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My Flatmate Meera Begged For Rough Chudai All Night

My Flatmate Meera Begged For Rough Chudai All Night

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This hinglish flatmate sex story started on a sticky Saturday in Surat when the AC kept dying every half hour. I am Rohan, twenty six, doing night shift coding gigs from a two BHK we split so rent stayed cheap. Meera was twenty four, works some marketing job, and she walks around the flat like it is her personal hostel room. Loose tops, shorts that barely cover anything, hair still wet half the time. Earlier months I tried acting blind. That night I stopped trying.

I was on the sofa scrolling random shit on the phone when she came out of the bathroom with only a thin towel. Skin still shiny, water drops on her collarbone. She looked at me and said yaar the geyser is dead again can you check once. I stood up mumbling something useless and followed her to the bathroom doorway. The towel slipped a little when she pointed at the switch. I saw the full side of one breast and my lund jumped so hard it hurt against the jeans.

Meera noticed. She did not pull the towel up. She just smirked and said dekh kya raha hai. I barked out some half apology but she stepped closer till her chest almost touched my shirt. Smell of her soap hit me and then she grabbed my hand and put it straight on her waist under the towel. Skin hot. She whispered just stop acting like some bhai and touch properly.

I lost whatever control was left. My fingers slid down her ass and she pushed back into my palm. The towel dropped full on the floor. Meera stood naked under the bathroom light, dark nipples hard, neat triangle of hair already looking wet. I cursed under my breath and cupped both her tits hard. She moaned loud and said haan aise hi pakad. I bent and sucked one nipple while pinching the other. She held my head and pushed more into my mouth.

Kitchen Counter Got Used First

We did not even make it to a bed. I lifted her and carried her the few steps to the kitchen because the bedroom fan was off and both of us were already sweating. I sat her bare ass on the cold counter. Meera spread her legs wide without any request. Her chut was shiny, lips swollen. I pushed two fingers inside and she cursed in pure relief. It was tight and hot and she started rocking on my hand right away.

I knuckled her clit with my thumb while finger fucking her deep. She grabbed my hair and said aur andar. I added a third finger and bent them and she almost came in under a minute. Wet sounds filled the quiet flat. When she started shaking I pulled the fingers out and stuck them in her mouth. She sucked them clean like she was starving.

My jeans were open by then. Lund out fully hard and heavy. Meera looked down and said bhenchod itna mota. She hopped off the counter, dropped to her knees on the kitchen mat and took the head straight in. Warm wet mouth. She did not go slow. She licked the underside then swallowed till her nose hit my stomach. I held her hair bun and fucked her mouth short hard strokes. Spit ran down her chin onto her tits. She gagged once then kept going, looking up at me with watery eyes like she wanted more abuse.

I pulled out before I shot. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and stood up. Turned around, bent over the counter and reached back to open her own cheeks. Pink hole, wet chut right under it. She said ab daal na please I waited enough. I rubbed the head up and down her slit coating it then pushed in one long stroke. Both of us groaned. That tight heat wrapped me full. I did not pause. I started pounding from the first thrust, hips smacking her ass, counter shaking, leftover dishes rattling.

Meera kept talking dirty without shame. Haan tod de, aur tez, mera lund le le saara. I reached around and rubbed her clit while slamming deep. She came hard, legs shaking, walls squeezing me so bad I almost finished inside. I held still moaning and she laughed breathlessly and said mat nikal abhi, keep fucking.

Bedroom Floor And The Second Round

We moved to the bedroom only because my legs started cramping standing. I carried her again, dropped her on the mattress, climbed on and pushed back inside missionary. Her ankles locked behind my back. I pistoned hard, bed frame hitting the wall in rhythm. Sweat mixed between our stomachs. Meera dug nails into my shoulders and kept chanting randi bana de mujhe. I put a palm on her throat light pressure and she came again loud enough the neighbours must have heard.

I flipped her onto all fours. Grabbed her hips and slammed back in. The view of her ass bouncing and my lund disappearing into that wet pink made my balls tight. I spanked one cheek red then the other. She pushed back meeting every thrust. Spit ran from her mouth onto the pillow. I reached under and pinched her nipples hard and she screamed maa chud and came shaking so hard she almost collapsed flat.

I pulled out, flipped her again and shoved my cock between her tits. She held them tight around me and I fucked the soft valley while she licked the tip every time it came near her mouth. When I got close I told her open. She stuck her tongue out. I stroked fast and painted her face, tongue, and both tits with thick ropes. She laughed and rubbed some into her nipples then licked her fingers like it was blue milk.

We rested maybe ten minutes. AC kicked back on and cooled the sweat. Meera climbed on top reverse cowgirl style. She lowered herself slow until I was buried full. Then she bounced hard, ass slapping my thighs, hands on my knees for balance. I watched my cock vanish and reappear coated white. I grabbed her waist and helped slam her down. She reached between her legs and rubbed herself while riding. Came another time with tiny whimpers this round then climbed off shaky.

I was still hard like iron. I made her lie on her side, lifted one leg and entered deep from behind. Slow long strokes then rough again. Hand around her throat from behind, other hand playing with her clit. She turned her head and we kissed messy for the first time, teeth and tongue. She whispered fill me this time. I sped up, balls tight, and unloaded deep inside her chut. Pulsing loads. She clenched around me milking every drop.

We stayed connected catching breath. Cum started leaking out around my cock when I finally softened. Meera reached down, scooped some and tasted it again then smeared the rest on her stomach. She said next time we do it in the balcony at night I dare you. I just laughed rough and slapped her thigh.

Next Morning She Still Wanted More

Sun came up and she was already grinding her ass back against me in half sleep. I put it back in lazy morning strokes, both of us sticky and loud. No romance, just hunger. She came quiet against the pillows then sucked me clean after I pulled out and finished on her back.

After that Saturday the flat rules died. Some nights she walked in from office, dropped her bag, pulled my pants down on the sofa and rode me till her legs gave out. Other times I bent her over the washing machine while clothes spun. We kept the crude talk going every single time. She liked when I called her my personal randi and I liked when she begged for harder and deeper without any shy filter.

Living with Meera stopped being about rent split long ago. Now it is about how many times she can take my full load before sunrise and how loud she can scream without the society uncle banging the door. I plan on keeping this arrangement as long as the flat lease lasts and maybe longer. She already said next month her friend is visiting and maybe we make it three one night. I am not saying no to anything she offers anymore.

That first night still sits in my head clear. Towel falling, kitchen counter dented a little from how hard I held her, face covered in cum by the end. Every time she walks past me in those tiny shorts now I know exactly how that chut feels wrapped tight and I know she wants it just as raw again. No sweet talk needed. Just open legs and dirty hindi under the breath. Works perfect for both of us.

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