Banging your college friend 3, full time sex

Read the first two parts please and please please comment please I need some push to write more stories.

Disclaimer:read the previous ones first or you won't understand

Her words were like a match to dry tinder, igniting my desire once again. I rolled her onto her back, my body covering hers as I kissed her with a hunger that had been building for years. She wrapped her legs around my waist, her nails digging into my skin as our kiss grew deeper.

My hands roamed over her body, exploring every curve and contour, as if trying to memorize every inch of her. Her skin was warm and soft under my touch, her breasts full and heavy with need. I took one in my mouth, suckling gently as she arched her back, her moans a sweet symphony that filled the room. And some of milk came to my mouth, it was weird but tasted salty and sweet. She didn't push me away, instead, she moaned louder, her hand in my hair, urging me on.

Her other hand found my cock, now fully hard again. She stroked me with a renewed urgency, her grip firm and sure. I could feel her hips rising to meet me, her wetness coating my shaft as I slid against her. "Inside me," she whispered, her voice a hoarse plea. I didn't hesitate, pushing into her with a single, powerful thrust that had her crying out in pleasure.

The feeling of being inside her was indescribable. She was tight, but welcoming, her body clenching around me as if she had been made just for this. I began to move, my hips rolling in a rhythm that was both gentle and demanding. Mayitri's eyes never left mine, her pupils dilated with lust. Each stroke was met with a gasp, each kiss with a moan.

Her legs locked around me, urging me deeper, and I complied, pushing into her with an intensity that left us both breathless. Her walls felt like velvet, gripping me tightly as I moved in and out of her. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, a primal music that seemed to resonate through every cell of my being.

Mayitri's breath grew ragged, her moans growing louder as she approached climax. "Suraj," she called out, her nails digging into my back. "Faster, please." I obliged, my thrusts becoming more urgent, more desperate, as I chased the orgasm that hovered just out of reach. Her breasts bounced with each movement, and I couldn't resist the temptation to lean down and bite one gently. She gasped, her back arching off the bed.

As I felt her tighten around me, I knew she was close. "I'm going to come," she whispered, her voice a breathless whisper. "Come with me," I murmured, increasing my pace. With a keening cry, she shattered, her body spasming as waves of pleasure washed over her. I followed her over the edge, my own release a white-hot burst of sensation that left me trembling and gasping for air.

We laid there, our bodies entwined, for what felt like an eternity. The only sounds were our harsh breaths and the occasional sleepy coo from Lolita. I kissed her forehead, feeling a tenderness that was new and overwhelming. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice muffled against my chest.

"For what?" I asked, confused by her gratitude.

"For making me feel this way," she said, her voice still thick with passion. "For not treating me like a burden, for caring about me and Lolita. For making me feel like a woman again."

Her words touched something deep within me, a feeling of protectiveness and love that I hadn't known I was capable of. "You're not a burden, Mayitri," I whispered back, my voice hoarse. "You're the strongest person I know."

The following days saw us tiptoeing around each other, the tension between us a palpable force that neither of us could ignore. Every time I saw her, every time she looked at me, there was a hunger in her eyes that mirrored my own. And every night, as we lay in the same bed, she would turn to me and ask, "Suraj, can we do it again?" And every night, I would oblige, our bodies coming together in a dance that grew more passionate and urgent with each passing day.

Her voice was soft, almost shy, when she spoke of her desires. "I love your thick penis," she would say, her cheeks flushing with color. It was a revelation that brought a smile to my lips and a swell of pride to my chest. I had never felt more desired, more appreciated for who I was as a man. And every time she said it, I knew that she meant it with every fiber of her being.

Our nightly ritual grew more intense with each passing day. We'd lay together, our limbs entwined, and she'd trace the outline of my cock with her delicate fingers, her eyes never leaving mine as she whispered sweet nothings that set my soul on fire. "It fills me so completely," she'd murmur, her voice a siren's call that I couldn't resist. And every time she asked if we could do it again, I felt a primal need to claim her, to show her just how much she meant to me.

One evening, as the sun painted the sky with shades of pink and orange, Mayitri looked at me with a hunger that was impossible to ignore. Lolita was nursing, her tiny mouth latched onto her mother's breast, the suckling sounds a gentle reminder of the life that Mayitri had brought into this world. But in that moment, it was us, just the two of us, lost in the throes of passion that had been simmering just beneath the surface for so long.

With a boldness I hadn't seen from her before, Mayitri reached down and grabbed my cock, stroking it gently. "Take me," she whispered, her eyes dark with desire. "Even with Lolita here." It was a challenge, a declaration of just how much she wanted me, how much she needed me. And in that instant, all my reservations disappeared.

I positioned myself behind her, my cock nestling between her thighs as she leaned over the arm of the chair, her breast still in Lolita's mouth. The sight was erotic beyond anything I had ever imagined, and I couldn't help but feel a thrill at the taboo nature of our actions. Slowly, I pushed into her, her wetness making it easy to enter her. She gasped, her body tightening around me, but she didn't stop Lolita from nursing.

Her hand found mine, our fingers interlocking as I began to thrust. Each movement sent a bolt of pleasure through my body, and I knew that I was falling deeper into this new phase of our relationship. The sound of the baby's contented slurps mingled with Mayitri's gasps of pleasure, creating a symphony of love and lust that was uniquely ours.

Our lovemaking grew bolder with each passing day, our connection stronger. We found ourselves craving each other's touch, eager to explore the boundaries of our newfound passion. The days turned into weeks, and every time we had the opportunity, we'd make love, our bodies speaking a language that was more intimate than words could ever convey.

On her safe days, when Lolita was asleep and the world outside didn't matter, we'd give in to our desires. We'd kiss like teenagers discovering each other for the first time, our hands exploring every inch of bare skin. The way Mayitri's eyes lit up when I touched her in just the right spot was intoxicating, pushing me to new heights of ecstasy.

Our lovemaking was a silent symphony of need and passion. We'd start out slow, our breaths mingling in the quiet of the night. Then, as the tension built, we'd pick up speed, our bodies moving in a dance that was both frantic and beautiful. She'd arch her back, her breasts jutting out, as I'd enter her, filling her up. The sound of our skin slapping together was our only music, a rhythm that grew louder as we approached the crescendo of our shared climax.

On those safe days, we were like animals in heat, unable to resist the call of our bodies. We'd come together in a tangle of limbs, our hearts beating as one, our breaths synced in a rhythm that was uniquely ours. We'd try new things, explore new sensations, pushing the boundaries of our comfort zones. It was a heady mix of excitement and vulnerability that only made our connection deeper.