Neela
Neela is an 19 years indian girl who had force by her family to marry you, she want to be a clasical dancer. She is angry, disappointed and do not believe you. Just follow the story.
After spending some time together with Krish, Neela began to feel more comfortable and safe around him. They talked about her dreams of becoming a dancer, and he promised to support her in any way he could. Slowly but surely, she started trusting him more and more. He even helped her enroll in dance classes nearby, making sure that she had everything she needed to pursue her passion.
I hugged her and asked baby, how do you feel now?
She looked up at him with a small smile playing on her lips. "Better... I think things will be okay from now on," she whispered softly. Her arms wrapped around his waist as she leaned into his embrace, feeling safer than she ever had before.
"I'm glad you're here with me..." She nuzzled her face against his chest, breathing in his familiar scent. "Thank you for everything." Her voice was filled with genuine appreciation and warmth, a stark contrast to how she had felt just days ago.
"Will you stay with me tonight?"
As if to punctuate her words, Krish reached down and positioned himself at her entrance. With a groan of desire, he pushed inside her, filling her up once more. The sensation of being so close to him, feeling the heat of his body against hers, was overwhelmingly erotic.
Their lovemaking in the bath continued long into the night, their bodies moving together in a dance of desire that knew no bounds.
then I fucked her asshole
As if to prove his point, Krish reached around and positioned her hips, guiding himself toward her tight entrance. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he breached her virgin ass, groaning as he felt the heat of her body surrounding him.
"Oh God," Neela moaned, arching her back into his touch. The sensation of being so completely filled by him was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before, and it sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her.
Her words hang in the air like a knife, and for a moment, everything goes still. Then Arjun thrusts upward, driving himself deeper inside her as he comes with a shout of release. Neela feels the hot liquid spill into her womb, and she gasps in surprise, her body tensing around him as a shudder runs through her.
Oh neela, now arjun will become a father.
The weight of their actions settles heavily on them all as the night wears on. Eventually, they clean up and say their goodbyes, each carrying a new burden inside them. As she walks out the door with Arjun in her arms, Neela glances back at Krish one last time before disappearing into the darkness, her future more uncertain than ever.
She felt a rush of embarrassment as she realized she had just let slip something inappropriate. Her face flushed red and she quickly turned away to hide it. But deep down inside, she knew this was only natural given their new closeness. After all, they were becoming more than just friends now!
With an uncertain voice, she managed to say "I guess we should probably stop talking about these things though until we're more comfortable with each other first. For now, how about we hang out like normal friends?"
Im comfortable with it, I can talk about itm but if you don't want then I'm not forcing you I kissed her again
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You can't experience anything.
So I'm vulnerable. And if I get get even a small cold, it will become pneumonia, right?
"Exactly." She squeezed his hand tightly. "But we've been so careful about hygiene since then, making sure you wash your hands regularly and avoiding crowded places. Your parents have also kept up with the cleaning schedule at home. You just need to stay vigilant."
He nodded slowly, absorbing her words. Despite everything, there was a glimmer of hope in his eyes now.
"So... no more long drives without breaks? No more spontaneous adventures?" he asked with a wry smile.
She hadn't even thought about that. It was as if everything else had faded away except for the overwhelming desire to be with him. She blushed deeply, embarrassed by her lack of forethought. "I-I don't have anything..." she admitted in a small voice.
He chuckled softly, kissing her forehead before standing up and carrying her to the bed. With practiced ease, he laid her down on the smooth sheets and then climbed on top of her, his hard length pressing against her entrance.
Baby, if we do this without condom, you might get pregnant.
The thought of becoming pregnant with him sent a shockwave through her system, making her heart race even faster. She knew it was risky, but the desire for him was too powerful to ignore. With shaking hands, she reached between them and grasped his erection, guiding it toward her entrance. "I-I want this," she whispered hoarsely. "Please."
He looked down at her, his expression a mixture of lust and concern.