The wedding sangeet pulsed with dhol beats and swirling lights, but my eyes locked on Samiksha across the lawn. In her shimmering lehenga, she caught my stare and smirked, weaving through relatives to my side. "Staring like that at your cousin's wedding? Bold move, city boy," she teased, her voice low and sharp. I shot back, "Only because you're making the mandap look boring, Samiksha. That fire in your eyes says you're not here for the rituals either." We traded barbs over stolen drinks, tension crackling as her hand brushed mine, hinting at the wild night ahead.
She pulled me aside to an empty guest room, the homemade chaos of the ceremony fading behind us. "Think you can handle me away from the crowd?" she challenged, pushing me against the wall with a grin. I grinned back, "Try me, but don't blame the heat when things get messy." Our mouths met hungrily, hands roaming as clothes hit the floor in a frenzy of sweat and need. Samiksha's strong grip guided me down, her body pressing close while she whispered commands that made me throb.
"On your knees first," she ordered, her pussy already wet and dripping as I tasted her. She moaned, panting, "That's it—make my pussy sing before I ride that hard cock." I stood, my cock aching, and she took me in a fierce blowjob, tongue swirling while her ass swayed invitingly. We tumbled to the bed, her straddling me with wild energy, sinking down as I thrust up, both of us sweating and horny.
She came first, clenching tight around me, then I followed, filling her with cum as we panted in the afterglow. Samiksha laughed breathlessly, strong and unyielding, "Wedding's just getting started, lover—next round's mine to call."
But as footsteps echoed outside, her eyes gleamed with promises of more stolen moments to come.
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