29-04-2025, 08:17 AM
Back at our apartment, the door barely shut before I turned to her, my voice low but edged with a grin. “You were naughty as hell in that mall, babe. Come on, spill it—what happened in that trial room?”
She kicked off her sandals, tossing the shopping bag onto the couch, then spun to face me, her eyes glinting with a viciously teasing spark as she stepped closer, her voice dropping to a sultry purr. “Naughty, huh? Did you like it, Ari? My boldness, this flirty little side of me—did it get you all hot and bothered?”, she tilted her head, her lips curling into a flirty smirk, her fingers brushing my chest as she leaned in, the anarkali’s slit shifting to flash more leg, daring me to answer.
I swallowed, my pulse kicking up, her tease hitting every nerve—she knew damn well it did, and I nodded, my grin widening. “Yeah… fuck yeah, it did. Now tell me—what went down in there?”
She laughed, a low, playful sound, stepping back to perch on the arm of the couch, crossing her legs as she settled in to tell me, the anarkali’s sheer sides catching the light, her confidence unshaken. “Ouuuuu, you want the juicy details, huh? Alright—picture this: we got into that little trial room, me in that black dress, Param all flustered and red-faced. I couldn’t help myself—I teased him, you know, like, ‘Go on, sweety, adjust it like you said you could.’ I was a tiny bit nervous, sure, but my gosh, I was excited too — way more than I expected! Surprised myself, honestly, how much I wanted to see where it’d go.”, she grinned, her voice light and teasing, leaning forward a little, her eyes glinting as she watched my reaction.
“Yeah? You egged him on, huh?”, I said, my voice dropping, a smirk tugging at my lips as I leaned against the wall, my pulse already picking up, heat stirring low as she painted the scene.
“Of course I did! Poor kid was shaking like a leaf, all nervous and fumbling, so I just kept going — ‘Don’t be shy, sweety, you’ve got this.’ I mean, he’d talked a big game, right? So, I stood there, letting him mess with that strap, and when he started adjusting it, his shaky hands brushed my shoulder. Gosh, it sent this little shiver down my spine, Ari, like a spark I wasn’t expecting. I could tell he was dying inside, and I just kept pushing: ‘Come on, make it perfect, don’t hold back now!’. I was loving that tingle every time his fingers grazed me.”, she giggled, twirling a strand of hair, her tone dripping with playful mischief as she locked eyes with me, clearly enjoying how I was hanging on her every word.
“Nice… you were really going for it.”, I muttered, my breath hitching, my cock twitching hard now as I pictured her in that cramped room, teasing Param, her boldness turning me on more.
“Mhmm, I did! He was so cute, all jittery, trying to fix that strap like it was rocket science, and I just kept egging him on: ‘You’re doing great, sweety, don’t be so shy!’, watching him squirm. I was buzzing, Ari, loving how nervous he was getting.”, she winked, uncrossing her legs to lean closer, her anarkali shifting to flash a bit more skin, her tease viciously playful as she gauged my growing heat. "And bit by bit, I turned it up, you know? I leaned in a little closer, let my hair brush his arm, gave him these coy little smiles. At first, he was all thumbs—shaky hands, stammering like a virgin — but with every ‘good job’ he started loosening up, getting bolder. His fingers lingered longer on that strap, pressing into my skin, and oh, I felt that shiver again, like a little jolt that made my pulse race.”, she chuckled, her eyes glinting, the anarkali’s slit flashing more thigh as she leaned toward me, her voice a playful purr.
"Then he got bolder, real slow, like he was testing the waters. His fingers started ‘slipping,’ brushing my breasts, acting all innocent like it was an accident. I just smirked at him, and that was like throwing gas on a fire. He took it as a green light, and next thing I know, he’s cupping my breasts, hands trembling but deliberate now, squeezing just a little as he ‘adjusted’ the top. I was buzzing, Arijit, that shiver turning into a full-on jolt, and I kept egging him on: ‘Oh, sweety, you’re getting brave, aren’t you?’”, she giggled, her tone taunting, twirling her hair as she watched my jaw tighten, heat creeping up my neck.
“Fuck, Aradhya… he went there?”, I muttered, my voice rough, cock twitching as her story sank in, picturing his hands on her.
"Oh, he did! And I could see it—his pants were straining, honey, and damn, I was surprised—he looked well-endowed, way more than I’d guessed for a lanky college guy like him. So I thought, ‘Why not?’ I reached down, just a tease, and brushed my fingers over that bulge — light, playful, like I was daring him to step up. He froze, eyes popping, this nervous little gasp slipping out, but then it flipped a switch. He got cocky, pressing that tall frame closer, hands still on my tits, groping harder now like he owned them.”, she laughed, low and sultry, leaning closer, her anarkali shifting to bare more skin as she gauged my reaction.
"I kept teasing—‘Not so shy anymore, huh, sweety?’—and he was hooked, honey. His hard-on was practically yelling through his pants. Gosh, it made me feel wild—having him squirm, then bold up like that under my fingers. I was so excited, Ari, running the show, watching him go from shaky to sure just because I pushed him there. I fucking loved it!"
"Shit… you’re driving me crazy.”, I said, my breath hitching, fully hard now, her control over him—and that crude edge—lighting me up as I grinned back, hooked tight.
She smirked, then lunged forward, grabbing my shirt and yanking me close with a force that caught me off guard. Her hand slid down, brushing my bulge, her fingers teasing as she checked how worked up I was. Her eyes widened, a surprised laugh bubbling out as she felt me rock-hard under her touch. "“Oh my gosh, honey, you’re already at full mast! And I haven’t even gotten to the crazy part yet — hold onto yourself!”, she chuckled, her tone viciously playful, stepping back to perch on the couch again, her anarkali flashing skin as she dove back into the story, eyes glinting with mischief.
“So, there we were, Param getting all bold—then it happened. He leaned in, all shaky at first, and we kissed — slow, tentative, his lips brushing mine like he wasn’t sure how I’d react. But I smirked into it, just a little curl of my lips against his, and that flipped him — he went wild, kissing me hard, passionate, like he’d been starving for it. His hands grabbed my face, pulling me in like he couldn’t get close enough, his tongue diving in, sloppy and eager, like he’d been dreaming of this for years. That nervous kid vanished, honey — he turned into this hungry mess, pressing his tall frame against me, all heat and need, like my smirk lit a match he couldn’t put out. I pulled that strap down myself, baring more, then grabbed his hands — ‘Press them harder, sweety, don’t be shy’ — and shoved them right onto my tits. He squeezed like his life depended on it, rough and hungry, and fuck, I was buzzing, things heating up fast.”, she paused, watching my jaw clench, knowing she had me going crazy myself.
“Aradhya, I…”, I muttered, my voice thick, cock throbbing as she painted it vivid, heat flooding me.
“Oh, it gets better! He grabbed my ass next — his hands digging in, pulling me tight against him for a deeper kiss, all sloppy and desperate. He groped my thick ass like he’d never touched a woman before, kneading it like dough, and I could feel his dick straining through his jeans, begging to break free. So, I slowly went for it. I gradually unzipped his pants, then slowly slid my hand into his boxers, and started playing with that hard cock. And to my surprise, Ari, it was huge — way bigger than I’d guessed, thick and pulsing, and it shocked me how much it turned me on to feel it jump under my fingers.”, she laughed, low and sultry, leaning closer, her anarkali shifting as she stretched the tale, her teasing edge sharpening. "He gasped, all nervous again, but I kept going—stroking it slow, teasing him. He was lost, groping my ass harder, kissing me like he’d die if he stopped, and I was loving it—running the show, feeling that fat dick in my hand, his hands all over me. It was escalating, honey, wild and messy, and I was so damn excited, bolder than ever.", she paused again, her smirk sharpening as she leaned in close, rubbing my cock over my trousers with a slow, deliberate stroke, her anarkali shifting to flash more skin, her voice dropping to a taunting whisper. “You like hearing this, don’t you, Ari? How slutty your wife’s gotten? Hmm? Jealous and turned on all at once, aren’t you?” She pressed harder, her fingers teasing me through the fabric, watching me squirm.
“Fuck, Aradhya, I—”, I fumbled, my breath catching, words tripping over themselves as heat flooded me, her touch and her words twisting me up. She didn’t wait for me to finish, grinning wickedly as she kept rubbing, diving back into the story like she was unraveling a gift.
“Good, honey, just listen—I wasn’t done. Things got hotter, so I went for it — unbuttoned his trousers right there, fumbling in the heat of it, trying to yank them down. He got the hint quick—kicked them off himself, all eager and clumsy, leaving him in those tight boxers. I slid my hand back in, stroking that big, hard cock with one hand — gosh, it was throbbing — while the other cupped his balls, rolling them slow, teasing him till he was shaking again.”, she narrated, her tone playful and crude, her hand still working me as she watched my eyes widen. "He couldn’t hold back then—grabbed my top and yanked it all the way down, baring my tits completely. One hand groped them, rough and greedy, squeezing my nipples till I gasped, while the other slid to my plump ass, caressing it, digging in like he was claiming it. And his kisses? Total unskilled abandon—sloppy, wet, all over my mouth and neck, like he’d never kissed a girl before and didn’t care. I was stroking him faster, honey, feeling that dick pulse, his balls tight in my hand, and he was just a mess—groping, kissing, lost in it.”, she closed her eyes and chuckled, low and sultry, her rubbing picking up pace.
“Shit… you’re fucking wild!”, I groaned, my voice thick, cock straining under her hand, her story and touch pushing me to the edge.
“Mhhmmmm, that's me...wild and slutty—just for my sweet husband to hear. I had that college boy falling apart, and I loved every second.”, she continued, "But then, honey, I took it up a notch—I broke off that sloppy kiss, looked him right in his wide, horny eyes, and sank down to my knees. His hands froze on my tits, like he couldn’t believe it. I hooked my fingers in his boxers and yanked them down—his fat cock sprang out, thick and veiny, bobbing inches from my face, already leaking a little precum. I grabbed it, stroking slow, letting my fingers slide over that slick tip, teasing him till he whimpered — ‘Oh fuck, please’ — all shaky and desperate.”, she giggled, her tone taunting, watching my breath hitch as she kept rubbing me. "Then I went for it, Ari. I wrapped my lips around that big dick. I kissed the head first, soft and slow, my lips brushing that swollen tip, tasting his salty drip as I cradled his heavy balls. Then started sucking it like a lollypop, swirling my tongue over the slit, savoring that musky tang as he groaned, low and needy. I continued to play with his balls, tugging gently, then took him deeper, inch by inch, my mouth stretching around his girth, spit slicking my chin as I bobbed—slow, wet, filthy."
She grinned, then paused her story, her eyes glinting wickedly as she reached for my trousers. With a quick tug, she unzipped me, pulling my cock free—hard and straining—her fingers hovering over it. She didn’t stroke, oh no—instead, she dragged her fingernails along the shaft, slow and torturous, grazing the sensitive skin, teasing the tip with featherlight scratches. It drove me fucking crazy, my hips twitching, desperate for more, but she knew I’d blow too fast if she gripped me. That knowing smirk of hers, holding back just to toy with me, made me feel even smaller — emasculated as hell, and fuck, it only made me harder.
"Gosh, honey, his dick was a challenge—almost as girthy as that fat pig Banerjee’s, you remember? I had to work for it, stretching my lips wide, jaw aching as I took him in, that thick manhood filling my mouth till I could barely breathe. His hands tangled in my hair, pulling tight, and I let him. I kept sucking, cheeks hollowed, slurping loud and nasty in that tiny room. I’d ease off, kissing that throbbing cockhead, licking the underside from his nuts to the tip, then dive back in, deep-throating till my throat hugged him, gagging softly but loving the fullness.”, she grinned, her anarkali shifting as she mimicked the motion on me, her tease vicious. “He started moaning — ‘Oh shit, oh shit’ — his hips bucking, too loud, so I pulled off just long enough to hiss, ‘Quiet, sweety, or we’re fucked!’. I slipped off my soaked panties — gosh, Ari, I was drenched, shocked at how wet I’d gotten because of all this — and handed to him to stuff in his mouth. He obliged like a horny lamb."
She paused, her smirk widening as she let the silence hang, her fingernails still teasing my cock, watching me squirm under her control.
“Fuck, Aradhya… what….what happened next?”, I asked, my voice exhausted, ragged from her story and her touch, leaning forward despite the ache in my balls, desperate for release.
“Oh, you want more, huh?”, she laughed, leaning in close, her breath hot against my ear as she picked up the tale, her tone dripping with glee. “He muffled a groan through those wet panties, eyes wild, and I went right back at it — sucking hard, then slow, smearing spit and precum over my lips, massaging his balls while my tongue danced along that fat dick. He was a wreck, honey — hips twitching, hands yanking my hair, all muffled and desperate. I kept it sensual, torturing him—kissing the tip, sucking deep, letting him feel my throat squeeze him till he was trembling. Then I felt it, Ari — his balls tightening, his dick pulsing harder, so damn close. I popped off, stood up quick, and teased him — ‘Come on, sweety, cum on my ass, give it to me there.’”, she gasped, her voice crude and playful, her nails scbanging my cock as she watched my eyes widen.
"He didn’t need telling twice—yanked those panties from his mouth, spun me around like he’d lost his mind, and pressed that big cock right against my ass. I bent forward a little, hiking the dress up, and he went feral — grinding on me, aggressive and sloppy, his hands gripping my hips, that thick shaft sliding between my cheeks, hot and slick with spit and precum. I egged him on—‘That’s it, sweety, let it out’—and he rutted harder, grunting like a beast, his tall frame towering as he humped my plump ass till it jiggled. Then he blew, Ari! He blew hot, thick ropes of cum splattering across my skin, dripping down my crack, so much it felt like he’d never stop. He slumped after, almost crashed to the ground, legs shaking, panting like he’d run a marathon, totally spent."
“Fuck… you’re insane!”, I groaned, my voice hoarse, cock throbbing under her nails, her wild story pushing me to the brink as I stared, hooked.
“Insane and in charge, honey—I teased him ‘til he broke, and he came all over me like I owned him. Felt like a fucking queen.”, she winked, her tone dripping with glee, then her smirk sharpened as she slid off the couch, dropping to her knees in front of me. “And now, babe, you’re gonna make me feel like that — get ready!” Her hands yanked my trousers down, freeing my aching cock, and she dove in—lips wrapping around me, slow and wet, sucking with that same filthy skill she’d bragged about. Her tongue swirled the tip, then took me deep, cheeks hollowing as she bobbed, slurping loud and nasty, her eyes locked on mine, daring me to last.
It didn’t take long though — fuck, how could it? — and I came fast, hot and thick, spilling right down her throat. She swallowed every drop this time, gulping it down like a pro, then pulled off with a slow, sensual pop, licking her lips clean with a smirk, leaving me panting and treambling above her. She stood, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, her anarkali flashing skin as she grinned, victorious.
"By the way, this was nothing. That date with Tashan tomorrow? It’s gonna be way more intense than this. You’ve woken something in me, Ari — something that’s been sleeping since my college days in Delhi. It’s back now, and Tashan’s gonna get the full blast of it.” She laughed, low and sultry, her anarkali swaying as she turned away, leaving me wrecked and reeling, knowing Saturday night would push us both past anything we’d imagined.
She kicked off her sandals, tossing the shopping bag onto the couch, then spun to face me, her eyes glinting with a viciously teasing spark as she stepped closer, her voice dropping to a sultry purr. “Naughty, huh? Did you like it, Ari? My boldness, this flirty little side of me—did it get you all hot and bothered?”, she tilted her head, her lips curling into a flirty smirk, her fingers brushing my chest as she leaned in, the anarkali’s slit shifting to flash more leg, daring me to answer.
I swallowed, my pulse kicking up, her tease hitting every nerve—she knew damn well it did, and I nodded, my grin widening. “Yeah… fuck yeah, it did. Now tell me—what went down in there?”
She laughed, a low, playful sound, stepping back to perch on the arm of the couch, crossing her legs as she settled in to tell me, the anarkali’s sheer sides catching the light, her confidence unshaken. “Ouuuuu, you want the juicy details, huh? Alright—picture this: we got into that little trial room, me in that black dress, Param all flustered and red-faced. I couldn’t help myself—I teased him, you know, like, ‘Go on, sweety, adjust it like you said you could.’ I was a tiny bit nervous, sure, but my gosh, I was excited too — way more than I expected! Surprised myself, honestly, how much I wanted to see where it’d go.”, she grinned, her voice light and teasing, leaning forward a little, her eyes glinting as she watched my reaction.
“Yeah? You egged him on, huh?”, I said, my voice dropping, a smirk tugging at my lips as I leaned against the wall, my pulse already picking up, heat stirring low as she painted the scene.
“Of course I did! Poor kid was shaking like a leaf, all nervous and fumbling, so I just kept going — ‘Don’t be shy, sweety, you’ve got this.’ I mean, he’d talked a big game, right? So, I stood there, letting him mess with that strap, and when he started adjusting it, his shaky hands brushed my shoulder. Gosh, it sent this little shiver down my spine, Ari, like a spark I wasn’t expecting. I could tell he was dying inside, and I just kept pushing: ‘Come on, make it perfect, don’t hold back now!’. I was loving that tingle every time his fingers grazed me.”, she giggled, twirling a strand of hair, her tone dripping with playful mischief as she locked eyes with me, clearly enjoying how I was hanging on her every word.
“Nice… you were really going for it.”, I muttered, my breath hitching, my cock twitching hard now as I pictured her in that cramped room, teasing Param, her boldness turning me on more.
“Mhmm, I did! He was so cute, all jittery, trying to fix that strap like it was rocket science, and I just kept egging him on: ‘You’re doing great, sweety, don’t be so shy!’, watching him squirm. I was buzzing, Ari, loving how nervous he was getting.”, she winked, uncrossing her legs to lean closer, her anarkali shifting to flash a bit more skin, her tease viciously playful as she gauged my growing heat. "And bit by bit, I turned it up, you know? I leaned in a little closer, let my hair brush his arm, gave him these coy little smiles. At first, he was all thumbs—shaky hands, stammering like a virgin — but with every ‘good job’ he started loosening up, getting bolder. His fingers lingered longer on that strap, pressing into my skin, and oh, I felt that shiver again, like a little jolt that made my pulse race.”, she chuckled, her eyes glinting, the anarkali’s slit flashing more thigh as she leaned toward me, her voice a playful purr.
"Then he got bolder, real slow, like he was testing the waters. His fingers started ‘slipping,’ brushing my breasts, acting all innocent like it was an accident. I just smirked at him, and that was like throwing gas on a fire. He took it as a green light, and next thing I know, he’s cupping my breasts, hands trembling but deliberate now, squeezing just a little as he ‘adjusted’ the top. I was buzzing, Arijit, that shiver turning into a full-on jolt, and I kept egging him on: ‘Oh, sweety, you’re getting brave, aren’t you?’”, she giggled, her tone taunting, twirling her hair as she watched my jaw tighten, heat creeping up my neck.
“Fuck, Aradhya… he went there?”, I muttered, my voice rough, cock twitching as her story sank in, picturing his hands on her.
"Oh, he did! And I could see it—his pants were straining, honey, and damn, I was surprised—he looked well-endowed, way more than I’d guessed for a lanky college guy like him. So I thought, ‘Why not?’ I reached down, just a tease, and brushed my fingers over that bulge — light, playful, like I was daring him to step up. He froze, eyes popping, this nervous little gasp slipping out, but then it flipped a switch. He got cocky, pressing that tall frame closer, hands still on my tits, groping harder now like he owned them.”, she laughed, low and sultry, leaning closer, her anarkali shifting to bare more skin as she gauged my reaction.
"I kept teasing—‘Not so shy anymore, huh, sweety?’—and he was hooked, honey. His hard-on was practically yelling through his pants. Gosh, it made me feel wild—having him squirm, then bold up like that under my fingers. I was so excited, Ari, running the show, watching him go from shaky to sure just because I pushed him there. I fucking loved it!"
"Shit… you’re driving me crazy.”, I said, my breath hitching, fully hard now, her control over him—and that crude edge—lighting me up as I grinned back, hooked tight.
She smirked, then lunged forward, grabbing my shirt and yanking me close with a force that caught me off guard. Her hand slid down, brushing my bulge, her fingers teasing as she checked how worked up I was. Her eyes widened, a surprised laugh bubbling out as she felt me rock-hard under her touch. "“Oh my gosh, honey, you’re already at full mast! And I haven’t even gotten to the crazy part yet — hold onto yourself!”, she chuckled, her tone viciously playful, stepping back to perch on the couch again, her anarkali flashing skin as she dove back into the story, eyes glinting with mischief.
“So, there we were, Param getting all bold—then it happened. He leaned in, all shaky at first, and we kissed — slow, tentative, his lips brushing mine like he wasn’t sure how I’d react. But I smirked into it, just a little curl of my lips against his, and that flipped him — he went wild, kissing me hard, passionate, like he’d been starving for it. His hands grabbed my face, pulling me in like he couldn’t get close enough, his tongue diving in, sloppy and eager, like he’d been dreaming of this for years. That nervous kid vanished, honey — he turned into this hungry mess, pressing his tall frame against me, all heat and need, like my smirk lit a match he couldn’t put out. I pulled that strap down myself, baring more, then grabbed his hands — ‘Press them harder, sweety, don’t be shy’ — and shoved them right onto my tits. He squeezed like his life depended on it, rough and hungry, and fuck, I was buzzing, things heating up fast.”, she paused, watching my jaw clench, knowing she had me going crazy myself.
“Aradhya, I…”, I muttered, my voice thick, cock throbbing as she painted it vivid, heat flooding me.
“Oh, it gets better! He grabbed my ass next — his hands digging in, pulling me tight against him for a deeper kiss, all sloppy and desperate. He groped my thick ass like he’d never touched a woman before, kneading it like dough, and I could feel his dick straining through his jeans, begging to break free. So, I slowly went for it. I gradually unzipped his pants, then slowly slid my hand into his boxers, and started playing with that hard cock. And to my surprise, Ari, it was huge — way bigger than I’d guessed, thick and pulsing, and it shocked me how much it turned me on to feel it jump under my fingers.”, she laughed, low and sultry, leaning closer, her anarkali shifting as she stretched the tale, her teasing edge sharpening. "He gasped, all nervous again, but I kept going—stroking it slow, teasing him. He was lost, groping my ass harder, kissing me like he’d die if he stopped, and I was loving it—running the show, feeling that fat dick in my hand, his hands all over me. It was escalating, honey, wild and messy, and I was so damn excited, bolder than ever.", she paused again, her smirk sharpening as she leaned in close, rubbing my cock over my trousers with a slow, deliberate stroke, her anarkali shifting to flash more skin, her voice dropping to a taunting whisper. “You like hearing this, don’t you, Ari? How slutty your wife’s gotten? Hmm? Jealous and turned on all at once, aren’t you?” She pressed harder, her fingers teasing me through the fabric, watching me squirm.
“Fuck, Aradhya, I—”, I fumbled, my breath catching, words tripping over themselves as heat flooded me, her touch and her words twisting me up. She didn’t wait for me to finish, grinning wickedly as she kept rubbing, diving back into the story like she was unraveling a gift.
“Good, honey, just listen—I wasn’t done. Things got hotter, so I went for it — unbuttoned his trousers right there, fumbling in the heat of it, trying to yank them down. He got the hint quick—kicked them off himself, all eager and clumsy, leaving him in those tight boxers. I slid my hand back in, stroking that big, hard cock with one hand — gosh, it was throbbing — while the other cupped his balls, rolling them slow, teasing him till he was shaking again.”, she narrated, her tone playful and crude, her hand still working me as she watched my eyes widen. "He couldn’t hold back then—grabbed my top and yanked it all the way down, baring my tits completely. One hand groped them, rough and greedy, squeezing my nipples till I gasped, while the other slid to my plump ass, caressing it, digging in like he was claiming it. And his kisses? Total unskilled abandon—sloppy, wet, all over my mouth and neck, like he’d never kissed a girl before and didn’t care. I was stroking him faster, honey, feeling that dick pulse, his balls tight in my hand, and he was just a mess—groping, kissing, lost in it.”, she closed her eyes and chuckled, low and sultry, her rubbing picking up pace.
“Shit… you’re fucking wild!”, I groaned, my voice thick, cock straining under her hand, her story and touch pushing me to the edge.
“Mhhmmmm, that's me...wild and slutty—just for my sweet husband to hear. I had that college boy falling apart, and I loved every second.”, she continued, "But then, honey, I took it up a notch—I broke off that sloppy kiss, looked him right in his wide, horny eyes, and sank down to my knees. His hands froze on my tits, like he couldn’t believe it. I hooked my fingers in his boxers and yanked them down—his fat cock sprang out, thick and veiny, bobbing inches from my face, already leaking a little precum. I grabbed it, stroking slow, letting my fingers slide over that slick tip, teasing him till he whimpered — ‘Oh fuck, please’ — all shaky and desperate.”, she giggled, her tone taunting, watching my breath hitch as she kept rubbing me. "Then I went for it, Ari. I wrapped my lips around that big dick. I kissed the head first, soft and slow, my lips brushing that swollen tip, tasting his salty drip as I cradled his heavy balls. Then started sucking it like a lollypop, swirling my tongue over the slit, savoring that musky tang as he groaned, low and needy. I continued to play with his balls, tugging gently, then took him deeper, inch by inch, my mouth stretching around his girth, spit slicking my chin as I bobbed—slow, wet, filthy."
She grinned, then paused her story, her eyes glinting wickedly as she reached for my trousers. With a quick tug, she unzipped me, pulling my cock free—hard and straining—her fingers hovering over it. She didn’t stroke, oh no—instead, she dragged her fingernails along the shaft, slow and torturous, grazing the sensitive skin, teasing the tip with featherlight scratches. It drove me fucking crazy, my hips twitching, desperate for more, but she knew I’d blow too fast if she gripped me. That knowing smirk of hers, holding back just to toy with me, made me feel even smaller — emasculated as hell, and fuck, it only made me harder.
"Gosh, honey, his dick was a challenge—almost as girthy as that fat pig Banerjee’s, you remember? I had to work for it, stretching my lips wide, jaw aching as I took him in, that thick manhood filling my mouth till I could barely breathe. His hands tangled in my hair, pulling tight, and I let him. I kept sucking, cheeks hollowed, slurping loud and nasty in that tiny room. I’d ease off, kissing that throbbing cockhead, licking the underside from his nuts to the tip, then dive back in, deep-throating till my throat hugged him, gagging softly but loving the fullness.”, she grinned, her anarkali shifting as she mimicked the motion on me, her tease vicious. “He started moaning — ‘Oh shit, oh shit’ — his hips bucking, too loud, so I pulled off just long enough to hiss, ‘Quiet, sweety, or we’re fucked!’. I slipped off my soaked panties — gosh, Ari, I was drenched, shocked at how wet I’d gotten because of all this — and handed to him to stuff in his mouth. He obliged like a horny lamb."
She paused, her smirk widening as she let the silence hang, her fingernails still teasing my cock, watching me squirm under her control.
“Fuck, Aradhya… what….what happened next?”, I asked, my voice exhausted, ragged from her story and her touch, leaning forward despite the ache in my balls, desperate for release.
“Oh, you want more, huh?”, she laughed, leaning in close, her breath hot against my ear as she picked up the tale, her tone dripping with glee. “He muffled a groan through those wet panties, eyes wild, and I went right back at it — sucking hard, then slow, smearing spit and precum over my lips, massaging his balls while my tongue danced along that fat dick. He was a wreck, honey — hips twitching, hands yanking my hair, all muffled and desperate. I kept it sensual, torturing him—kissing the tip, sucking deep, letting him feel my throat squeeze him till he was trembling. Then I felt it, Ari — his balls tightening, his dick pulsing harder, so damn close. I popped off, stood up quick, and teased him — ‘Come on, sweety, cum on my ass, give it to me there.’”, she gasped, her voice crude and playful, her nails scbanging my cock as she watched my eyes widen.
"He didn’t need telling twice—yanked those panties from his mouth, spun me around like he’d lost his mind, and pressed that big cock right against my ass. I bent forward a little, hiking the dress up, and he went feral — grinding on me, aggressive and sloppy, his hands gripping my hips, that thick shaft sliding between my cheeks, hot and slick with spit and precum. I egged him on—‘That’s it, sweety, let it out’—and he rutted harder, grunting like a beast, his tall frame towering as he humped my plump ass till it jiggled. Then he blew, Ari! He blew hot, thick ropes of cum splattering across my skin, dripping down my crack, so much it felt like he’d never stop. He slumped after, almost crashed to the ground, legs shaking, panting like he’d run a marathon, totally spent."
“Fuck… you’re insane!”, I groaned, my voice hoarse, cock throbbing under her nails, her wild story pushing me to the brink as I stared, hooked.
“Insane and in charge, honey—I teased him ‘til he broke, and he came all over me like I owned him. Felt like a fucking queen.”, she winked, her tone dripping with glee, then her smirk sharpened as she slid off the couch, dropping to her knees in front of me. “And now, babe, you’re gonna make me feel like that — get ready!” Her hands yanked my trousers down, freeing my aching cock, and she dove in—lips wrapping around me, slow and wet, sucking with that same filthy skill she’d bragged about. Her tongue swirled the tip, then took me deep, cheeks hollowing as she bobbed, slurping loud and nasty, her eyes locked on mine, daring me to last.
It didn’t take long though — fuck, how could it? — and I came fast, hot and thick, spilling right down her throat. She swallowed every drop this time, gulping it down like a pro, then pulled off with a slow, sensual pop, licking her lips clean with a smirk, leaving me panting and treambling above her. She stood, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, her anarkali flashing skin as she grinned, victorious.
"By the way, this was nothing. That date with Tashan tomorrow? It’s gonna be way more intense than this. You’ve woken something in me, Ari — something that’s been sleeping since my college days in Delhi. It’s back now, and Tashan’s gonna get the full blast of it.” She laughed, low and sultry, her anarkali swaying as she turned away, leaving me wrecked and reeling, knowing Saturday night would push us both past anything we’d imagined.
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