh.

"Oh, Ayush," Divya gasps, her head falling back against his shoulder. Her body arches into his touch, seeking more of the delicious friction he's providing. She can feel his hardness against her lower back, and it sends a jolt of electricity through her core.

"I've got you, my love," Ayush murmurs into her ear, his teeth nipping gently at her lobe. He continues to explore her body with his hands, one teasing her nipple through the lace of her bra, the other delving deeper into her petticoat to find the wet heat of her arousal.

Divya's breath comes in short pants now, her body trembling with need. She reaches back, her hand finding Ayush's neck, pulling him closer as she grinds her ass against his erection. "Please," she whimpers, beyond words now, lost in a sea of sensation.

Ayush growls low in his throat, the sound primal and possessive. In one swift motion, he scoops her up into his arms, carrying her the short distance to their bed. He lays her down gently, following her down with his body, caging her beneath him.

"You're mine, Divya," he growls, his eyes blazing with desire. "Forever mine."

"Yes," she breathes, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him down into a searing kiss. "Yours, always yours."

He kisses her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his hands continue their journey of discovery. Divya writhes beneath him, lost in the sensations he's awakening in her body. She feels alive, desired, loved.

Ayush breaks the kiss, trailing his lips down her body, pausing to lavish attention on her breasts, still covered by the lacy bra. He nips and sucks at the soft mounds, causing Divya to arch her back, pressing herself closer to him.

"Ayush," she moans, her fingers tangling in his hair, urging him on.

He continues his downward path, kissing and licking her quivering belly, until he reaches the edge of her petticoat. With a swift motion, he tugs it down, revealing her matching lacy panties, already damp with her arousal.

"So beautiful," he murmurs, admiring the sight before him. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down slowly, revealing her slick folds inch by inch.

Divya feels exposed, vulnerable, yet incredibly aroused. She watches as Ayush's eyes darken at the sight of her, completely bare and ready for him. She feels a rush of power knowing she can reduce this strong, virile man to a state of primal need.

Ayush spreads her legs wider, settling between them. He looks up at her, his eyes meeting hers, dark with desire. "You're perfect, Divya," he says huskily. "Every inch of you is mine."

Divya nods, unable to speak. She feels her pussy clenching, her juices flowing at his words. She's never felt more wanted, more loved.

He lowers his head, blowing a soft breath against her heated core. Divya jolts at the sensation, her hips lifting off the bed. Ayush places a hand on her stomach, holding her down as he looks up at her.

"Relax, my love," he murmurs. "Let me worship you."

Divya tries to relax, but her body is coiled tight with anticipation. She feels Ayush's breath on her most intimate parts again, and then, finally, she feels the warm wetness of his tongue as he licks a broad stripe from her entrance to her clit.

"Oh God!" she cries out, her hands fisting in the sheets. The sensation is overwhelming, pleasure coursing through her like an electric current.

Ayush doesn't stop. He licks and sucks at her folds, paying special attention to her clit. He thrusts his tongue inside her, tasting her deeply, savoring her essence. Divya is lost in pleasure, her body writhing, her breath coming in short gasps.

"Ayush, please," she begs, not sure what she's asking for, only knowing that she needs more.

Ayush obliges, slipping a finger inside her as he continues to tongue her clit. Divya cries out, her walls clenching around the digit. He adds another finger, pumping them in and out, curling them to hit that spot that drives her wild.

"Yes, yes, right there!" she exclaims, her hips moving in time with his fingers.

He increases his pace, his tongue flicking rapidly over her clit. Divya feels her climax building, a coil tightening in her core.

"I'm coming," she gasps, her voice trembling.

Ayush redoubles his efforts, determined to see her through her orgasm. He curls his fingers just right, his tongue never stopping its delicious torture.

Divya screams as her climax hits her, her pussy clenching around his fingers, waves of pleasure crashing over her. She shakes and trembles, lost in the intensity of her release.

As she starts to come down from her high, Ayush slowly withdraws his fingers, replacing them with his tongue to lap up her release. Divya moans softly, too sensitive, but still enjoying the attention.

Ayush finally lifts his head, a smirk of satisfaction on his face. "You taste delicious, my love," he says, licking his lips.

Divya blushes, a rare occurrence. "You're insatiable," she teases, reaching for him.

He moves up her body, capturing her lips in a deep kiss, allowing her to taste herself on his tongue. She moans into the kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck.

Breaking the kiss, Ayush sits up, straddling her thighs. He reaches for the hem of his T-shirt, pulling it off in one smooth motion. Divya's eyes widen as she takes in the sight of his chiseled chest and abs, his smooth, hairless skin gleaming in the soft light of the room.

"You're gorgeous," she breathes, her hands reaching up to explore the contours of his muscles.

Ayush smiles, enjoying her admiration. He stands up beside the bed, unbuttoning his jeans and sliding them down his legs, along with his boxers. His cock springs free, standing proud and erect.

Divya gasps at the sight of it. Even though she's seen it before, the sheer size of it still takes her breath away. It's long and thick, the head a deep purple, a drop of pre-cum beading at the slit. His balls hang heavy beneath, perfectly rounded and just as tempting.

"Oh my," she whispers, licking her lips unconsciously.

Ayush chuckles, climbing back onto the bed. "Like what you see?" he asks, his voice laced with amusement and arousal.

Divya nods, her eyes never leaving his cock. "It's beautiful," she says sincerely. She sits up, reaching out to touch it. Her fingers wrap around the shaft, marveling at the thickness.

Ayush groans at her touch, his hips thrusting forward instinctively. "Divya," he breathes, her name a reverent plea on his lips.

She pumps her hand up and down, feeling the weight of his cock, the heat radiating from it. She leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to the tip, tasting the salty pre-cum.

Ayush threads his fingers in her hair, guiding her mouth closer. Divya opens willingly, taking him in inch by inch. He's too big to fit completely in her mouth, but she takes as much as she can, sucking and licking, her tongue swirling around the head.

"Ahh, fuck," Ayush groans, his head falling back. The sight of his beautiful wife with her lips wrapped around his cock is almost too much to bear.

Divya hollows her cheeks, increasing the suction. She bobs her head up and down, her hand stroking the part of him that doesn't fit in her mouth. She can taste his pre-cum, salty and slightly bitter, and she finds that she loves it.

Ayush's hips thrust gently, fucking her mouth with slow, steady strokes. He doesn't want to overwhelm her, but the feel of her hot, wet mouth is driving him to the edge.

"Divya, I'm close," he warns, his voice strained.

She hums around his cock, the vibration causing him to shudder. She increases her pace, determined to make him come.

With a guttural groan, Ayush spills into her mouth, his cum shooting down her throat. Divya swallows quickly, not wanting to waste a drop. As the last of his orgasm subsides, she releases him, licking her lips.

"That was amazing," she says, a satisfied smile on her face.

Ayush collapses beside her on the bed, pulling her into his arms. "You're incredible," he murmurs into her hair. "I've wanted you for so long, Divya. I can't believe you're finally mine."

She nuzzles into his chest, feeling happy and content. "I'm yours, Ayush. Completely and utterly yours. I'm so glad I can finally be with you like this."

Ayush holds her close, cherishing the feel of her in his arms. He knows that their love is strong enough to overcome any obstacle, and he's grateful for every moment they spend together.

"I love how dominant you are in bed," Divya whispers against Ayush's ear as she traces the outline of his muscular back with her fingertips. "It makes me feel so… safe and desired at the same time."

Ayush turns to face her, his dark eyes filled with a mix of tenderness and hunger. "You are safe with me, Divya," he murmurs, pulling her closer so that her body molds perfectly against his. "And you have no idea how much I desire you."

Divya feels a shiver run down her spine as she breathes in the scent of him — a heady mix of cologne, sweat, and something inherently male. She loves how he makes her feel small and delicate despite her own strength and independence.

"I love submitting to you," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's like I can let go of everything else and just… be."

Ayush's hand slides up her bare thigh, his touch electric even against her feverish skin. "Good," he growls softly. "Because I love taking control of you, making you feel everything you've been missing."

Divya arches into his touch as his fingers find their way to her core, already wet and aching for him. "I never knew it could be like this," she confesses, her breath hitching as he begins to circle her clit with skilled fingers. "So intense… so all-consuming."

Ayush captures her lips in a searing kiss, swallowing her moans as he works her body like a fine instrument. When he breaks the kiss, his gaze is dark with possessive need. "You're mine, Divya," he asserts, his thumb now pressing firmly on her clit while two fingers slide inside her. "Body, mind, soul — all mine."

Divya's back arches off the bed as pleasure surges through her. "Yours," she agrees breathlessly, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Always yours."

In that moment, as Ayush's fingers work her towards a shattering climax and his teeth graze the sensitive skin of her neck, Divya knows she's found her perfect match in this younger man who somehow understands her deepest desires better than anyone ever has. She's never felt more alive, more desired, more loved. And as she falls apart in his arms, she knows she never wants to let go of this intoxicating feeling — of being both cherished and dominated by the man she loves.

"Spread your legs wider, Divya," Ayush commands, his voice low and husky with desire. He kneels between her thighs, his large, calloused hands gripping her hips. "I want to see all of you."

Divya obeys immediately, parting her legs until she feels almost impossibly exposed. The cool air of the room caresses her most intimate parts, making her shiver with anticipation.

"Good girl," Ayush praises, his gaze fixed hungrily on her glistening pussy. He can see how wet she is, how her juices are coating her inner thighs. The sight makes his already hard cock twitch with need.

Divya reaches down, her slender fingers parting her outer lips before gently spreading her inner lips as well, revealing the pink, swollen flesh within. "Like this?" she asks, her voice trembling slightly with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.

"Just like that," Ayush growls appreciatively. He moves closer, positioning the head of his thick cock at her entrance. Without warning, he thrusts forward in one swift, powerful movement, burying himself deep inside her.

Divya cries out, a sound somewhere between a scream and a moan. The stretch burns, his size overwhelming her, but even as she gasps for breath, she feels her body yielding, adjusting to his girth. "Oh God, Ayush!" she manages to choke out, her fingers digging into the sheets beside her. "You're so deep!"

"Shh, relax for me," Ayush soothes, leaning over to kiss her forehead. He remains still, allowing her time to accommodate him. When her breathing starts to steady, he pulls out almost all the way before pushing back in with a slow, deliberate grind.

Divya moans, a low, guttural sound that surprises even her. The pain is already fading, replaced by a fullness that borders on euphoric. "More," she demands, lifting her hips to meet his next thrust. "I need more."

Ayush chuckles darkly, his control starting to slip. He sets a steady rhythm, each stroke long and deep, angling his hips to hit that spot inside her that makes her see stars. "Is this what you need?" he growls, increasing his pace. "Tell me how it feels."

"So good," Divya whimpers, her body arching beneath him. She feels herself stretching to take all of him, her walls fluttering around his thick length. "You fill me up so completely. I can feel you in my stomach."

The visual of her petite frame accommodating his large cock is too much for Ayush. With a guttural curse, he loses the last of his restraint. He grips her hips tightly, lifting them slightly to change the angle of his thrusts.

"Yes!" Divya cries out as he hits a spot deep inside her that sends sparks of pleasure shooting through her body. "Right there! Don't stop!"

Ayush pounds into her relentlessly, driven by the sight of her taking him so greedily, the sound of her cries of pleasure, and the incredible tight, wet heat of her pussy. Sweat beads on his forehead, his muscles straining with the effort of maintaining his punishing rhythm.

Divya's moans grow louder, more urgent, as she feels her climax building. Her hands move to her breasts, pinching and tugging at her nipples, adding to the barrage of sensations overwhelming her.

"Touch yourself," Ayush orders, his voice rough with desire. "Make yourself come on my cock."

Divya doesn't hesitate. One hand stays at her breast while the other snakes down between her legs. She finds her clit, swollen and sensitive, and begins to rub it in quick, firm circles.

The combination of Ayush's deep thrusts and her own ministrations on her clit pushes Divya over the edge. She screams as her orgasm crashes over her, her pussy clamping down on Ayush's cock like a vice. Waves of pleasure radiate from her core, making her vision blur and her breath catch in her throat.

"That's it, come for me," Ayush encourages through gritted teeth.

But even as Divya's inner walls spasm around him, Ayush doesn't slow down. Instead, he withdraws completely, ignoring her whimper of protest. In one swift motion, he flips her onto her stomach before pulling her up onto her hands and knees.

Divya barely has time to process the change in position before Ayush is back inside her, pushing into her sensitive, spasming pussy with a single long thrust. She gasps, the new angle allowing him to reach even deeper.

"You feel so good," Ayush grunts, gripping her hips tightly. "I can't get enough of you."

Divya pushes back against him, meeting his thrusts. "Don't stop," she begs. "Please, Ayush, don't stop."

Ayush tightens his grip on her hips, using it to pull her back harder with each thrust. The sound of flesh meeting flesh fills the room, mingling with Divya's breathy moans and his own guttural grunts.

Divya's breasts sway with each impact, and she reaches under herself to fondle them, the added stimulation sending new waves of pleasure through her over-sensitized body.

"Play with your nipples," Ayush instructs, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining his control. "Pinch them hard. Let me see you lose yourself completely."

Divya does as she's told, her fingers finding her nipples and pinching them firmly. The jolt of pain-tinged pleasure makes her pussy clench around Ayush's cock, eliciting a growl of approval from him.

"So beautiful," he murmurs, reaching around to stroke her clit in time with his thrusts. "My perfect little slut."

The combination of the deep penetration and the dual stimulation of her nipples and clit proves too much for Divya. She feels another orgasm building, sharper and more intense than the first.

"Ayush! I'm going to come again!" she cries, her voice broken with pleasure.

"Give it to me," Ayush demands, slamming into her harder. "Come on my cock like a good girl."

Divya screams as she comes undone, her body shaking, her pussy squeezing Ayush's cock so tightly that for a moment, he worries she might cut off his circulation. But the sensation of her spasming around him, the sound of her unrestrained cries of pleasure, pushes him over the edge as well.

With a final, powerful thrust, Ayush buries himself deep inside Divya, his cock pulsing as he empties himself into the condom. He groans loudly, the intensity of his release catching him off guard.