Rishika stood at Wan’s door in that backless light green dress, the deep neckline plunging just enough to tease, the hem barely skimming her ass. Her dusky skin glowed under the porch light, long black hair cascading over one shoulder, kajal-lined brown eyes sparkling with mischief. The belly piercing winked above the fabric, and she knew the tattoos—one chakra at her nape, another above her ass, the third just below her right shoulder—would catch his eye if he looked closely. “Teesta’s gone for the weekend,” she said, voice steady and bold. “I was at some dull party nearby. Figured you’d be better company than watered-down cocktails and bad small talk.”
Wan leaned against the frame, six-one frame filling the space, beard shadowing his jaw, sleeve tattoos flexing as he crossed his arms. “Rishika. You always pick the perfect timing. Come in before the neighbors start wondering why Teesta’s best friend is showing up dressed like trouble.” She stepped inside, hips swaying, and he caught the faint scent of her perfume. “Trouble’s more fun than wondering,” she shot back with a grin. “Teesta brags you’re a magician in bed. I used to think it was exaggeration—until I saw for myself six months ago. From the window. Couldn’t look away.”
They decided on the nearby club for drinks, the music pulsing as they hit the floor. Rishika pulled him close, her voluptuous 36D-29-37 frame pressing against his athletic build. “You’ve been staring since I walked in,” she teased, lips near his ear. “Admit it—you’ve wanted this since the first time we met.” Wan’s hands settled on her hips. “And you’ve been keeping your distance like a good friend. What changed?” She laughed, low and sharp. “Boredom with safe choices. Plus, I’m single now. No more pretending your girlfriend’s stories didn’t make me curious.”
The grinding started slow, her ass rolling back against him in time with the beat. Wan’s palms slid over her thighs, then higher, fingers brushing the edge of her dress. She felt him harden through his jeans and pressed harder, a wicked smile curving her lips. “Already hard for me? Teesta said you had stamina, but this feels promising.” He groaned softly, pulling her tighter. “Keep that up and we won’t make it through the next song. You’re playing with fire, Rishika.” She turned in his arms, brown eyes locking on his. “Good. I’m horny enough to burn.”
Back at his place, drinks in hand, she sat close on the couch, one leg draped over his. “That dance left me wet and dripping,” she admitted bluntly, fingers tracing his chest. “Teesta never let you cum inside, did she? I saw enough to know you wanted to.” Wan’s hand wandered up her thigh, pushing the short hem higher. “You’re bold tonight. What makes you think I’ll cross that line with you?” She cupped his crotch, feeling the thick outline. “Because you’re already throbbing. And I don’t do half-measures.”
His fingers found her wet pussy through thin panties, stroking until she gasped. “Fuck, you’re dripping,” he muttered. She unzipped him, wrapping her hand around his eight-inch cock. “And you’re bigger than my ex. No wonder Teesta bragged.” They kissed hard, tongues clashing, her strong hands shoving his shirt off to trace tattoos. “I’m not submissive, Wan. I take what I want.” He growled, flipping her skirt up and dropping to his knees.
Wan devoured her pussy like a man starved, tongue flicking her clit while two fingers pumped inside. Rishika’s head fell back, panting, thighs clamping his shoulders. “God, that’s better than any story. Don’t stop—make me come on your tongue first.” He sucked harder, her juices coating his beard, until she cried out, body shaking. She pulled him up, shoving him onto the couch. “My turn. I’ve fantasized about this cock.” She took him deep, deepthroating as much as she could, gagging lightly but determined, saliva dripping down his shaft.
She climbed onto him, sinking down onto his hard cock with a moan. “Fill me,” she demanded, riding him hard, ass slapping his thighs. Sweat slicked their skin as they moved, her tits bouncing free from the dress. Wan thrust up, gripping her hips. “You feel incredible—tight, wet, perfect.” She leaned in, biting his lip. “Cum inside me. I want every drop. Teesta never let you; I will.” They switched positions, her on all fours, then him pounding her from behind, the chakra tattoo above her ass flexing with each thrust.
Rishika came twice more, screaming his name, pussy clenching around him. Wan followed with a guttural groan, pumping hot cum deep inside her, filling her until it dripped down her thighs. They collapsed, panting and sweating, her strong body draped over his. “That was the best I’ve ever had,” she whispered. “But Teesta comes back soon, and this secret won’t stay quiet forever.”
The night had only begun to unravel what five years of restraint had built.
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