The marble gates of the legendary top-floor penthouse—long rumored but never entered—were thrown open for the first time. The mysterious heir had arrived. And he wasn't shy.
Veyas Adhipati.
Tailored black silk shirt, sleeves neatly buttoned, cuffs glinting with matte gold. Slim-fit trousers, polished shoes. A watch that said money, and eyes that said something far more dangerous.
He greeted them like old friends—though none of them had ever met him.
The table overflowed with wine, kebabs, handmade sweets, and food that tasted like a memory from their best lives. The lighting was soft, flattering, golden.
The women came dressed in their finest—Babita in a powder blue kurta, slim-fitting over matching leggings, her hair loose, earrings catching the light.
Her kurta hugged her curves, accentuating her large, round breasts that spilled over the neckline, and her fat ass that filled out her leggings perfectly. Her waist was narrow, and her legs were long and toned.
Anjali in a sleeveless lehenga, her hourglass body on full display. Her lehenga was so tight that her curves were accentuated, her large breasts pushing against the fabric, and her ass round and firm.
Madhavi sparkling in a green silk sari, her pawg body clinging to the fabric. Her sari draped low on her waist, highlighting her full hips and heavy breasts, her midriff bare and inviting.
Roshan in heels for the first time in months, her skirt flaunting her thick thighs and her ass, round and juicy, begging to be grabbed.
The men? Nowhere in sight.
One claimed a late meeting. Another vanished to the club. Some didn't answer calls at all.
And somehow, no children disturbed the night. As if the world had cleared its throat and stepped aside.
The music played. The wine poured. The laughter grew smoother.
Veyas moved among them like gravity. Gentle. Present. Perfectly timed. Listened like each woman was a story worth finishing.
He never touched.
But every one of them remembered how warm it felt when he stood beside them.
One by one, they left—reluctantly. Flushed. Lingered at the door. Some looked back. Some didn't want to. But they did.
And then—
Only Babita remained.
She stood at the edge of the terrace, wine glass half-full. Her kurta swayed in the breeze, the fabric clinging to her large, round breasts and her curvy hips. The moonlight painted her profile with soft silver, highlighting her full lips, heavy-lidded eyes, and her slender neck. Her leggings were so tight that the outline of her sex was clearly visible, her ass round and firm, begging to be touched.
He approached—measured steps, no rush. Just presence.
"It's getting late," he said softly. "Don't you need to get home?"
"Iyer might be waiting."
She didn't look at him immediately. Just let the silence sit.
"He's probably still on calls," she said, finally. "Even when I'm home, it's like I'm not there."
She turned toward him then. Not defensive. Just… open.
He met her gaze, calm and unreadable. But his voice changed—just enough to press where her heart ached.
"So… you're saying you don't get much attention anymore?"
She didn't answer.
She didn't need to.
He stepped closer—close enough for her breath to catch. Not touching. Just near enough to change the air.
"Oh, Babita…"
His voice dropped into velvet.
"You want attention?"
Her eyes fluttered. Her lips parted slightly, revealing a hint of her tongue. Her large breasts heaved with each breath, straining against the thin fabric of her kurta. Her nipples were hard and visible through the fabric, her body begging for his touch.
Babita's eyes fluttered as she met his gaze, her lips slightly parted, inviting. Veyas leaned in, his breath warm on her skin. Their lips met in a hungry, passionate kiss. His hands found her waist, pulling her close, pressing her body against his. She could feel his hardness through his trousers, and she moaned softly into his mouth.
He trailed kisses down her neck, his hands exploring her curves. He cupped her large, round breasts, his thumbs brushing over her hard nipples through the thin fabric of her kurta. She gasped, arching into his touch, her body begging for more.
Veyas pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with desire. "Let's go inside," he murmured, his voice husky. He took her hand, leading her towards the bedroom, his steps measured and deliberate.
Babita followed, her heart racing, her body aching with need. The bedroom was dimly lit, the soft glow of candles casting shadows on the walls. Veyas turned to her, his eyes roaming over her body, taking in every curve and line.
He reached out, his fingers tracing the neckline of her kurta, then slowly unbuttoning it, revealing her creamy skin inch by inch. He pushed the fabric off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, leaving her in just her leggings and bra. Her large breasts spilled over the cups of her bra, her nipples hard and begging for his touch.
Veyas leaned in, capturing one nipple in his mouth, sucking and nipping, his hand cupping her other breast. Babita gasped, her head falling back, her body pressing against his. He lavished attention on her breasts, his tongue and teeth driving her wild with desire.
His hands roamed lower, tracing the waistband of her leggings before slipping inside, his fingers finding her hot, wet center. She moaned, bucking against his hand, her body begging for release. He slipped a finger inside her, then another, his thumb circling her clit, his movements slow and deliberate, building her pleasure.
Babita reached for his shirt, her hands fumbling with the buttons in her haste to feel his skin. He helped her, pulling it off, revealing his sculpted chest and abs. She ran her hands over his muscles, her nails scraping lightly, making him hiss with pleasure.
Veyas pushed her leggings down, his mouth never leaving hers. He trailed kisses down her body, his hands exploring every inch of her skin. He knelt before her, his hands on her ass, pulling her close as he buried his face in her pussy, his tongue licking and sucking, driving her wild.
Babita's hands fisted in his hair, her body trembling with need. He brought her to the edge of orgasm, then pulled back, leaving her gasping and begging for more. He stood, his eyes dark with desire, his body hard and ready.
He pushed her gently onto the bed, his body covering hers. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his cock pressed against her entrance. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, begging for him to fill her.
Veyas entered her slowly, inch by inch, his eyes locked on hers. She gasped, her body stretching to accommodate him, her walls clenching around his length. He began to move, his hips thrusting against hers, his pace slow and steady, building her pleasure with each stroke.
Babita met his thrusts, her body moving in sync with his, her nails digging into his back. He reached between them, his fingers finding her clit, his thumb circling it in time with his thrusts, driving her wild.
Their bodies moved together, their breaths mingling, their hearts racing. Veyas increased his pace, his body slamming into hers, his fingers working her clit, pushing her towards the edge.
Babita cried out, her body trembling as her orgasm washed over her, her walls clenching around his cock. Veyas followed soon after, his body shaking as he came, his seed spilling into her.
Babita stirred, her body still humming with the afterglow of their passionate encounter. She looked up at Veyas, her eyes shining with a mix of satisfaction and renewed desire. With a wicked smile, she pushed him gently onto his back, her hands trailing down his chest, his abs, and finally, wrapping around his already hardening cock.
"Mmm, you're so hard for me," she purred, her voice low and sultry. She leaned down, her tongue flicking out to lick the tip of his cock, tasting the remnants of their previous encounter. "You're a god among men, Veyas. No one makes me feel like you do."
She took him into her mouth, her lips stretching around his girth, her tongue swirling and teasing. She bobbed her head, taking him deeper with each pass, her hands working in tandem, stroking and squeezing.
Veyas groaned, his hips bucking slightly, his hands finding her hair, his fingers tangling in the strands. "Fuck, Babita. Your mouth is incredible."
She pulled back, a mischievous glint in her eye. "You like that, don't you? You like how I worship your cock? My husband is an insult compared to you. He could never satisfy me like this."
She took him back into her mouth, her head bobbing faster, her suction tight and relentless. She looked up at him, her eyes locked on his, as she took him as deep as she could, her nose brushing against his pubic bone.
"Mmm, you're so deep," she mumbled around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine. "I love how you fill my mouth, how you stretch my lips. You're so much man, Veyas. So fucking perfect."
She reached up, her hands cupping his balls, rolling and squeezing them gently, her touch sending waves of pleasure through his body. She continued to lavish attention on his cock, her mouth and hands working in perfect harmony, driving him wild.
Veyas groaned, his body tensing, his orgasm building. "Fuck, Babita. I'm close. Your dirty mouth is going to make me come."
She pulled back slightly, her hand stroking him fast and hard. "Come for me, Veyas. Let me taste your cum. Let me feel you explode in my mouth. Show me how much of a god you are."
With a final, tight suck, she took him deep, her throat relaxing, allowing him to slide in even further. Veyas cried out, his body shuddering as he came, his hot seed spilling into her mouth. She swallowed eagerly, her eyes never leaving his, her hand milking him for every last drop.
As he collapsed back onto the bed, spent and sated, Babita crawled up his body, a satisfied smile on her face.
"See, that's what a real man tastes like," she whispered, her voice filled with contentment and desire. "You're everything I've ever wanted, Veyas. Everything I've ever needed."
"but you are not," he said his eyes glowing, he activated the new skill he got **Pleasure touch**, right onto her used mount.
"ahh, I don't care, i will help you get all the other bitchs you were eyeing at the party." she said in strong moans her boobs stretching to the sky in deep pleasure.
"hahaha" Veyas laughed in supreme bliss.
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