Rajveer chuckled darkly, his eyes never leaving hers. "I think it's time he had a taste of the sweetness you're enjoying." He leaned forward, his cock slipping from her body with an obscene wet sound. Meera stepped back, her legs shaky from the intense pleasure. She reached for the velvet ties, her fingers trembling slightly with excitement.

Randheer watched, his eyes never leaving his brother's face as Meera approached him. He could feel the heat of his own orgasm building, the anticipation a delicious torment. She leaned in, her breath warm against his cheek as she whispered, "You've been so patient, my love." With a deft twist, she loosened the ties around his ankles, allowing him to spread his legs wider.

Rajveer stepped aside, his cock glistening with Meera's juices. He watched with hungry eyes as she moved behind the chair, her hand caressing the small of his back before untying his wrists. The velvet slid away, and Randheer's arms were free, his cock bobbing in the air, eager for action. He didn't waste a moment, his hands immediately reaching for Meera's waist as he pulled her onto his lap.

Her wetness coated his cock, and with a groan, he pushed inside her. The feeling of her warm, tight pussy around him was heavenly, a stark contrast to the cool chair beneath him. Meera moaned, throwing her head back as she felt him fill her completely. "Oh, god," she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as he began to thrust upward, his movements powerful and precise.

Rajveer moved closer, his cock still hard and gleaming with Meera's essence. He reached out to touch her, his hand cupping her breasts as he watched his brother claim her. His thumbs flicked at her nipples, sending shivers down her spine. "You're both so beautiful together," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Randheer's eyes never left Meera's as he began to move, his cock sliding in and out of her in a rhythm that had her gasping for breath. He could feel the heat of their passion building again, a pressure cooker threatening to blow its lid at any moment. He reached up to tug at her hair, pulling her head back to expose her throat. He bit down, marking her with his teeth as he claimed her once more.

Meera's moans grew louder, her body responding to the dual sensations of Randheer's cock inside her and Rajveer's hands on her breasts. She reached behind her to grip the chair's armrests, her knuckles turning white with the effort to stay upright as the pleasure washed over her in waves.

Rajveer's eyes never left the erotic sight of his brother's cock disappearing into Meera's body. He stepped closer, his own need demanding attention. He leaned in, his mouth capturing hers in a kiss that was both possessive and tender. Their tongues danced together, tasting the remnants of their shared passion.

With a wicked smile, Meera reached behind her to cup the back of Randheer's head, pulling him closer as she rode him. His teeth grazed her neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She could feel another orgasm building, a delicious pressure that had her panting for more. "Harder," she begged, her voice a desperate plea.

Randheer obliged, his hips slamming into her with an urgency that had the chair squeaking in protest. He was lost in the sensation of her, her tightness, her heat, the way she clamped down on him with each thrust. It was a symphony of passion that played out between them, a dance of love and desire that had no end in sight.

Meera's breath hitched as she felt her climax building again. She threw her head back, her hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of silk. "Yes," she moaned, her voice a symphony of pleasure. "Just like that, my love."

Randheer's hands moved to grip her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pulled her down onto him. The friction was exquisite, and she could feel the beginnings of his own release. His eyes burned into hers, a silent promise that this would not be the end.

Meera leaned back, her breasts bouncing with every thrust. Her hand reached back to clasp Randheer's, their fingers entwined as they moved together in a silent declaration of love and need. The room was thick with the scent of sex, the air heavy with the sounds of their passion.

"Take me to bed, love," she gasped, her voice a desperate plea. The chair was no longer enough, the need for more intimate contact overwhelming. She wanted to feel the softness of the sheets against her skin, to be surrounded by their combined heat.

Randheer didn't need to be told twice. He stood, lifting Meera with him, their bodies still joined. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms tight around his neck as he carried her to the large, four-poster bed that dominated the room. He laid her down gently, the fabric cool against her fevered skin. He followed her, his cock sliding back inside her, never once breaking their connection.

They moved together now, a harmony of bodies and hearts. Meera's legs locked around his hips, her heels digging into his ass as she urged him deeper. Randheer's eyes were on hers, watching every flicker of pleasure that danced across her features. He knew her so well, knew just how to make her scream, knew just how to make her come undone.

The bed creaked beneath them, a testament to their passion. Meera's hips rolled to meet his, a silent invitation for more. Randheer leaned down, his mouth finding hers again in a kiss that was both fiery and gentle. His tongue danced with hers, a sweet aggression that mirrored their love making.

"I am done," she murmured, her voice a soft sigh that sent a shiver through him. But her body spoke a different language, arching up to meet his every thrust, her pussy clenching around his cock in a delicious embrace.

Meera's eyes fluttered open to meet his, her cheeks flushed, and her lips swollen from his kisses. The words hung in the air, a declaration of surrender to the passion that had consumed her. Yet, even as she said them, she could feel her body responding to his touch, her clit swollen and begging for more.

Randheer chuckled, his eyes filled with mischief as he pulled out of her, leaving her feeling empty and needy. He leaned down to whisper in her ear, his breath tickling the sensitive skin. "We're far from done, my love," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine.

Meera looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of surprise and desire. He slid down her body, his mouth kissing a path along her stomach, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. When he reached her pussy, he paused, his tongue flicking out to taste her. She gasped, her body jerking in response to the sensation.

Randheer took his time, savoring her sweetness, exploring every inch of her with his mouth. He could feel her hips rising to meet him, her hands tangling in his hair as she encouraged his ministrations. Meera's legs spread wider, giving him full access to her most sensitive areas. The sound of her moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that had his cock aching for more.

With a wicked grin, he pushed her thighs apart further, his tongue delving into her wetness. He licked and sucked, teasing her clit in a way that had her bucking against his mouth. Her nails scraped along his back, leaving trails of heat that only added to his desire. He reveled in her reactions, her taste, her scent. It was an intoxicating mix that had his cock pulsing with need.

Her body tensed, her breaths coming in shallow gasps as he brought her closer to the edge. The anticipation was unbearable, her toes curling as she felt the orgasm building deep within her. "Randheer," she moaned, his name a desperate mantra that echoed through the room.

His tongue swirled around her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to send her over the precipice. Meera's body convulsed, her muscles tightening as the climax crashed over her, wave after wave of pleasure washing through her like a storm. She cried out, her nails digging into the sheets, as her pussy spasmed around his tongue.

Randheer didn't stop, even as her orgasm subsided. He knew her body well, knew she could handle more. He pushed two fingers into her, pumping them in and out in a steady rhythm that had her moaning anew. His mouth moved to her inner thighs, kissing and nibbling the sensitive flesh.

Her legs quivered around his head, and he felt her body begin to tighten again. He groaned against her, his cock pulsing with the need to be inside her once more. He slid his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth to taste her sweetness. He watched her face, the way she watched him, her eyes hooded with lust, and knew she wanted more.

Crawling up her body, he positioned himself between her thighs. Meera reached down to guide him back inside, her hand trembling with need. Randheer pushed into her slowly, savoring the feel of her tightness gripping him once again. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she bit her bottom lip to stifle a moan.

With a low growl, he began to move, his hips rolling in a steady, deep rhythm that had her hips rising to meet his. Meera's legs wrapped around him, her heels digging into his back as she pulled him closer. The friction was exquisite, a sweet agony that had her panting and begging for more.

Her hand found its way to his cock, her grip firm as she matched his tempo, her strokes a silent demand for him to go faster, harder. He complied, his movements becoming more urgent, more primal as their bodies slammed together in a symphony of passion. The headboard thudded against the wall, a rhythmic beat that echoed their love.

The room grew hotter, their breaths mingling in ragged gasps. Meera's breasts bounced with each thrust, the sight driving him wild. He leaned down to capture one in his mouth, his teeth grazing her sensitive peak. She cried out, her pussy clenching around him, the sensation almost too much to bear.

Her hands roamed his body, her nails scoring his back as she pulled him closer, urging him to give her all of him. Randheer's muscles tightened, the tension coiling in his belly as his own climax approached. He could feel the heat of her around him, the way she clamped down on him, urging him to let go.

With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself inside her, his cock pulsing as he came. Meera's walls contracted around him, milking him for every drop as she followed him over the edge. They clung to each other, their bodies shaking with the intensity of their shared release.