Maya and Niju Hot Chat 🥵😘🫣

Maya and Niju Hot Chat 🥵😘🫣

Niju:
You looked dangerous today.
That dress? That little smirk?
You knew exactly what you were doing, didn’t you?

Maya:
Guilty.
But what’s the point of looking that good…
if it doesn’t drive you crazy?

Niju:
Oh, baby… you don’t just drive me crazy.
You own every filthy thought I’ve had today.
I couldn’t stop imagining that dress on my floor.

Maya:
Mmm… maybe next time, I’ll wear nothing under it.
Make it easier for you.
Or harder… depending on how much you like the wait 😈

Niju:
Oh, I love the wait.
Watching you play innocent when your eyes are anything but.
You tease like a queen, Maya.
But remember—I always finish what you start.

Maya:
And what if I start with my legs wrapped around your waist?
My lips at your ear, telling you exactly how wet I am for you?

Niju:
Then I’ll press you against the wall,
let your moans echo in my mouth
while my hands slide under your thighs and lift you up…
Right there. No patience. Just raw heat.

Maya:
God, Niju…
You say that, and I can already feel the wall behind my back,
your body pressing into mine…
your breath on my skin, teasing every inch of me.

Niju:
I want to make you beg.
Not just with words—but with that gorgeous body of yours.
Arching, trembling… needing every inch of me inside you.

Maya:
Then make me.
Strip me slowly.
Look into my eyes as your fingers explore—slow, deep, knowing.

Niju:
I’ll take my time.
Trace your spine with my lips, slide down your stomach,
and kiss between your thighs like I’m learning a language written only for me.

Maya:
I’ll pull your hair.
Whisper how close I am…
And when I fall apart in your arms, I’ll say your name like it’s the only thing I remember.

Niju:
Then I’ll flip you over, slide in deep,
and make you say it again.
And again.
Until your nails leave marks and your body begs for more.

Maya:
You’ll ruin me tonight, won’t you?

Niju:
Not ruin.
Worship.
Break you open just to kiss every piece back together.

Maya:
Then come find me, Niju.
The night’s young… and I’m already dripping in anticipation.

Niju closes the door behind him, eyes locked on Maya as she stands near the window, city lights flickering against her skin.
She’s already taken her heels off… but the dress is still on.

Niju (low, husky):
Turn around.
Slowly.

She does. Her lips curled into a knowing smirk. No words—just heat in her eyes. He walks toward her, slow like a predator, and when he reaches her, he presses his hand against the glass behind her—trapping her body with his.

Niju:
I’ve thought about this moment all night.
How I’d press you right here…
let the world watch your silhouette while I make you mine.

Maya:
Then what are you waiting for?

He leans in, lips brushing her ear.

Niju (whisper):
Beg me.

Her breath catches. That whisper undoes something inside her. But she won’t give in so easily.

Maya (teasing):
You first.

He grabs her chin gently, forcing her to look up.

Niju:
You wanna play games?
Fine.
But when I finally touch you…
I won’t stop. Even when your legs shake.

His mouth crashes onto hers—deep, hungry, full of all the tension they’ve held back for too long.
He presses her against the cold glass, hands sliding up her thighs, lifting her slightly until her legs wrap around him.

Niju (grinding into her):
Feel that?
That’s what you do to me, baby.
Soaked through, and I haven’t even gotten you naked yet.

Maya (moaning into his mouth):
Then do it.
Undress me like you mean it.

He lowers her down, steps back to admire her. Then—slowly, deliberately—he tugs at the zipper on her back.
The dress slides off her shoulders like silk.
No bra. No panties. Just perfect, bare skin.

Niju (growling softly):
Fuck…
You really came ready to be ruined, didn’t you?

Maya (biting her lip):
I came ready for you.

He guides her to the bed, pushing her down gently.
Then he kneels at the edge—lips brushing against her inner thighs, kissing his way closer… and closer…
until he’s right where she needs him most.

Niju (muffled, teasing):
Let me taste how much you want me.

He runs his tongue along her heat—slow, precise, then deeper.
She arches, fingers gripping the sheets, hips rolling against his face as he devours her like he’s starved.

Maya (panting):
Niju… don’t stop… please…

He grips her thighs tighter.

Niju:
There’s that beg I wanted.
Now I’m never stopping.

Her orgasm hits hard—loud, shaking, legs trembling. But before she can recover, he slides up her body, kisses her deep, and whispers:

Niju:
I’m not done with you.
I need to feel you wrapped around me.

He enters her slowly—inch by inch—until he’s buried fully inside her.
They both gasp. The stretch. The heat. The connection.

Maya:
God, you feel so good…

Niju:
You were made for me, Maya.
Every moan, every grip of your body around mine—
It’s all mine tonight.

He thrusts deep and slow, then faster as her nails dig into his back. Their bodies move in rhythm—sweat-slick, breathless, lost in each other.
Moans fill the room, the headboard tapping softly against the wall.
It’s not just sex—it’s possession. Worship. Craving fulfilled and fed at the same time.

She comes again—loud, broken, gasping his name like a prayer.
He follows right after, groaning her name into her neck, holding her tight as they both collapse into the sheets.

Later…

Niju (tracing circles on her bare back):
Still think teasing me was a good idea?

Maya (smirking, breathless):
Best decision I ever made.

Niju:
Good.
Because next time, I’m tying you up.
And you won’t be able to tease.