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She Knocked For Wifi Help And Took Every Inch Raw In My Flat

She Knocked For Wifi Help And Took Every Inch Raw In My Flat

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I never planned any of this mess but last month my quiet life in Chandigarh flipped hard and I still get hard thinking about it. Right at the start I have to say this hinglish apartment sex story still messes with my head every time I lie alone at night. I am Kabir, twenty eight, doing some shitty coding job from home and living alone in a two bhk after my roommate shifted out. The building is full of normal families but the flat next to mine belonged to this couple. Husband was some sales guy always flying out and she was Ishita, maybe thirty three or thirty four, fair skin, heavy chest that her kurtis never hid properly, thick thighs and a face that looked soft until she smirked.

That Saturday evening I was just scrolling reels barefoot in shorts when the doorbell went. I opened half sleepy and there she stood in a loose black nighty that barely reached mid thigh. No bra that much was clear because her dark nipples pushed against the thin cloth. She held her phone like it offended her.

She said Kabir bhaiya my wifi is completely dead again and hubs is in Chennai till Tuesday. Can you just check once I have some official mail pending. Her voice had that low husky thing already. I said haan aao na kya dikkat hai and let her in. Smell of some light perfume mixed with warm skin hit me straight. She walked past me and my eyes dropped to her plump gaand moving under the nighty. Big and round like she knew what she was showing.

Wifi Fix Turned Into Heavy Touching

I restarted her router through the shared app and stood close behind her while she leaned on my dining table waiting. Her back arched a bit and the nighty rode higher. I could see the bottom curve of her gaand almost fully. She looked over her shoulder and caught me staring. Instead of getting angry she just bit her lower lip.

She said dekh rahe ho na. Hubs has not touched me properly in weeks. Always tired or travelling. I need someone who can actually use me. My cock jumped inside the shorts right then. I moved closer and put one hand on her waist. She pushed her hips back into me slow. I said Ishita ye kya kar rahi ho and she laughed low. She said jo tum soch rahe ho wahi. Ab chup chap haath badhao.

I slid both hands under the nighty and grabbed those full soft breasts. Heavy, warm, nipples already hard like small stones. I squeezed and rolled them while grinding my stiff lund against her gaand. She moaned and spread her legs a little. My right hand went down over her soft belly and straight between her thighs. No panty. Her choot was already slippery wet, thick lips coated. I rubbed her clit in slow circles and two fingers pushed inside easy. She was burning hot inside.

She said aur andar, jaldi. I finger fucked her right there bent over the table while my other hand kept mauling her boobs. Wet sounds filled the room. She kept pushing back harder. After a few minutes she turned around, dropped to her knees on my cold tile floor and yanked my shorts down. My lund sprang out thick and dark, veins standing. She stared for a second then licked the head like she was tasting something expensive.

She muttered saala kitna bada hai and then took me deep. Her mouth was pure heat and spit. She bobbed fast, gagging a little every time the tip hit her throat, mixed with those wet choking noises. I held her hair and fucked her face slow at first then harder. Drool ran down her chin onto those swinging breasts. She cupped my balls and hummed around my shaft like she wanted the vibration to push me over. I pulled out before finishing because I needed that choot first.

She Begged For Hard Pounding On The Floor

I pulled her up, ripped that nighty off completely and pushed her down on the living room mattress I keep for guests. Fully naked she looked even better. Dark areolas wide, soft belly, thick hips and that neatly trimmed choot glistening. I spread her thighs wide and buried my face there. Licked her from gaand hole up to clit in long strokes. She tasted salty sweet and kept grinding on my tongue. Two fingers back inside curling while I sucked her swollen nub. She came quick, thighs shaking around my head, crying out mujhe mat chhodo in a broken voice.

I did not give her time to recover. Climbed over, rubbed my cock head up and down her wet slit then pushed in one long stroke till my balls slapped her. Tight hot grip all around me. She gasped and dug nails into my arms. I started thrusting deep and steady, bottoming out each time. The sound of skin hitting skin was loud in the quiet flat. She wrapped legs around me and met every stroke.

She said aur tezz Kabir, tod do is choot ko. I flipped her onto all fours and grabbed her hips. That big gaand jiggled every time I slammed forward. I spat on her pink hole and rubbed it while railing her choot from behind. She pushed back greedily. I reached under and played with her hanging breasts, pinching nipples hard. Sweat dropped from my chest onto her back. The whole room smelled of sex and her perfume gone sharp.

After a long stretch I pulled out and told her to sit on me. She climbed on reverse cowgirl so I could watch that gaand bounce. She sank down and started riding hard, hands on my knees for balance. I slapped both cheeks red and watched my shiny lund disappear inside her again and again. She reached back and spread herself wider for me. I felt her walls flutter when the second orgasm hit. Her juices ran down my balls onto the sheet.

I was close but wanted more. Made her get on her back again, put her ankles on my shoulders and folded her almost double. Pounded straight down so deep she kept making those choked ah ah sounds. Her eyes rolled a bit. I spit in her mouth and she swallowed it like a good girl then asked for more. Filthy talk kept spilling out of both of us mixed Hindi English, the kind you only say when your brain is gone to pure lust.

Round Two On The Balcony And Final Load

We moved to the small balcony once because she suddenly wanted night air on her skin. City lights below, curtains half drawn. I sat on the plastic chair and she straddled me facing out so anyone on the opposite tower might catch a shape if they looked hard. She rode slow and deep this time, grinding her clit against my base. I sucked her nipples one after another while she whispered how empty her marriage bed felt and how she needed this thick lund regularly. My hands stayed locked on her waist guiding the rhythm.

Back inside I bent her over the sofa armrest for the last stretch. One foot on the floor one knee up. Perfect angle to destroy her. I went harder than before, balls tightening. She reached under and rubbed her own clit fast. When she came the third time her whole body locked and that choot milked me so strong I could not hold. I buried deep and pumped thick ropes straight into her. Pulse after pulse until it leaked out around my shaft and down her thigh.

We stayed stuck like that panting. Then she slowly straightened, turned and pushed me to sit. Cleaned my half hard cock with her tongue, tasting both of us, and said next time tumhari gaand bhi lunga if you can handle. I laughed exhausted and smacked her sweaty ass once more.

She stayed almost till sunrise. We drank some water, fucked once more slower against the kitchen counter where I lifted her up and she locked ankles behind me. When she finally picked up the torn nighty and left she kissed me messy and said wifi is fixed now but my choot will need more repairing every time hubs travels. After she went I stood under a cold shower still smelling her on my fingers.

Next morning there was a small scratch on my shoulder from her nails and dried white streaks on the balcony chair. I have seen her twice in the lift since then. Both times she just smirked and adjusted her dupatta slow so I could remember everything. Husband came back none the wiser. I keep waiting for the next trip message on my phone. That whole night messed up any chance of me sleeping normal again. Hardcore does not even cover half of how raw she took it and how much more she still wants.

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