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Old College Mate Divya Showed Up and Wrecked Me Proper

Old College Mate Divya Showed Up and Wrecked Me Proper

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I still get hard thinking about that weekend. This hinglish old friend sex story began on a random Friday when my phone buzzed while I was half asleep on the sofa in my Jaipur flat. Divya, same girl from college hostel days, messaged out of nowhere saying she was in town for some cousin wedding and her hotel booking got messed up. She asked if she could crash one night. I typed back sure yaar come over, no tension. I had not seen her in almost eight years. Back then she was the quiet one with thick black hair always in a braid and those heavy breasts she tried to hide under loose kurtas. Now her profile pic showed sharper makeup and a tight smile.

She reached around nine. I opened the door and damn. Same face but fuller lips, waist still slim, hips wider, and a simple black top that clung to her chest like it was painted on. She smelled of light perfume mixed with travel dust. Yaar you look same only more solid she said laughing and pulled me into a quick hug. Her breasts pressed flat against my chest for two full seconds. I felt my cock twitch right there. I made her sit, poured cheap whiskey with soda, and we started talking old hostel nonsense. How the warden used to catch couples, how we once hid together during a fake fire drill. She kept touching my arm when she laughed. I kept staring at the way her thighs pressed together on my sofa.

Drinks Made Everything Loose

Second drink she kicked off her sandals and folded her legs under her. Her salwar rode up a bit and I saw smooth brown skin. You got married or what she asked. I said no still single managing this small trading work. She sighed and said her own marriage lasted three years then the guy ran off with some office girl. Ab free life only. Her voice dropped lower. I refilled glasses. The AC was on full but heat still sat between us. She asked for a shower. I pointed to the bathroom and gave her a towel. While water ran I adjusted my half hard cock in my pants and told myself chill bro she is just old friend.

She came out wearing my oversized t-shirt that barely covered her ass and nothing else I could see. Hair wet, dripping on her shoulders. Better she said and sat closer this time. Our thighs touched. I could smell my soap on her skin mixed with her own scent. We kept drinking. She put her hand on my knee while telling some story about the wedding drama. My hand somehow landed on her bare thigh. She did not move it away. Instead she looked straight at me and said you always used to stare at my chest in college na. I laughed nervous and said maybe a little. She took my hand and put it higher under the t-shirt right on her soft stomach. Touch properly na she whispered. No one is here.

I slid my palm up and cupped one heavy breast. No bra. Nipple already hard. She let out a small moan and leaned in. Our mouths met messy. Tongue first, teeth clashing a bit. She tasted of whiskey and mint. I squeezed both breasts hard, thumbs rubbing the nipples till she arched. Her hand went straight to my crotch and rubbed the thick bulge. Already so hard for me she said in that low dirty tone. I pulled the t-shirt over her head. Full naked body under yellow tube light. Dark areolas, slightly droopy heavy breasts that bounced when she breathed, trimmed black triangle above her cunt, thick thighs. I pushed her back on the sofa and sucked one nipple while pinching the other. She held my head tight. Bit harder Sameer like you mean it.

Sofa Turned Into Our Fuck Spot

I dropped to my knees between her legs and pulled her hips forward. Her cunt was already shiny wet. I licked from bottom to top slow then sucked her clit. She cursed in Hindi mixed with English, haan just like that eat it properly. I pushed two fingers inside. Tight and hot. She was dripping down to the sofa cushion. I finger fucked her while tongue worked the clit. Her thighs locked around my head. She came quick, shaking, juices on my chin. I stood up, dropped my pants and underwear. My cock sprang out thick and leaking. She stared and said bada ho gaya yaar since college. She grabbed it with both hands and stroked rough. Then she bent and took the head in her mouth. Warm wet tongue circling. She sucked hard, spit running down the shaft, hand twisting the base. I held her wet hair and thrust a little. She gagged once but kept going deeper till her nose touched my stomach. I almost shot right there but pulled out.

I flipped her onto all fours on the sofa. Ass up, cunt open and pink. I rubbed my cock along her slit then pushed in slow. Tight walls gripped me. She pushed back meeting my thrust. Fuck me hard she said no soft shit. I grabbed her hips and started pounding. Skin slapping loud. Her heavy breasts swung under her. I reached around and pulled her nipples. She moaned continuous. I spat on her asshole and rubbed the spit in with my thumb while fucking deep. She clenched harder. You like that dirty girl I said. She answered only with louder moans and yes yes fill me. I fucked faster till my balls slapped her clit. Sweat ran down my back. The sofa creaked like it would break. She came again squirting a little on my cock. I pulled out, turned her around, made her sit on my lap facing me. She sank down taking every inch. We kissed sloppy while she rode. Up and down hard, her tits in my face. I sucked them red. Her cunt made wet filthy sounds every time she dropped.

We moved to the bedroom after that. I threw her on the mattress. She spread legs wide holding her knees. I climbed on and slammed back inside. Missionary but rough. I folded her almost in half and drilled deep. Bed frame banged the wall. She dug nails in my back. Harder Sameer break me. I gave her everything. Sweat dripped from my chin onto her breasts. I pulled out and flipped her again. Doggy on the bed now. I slapped her ass red then pushed back in. One hand on her shoulder pulling her onto my cock. Other hand spanning her throat light. She loved it. Her voice went hoarse. I felt my balls tighten. I warned her I am cumming. She pushed back harder and said inside do it inside. I buried deep and shot thick ropes. Pulse after pulse filling her. She milked me with her cunt muscles till I was empty and shaking.

We lay there panting. My cum leaked out of her onto the sheet. After ten minutes she climbed down and cleaned my cock with her mouth. Soft licks at first then full sucking again. I got hard second time faster than I expected. She straddled me reverse and rode cowgirl looking back at me. Ass cheeks bouncing. I watched my cock disappear into her messy cunt. I spanked both cheeks till they burned. She reached under and played with my balls. Then she lifted off and turned around. She sat on my face. I licked our mixed juices while she stroked my cock. Sixty nine messy. She deepthroated again till tears came. I ate her till she flooded my mouth second time.

Kitchen Counter And Floor Round

Around two in the morning we got thirsty. Walked naked to the kitchen. She bent over the counter looking for water bottle. That ass stuck out. I came behind and slid in again without asking. She gripped the edge. Cold marble under her breasts. I fucked her standing, feet apart. The fridge hummed next to us. She pushed back meeting every stroke. I reached front and rubbed her swollen clit. She came shaking so hard her legs almost gave. I pulled out and made her kneel on the kitchen mat. She opened mouth. I stroked and painted her tongue and cheeks with the second load. She swallowed what she could and smeared the rest on her breasts laughing low.

We rinsed under the bathroom shower together. Soap everywhere. I soaped her cunt and she soaped my cock. Hard again. I lifted one of her legs and fucked her against the wet tiles. Water spraying our faces. Slippery and deep. She bit my shoulder when she came. I lasted longer this time, grinding slow then fast. Pulled out and finished on her stomach. Hot cum mixed with water running down her thighs.

Back on the bed we still could not stop touching. She told me stories of her dead marriage how the ex never fucked her like this. I told her I used to jack off thinking about her in college. She laughed and said she knew. Then she climbed on top again. Slow ride this time, grinding clit on my base. We kissed deep. I held her ass cheeks spreading them. My cock stayed buried. She came quiet this round just shaking and whispering my name. I flipped us and took her from side. Spooning but hard thrusts. One hand on her breast other on her clit. We stayed locked like that till I filled her third time. Soft pulses. She kept my cock inside after, clenching lazy.

Morning light came through the curtains. My whole body ached good. She was still naked tangled with me. Cum dried on her thighs and my stomach. She woke and smiled dirty. One more before I leave for the wedding she said. We did it slow missionary again. Eyes open. Her legs wrapped high. Wet sounds filled the room. I came last load deep and stayed pressed against her cervix. She held me there. After we showered proper. She wore yesterday clothes. At the door she kissed me long with tongue and said next time you come to my city I will return the favour properly. I watched her walk to the auto. Ass still swaying. My cock twitched empty but hungry already.

I cleaned the sofa cushions and changed the sheets. Smell of sex stayed in the flat for two days. Every time I sit on that sofa now I remember her wet cunt gripping me and the way she begged for harder. Old friend turned into the filthiest fuck of my life in one night. No soft feelings just pure need and sweat and cum. If she messages again I am clearing the whole weekend. Body still remembers every slap and every load I dumped inside her. That is how it went down plain and raw.

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