“Hey bro, what are you drinking?” I was surprised to hear someone calling me in the club. I turned around and was surprised to see Prakriti.
She looked fucking hot in that red saree. The push-up bra had extra ballooned those tight boobs, displaying an unforgettable sight of her cleavage. The long neck felt hungry to be bitten. Those curly hairs simply added elegance to her slutty look, whereas the sexy waist looked like it wanted to be gripped tight. Yes, she was definitely looking fucking hot in that red saree.
“Why can’t guys keep their eyes off a hot girl?” I snapped back to my senses the moment she whispered these words to me.
“No, that different look of yours simply amazed me,” I hesitantly laughed and pretended to remain calm to avoid being perceived as a pervert. However, deep inside my mind, I had her undressed, fucked, sucked, and licked.
“Hot girls are hard to find these days,” I teased her.
“In that case, I’m going to find someone who finds me hot,” she laughed and walked away to meet her friends. I raised my glass and turned around; however, I continued to feel unstable as the beautiful silhouette of hers kept appearing in my mind.
As more and more people started flocking into the club, the DJ chose to raise the volume of the music. People could be seen drunk and dancing to the tunes. As I’m never a big fan of loud music and late-night parties, I decided to quietly walk away without informing my friends, who otherwise would definitely not allow me to do so.
As I started walking away, I felt my shirt getting hooked at my neck and being pulled backward.
“You’re not going anywhere, you lousy fellow,” Prakriti laughed at me and pushed me to the dancing arena. She held my hands and started dancing to the tunes by pushing and pulling herself towards me. Knowingly or unknowingly, every time she pushed herself towards me, she was forcing her boobs to crush against my chest.
The splashing of her boobs made me uncontrollable, yet I couldn’t control myself from staring at those tight melons of hers. Despite knowing that me staring at her boobs could catch her attention, I still chose to do so as they looked further gorgeous as they got flattened while crushing against my chest. This continued for an hour. Holding her hips, unknowingly brushing her breast with my elbow, and touching the curves at the back started seeming normal.
“I’m feeling hungry,” I shouted in her ears. She looked at me, headed towards her friend, received a key, and said, “Let’s go upstairs to the room.”
“Oh, you guys have food ready in the room,” I looked at her, and she laughingly said, “Yes, the food is ready for you.”
We entered the room, and to my surprise, I couldn’t see anything to eat. While I was looking for the food, I saw her giving me a naughty smile and pushed herself onto the bed, presenting herself to me, “Your food is ready, baby, it’s served super-hot, have it.”
Before I could even utter a word, she quirkily asked, “Do you want your food dry or do you want it wet?”
I realized where it was heading. I put her in the middle of the bed, put my hand around her, and we started kissing each other. The erected dick of mine was getting only bigger and bigger. We rotated, and she came on top of me. She pulled her saree up to her knees, dragged down the pallu, held her boobs with her both hands, and asked, “Don’t you want to play with these?”
“No, baby, I’m going to smash them and smash them very hard.” I pulled her towards me and started unhooking the blouse from behind. In the meantime, she was busy unzipping my pants and playing with my dick.
“You look beautiful in red,” she blushed at my compliment and said, “I could see you staring at me every time.” She had already unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down. While her one hand was inside my underwear, the other was pinching her nipples.
“I’m turning you red, baby,” I whispered and started biting her boobs and nipples. “I’m making you my slut today.”
“Do it, bastard,” her words made me more excited, “just pound me like a dog, I’m all red today.”
The excitement within us started igniting. We quickly undressed each other. I carried her and placed her on the wooden table and started licking those pussy lips of hers.
“Oh, baby, lick me slow, lick me slow,” she was shaking. “Bite me, bastard,” I could hear her murmur.
I continued licking her and asked, “Do you like it from behind?”
“I love it from behind, I…” Before she could even complete her sentence, I was already inside her. Her eyes and mouth were wide open, indicating she was not at all ready for this surprise. “You motherfucker, bastard,” those words helped me boost my speed. “Ahh… you fucker, you…” I further increased my speed. “It’s paining, Ahh…Ahh… please go slow, you bastard, you,” she chose to remain silent, realizing that her abuses helped me increase my speed.
“Looks like someone is starting to enjoy,” I could see her face turning into pleasure. “Who else is fucking you from behind, you slut, that was easy for me to enter you.”
“Do you mind me getting fucked by anyone else, you motherfucker?” I realized she was a fucking slut. “Just fuck me, you fucking bastard.” As the speed increased, she tightly gripped her hands to each side of the table, whereas mine were holding her juggling boobs.
“I never realized these were so big,” I was amazed with the size of the boobs and kept fucking her.
“Ahhhhhh…You have always wanted them, haven’t you, I have seen you staring at them many times,” her words made me feel slightly embarrassed.
I pulled out of her, sat on the bed, and requested her for a blowjob. She adorably came to me and started playing with my dick with her long tongue. The blend of pain and pleasure forced me to moan when she sucked both the balls. She was damn good at licking, sucking, and biting.
This went on for a few minutes before she yelled at me, “Fuck me, dog, get everything out of me.”
I quietly stood, carried her with my hands, and pushed her into my dick. I stood and fucked her. She was in such ecstasy that her moan asked me to fuck her hard. I carried and rested her against the wall, raised her legs further, and began pounding again. “Bitch, is this how you like it?” I knew she was in deep pleasure. “Is this the best you’ve liked?” She could utter no words. The more she was in pain, the more she bit my shoulders. It hurt me bad.
I threw her on the bed with her facing down, pulled her hair from behind, and started fucking her. “You bitch will have to pay for my pain.”
“Do me, baby, push me harder, do it, aah aah aahh aaaahhh,” I kept entering her. “You are a thick bastard, baby.” She enjoyed talking to me. Seeing me tired, she asked me to lie down and started jumping on my dick. “You liked watching them bouncing, right?” she teasingly asked. “Look at them, these are the same big melons you wanted to play with, watch them,” she held my hands and placed them on her boobs. I loved pressing them.
“I’m about to cum,” she slapped me hard when she heard me saying this. “No, don’t you dare, keep doing,” instead of jumping, she started moving her hips. This helped me stay erect for a few more minutes. “Pull out, pull out, pull out,” I shouted at her.
“No, you bastard, you’re cumming inside me,” she rapidly moved her hips and locked me in such a way that I could hardly move. I kept yelling at her, but she smilingly refused and at the end forced me to cum inside her.
“I loved it, bastard, and that was a dildo which helped you enter easily from behind, you motherfucker,” she winked and lay on top of me.