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The weekend getaway hosted by the charismatic man at whose enchanting birthday party Aditya and Kriti’s passionate journey had begun was the perfect escape the couple craved. Burdened by their hectic schedules, they yearned for stolen moments of intimacy. They decided to cocoon themselves within the sanctuary of their opulent room at the exclusive resort and spa that Karan had thoughtfully booked for his esteemed guests.

As Kriti crossed the threshold, a gasp escaped her lips, captivated by the breathtaking ambiance that greeted her. The room overflowed with a symphony of scarlet roses, reminiscent of an idyllic paradise reserved exclusively for star-crossed lovers embarking on their honeymoon. “Adi, did you plan this?” she whispered incredulously, her eyes shimmering with awe.

Aditya nodded, a tender smile gracing his lips. “Anything for my baby,” he murmured, gently pressing his lips against her hand, igniting a spark of anticipation between them.

Kriti’s demeanor suddenly transformed into one of untamed desire, her gaze locked hungrily onto Aditya’s. Abandoning any notion of privacy, she sauntered closer to him, her slender fingers toying with the buttons of his shirt collar. Their noses brushed against each other in breathless anticipation, their lips teasingly grazing as the heat between them intensified. With closed eyes, they savored each other’s warm breaths, their yearning building exponentially. Finally relinquishing her playful torment, Kriti bridged the final gap and claimed his tender lips with an insatiable hunger. Aditya, overwhelmed with longing, pressed her against the door, deepening their kiss in a fervent embrace. Despite the rhythmic tick of the clock, their lips remained blissfully entwined, their connection unbroken.

Aditya, driven by an intoxicating passion for his lover, spun Kriti around, her head gently colliding with the door, heightening her desire. Tenderly, he brushed her hair away from her nape, delicately exposing her tantalizing back. The first taste of his lips on her ear elicited an exquisite moan from deep within her, inspiring him to trail wild kisses along her neck. The intensity of his touch caused Kriti’s very core to tremble, compelling her to arch against his firm embrace, enticing him further. With every tender caress, Aditya slowly untied the strings of her sundress, exposing her sensuous form to his passionate gaze. Kriti, desperate to shed her inhibitions, turned to face him, her dress cascading effortlessly from her shoulders, her lacy bandeau bra struggling to contain her supple bosom. Aditya, enthralled by her ethereal beauty, resumed his ardent assault on her neck as she effortlessly unbuttoned his linen shirt. Sensually easing to his knees, he cast his spell upon her, attending to every inch of her body. Reverently, he discarded her lacy panties, the fabric swirling through the air as a scintillating invitation to their ardor. Placing her leg over his shoulder, Kriti steadied herself, clinging to the door handle for support.

A voice, dripping with seduction, roused from Aditya’s lips. “May I?” he whispered, his gaze piercing her very soul.

Without hesitation, Kriti nodded, her anticipation palpable. If he merely whispered, she would surrender her existence to him, let alone her desires. Closing her eyes in anticipation, she drew sharp breaths, her body quivering with excitement and uncertainty.

Aditya, tender and determined, placed a swift, featherlight kiss upon her pulsating petals, tenderly grazing her quivering flesh. With each passing moment, he intensified the fervor of their connection, sweetly devouring her essence. Kriti, lost in waves of pleasure, clutched his hair desperately, surrendering to his touch, her moans echoing throughout the room. Suddenly, an unrestrained declaration escaped her as bliss seized her entirely. “Ahhh, yes, baby! The way you worship my being brings me unparalleled pleasure!”

Neither of them cared whether their ecstasy permeated the walls, reaching prying ears or curious eyes. Aditya plunged a finger, teasingly, into Kriti’s slick haven as he relentlessly toyed with her quivering pearl. The intensity of the pleasure crescendoed, reaching unbearable heights as his lips and tongue traced a scorching path down her delicate form. Kriti, embracing her sensuality, had come to embrace her newfound curves, empowering her allure. Aditya, bewitched, acquired an addiction to the contours of her navel, tracing it with his devilish tongue, savoring every delicious morsel.

With Kriti sated, he kissed his way up to her irresistible cleavage, aligning their bodies against the door. Devouring her without reserve, he worshipped every inch of her bosom above the confines of her bra. Gently, he released her delicate swollen peaks, peaking free from their lacy prison, and resumed his blissful assault, suckling hungrily until both nipples ached with desire.

Kriti, consumed by primal fervor, reciprocated the craving to pleasure Aditya and rock his world. She gracefully kneeled before him, skillfully unbuckling his belt. The fabric of his boxers was damp from the unrestrained passion that had coursed between them, tempting her to unveil his throbbing manhood. Tenderly, she initiated a passionate kiss, her lips ravaging his, exploring his naked chest with an untamed urgency. Nibbling his earlobe, she entrusted him with her soft touch, firmly gripping his firm length. “How does it feel?” she purred, her voice drenched in sultriness, drawing forth a primal yearning from deep within him.

Aditya, overcome by desire, could barely muster a nod. His intense gaze locked onto Kriti’s as she skillfully stimulated him, expertly adjusting her pace to send him soaring higher with every stroke. Teasingly, she slowed, languidly grazing her hands along his shaft, only to quicken her movements once more. She then engulfed the tip with her mouth, caressing it, thoroughly exploring every erogenous crevice. It marked their first encounter of this kind, for she had found the act too repulsive with previous lovers. But with Aditya, everything felt different, every touch a symphony of pleasure. Encumbered by neither shame nor a desire for secrecy, Kriti delighted in showcasing her devotion to him. Aditya, completely entranced, seized her hair, not in pain but to convey the exquisite intensity of his ecstasy. Kriti increased her pace, ravishing him with an unrestrained fervor, bringing them both to the precipice of release before abruptly halting, a pang of delicious torment lacing Aditya’s desire.

Once more, taking his throbbing cock in both hands, she tantalizingly stroked it against her glistening breasts, her taut nipples glistening with his fervor. Aditya, overcome with his yearning, could withstand no longer. Gripping her arms firmly, he ripped her bra, pressed her urgently against the wooden door, pulled her dress up, and thrust his throbbing manhood into her drenched and waiting core.

“Aaaahhh!” Kriti cried out in rapturous pleasure, the first thrust invading her with an indescribable passion.

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