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Swathi Pushed Me Down And Rode Me Raw In Her Hyderabad Flat

Swathi Pushed Me Down And Rode Me Raw In Her Hyderabad Flat

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The lift doors opened on the twelfth floor and Swathi already had her fingers hooked in my shirt. She walked me down the corridor of her Hyderabad apartment building like she owned the night and the second we stepped inside she kicked the door shut with her heel. Her bag hit the floor. My back hit the wall. She pressed her mouth to my neck and bit just hard enough that I hissed.

She smelled like jasmine oil and the leftover spice from dinner. I tried to say something about the food being good but she put two fingers on my lips and shook her head. No talking now she muttered against my skin. Just take it off. I pulled my shirt over my head while she worked my belt open with both hands. Her nails scraped my stomach and my cock jumped against the fabric. She laughed low when she felt it and squeezed me through the pants.

I got her blouse open and shoved the cups of her bra down. Her tits spilled out heavy and warm. I bent and sucked one nipple hard while she stroked me through the cloth. She was breathing fast already. When I switched to the other nipple she grabbed my hair and held me there. Do not be gentle she said. I am not in a gentle mood.

Her Hands First

She dropped to her knees right there in the entryway on the cool tile. My pants and underwear went down together and my cock sprang free thick and already leaking. Swathi wrapped both hands around it and looked up once with those dark eyes before she took the head into her mouth. Hot wet pressure. She sucked hard and twisted her fists on the shaft at the same time. I braced one hand on the wall and the other in her hair. She gagged a little when she pushed deeper but she did not pull back. Spit ran down my balls. She kept going until her nose almost touched my stomach then slid off gasping and stroked me with that wet mess.

I hauled her up and kissed her rough. She tasted like my own precum and the wine from dinner. I backed her toward the living room while still kissing and she tripped on the edge of the rug laughing under her breath. We half fell onto the sofa. I yanked her skirt up around her waist and tore her panties to the side. She was soaked. Two fingers slid in easy and she clenched around them. Fuck Rohan she breathed. More.

I added a third finger and curled them while my thumb rubbed her clit. Her hips jerked. She grabbed my wrist and forced my hand deeper. I finger-fucked her hard enough that the wet sounds filled the quiet flat. When she started shaking I pulled my hand free and licked my fingers clean while she watched. She shoved me back onto the cushions and climbed over me still half dressed. Her saree petticoat was a mess around her legs. She lined my cock up and sank down in one long drop.

Tight heat swallowed me. She bottomed out and stayed there grinding in small circles with her eyes half closed. Then she lifted and slammed back down. The sofa creaked. I held her hips and thrust up to meet her. Every drop of her weight drove me deep. Her tits bounced in my face so I caught one nipple in my teeth. She moaned loud and rode faster. The slap of skin got wetter and louder. I could feel her getting close by the way her cunt fluttered. She dug her nails into my chest and came hard clenching so tight I almost lost it. She kept riding through it shaking and cursing under her breath in Telugu and English mixed.

Fucking Her Against The Kitchen Counter

She climbed off shaky and pulled me toward the kitchen by my cock. The counter was cold against her stomach when I bent her over it. I kicked her feet wider and shoved back inside in one stroke. She cried out and pushed back at me. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and used it for leverage while I pounded her. The bottles on the counter rattled. Her juices ran down my thighs. Harder she demanded. Break me if you have to.

I gave her everything. Long deep strokes that made her whole body rock forward then short brutal ones that slapped my hips against her ass. I reached around and rubbed her clit while I fucked her. She came again with a broken sound and her legs nearly gave out. I held her up by the waist and kept going. My balls were tight. I was close but I pulled out and spun her around. She dropped to her knees again without being told and opened her mouth. I stroked twice and painted her tongue and lips with thick ropes. She swallowed what she could and wiped the rest across her tits with two fingers then sucked those fingers clean while looking up at me.

We barely made it to the bedroom. I pushed her onto the mattress face down and climbed over her. My cock was still half hard and sticky but she reached back and guided me in again. I fucked her slow at first just grinding deep so she felt every inch. Then I sped up. The bed frame knocked the wall. She shoved a pillow under her hips to take me better and I went even deeper. Her hands fisted the sheets. Tell me how it feels I said. She answered between moans that it felt like she was being split open in the best way and she never wanted it to stop.

I flipped her onto her back and hooked her knees over my elbows. Her eyes were glassy. I slammed into her and watched her tits bounce with every thrust. She reached down and rubbed her own clit frantic. When she came the third time her whole body locked and she soaked the sheet under us. That wet heat finished me. I buried deep and pumped her full until it leaked out around my cock. I stayed inside her until I softened then collapsed beside her breathing hard.

Spent But Still Hungry

We lay there for a while sticky and quiet. The ceiling fan spun lazy shadows. Swathi rolled toward me and traced the scratches she had left on my chest. You are not leaving tonight she said. I am not done with you. My cock twitched at the tone. She noticed and smiled. She slid down the bed and took me into her mouth again soft and slow cleaning every drop until I hardened fully a second time. Then she straddled me reverse and sank down. I watched my cock disappear into her from behind while she rolled her hips. I spanked her ass and she clenched in answer. She rode me that way until sweat ran down her spine. I sat up and held her against my chest fucking up into her while biting her shoulder. She came quietly this time shaking in my arms. I followed soon after filling her again.

Later we showered together under hot water. I soaped her tits and between her legs and she stroked me lazy against her stomach. We did not make it back to the bed dry. I lifted her against the wet tiles and fucked her standing with her legs locked around my waist. The water ran over us. She bit my ear and told me not to stop even if the neighbors heard. I did not stop. I came hard inside her one more time and almost dropped her from how weak my legs got.

Around three in the morning we finally stayed still. Sheets half on the floor. Her head on my chest. My fingers lazy in her hair. She mumbled that dinner had been a thin excuse and I laughed into the dark. She pinched my side. Next time skip the restaurant she said. Just come straight here and fuck me like that again. I kissed the top of her head and felt sleep pull me under with her wet heat still drying on my skin and the smell of sex thick in the Hyderabad night air.

Morning light cut through the curtains. She woke me with her mouth already on my cock half hard and hungry. I let her work me until I was fully stiff then pulled her up and entered her from behind spooned close. Slow deep strokes while the city woke outside. She came soft and long and I followed not long after. We stayed locked like that until my phone started buzzing with work messages I ignored. Swathi stretched like a cat and told me the flat was ours until evening if I wanted another round. I was already hardening again against her ass and she laughed knowing exactly what that meant.

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