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Bride Went Filthy Fast Once We Locked That Suite Door

Bride Went Filthy Fast Once We Locked That Suite Door

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After all the pheras noise and relatives shoving laddoos the whole fucking day my desi wedding night sex story finally got going once the driver dumped us at the hotel and the last uncle stopped calling. I am Vikram and I married Ananya that afternoon in Jaipur. She looked all proper in the red lehenga with heavy jewellery but I saw the way she kept glancing at my crotch during the rituals so I knew she was not as shy as her mother made her out to be. Room was on the seventh floor fancy suite with big bed and heavy curtains. I bolted the door and she stood there biting her lip.

I told her come here and she walked over slow like she was still acting for cameras. I pulled the dupatta off first then started working on all those hooks at the back of the blouse. Her skin felt hot. She said hurry yaar everybody will think something and I laughed and said let them think what they want I waited months for this chut. Once the blouse came loose her heavy dusky boobs spilled out and the dark nipples were already hard. I squeezed both and she moaned soft. No more fake shy stuff after that.

Lehenga hit the floor fast

I tugged the lehenga down her hips and the petticoat followed. Underneath she wore a tiny red panty already damp in the middle. I pushed my hand inside and felt how wet the chut was. Thick juice coated my fingers. She grabbed my kurta and almost tore it pulling it over my head. My pajama was next and my lund jumped out already stiff and leaking. She stared at the size and whispered saala it is thicker than I thought. I made her hold it and she wrapped both hands around the shaft stroking slow at first then faster like she could not wait.

I pushed her back on the bed and yanked that panty off. Her clean shaved pussy lips were swollen and shiny. I shoved two fingers straight in and she arched up saying aur andar dalo. I fingered hard for a minute listening to the wet squelch then pulled them out coated and made her suck them clean. She licked every drop like a hungry item. Then I climbed over and rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit collecting all that cream. She kept saying mat tadpao just put it in. So I slammed the whole length inside her tight hole in one go.

Her mouth opened wide but no sound came for two seconds then she yelled randi banadogi kya. I started pounding fast right away. No slow romantic shit. Bed frame banged the wall and her heavy boobs bounced like crazy. I grabbed both and squeezed hard while thrusting. She locked her legs around my waist and pulled me deeper. Her chut gripped like a fist every time I pulled back. I spat on her nipples and rubbed it in. She loved dirty stuff. Told me call me randi aur zor se chodo. So I did. I called her my shaadi wali randi and fucked harder.

After ten minutes of that missionary pounding I pulled out dripping and flipped her onto all fours. That round gaand looked perfect. I spanked both cheeks till they turned red then pushed back into her dripping chut from behind. Deeper like this. I held her hips and railed her so hard the headboard kept slamming. She pushed back meeting every thrust. Her jewellery jingled and the mangalsutra swung under her. I reached around and rubbed her clit while fucking and she started shaking. She came loud crying out Vikram main aa rahi hoon and her juices ran down my balls.

She swallowed me then demanded more

I was close but I wanted her mouth first. I pulled out spun her around and stuffed the sticky cock between her lips. She gagged a bit at first then opened wider and took most of it. I held her head and face fucked her slow then faster. Spit ran down her chin onto those big boobs. She looked up at me with watery eyes but kept sucking like her life depended on it. When I felt the load rising I warned her and she stayed locked on. I shot thick ropes straight down her throat. She swallowed three gulps then pulled off and licked the leftover from the tip smiling like she won something.

We barely rested. She got on top next. Her thick thighs straddled me and she lowered that wet hole onto my still hard lund. Once fully seated she started riding bouncing hard so her boobs slapped against her own chest. I lay there and watched the show grabbing her waist to slam her down every time. She rubbed her own clit while bouncing and came again soon after. Her insides fluttered around me. I kept thrusting up into her and made her keep going even when she got sensitive. After that round I wanted her ass.

I told her turn over and put pillow under her stomach. She got nervous for a second saying pehli baar hai gaand mein but I fingered her back hole with spit first then more spit on my cock. I pressed the head against that tight ring and pushed slow. She hissed and clenched the sheets but told me mat ruko. Inch by inch I buried it till my balls touched her wet cunt. Then I started moving. Short strokes first then longer ones. Her gaand was insane hot and gripping. I reached under and played with her soaked pussy at the same time. She started pushing back again begging me to fill it. I hammered that ass till sweat ran down my back and she screamed into the pillow coming a third time from the stretch alone.

I pulled out of her ass and shoved back into her chut after that so I could finish there. Doggy again. I slapped her ass red and pulled her hair while pounding that married pussy. She kept saying doodh nikal do andar. I ran a few more minutes then locked deep and flooded her with another heavy load. Felt it overflowing around my cock when I stayed buried. We collapsed side by side breathing hard. Room smelled of sex and sweat and her perfume mixed together.

Round after round till dawn broke

Around three or four in the morning she woke me by sucking my cock back to life. Dirty girl could not get enough. This time I made her bend over the edge of the bed and fucked her standing. Deep long strokes. Her boobs hung and swung heavily. I pinched the nipples hard and she moaned louder. Later she sat on my face and I ate that creampie pussy clean. She ground down hard smothering me with those wet lips while she stroked my cock. Then she reverse cowgirled so I could watch my shaft disappear into her stretched hole from behind. Watching that wedding night chut swallow me again after already taking so much cum made me rock hard for the next load.

I bent her over the tiny table near the window after that. Curtains still open a bit but who cares at that hour. I drilled her from behind again holding her waist. She braced both hands and cursed pure Hindi filth telling me kitna bada lund hai aur zor laga. I did. Balls slapped her clit every thrust and juice sprayed. When I got close I yanked out and painted her lower back and gaand with thick white stripes. She rubbed it into her skin like lotion laughing.

We showered together around five dirty water washing dried cum off but even under the spray she dropped to her knees and took me in her mouth again just to clean the last drops. Back on the bed I spooned her and slid in from behind slow this time while pinching her nipples. Lazy morning fuck after the thunderstorm earlier. Still her chut stayed swollen and greedy pulling me deep. She whispered is shaadi ki pehli raat yunhi guzarne do and pushed her ass back harder. I lasted longer this round almost twenty minutes of slow deep fucking till she shook through another orgasm and I dumped the fourth load deep again.

Sunlight started seeping in. Both of us wrecked sticky and smiling. Her mangalsutra still on tangled in her messy hair. I looked at the red marks on her hips and neck and felt proud. My new wife turned out pure slut for me behind closed doors. That whole night we barely slept more than an hour total. Every time one of us moved the other climbed back on. No romance speeches no soft kisses lasting forever. Just raw cock and chut reliving hunger. She even laughed when I called herповрежд my personal randi bride and confided that she had touched herself for weeks imagining this exact scene.

By checkpoint time for breakfast with family downstairs she could walk only with a little limp and I felt drained yet smug. We cleaned up put fresh clothes on and she dotted my neck scarves carefully so marks would stay hidden. Before opening the door she grabbed my half hard cock through the pajama one more time and said raat ko wapas aise hi chahiye. I grinned and promised even filthier next sessions. That first night set the pace. Every native touch eye contact or private insult from then on carried the memory of how hard she took it with her wedding jewellery still dangling. No turning back after tasting each other that savage way. My balls still ache remembering how many times I unpacked inside her and how greedily she asked for every drop.

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