I never planned on typing out this hinglish girlfriend sex story but the way Kavya behaved that Saturday still sits heavy in my head every time I stroke one out. I stay in a small PG near Lajpat Nagar and she studies nearby so most weekends she finds some excuse to crash. That day she messaged around seven saying she is coming with some snacks and told me keep the door unlocked. I was still in half pants after a lazy shower when she walked in wearing that tight black kurti that always hugs her heavy stanns and a plain salwar. No dupatta even. She dumped her bag and looked straight at my crotch like she already knew I was half hard just from hearing her voice on the call earlier.
Rahul you look extra hungry today she said and kicked off her chappals without waiting. I told her mera lund fully jaga hua hai after that dirty photo she sent in the afternoon. She just smirked and pulled the kurti over her head. Under it she had on a thin white bra that was already failing to hide her dark nipples. Then the salwar came off and she stood there in matching wet panties. I pulled her by the waist and shoved my hand right between her thighs. Her chut was soaked through the cloth. She pressed herself against my palm and ground slow like she needed the friction badly.
Early grinding turned filthy fast
I pushed her onto the single bed and yanked those panties down. Her thick thighs opened without any shame and I saw the full pink slit already shiny. I slapped her chut once lightly and she let out a low moan that she tried to swallow. Aah mrra aaah she muttered and grabbed my hair when I shoved two fingers inside. Her walls clenched hard around them. I fingered her deep and fast while sucking on one nipple through the bra till the cloth was useless. She was whispering chod do already even though we had barely started. I tore the bra off and bit the underside of her stann just enough to leave a mark. She jerked but pushed my face harder into her chest.
Her hand finally found my lund through the half pants and she squeezed the full length. Damn it is itna mota tonight she said like she was proud of it. I stood up and dropped the pants. My lund slapped against my stomach fully hard and leaking at the tip. She sat up immediately and took it in her mouth without any teasing. Just wet heat and her tongue flat under the shaft. She bobbed deep till she gagged a little then pulled off with a string of spit still connecting. She looked up and said maaro sheer thook ke andar dal dungi ab. I held her hair and fucked her mouth in short hard strokes. Spit ran down her chin onto her stanns and she kept her eyes on me the whole time like she wanted me to empty already. I almost did but pulled out because I wanted that tight chut first.
I flipped her onto all fours on that narrow bed. The mattress squeaked loud when I slammed in from behind in one go. Her chut swallowed the whole length and she dropped onto her elbows moaning loud. Herbto gaand looked round and soft so I smacked both cheeks hard enough to leave pink. She pushed back onto me begging faster. I held her hips and pounded without mercy listening to the wet slap slap sound filling the small room. Every thrust made her stanns swing and she started talking pure filth. Maaro saale lund se phad do meri chut aaj. I reached under and rubbed her swollen clit while still ramming deep. She came hard first time within minutes shaking and dripping down my balls.
Taking both holes without pause
I stayed inside while she was still twitching and leaned over her back. My weight pressed her flat for a bit then I pulled out slick and pressed the head against her tight gaand. She tensed already knowing. Thoda dheere she said but I spat on the hole and pushed steady. The head popped in and she let out a broken sound half moan half curse. I worked the rest of my lund in slow at first then started thrusting proper. Her gaand gripped so tight it almost hurt in a good way. I reached around and shoved two fingers back into her messy chut so both holes were filled. She started babbling again half Hindi half broken English about how she loves when I treat her like a randi who only exists for my load.
I fucked her gaand deep until the bed hit the wall over and over. Sweat dripped from my chest onto her back. She came again just from the stretch and the dirty talk. When I felt my balls tighten I pulled out of her gaand and slammed straight back into her chut. Three hard strokes and I flooded her insides with thick ropes. I kept pumping through it till every drop was pushed deep. When I finally slid out white cum leaked down her thigh onto the sheet. She reached back and scooped some with her finger then sucked it clean while looking over her shoulder like the shameless woman she turns into only for me.
We barely rested. I sat against the wall and she climbed onto my lap facing me. Her cum filled chut slid down my still half hard lund and she started riding slow at first then bouncing full range. Her stanns bounced right in my face so I sucked and bit both nipples till they were red. She dug nails into my shoulders and told me harder harder even while bouncing like crazy. I gripped her waist and slammed upward matching her rhythm until the room filled with the sound of skin hitting skin again. Second load built fast and I told her I am going to fill her again. She just clenched tighter and said do it all inside mujhe chahiye tera maal.
Final round left her shaking
After that she rolled off and spread her legs wide open ready for more. I got between them and pushed back in even though she was already creamy and loose. Missionary hit different after all the rough stuff. I could watch her face twist every time I bottomed out. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me deeper. Her nails raked my back and she kept saying rakh saale rakh aur andar. I pounded till the headboard banged and then pulled out to paint her stomach and lower stanns with the last thick spurts. She rubbed the mess all over her skin like she wanted to smell like me for days.
Later she cleaned up just enough to put on my oversized tshirt and nothing else. We ordered cheap biryani and ate on the bed still messy underneath. She laughed once while picking rice and said next time bring oil for proper gaand session because my lund is getting thicker. I just smacked her thigh and told her she is already owning every hole like she owns the room. She stayed the whole night. Morning she woke me by stroking my morning wood and sliding down to suck me slow and deep until I came down her throat again. Then she dressed and left for class like nothing extreme had happened leaving my PG smelling of sex and her perfume mixed together.
Every time she visits now the pattern repeats but that first full free night set the bar. No soft kissing marathon just pure hard use of her body the way she begs for when the door locks and the world outside does not matter. My hand still goes to my lund thinking about how her chut clenched during that second orgasm and the way she took my full length down her throat after already being wrecked. That is exactly how evenings go whenever she decides my room is better than her hostel any day of the week.
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