The elevator doors barely closed before Shalini grabbed my collar and yanked me close. Her breath hit my neck hot and she muttered she had waited too damn long for this night. Wedding music thudded below us but her nails already scraped my chest through the shirt.
I barely got the keycard in the slot of our suite on the twelfth floor. She shoved me inside the second the lock clicked and kicked the door shut with her heel. That heavy lehenga rustled as she pinned me to the wall. Her mouth crashed on mine tasting of sweet wine and hunger.
I shoved the fabric of her blouse aside and my hands filled with those heavy soft breasts. The dark nipples were already stiff. I pinched one and she hissed against my teeth. She told me to stop teasing and take what I came for. My cock was rock hard against the silk of her skirt and she ground right on it like she meant business.
We stumbled past the minibar toward the wide bed. I spun her around and yanked the blouse fully open. Hooks popped. Her breasts bounced free and I bent down and sucked one deep into my mouth while my fingers worked the drawstring of that lehenga. The whole heavy thing dropped around her ankles. She stood there in just a thin wet panty and I could smell how ready she already was.
Clothes Hit The Carpet Fast
She pushed me back onto the mattress and climbed over my thighs. Her hands tore at my belt like she hated the leather. Zipper down. She dragged my trousers and briefs off in one rough pull. My cock slapped up against my stomach thick and leaking. She stared at it a second then wrapped both hands around the shaft and stroked hard from base to tip.
Fuck she said low and thick. She bent and took the head into her mouth without any soft warmup. Wet heat closed over me and she pushed down until her lips stretched around the middle. I grabbed a fistful of her open hair and held her there. She gagged once then forced herself lower. Spit ran down my balls. She bobbed fast and messy and every time she came up she looked me dead in the eye like she was daring me to last.
I lasted maybe two minutes of that wet suction before I hauled her off by the hair. She wiped her chin with the back of her hand and laughed under her breath. Then she shoved me flat and straddled my face. That soaked panty was still on so I yanked it sideways and dragged my tongue straight up her slit. She was dripping. Thick slick coated my mouth and I licked harder right over her swollen clit.
She ground down and cursed. Her thighs clamped my ears. I pushed two fingers into her while I sucked that clit and she rode my hand like she was starving. Her pussy clenched tight around my knuckles and she told me she needed the real thing now. I flipped her onto her back so fast the pillows went flying.
I hooked her knees over my elbows and lined up. The head of my cock kissed her entrance and I drove in one long hard stroke until my hips smacked her ass. She cried out loud enough that the neighbors might have heard but neither of us gave a damn. Her walls stretched hot and tight around every inch. I pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in. The bedframe knocked the wall in a steady dirty rhythm.
Harder Strokes On The Sheets
She clawed my back and told me to fuck her like I meant it. So I did. I pounded deep and fast. Sweat ran down my chest onto her bouncing breasts. Every thrust forced a wet slap out of her. I leaned down and bit the side of her neck while my cock hammered that sweet spot inside her. She started shaking and her nails broke skin on my shoulders.
I am close she gasped against my ear. Keep going do not stop. I reached between us and rubbed her clit in rough circles while I kept slamming home. Her whole body locked up. Pussy fluttered and then clamped down hard as she came. Thick wetness flooded around my cock and soaked the sheets under us. I fucked her through it without slowing until she was whimpering and twitching.
I pulled out dripping and flipped her onto her stomach. She pushed her ass up without being asked. I grabbed her hips and sank back into that loose wet heat from behind. The new angle let me go even deeper. My balls slapped her clit with every thrust. She buried her face in the pillow and moaned filthy broken sounds. I reached under and squeezed both her breasts hard while I rode her.
She pushed back to meet every stroke. Her ass jiggled under my hands. I spit on her lower back and watched it slide down between her cheeks. The sight made me lose whatever control I had left. I railed her faster until the whole bed shook. She told me to fill her up and not pull out. That was all I needed.
My cock swelled and I slammed deep one last time. Thick ropes of cum pumped straight into her. Pulse after pulse. She squeezed around me like she wanted every drop. I stayed buried and ground against her ass until the last twitch finished. When I finally eased out a slow white trickle ran down her inner thigh onto the already ruined sheet.
Second Round Against The Window
We lay there panting for maybe five minutes. City lights from the Mumbai skyline glowed through the open curtains. She rolled over and stroked my half hard cock with sticky fingers. She said she was not done with me yet. My body answered before my brain did. Blood rushed back and I was stiff again under her touch.
She stood and pulled me up by the wrist. We ended against the cool glass of the floor to ceiling window. Night air from the cracked balcony door touched our sweat. I lifted one of her legs and hooked it over my arm. She guided me back inside her cum slick pussy and I started thrusting upward in short hard jabs. Her breasts mashed against the glass. Anyone in the opposite tower with binoculars would have gotten a full show but she only pushed back harder.
I fucked her standing until my thighs burned. Then I carried her back to the bed and dropped her on her side. I spooned tight behind her lifted her top leg and slid in again. Slow deep strokes this time. My hand covered her mound and two fingers rubbed her clit in time with my hips. She reached back and held my neck. Soft broken words spilled out of her telling me how full she felt and how long she had dreamed of this exact filth.
We stayed locked like that for a long stretch. Sweat cooled and built again. I felt her second orgasm roll through in long waves. Her pussy milked me and I followed right after dumping another heavy load deep inside. We stayed joined until my cock softened and slipped free. Cum mixed with her juices smeared both our thighs.
Later she crawled down and cleaned me with her tongue slow and thorough. I was too spent to get hard a third time but the wet heat of her mouth still felt filthy good. She climbed back up and curled against my chest. The wedding party still thumped faintly far below. Neither of us spoke for a while. Her fingers traced the nail marks she had left on my skin.
Morning light eventually crawled across the ruined bed. We showered together under hot water and I took her one more time slow against the tiled wall just because she asked with that same hungry look. By the time we dressed in yesterday clothes the suite smelled of sex and sweat and leftover perfume. She kissed me hard at the door and told me this was only the start. I believed her.
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