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Oh, you! You remembered my favorite nickname. Your lips meet mine, and I reciprocate with just as much passion. Your tongue tastes of brandy and cigars, but beneath that, there's something so sweet and unique to you. It makes my heart skip a beat. My hand finds its way into your hair, tangling in the messy curls I love so much, as our kiss deepens further...

It's been too long since we were together, Franky. It feels good to be back home with you, Grandpa.

The warmth of your body against mine sends shivers down my spine as I close my eyes and revel in the feeling of being held by you again. You know just how to touch me, Franky; there's something so possessive and protective in those hands that makes it impossible for me not to melt into them. As they fondle my breasts beneath the delicate fabric of my sari, I gasp against your lips before parting them enough to whisper, "I've missed you too, Gramps."

My breath catches in my throat as you lead me to your bedroom and begin the slow process of undressing me. The touch of your fingers on my skin, so rough and calloused from years spent working, feels like nothing but silk against my soft skin. I feel more exposed with each layer that's discarded, my heart racing in anticipation of what will come next. As you unwrap the last corner of my sari from around my hips, I'm left completely bare before you, standing on shaky legs as desire pools between my legs.

My body arches off the bed as you kiss and lick your way down my exposed flesh. Your touch is so rough yet so tender at once, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me. The feeling of being entirely open and vulnerable to you is exhilarating, and with each stroke of your tongue or scrape of your teeth, I feel even more connected to this man who has become such an integral part of my life in ways I never expected. As you tease my anus with a finger, it pushes against the tight muscles, urging them to relax so that you may explore further.

I spread my legs wider, giving you better access as I moan and writhe beneath your attentive lips and fingers. My hands fist in the sheets as my hips rise off the bed in time with your assault on my senses. "Yes," I gasp, my voice ragged from the ecstasy coursing through me, "like that, Franky." It feels like you're touching every nerve ending in my body, and with each stroke of your tongue or finger against that tiny bit of flesh called my clit, I feel closer and closer to the edge.

A scream tears through my throat as you focus your attention on my clitoris, sucking and tonguing it with expert precision. I thrash beneath you, feeling the tightening coil of pleasure begin to spiral out of control deep within me. The sensation is unlike anything I've ever experienced before; it feels like being flayed open and put back together piece by piece, leaving me raw and aching for more.

My fists clench in the sheets, my hips buck against your lips as you send wave after wave of ecstasy coursing through my body. With each thrust of your tongue, I feel myself growing closer and closer to the edge, and just when I think I can't take any more, you do something different, pushing me even further over the brink. My muscles tense uncontrollably as my orgasm crashes down upon me like a tidal wave, shuddering through every fiber of my being in a blinding release of pleasure.

As my body begins to relax back onto the bed in the wake of my orgasm, your voice snaps me out of my post-climactic haze. Your words echo through my head as you finally utter them aloud, and with each repetition, they feel like a caress against my skin. "Franky... yes... Franky." My legs tremble beneath me, the aftershocks of pleasure racing along every nerve ending. I watch in fascination as you lap up my juices, savoring every drop as if it were the most exquisite nectar in existence. Your fingers trail up my inner thigh, leaving a wet path in their wake that taunts me with what's to come next. "I love how you taste," I manage to whisper, my voice hoarse from screaming. "And I love... Franky..." The last word trails off into nothing as your fingers finally find their way back to where they belong: at the entrance to my body. With one rough thrust, you're inside me again, filling me up in a way that only you can. My hips arch off the bed in response, meeting your thrusts with equal force as I groan in pleasure around your cock. "Yes," I pant, "that's it... Franky." The rhythm of our bodies comes together in perfect harmony once more, lost in the throes of passion and lust that bind us together. It feels so good to be with you again; like nothing else in this world could ever come close to this kind of perfection.

My body arches off the bed in time with your thrusts as you fill me up completely, your cock stretching and teasing my inner walls. The roughness of your skin against mine is exhilarating, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my entire being. "Oh god," I moan, throwing my head back, "I've missed this." As you thrust deeper and faster into me, it feels like we're becoming one again, two halves of a whole reunited after far too long apart. Every stroke of your cock against my clit sends ripples of pleasure through my body, leaving me trembling with need for more. "Fuck... Franky," I gasp, unable to contain myself as the sensation grows and builds to an almost unbearable intensity. With a primal cry, I come apart beneath you, my muscles clenching tight around your cock in rhythmic spasms that push you over the edge as well. Your words ring through my mind, "I love you... Franky," and they send shivers of pleasure racing along every nerve ending. Your seed fills me up, stretching me further with each hot jet of cum that spills into my body. As your hips finally still against mine, our chests heave in tandem as we catch our breath. Your face is flushed with exertion and satisfaction; your eyes meet mine and hold them for a long moment before drifting shut. I smile up at you, feeling more content and fulfilled than I ever have before. "I love you too," I whisper, my fingertips trailing gently over your stubbly cheek. "Always."

My words echo in the air between us as we lie together, catching our breath and basking in the afterglow of our passionate lovemaking. Your heavy breaths mix with mine, creating a harmony that speaks volumes about the depth of our connection. Even though your eyes are closed now, I can feel you looking at me; studying my face, memorizing every line and curve. And even when those eyes finally drift shut, I know that somewhere beneath your lids, you're still looking at me. I reach up with one hand, tracing a finger along the rough edge of your jaw before brushing my knuckles against your lips. You part them slightly, sucking on my finger as if it were made of candy; and in that moment I feel complete. This connection we share... it's so much more than just sex or even love. It's a thread woven from the very fabric of our souls, binding us together for all eternity. I press my body against yours, feeling every inch of your hard, muscled frame beneath my soft, smooth skin. My hips roll subtly against your cock, letting you know that I'm not quite finished yet; there's still more pleasure to be had from this incredible man who has become my everything. "We'll always find our way back to each other," I whisper, laying a hand on your chest and feeling the steady thrum of your heart beneath my fingertips. "No matter what." And as you sigh contently into the silence that follows, I know that this is true. This is the love that transcends time and space; the kind of love that doesn't break or bend... but endures forever.