This hinglish ex girlfriend sex story began on a dull Thursday after I got back to my Chandigarh flat from office. Beer in hand, scrolling nonsense on phone, when the doorbell went like someone was kicking it. I yanked it open ready to shout and froze. Nisha stood there, my ex from college, looking like fucking trouble in a tight black top that barely held her heavy boobs and jeans glued to her thick thighs. Hair loose, lips shiny, eyes already hungry.
Arjun she said low and straight I could not stay away anymore. No sorry for vanishing, no small talk. She stepped in, kicked the door shut herself and pushed me against the wall. Her mouth crashed on mine hard, tongue shoving in like she owned the place again. My lund jumped to full strength in seconds pressing against her belly. She grabbed it through the pants and squeezed.
You still keep this monster ready for me she muttered while stroking. I ripped that top up over her head. No bra. Those dark nipples already stiff. I bent and sucked one deep, teeth grazing, while my hand slid under her jeans into the heat. Chut was dripping already, fingers coming out wet and sticky. She moaned loud and pushed her hips forward.
Clothes Hit The Floor Fast
I dragged her to the sofa and yanked the jeans down along with the tiny panty. Smooth chut, puffy lips shiny with juice. She dropped to her knees right there on the cold tiles, pulled my pant and underwear down in one go and stared at the thick lund bouncing out. Still the same she whispered then licked from base to tip slow and filthy. Both hands wrapped around the shaft and she started pumping while sucking just the head, spit running down.
I grabbed her hair and forced more in. She gagged but took it deeper, eyes watering, throat opening up like old times. The wet sounds filled the flat. I fucked her mouth short and rough for a few minutes tasting my pre-cum mix with her spit then pulled out before I finished early. Stood her up, spun her around and bent her over the sofa arm. Ass up high, that round gaand looking better after two years, soft and juicy.
I slapped both cheeks hard leaving red marks then rubbed the lund up and down her slit collecting all that cream. Without any warning I rammed halfway in. She screamed ahh saale dheere but her chut swallowed me greed like it was starving. Tight still, walls gripping so strong I almost lost it. I held her hips and started pistonting full length, balls slapping her clit every thrust. The sofa creaked loud, her boobs swinging under her, big dark nipples brushing the cushion.
Harder Arjun she gasped between moans fuck your ex like a proper randi. So I did. Long deep strokes turning into animal pounding. Sweat already dripping from my chest onto her back. I reached under and rubbed her swollen clit in circles while slamming. Her legs started shaking and she came first, chut squeezing and squirting a little down my thighs. I did not stop. Kept railing her through the orgasm till she was babbling half Hindi half nonsense.
Bedroom Takes The Second Round
I pulled out, lund shiny with her juice, and dragged her by the hair to the bedroom. Threw her on the mattress. She crawled up and spread her legs wide holding her own knees. Look how wet you made this chut she said fingering herself open, showing the pink inside winking. I climbed on, lined up and drove straight to the end in one go. Her mouth opened in a silent scream then loud as I started hammering missionary hard enough the headboard banged the wall.
Those big boobs bounced wild. I sucked bruises onto them while grinding deep circles inside her. She wrapped legs around my waist locking me in and clawed my back. Do not pull out tonight she ordered cum inside like before when we were crazy. I flipped her to cowgirl without slipping out. She rode like she was possessed, lifting almost off then slamming down taking every thick inch, her own hands mauling her tits.
I thrust up matching her rhythm slapping that gaand each time she landed. Her juices soaked my stomach. She came again shaking and collapsing forward so I held her waist and fucked up into her from below nonstop. When she calmed a bit I pushed her off, turned her on all fours and spat on her tight brown hole. Finger first, working it open slow then two fingers while my thumb rubbed her clit again.
She pushed back onto the fingers moaning gaand bhi le le aaj. I pressed the swollen head of my lund against that tight ring and pushed steady. Soft pop as the head went in then slow inching till my balls rested on her chut. She breathed ragged but said move now. I fucked her gaand with shorter strokes at first letting her adjust then longer and harder until I was reaming her proper. Hand cracked across her ass cheeks keeping them red while I owned that hole.
The grip was insane. I reached around and stuffed three fingers in her creaming chut at the same time so she was full both places. She wailed into the pillow and squirted hard across the sheet. That finished me. I buried deep in her gaand and pumped thick ropes of cum straight into her guts. Pulled out slow watching it leak white out of the stretched hole and drip down over her still twitching chut.
Midnight Break And More Filth
We collapsed sweaty and breathing heavy. I grabbed water bottles from the side and we drank like animals. She giggled weak then licked the leftover cum off my half-hard lund cleaning every drop. Within minutes she was sucking again getting me rock solid for round three. This time I sat on the edge of the bed and she straddled reverse so I could watch that gaand swallow me while she bounced. I spread her cheeks and spit right on the hole watching it bubble around my shaft.
She reached down rubbing her own clit fast and came loud again spraying my legs. I stood us both up, bent her over the window sill half open to the night air and took her chut from behind again. Cool breeze on our hot skin. Neighbours could have seen if they looked but neither of us gave a fuck. I pounded till her thighs trembled then spun her, lifted one leg high and drilled upward holding her steady against the wall.
More cum built fast. I dropped her to her knees and she opened mouth tongue out. I stroked hard over her face and painted her cheeks, lips, tongue and those heavy tits with white ropes. She rubbed it in like cream laughing then scooped some and pushed it into her chut with two fingers. Taste your own cum mixed with me she said offering those fingers. I sucked them clean.
We showered together after but even under water it started again. I pinned her to the tiles, lifted her by the thighs and fucked standing till the hot water ran out and we were shaking from cold and orgasm both. Carried her back dripping to bed. She curled against me still leaking from both holes.
Morning light came and she was still there, legs open in sleep, dried cum streaks on her stomach and inner thighs. I woke hard again, slid into her sleepy wet chut slow from behind spoon style and rocked us both awake with long deep strokes. She pushed back half dreaming moaning yes just like that till we both finished quiet and sticky once more.
She left around noon after one last sloppy blowjob that made me cum down her throat. No promises, no love talk, just a smirk at the door and the words next time bring oil for my gaand properly. Flat smelled of sex for two days. Every time I sit on that sofa or look at the bed I feel her gripping me again. Ex turns into pure raw need and nothing else matters till both are empty and sore.
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