Zara tugged my wrist the second the lift doors closed on her husband and yanked me over the threshold like she had been waiting all week. Come inside quick she said voice already rough. I barely got my chappals off before she slammed the door, twisted the latch, and shoved me back against the wall of her Hyderabad flat. Her breath hit my neck hot and she grabbed my cock through the pants without any soft talk.
You been staring at my chest every time you come to fix the fan she muttered. Tonight you finish what your eyes started. Her salwar was already half open. I pushed my hand inside and found her cunt dripping, thick and ready, no panties at all. She hissed when two fingers went in and she bit my shoulder hard enough to leave a mark.
I spun her around, yanked the kameez up over those heavy breasts, and sucked one dark nipple while my fingers kept working her. She was loud already, grinding on my hand, wet sounds filling the quiet kitchen. Husband gone for night duty till morning she gasped. You are not leaving till I cannot walk.
Kitchen Counter Took The First Round
I lifted her onto the counter, pulled the salwar clean off, and spread her thighs wide. Her pussy looked swollen and shiny under the tube light. I spat on it and shoved my tongue in deep, licking hard from hole to clit, no gentle stuff. She grabbed my hair and mashed my face in, fucking my mouth like she owned it. Eat it properly she ordered. Do not play around.
I sucked her clit between my lips and pushed three fingers in, curling them until her legs shook. She came fast, thighs clamping my ears, juice running down my chin onto the tiles. Before she even finished shaking I stood up, freed my cock, and slapped it against her wet slit. Thick and hard already. She looked down and smirked. That thing is going all the way in. Do not stop even if I scream.
I lined up and drove in one long thrust. Her cunt stretched around me hot and tight, sucking me deeper. She howled and locked her ankles behind my back. I grabbed her hips and started pounding, the counter creaking, her breasts bouncing hard with every slam. The wet slap of skin filled the flat. Harder she kept saying. Break me open.
I pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach over the counter edge, and shoved back into that soaked hole from behind. One hand twisted in her hair, the other smacked her ass red. She pushed back meeting every thrust, greedy. My balls slapped her clit and she started shaking again. I reached under and rubbed her swollen nub while I fucked her deep. She came a second time screaming into her own arm, pussy clenching so tight I almost lost it.
Not yet I growled and slowed just enough to stay hard inside her. She was panting, drool on the counter, hair stuck to her sweaty face. Bathroom. Now she managed. I want you to fuck my throat first.
She Made Me Wreck Her Throat And Ass
We stumbled to the bathroom. She dropped to her knees on the mat, grabbed my slick cock, and swallowed me down till her nose hit my stomach. No gag care, just pure hunger. I held her head and thrust into that warm throat, watching her eyes water. Spit ran down her chin onto her tits. She moaned around me and reached between her legs to finger herself while I used her mouth.
When I pulled out strings of spit connected her lips to my cock. She stood, turned, planted her hands on the sink, and looked at me in the mirror. Ass next. I have oil in the cabinet. Do not ask twice.
I found the bottle, poured it over her tight hole, and worked one finger in then two. She pushed back eager. When I pressed the head of my cock there she breathed out slow and nodded. I sank in inch by inch until my hips met her cheeks. So fucking tight. She cursed under her breath then told me to move.
I fucked her ass deep and steady at first, then harder when she started rocking back. The mirror showed everything – her open mouth, bouncing breasts, my cock disappearing into her. I reached around and rubbed her clit again. She came with my cock buried in her ass, whole body jerking, almost collapsing. I held her up and kept thrusting through it.
Pull out and finish on my face she ordered when I got close. I dragged her back to her knees, stroked once, twice, and painted her tongue, cheeks, and tits with thick ropes. She licked what she could reach and smeared the rest over her nipples like she loved the mess.
We barely made it to the bedroom. She shoved me onto the mattress, climbed on, and sank that still-dripping cunt straight down on my half-hard cock. Ride me till it gets hard again she said. I gripped her waist and let her bounce, watching those heavy breasts swing. She leaned forward, put a nipple in my mouth, and ground her clit against me. In minutes I was rock hard inside her again.
She rode me like she hated me and needed me at the same time – fast, deep, slamming down so hard the bed frame banged the wall. I sat up, wrapped my arms around her, and thrust up to meet her. Sweat poured off both of us. The room smelled of sex and her perfume mixed together. Another orgasm ripped through her and she bit my shoulder again while her pussy milked me.
I flipped us, put her legs over my shoulders, and pounded straight down into her. The angle let me go deeper than before. She clawed my back and kept saying filthy things – fill me, wreck this married cunt, give me every drop. I lasted maybe two more minutes before I buried myself to the root and came hard inside her, pulsing over and over while she squeezed around me.
We stayed locked like that breathing heavy. After a while she pushed me off, got up on shaky legs, and came back with a towel and water. Clean yourself she said but her eyes were still hungry. One more round before you sneak out. I want that cock in my mouth again while your cum leaks out of me.
She laid me back and sucked me clean, slow and filthy, tasting both of us. When I hardened a third time she straddled my face and lowered her messy pussy onto my mouth. Lick me while I finish you she mumbled around my cock. We stayed like that in a sixty-nine, her grinding on my tongue, me thrusting up into her throat. She came first, flooding my face, then I flooded her mouth. She swallowed most of it and showed me the rest on her tongue before gulping it down.
By the time I got dressed the sky outside was turning grey. She walked me to the door barefoot, still naked, cum drying on her thighs. Same time next week if he has night duty again she said and slapped my ass as I slipped out. I took the stairs two at a time, legs weak, cock sore, the smell of her still all over my skin and clothes. That Hyderabad flat stayed locked behind me but the ache she left kept throbbing the whole walk home.