Claiming Tumli

The air was thick with desire, the kind that made skin prickle and breaths come in ragged gasps. Beena, my little Tumli, knelt before me, her full breasts heaving, her dusky nipples stiff with need. Her dark eyes burned with a mix of love and lust—only for me. Always for me.

Her husband Amarendra sat in the corner, his cock straining painfully against his trousers, his jaw clenched. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he watched, his fingers digging into the arms of the chair.

"Look at him, baby," I murmured, running my fingers through Tumli’s silky hair before fisting it tight, forcing her to meet her husband’s gaze. "He’s shaking just watching you with me. Does it turn you on? Knowing how badly he wants to touch you… but can’t?

Beena’s lips curled into a wicked smile, her tongue darting out to wet them. "Mmm, yes, Daddy. He tries so hard to please me… but he knows he’ll never be you."

Her husband let out a strangled groan, his hips jerking involuntarily.

I chuckled darkly, dragging my thumb over Tumli’s plump bottom lip. "Tell him why."

She didn’t hesitate. "Because I love you," she breathed, her voice dripping with devotion. "I’ve always loved you. Your cock, your hands, your voice—everything about you owns me. He’s just… a placeholder."

Her husband Amarendra flinched, his cock twitching in his pants. "Tumli… please…"

"Please what?" she taunted, crawling toward him on her hands and knees, her round ass swaying hypnotically. "Please let you touch me? Please let you fuck me? You can’t even get me wet the way he does with just one look."

She reached for his belt, undoing it with deliberate slowness before yanking his pants down. His cock sprang free—hard, leaking, but undeniably smaller than mine. She wrapped her fingers around him, stroking roughly, making him gasp.

"See, Daddy?" she cooed, glancing back at me over her shoulder. "He’s already dripping just from watching you. Pathetic."

I stepped forward, my heavy cock slapping against my stomach as I palmed it, watching her torment him. "Make him taste you, pet. Let him see how soaked you are for me."

Beena smirked, spreading her thighs wide, her glistening pussy lips swollen with arousal. She dragged two fingers through her slickness, then shoved them into her husband’s mouth. "Suck. That’s all you’ll get tonight."

Amarendra moaned around her fingers, his tongue lapping desperately at her juices, his cock throbbing.

I gripped Tumli’s hips, pulling her back toward me. "Enough teasing. Time to remind him who you belong to."

She whimpered as I dragged the thick head of my cock through her dripping folds, coating myself in her arousal. "Fuck… yes, Daddy… please…"

I slammed my hard cock into her wet pussy in one brutal thrust, burying myself to the hilt. Beena screamed, her back arching, her nails scraping the floor. "Oh GOD! Daddy—yes! So deep!"

Her husband’s breath came in ragged pants, his hand flying to his cock, stroking frantically.

"Look at him," I growled, fucking into her with slow, punishing strokes. He’s jerking off like a desperate little boy. Does it make you wet, baby? Knowing he’s getting off just watching me claim what’s mine?"

"YES!" she sobbed, her body rocking with each thrust. "I love it! I love you! Fuck—Daddy, your cock is so perfect! Ruin me!"

I pistoned into her harder, the sound of our skin slapping echoing through the room. Tumli’s moans grew louder, more broken, her body trembling.

"Tell him, "I demanded, gripping her hair. "Tell him who you love."

YOU!" she screamed, her voice cracking. "Only you, Daddy! I’ve always loved you! He’s nothing—just a warm body when you’re not here!"

Her husband, Amarendra let out a broken whimper, his strokes becoming erratic.

"Come for me, baby," I commanded, slamming into her with relentless force. "Let him see how good I make you feel."

Tumli’s entire body convulsed as she shattered, her pussy clamping down on me like a vice. "DADDY! Oh fuck—I’m cumming! I’m cumming on your cock!"

The sight of her unraveling pushed me over the edge. With a final, deep thrust, I emptied myself inside her, filling her until my cum dripped down her thighs.

Beena collapsed onto the bed, panting, her body glistening with sweat. I pulled out slowly, watching my seed leak from her well-used pussy.

"Clean me up," I ordered, tapping my cock against her lips.

She obeyed instantly, her tongue swirling around my shaft, licking away every drop of our mixed arousal. Amarendra watched, his cock still hard, his eyes dark with need.

I smirked. "Now it’s your turn. Clean up what’s left of her."

He didn’t hesitate. Crawling forward, he buried his face between Tumli’s spread legs, lapping at my cum as it spilled from her. She moaned, tangling her fingers in his hair.

"Mmm… that’s it," she purred. "Taste him. Taste what a real man feels like inside me."

When he finally pulled back, his lips glistening, Tumli reached for his cock. You can fuck me now," she whispered. "But don’t forget—I’ll always be his."

As her husband slid inside her, his movements frantic and desperate, Tumli locked eyes with me.

"I love you, Daddy," she breathed, her voice soft but fierce.

I leaned down, capturing her lips in a possessive kiss. "I know, baby. And you always will.

Her husband Amarendra fucked her harder, as if trying to prove something, but Tumli’s moans were for me. Her whimpers, her sighs—every sound was a love letter to the man who truly owned her.

And as she came again, her body trembling beneath his, she whispered my name—not his.

Because no matter who was inside her, her heart would always be mine