Misc. Erotica Chaitali ki diary: Day 1 in Noida

[Mohit.Kumar]

Her mind drifted to last night—Khanna’s thick fingers digging into the flesh of her wide hips as he pushed her face-first onto the dusty mattress in the unfinished luxury flat. The smell of wet concrete and stale beer clung to the air. She remembered Amit, the broker, laughing as he pinched her sagging breast, his teeth grazing her dusky shoulder while Khanna thrust from behind. The sharp slap of skin against skin echoed off the bare walls. She’d bitten the pillow, a muffled moan escaping as Raj, the site supervisor, knelt before her, his tongue pushing insistently against her clit while Khanna’s rhythm grew frantic. The raw pleasure of being used, filled, claimed by all three men simultaneously – a warmth bloomed low in her belly now, tightening beneath the polyester saree.

The memory sharpened: Amit’s rough grip on her hair, forcing her head back to swallow Raj’s cock, the salty tang thick on her tongue. Khanna’s grunts grew louder, his pace punishing, each thrust jolting her forward onto Raj’s length. She’d felt stretched, owned, the ache in her jaw and the deep, throbbing fullness between her legs merging into a single, desperate need. Her own cries had surprised her – high, keening sounds lost in the hollow space. Afterwards, sticky and spent, they’d shared whiskey straight from the bottle, their laughter coarse as Khanna squeezed her nipple, whispering how her "bangalan ass" looked perfect bouncing on his cock.