Cousin's Rain Seduction

The WhatsApp message blinked on my phone as I was packing my bag for the long weekend. We had Friday off, together with the usual Saturday and Sunday weekend break. Three whole days of doing absolutely nothing in Bangalore.

“Are you coming to the party tomorrow? My roommates are all going home. What about you?”

It was from Manohar, my cousin. We'd never been close in that sentimental, nostalgic way most families are. We are both computer engineers, but we graduated from different colleges. I did my B.E. in Bangalore, and he did his over in Mysore. We had finished our engineering degrees the exact same year. Call it fate, but we somehow landed jobs at the same massive software company over in Bellandur. Now we live in separate rented apartments just fifteen minutes apart, right in the heart of Koramangala.

We have barely spoken since our childhood. We interacted mostly during big family functions or weddings back in our hometown. We used to exchange awkward, polite smiles across the tiffin table. He used to stare at me when he thought I wasn't looking. But I always knew he stared.

I wasn't blind. I also wasn't modest about my figure. I have an hourglass figure that turned heads wherever I went, whether at the office or on the street. I have a slim waist, but my breasts and hips were proportional and heavily curved. My full breasts sat high and proud beneath my tops. My butt filled out my denim jeans in ways that made men literally trip over themselves to get a second look. I had caught Manohar looking at me at various family weddings. His eyes always lingered on my waist, or traced the heavy curve of my chest when I wore a traditional saree. It made my skin heat up, though I'd never admitted it to anyone, least of all him.

“Yeah, my roommates are leaving too,” I typed back quickly. “Are you going home?”

“Nah. You?”

“Thinking of staying for the party.”

“Then, could we go together?” he asked. I hesitated for a moment, my thumb hovering over the screen.

“Actually… Can I get ready at your place? The party hall is near your apartment, right? I don't want to travel 20 minutes on the bus all dressed up.”

His reply came fast. “No problem at all. Come in the evening.”

His apartment was small, a typical bachelor pad in Koramangala with three bedrooms, but his roommates had already left for their hometowns. I arrived at his doorstep with my fancy party clothes safely tucked into a tote bag. He opened the heavy wooden door and completely froze for a second. I was wearing a very simple cotton salwar kameez, with my hair tied back in a messy clip. But I knew exactly what he always saw beneath the modest clothes. His lusty stare at my body was exactly what I wanted. I wanted his undivided attention tonight.

“Hey, Archana,” he said, finally recovering and stepping aside. “Come in.”

“Thanks,” I teased, just to watch him flinch slightly. We weren't that close, after all. We were just two people bound by blood who happened to work at the exact same tech park.

I went straight to change in his bathroom. I slipped out of my comfortable ethnic wear and into a deep green bodycon dress that tightly hugged my every single curve.

When I stepped out of the bathroom, his eyes nearly popped out of his head. I pretended not to notice his blatant staring. But I was smiling widely on the inside. Let him look.

“You look… wow,” he managed to say after a few breathless seconds, nervously adjusting his shirt collar. He was in a crisp casual shirt and dark jeans, looking surprisingly handsome. I'd always known he was a good-looking guy, but I'd never let myself think about it too much until now.

“Ready?” I asked.

It was almost twilight. The Bangalore sky did not indicate any immediate rain. We walked the short two minutes to the local pub without umbrellas.

The party was incredibly loud, packed to the brim, full of drunk IT colleagues and thumping bass music. We drank heavily. We stood at the bar laughing about toxic office politics and annoying managers. We spoke about our families, about how strange it was that we'd ended up at the exact same company in this massive city. We talked more in that one hour than we had in our entire lives combined. And then, we danced.

As the music pumped, other girls pulled him onto the crowded dance floor. One girl pressed uncomfortably close to him and danced. Then came another woman, Rita. She danced with him, very close. Their bodies moved to the beat, constantly brushing against each other. I think she was from HR. Rita shamelessly grinded against him with her hands draped over his shoulders. Her hips circled his thigh rhythmically. My fingers tightened aggressively around my cold glass of vodka soda. My jaw clenched so hard my teeth ached.

Who the fuck did she think she was? I thought furiously. I couldn't bear watching her moving so intimately close to Manohar. I felt sudden, sharp pangs of jealousy. He wasn't mine. We were cousins. We were mere colleagues. Nothing more. But watching her press her mediocre tits against his broad chest, watching his hands hover tentatively at her waist, watching her smile up at him with that obvious ‘I want to fuck you' look… I desperately wanted to scratch her eyes out. I downed the rest of my drink in one burning gulp. I set the glass down on the counter with a loud clink.

I stepped aggressively forward to the dance floor and abruptly excused Rita, practically pushing her aside. Manohar didn't say a single word. He offered his hand to me, and we started dancing. I took his hand firmly. The floor was suffocatingly crowded and our bodies naturally pressed together in the sea of people. He pulled me smoothly toward a corner where the club lights were much dimmer.

The DJ switched the song to a slow, heavily sensual track. His hand settled confidently on my waist. His other hand found the small of my bare back, and he pulled me close enough that I could vividly feel the heat radiating from his chest.

“Jealous?” he murmured warmly against my ear, and a sudden shiver ran down my spine.

“Go to hell,” I whispered back. We started moving to the slow beat. At first, it was almost proper, just swaying side to side as we would do if forced to dance at a family function. But the heavy alcohol in my system had completely loosened my inhibitions.

I boldly turned around in his arms, presenting my back to him, and pressed my ass directly against his groin.

We both completely froze for a fraction of a second. My soft, round buttocks were nestling perfectly against the rapidly hardening bulge of his cock through his denim jeans. Then I pushed back against him, deliberately, slowly, and I felt him instantly grow harder, longer. His breath was hitching wildly against the skin of my neck.

“Hey,” I teased, looking back over my bare shoulder, my voice entirely lost in the loud music, but he clearly read my lips. His large hands tightened aggressively on my waist, digging his fingers into my flesh, and he pulled me flush against him, eliminating any remaining space between us. His hips thrusted forward slightly, grinding his rock-hard erection deep into the cleft of my ass. I turned back around to face him. Now my full breasts were pressed flush against his chest. My nipples hardened immediately at the friction. I could feel every muscular ridge of his torso, and his thick cock pressing demandingly against my lower belly.

His hands migrated downwards and upwards. One stayed firmly at my waist, while the other hand drifted upward, his knuckles lightly grazing the soft side of my breast through the green dress. He had a silent question burning in his dark eyes. I didn't pull away. I didn't flinch. I held his intense gaze and pushed my hips forward, deliberately grinding my pelvis against his thick thigh. I knew he understood.

His hand opened completely. His palm boldly cupped the heavy weight of my breast, and we both froze again. Here he was, shamelessly holding my tit in his hand right in the middle of the dance floor.

I didn't discourage him. I actively encouraged him. I reached up, wrapped my slender arms tightly around his neck, pulling him down so I could whisper directly into his ear. “More…” I breathed heavily. We were both breathing so hard now. Our chests were heaving, pressed together so tightly that I could feel his frantic heartbeat racing wildly against mine. Nobody was looking. Nobody cared.

We were just two people dancing, two cousins being 'friendly', while his hands freely roamed my body and my pussy grew incredibly wet with the desperate wanting of him.

The sensual song finally ended. The club lights came up slightly. We separated, breathing hard. Our faces were flushed, our clothes slightly disheveled, and we both knew that this night was far from over. I looked up at the sky through the open terrace windows. The Bangalore clouds were rapidly gathering, dark and heavy. Somewhere around midnight, the loud thunder started. Distant rumbles made me look nervously toward the windows.

“We should go,” Manohar said, noticing the bright lightning flashes illuminating the sky. We stepped outside, and the chilly wind had picked up significantly. “Let's hurry,” I said, and we started fast-walking. Three minutes later, the skies completely opened up. It wasn't rain; it was an absolute deluge. Water came down in thick sheets, instantly soaking us right to the bone. As we ran desperately, my heels slipped dangerously on the pavement. Manohar grabbed my hand tight and pulled me along.

We reached his apartment building completely drenched. Cold water streamed heavily from our hair. Our clothes were plastered entirely to our bodies. I stood violently shivering inside his flat. My green dress was clinging tight to every single inch of me. I might as well have been entirely naked. The fabric was incredibly thin, and I knew he could easily see the distinct outline of my bra, my nipples standing rock-hard from the sudden cold. The luscious shape of my hips and ass was perfectly highlighted by the wet, clinging material.

I had only the simple salwar kameez I'd come in, folded neatly in my bag. But they were casual day clothes, not comfortable sleepwear. Manohar disappeared into his bedroom and came back carrying a large T-shirt and a pair of shorts.

“You can change,” he said, his voice a bit thick. “The bathroom's there. I'll find you a towel.”

I locked the bathroom door and slowly peeled off the freezing, wet dress. Then I unhooked and removed my bra and panties. They were thoroughly soaked through, completely unwearable.

I stood there completely naked for a moment, looking at my reflection in the mirror. My breasts were full and perfectly round. My nipples were dark and incredibly hard due to the rain and cold. They were the exact same breasts he had touched so brazenly through my dress earlier. I thought about putting the dry clothes back on over my wet, freezing undergarments, but the mere thought of sleeping in damp lingerie was miserable.

Screw it, I thought. It's just for one night.

I pulled on his grey T-shirt. It was very large, made of soft cotton, and felt wonderful against my bare breasts. No bra. The dark shorts were loose, hanging dangerously low on my hips. No panties either. I felt strangely, wonderfully exposed. I had never expected I would end up like this in his bachelor apartment, wearing his oversized clothes with nothing underneath.

When I stepped out, Manohar had also changed into comfortable sleeping shorts and a thin cotton T-shirt.

He was standing in the kitchen, quietly pouring two hot cups of chai.

When he turned around, his dark eyes instantly scanned the entire length of me. My wet hair was plastered messily to my neck. His T-shirt clung softly to my still-damp skin. The prominent outline of my hard nipples was clearly visible through the thin cotton because my soaked bra was currently hanging on his bathroom rod.

“You're beautiful, Anu,” he said softly. “I mean… you look comfortable. That's what I meant.”

Boundaries had existed like massive, invisible brick walls between us just a few days ago. But tonight, those walls were rapidly crumbling with every single drop of rain that hit his window pane.

“I should call a cab,” I said quietly, though neither of us made any move toward our phones.

“Look outside, Anu.” He gestured toward the balcony. The rain was coming down in blinding sheets, completely blurring the Bengaluru skyline. “It's not safe. The Koramangala roads will be completely flooded.”

I knew he was absolutely right. I also secretly knew I didn't want to leave anyway.

“One night,” I whispered, more to myself than to him. “Just until the rain stops.”

We finished our hot chai in complete silence, the thunder rolling continuously overhead like heavy drums. I was sitting on his couch, tucking my bare legs neatly under me. The oversized T-shirt rode up slightly, and I saw his eyes drop hungrily to my exposed thighs.

“Thanks for letting me stay.”

“Don't mention it.”

We sat there for a while watching the violent storm rage, the apartment power flickering ominously. It was well past 2 AM when he finally suggested we try to get some sleep.

When it was time to sleep, he politely insisted I take his bedroom. I tried, I really did. I lay there alone in the dark, nervously listening to the raging storm. Every loud crack of lightning sent me right back to my childhood fears. I didn't like the extreme vulnerability of being alone in a storm. When a particularly loud crack of thunder violently shook the windows, I couldn't take it anymore.

I padded quietly out to the hall. “Manohar?”

He sat up immediately on his makeshift bed. He was shirtless now, wearing only his sleeping shorts.

His chest was impressively lean and sculpted from those daily gym sessions I'd seen him post about on Instagram. “What happened?”

“I…” I felt childish, but the fear was genuine. “I'm scared… of the thunder. Can I… can I sleep out here? With you?”

He stared at me for a long, heavy moment, then slowly nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, of course.”

He dragged his floor mattress out slightly, placing it parallel to where I'd sleep. We were close but still separate. I was nervously arranging the bedsheet when I felt his intense gaze burn right into me. I was bent over. The loose neckline of his T-shirt was gaping wide open, and I knew for a fact that he could see absolutely everything down my shirt.

He could see my heavy, bare breasts hanging completely free, my nipples still hard from the chill in the air. I should have straightened up immediately. I should have modestly covered myself. Instead, I took my sweet time. I deliberately let him look.

When I finally turned, his handsome face was deeply flushed.

There was absolutely no hiding the thick, prominent bulge straining aggressively against his thin cotton shorts. Our eyes met across the room and neither of us breathed for a long moment. I felt a hot, liquid warmth pooling very low in my belly.

“Sorry,” he mumbled thickly, quickly turning away. “I didn't mean to…”

“It's okay,” I said, and my voice came out surprisingly husky and inviting.

“Can we keep the light on? Just until the storm passes?”

He reached over and switched on the dim corner night lamp. In that soft, warm glow, I saw him briefly glance at me again, entirely unable to help himself. I didn't bother covering up this time. I let my arms fall loosely to my sides. I let the thin fabric perfectly outline my curves, my intense arousal evident in the tight, rigid peaks of my nipples pressing visibly against the white cotton.

He gave me his only blanket. I took it gratefully. But after some time lying there, I could clearly watch him shiver in the cool air.

“You're cold,” I said.

“I'll manage,” he said stubbornly.

“Don't be silly.” I boldly lifted the edge of the blanket. “There's room for two.”

The silence that immediately followed was incredibly heavy. He slowly lay down beside me, stiff as a wooden board, keeping very careful space between us. But the floor mattress was quite narrow, and with every loud clap of thunder, I found myself inching closer and closer, until my bare thigh finally brushed against his. We both gasped sharply at the sudden contact.

“Archana,” he breathed, his voice strained. “What are we doing?”

“I don't know,” I whispered back, completely turning to face him. The blanket had slipped down, fully exposing my shoulder and the pale upper swell of my breast. “Do you want me to stop?”

His hand moved entirely of its own accord, lightly tracing the deep curve of my waist through the thin fabric. His long fingers burned like fire wherever they touched me. Every tiny adjustment on the bed brought us much closer until there was barely a finger's width of space left between our bodies.

I could feel his immense heat radiating toward me. My hand deliberately brushed against something incredibly rigid, right through the thin fabric of his sleeping shorts. His cock. It was rock-hard, incredibly thick, furiously straining against the tight cotton.

I didn't pull away at all. I boldly traced the long outline, feeling him violently twitch and swell under my daring touch. I was absolutely soaked between my legs. The shocking realization that I desperately wanted him hit me like a bolt of electricity. I wanted him deep inside me. I wanted to feel him completely break every single boundary.

I didn't withdraw my hand. His muscular arm snaked tightly around my waist and abruptly pulled me flush against him. My heavy breasts, bare under his T-shirt, crushed perfectly against his hard chest. I gasped loudly at that intense contact. My nipples were so incredibly sensitive, rigid peaks aching desperately for friction. The firm pressure of his hot body against them made me whimper softly.

“Anu,” he groaned deeply, and I distinctly felt his thick cock throb against my hip.

I tilted my face up, and his hungry mouth finally found mine. Our kiss started surprisingly soft with just a tentative brush of lips. Then his hot tongue confidently traced the seam of my mouth, and I opened willingly for him, eagerly inviting him in. The kiss deepened instantly, and it became ferocious, hungry, desperate. We kissed for what felt like an absolute eternity. Our mouths fused together perfectly, tongues aggressively dancing, sucking, intensely exploring every corner.

He'd pull back just to roughly nip at my lower lip, then plunge right back in, completely owning my mouth. I'd moan helplessly into him, tightly clutching his broad shoulders, his thick hair, grasping anything with my hands to keep his body close. The kiss peaked wildly when he aggressively sucked my tongue deep into his mouth, rhythmically. I shamelessly ground my hips against his rock-hard erection, needy and uninhibited.

He finally broke away, panting heavily. His eyes burned with raw lust even in the dim lamplight. Without uttering a single word, he took my hand that had been resting on his chest and guided it downward.

He pressed my palm firmly against the huge, hard bulge of his cock through his shorts. “Feel what you do to me,” he rasped.

I didn't need any encouragement. I wrapped my fingers tightly around him through the thin fabric. I aggressively squeezed his dick, feeling him immediately grow even bigger, harder, throbbing wildly in my tight grip. I could feel the wet, damp spot of precum spreading, slick and incredibly hot. My pussy violently clenched with emptiness.

“Fuck the blanket,” he growled, and we kicked it off our bodies in perfect unison. Now there was absolutely nothing between us but my thin cotton T-shirt.

His large hand effortlessly found my breast under the T-shirt, perfectly cupping the heavy weight. His rough thumb rasped directly over my sensitive nipple, and I arched wildly into his touch while simultaneously tightening my firm grip on his cock. We were both breathing so hard, our breaths ragged in the quiet room.

We sat up quickly and he practically ripped the T-shirt over my head. Now we were both completely topless.

Our bare chests pressed together, hot skin to skin, totally wet with sweat. My breasts flattened perfectly against his hard pecs, and I couldn't stop the loud moan escaping from my throat. He pushed me roughly back onto the mattress and latched his mouth onto my breast. His mouth, unbelievably hot and wet, sucked my nipple deep inside, rolling it expertly against his tongue.

I cried out loudly. My hands flew straight to his hair, holding his head firmly there. “Ahhh… oh God…”

He quickly switched to the other breast, giving it the exact same ravenous attention, and I was literally writhing beneath him on the sheets. My hips bucked upwards, desperately seeking his friction. I couldn't take it anymore. I needed his cock.

I pushed eagerly at his waistband indicating to remove his shorts. He rolled onto his back, spreading his muscular legs, and I gladly took control. I hooked my eager fingers into his shorts and pulled them down swiftly, completely freeing his erection. It sprang up violently.

His cock looked incredibly thick and heavily veined. The large head of his cock was swollen and dark red, heavily dripping with slick precum. He had long, heavy balls drawn up tight with arousal. His rigid cock curved slightly toward his toned stomach. I smiled a deeply seductive smile and wrapped my hand firmly around his thick base. He was burning hot, and he groaned loudly as I gave him a slow, firm upward stroke, deliberately spreading his hot precum wetness all up his shaft. Then I eagerly lowered my head and took his massive length into my mouth.

The salty taste of him exploded brilliantly on my tongue. I closed my eyes, savoring the immense heat, totally loving the way he filled my mouth so perfectly. I sucked very gently at first, just the swollen head, swirling my tongue repeatedly around the sensitive ridge, greedily collecting every single drop of precum that leaked from his slit.

“Anu… ah fuck… your mouth…” he gasped, his hands blindly finding mine, gripping them tight.

I looked up at him.

His huge cock stretched my lips wide, and I told him silently with my eyes to relax, to let me do the work. I started slowly, smoothly bobbing my head in a very steady rhythm, taking him much deeper down my throat with each descent, relaxing my throat muscles, letting him slide perfectly over my tongue. My hand expertly worked his thick base, twisting, pumping rhythmically, while my other hand gently cupped his heavy balls, softly rolling them, fully feeling their impressive weight.

I finally pulled off with a loud, wet pop and licked a long, wet stripe all the way up the underside of his shaft, from base to tip, then swirled my tongue directly around the highly sensitive frenulum. He jerked violently, his hips bucking up involuntarily, and I held him firmly down, effectively pinning his hips to the mattress with my hands. My hand pumped furiously at his base.

Looking down at me with fire in his eyes, “Your turn,” he growled, and before I could even react, he quickly flipped me onto my back.

He was hovering on top of me now. He ruthlessly ripped my loose shorts down my legs, throwing them carelessly aside. I was completely naked beneath him, my legs spread wide open, beautifully vulnerable. I watched his face closely as he looked down at my sex for the very first time.

“My God, Anu,” he breathed heavily. “Look at you.”

I was shaved completely clean, my pink pussy glistening brightly, heavily swollen with intense arousal. My fat pussy lips parted invitingly, clearly revealing the wet, dripping heat within. He touched me gently with one finger, slowly tracing my slick slit, and I shivered violently. My hips jerked right up to meet his hand.

“So wet. So hot. You're literally dripping for me.”

He started rubbing slow, agonizing circles directly around my sensitive clit. I moaned much louder as he increased his speed, perfectly matching my ragged breathing. My hips bucked upward against his hand. “Oh yes… mmm yes… please…”

He slowly lowered his head, softly kissing my bare inner thighs.

He nipped playfully at the sensitive skin, deliberately working his way further up. He was heavily teasing me, purposefully making me wait, making me beg for it. Then his hot tongue finally found my dripping pussy, and I screamed out loud. He licked me thoroughly from bottom to top, a very long, slow drag of his wet tongue right through my swollen folds.

The heavy, musky smell of my sex totally filled the room and he dove straight in, completely ravenous. He stuck his thick tongue deep inside my entrance, literally fucking me with it, while I wildly thrashed on the bed, heavily arching upward.

He held my wrists tightly, pinning my hands firmly to my sides. He started a very steady licking motion, aggressively going in and out, tightly circling my clit, sucking it deeply into his mouth, vigorously flicking it with his tongue. With one hand securely holding mine, his other hand cruelly pinched my nipple, rolling it hard. It sent bright sparks straight down to my clenching pussy.

I was totally wild, uninhibited.

“Ahhh… please… I'm going to cum… oh God…” I moaned endlessly.

He didn't let up for a second. He kept aggressively eating me, utterly devouring me, his tongue relentlessly working pure magic on my swollen clit. His fingers eagerly joined in, sliding two fingers deep inside me, forcefully curling against my sensitive G-spot, thoroughly fucking me while he continued to suck my throbbing nub. I felt the massive orgasm building inside me like a tidal tsunami.

I came with a violent, full-body shiver. My bare back completely arched off the mattress. My thick thighs clamped powerfully around his head. My pussy gushed heavily directly against his mouth and I screamed extremely loud as it violently gushed my sweet juices. He didn't stop drinking me in.

Then he finally crawled up my trembling body. His mouth was completely shiny with my slick juices. He kissed me incredibly deep, letting me taste my own essence on his tongue. The explosive orgasm left me totally shattered. I trembled like a leaf in the harsh wind.

Manohar didn't pull away at all. He crawled all the way up my body and fiercely crushed me against his chest.

“Anu,” he whispered breathlessly against my sweat-dampened hair. “You're so incredibly beautiful. Every single part is beautiful.”

I clung desperately to him, violently digging my fingernails into his broad back. He kissed me tenderly on my lips, along my jaw, trailing hot kisses down to my neck. He sucked aggressively at my pulse point, visibly marking my skin. I tilted my head way back, completely offering myself.

“Do you have… protection?” I breathed heavily.

He pulled back slightly to look at my face. His dark eyes searched frantically for mine. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

He reached quickly over to the bedside drawer, fumbling clumsily for a moment before triumphantly producing a small foil packet. I gently took it from his shaking hand. My hands were surprisingly steady despite my violently racing heart.

His cock was incredibly hard, standing impossibly proud and thick against his stomach.

I ripped the foil packet open expertly with my teeth and I smoothly rolled the lubricated condom down his impressive length. I ensured it was perfectly snug right at the base.

He pushed me back down firmly on the mattress. I eagerly spread my legs wide for him. My pussy was still incredibly wet, still heavily swollen from his tongue, but I desperately wanted to be fully stretched and fucked. He positioned himself perfectly between my thighs. His heavy weight pressed me deep into the soft bed. I felt the massive head of his cock playfully nudge against my slippery entrance.

“Slow,” I whispered breathlessly, even though I secretly wanted him to violently ram into me and completely claim me.

He nodded silently and began to push. The wide head breached my tight entrance, intensely stretching me, and I gasped loudly at the overwhelming insertion. My pussy was so incredibly tight, and his dick was much thicker than I'd ever expected.

He used very gentle force, carefully working his way inside me inch by agonizing inch. I felt every single thick ridge, every pulsing vein as he slowly filled me to the brim.

“Oh God…” I whimpered softly, my nails sharply scoring his broad shoulders. “It's… it's so big… wait…”

He paused immediately, buried halfway inside. “Am I hurting you?”

“A little,” I admitted honestly, my voice visibly trembling. “But don't you dare stop. Just… slow.”

He pulled back just slightly and then pushed forward again in very slow, shallow, teasing strokes. I tried my best to adjust to his immense size, gradually relaxing my muscles, fully accepting him. The sharp pain melted slowly into unbearable pleasure.

“Again…” I begged, my hips rising eagerly to meet his thrusts. “Harder now.”

He started moving at a much more earnest, punishing speed. Each deep thrust sent electric shockwaves entirely through my body. My toes violently curled with each powerful stroke.

My heavy breasts bounced wildly with the sheer force of it. My sensitive nipples were dragging delightfully against his sweaty chest.

I was moaning entirely uncontrollably, “Ah… ah… yes… oh yes… yes…”

“You're so fucking tight,” he groaned loudly. “You are so incredibly hot, Anu. Ah fuck… your pussy feels exactly like heaven.”

I wrapped my long legs tightly around his waist, securely locking my ankles, physically pulling him even deeper inside me. “Fuck me,” I pleaded shamelessly. “Fuck me so hard…”

He happily obliged and massively increased his brutal pace. His hips snapped fiercely against mine with incredibly wet, filthy, slapping sounds of flesh meeting sweaty flesh. His thick cock stretched my walls more and more. As he ruthlessly fucked me, his hard pubic bone aggressively ground directly against my clit with every single thrust. My head thrashed wildly on the pillow, and I was heavily arching up to eagerly take absolutely everything he gave.

“Harder…” I cried out loudly. “Inka harder…”

But I desperately wanted more. I wanted to feel his huge length violently hit spots deep inside me. He pulled completely out with a loud, wet sound. He very quickly flipped me entirely over, easily getting me onto my hands and knees, proudly presenting my ass to him like a desperate bitch in heat. My slick pussy was gaping wide, heavily dripping, clenching emptily for him. I looked back seductively over my bare shoulder to see him. He stared hungrily at my perfectly round ass and my heavily swaying breasts with pure, unadulterated lust.

“Fuck me,” I begged shamelessly, wiggling my hips invitingly. “Please…”

He quickly positioned himself right behind me. His large hands fiercely gripped my narrow waist, and in one incredibly smooth, powerful thrust, he buried himself entirely to the hilt.

I screamed loudly right into the pillow, violently arching my back. My hair fell like a dark curtain around my flushed face.

I wailed loudly, my knuckles instantly turning white as I gripped the bedsheets for dear life. “Oh God… ahh oh God… right there…”

He started relentlessly pounding me. His hips violently slapped against my bare ass with incredibly sharp, wet, echoing cracks. He was perfectly hitting my cervix, aggressively rubbing my G-spot, entirely overwhelming everything at once. I was literally drooling onto the mattress in pure ecstasy. My eyes rolled all the way back into my head, and my whole body violently convulsed with each brutal, deep thrust.

“More… oh god more…”

He leaned heavily over me, his sweaty chest pressed firmly against my bare back, with his mouth right at my ear. “Do you like this?”

“Yes…” I sobbed uncontrollably. “I like it… fuck me…”

I pushed back forcefully against him, aggressively meeting his rapid thrusts.

As he relentlessly fucked me with his punishing strokes, my heavy breasts swung wildly and freely beneath me. My sensitive nipples harshly brushed against the rough cotton of the bed cover. I could feel my explosive second orgasm rapidly building again, my toes violently curling and my thick thighs violently trembling.

“I'm close,” he warned hoarsely. “Ah fuck Anu… I'm going to cum…”

“Me too,” I gasped out, my tight walls rapidly fluttering around his dick, aggressively clamping down. “Don't pull out… please… cum with me…”

He roared loudly like the thunder outside, and thrust unbelievably deep, completely pinning me to the mattress. His cock throbbed violently as he completely emptied himself into the tight condom. The overwhelming sensation of his dick violently twitching deep inside me sent me straight over the edge. I came with a piercing scream that tore completely from my throat.

My tight pussy contracted in incredibly violent waves, ruthlessly milking every inch of him. My whole body shook uncontrollably and my vision literally whited out. I kept endlessly coming, kept violently convulsing, until I genuinely thought I might pass out completely from the overwhelming pleasure.

He collapsed entirely on top of me onto the wet mattress. His thick cock was still buried incredibly deep, still delightfully semi-hard inside me. We lay there for a long time, heavily panting, profusely sweating, violently trembling and utterly spent. After what felt like an absolute eternity, he finally pulled out very gently and then immediately took me right back into his strong arms. We fell happily onto the messy mattress side by side. We looked deeply at each other and burst into completely breathless, relieved laughter.

“Hey,” I whispered softly, gently tracing his sharp jawline with my index finger. “What the hell did we just do?”

He carefully caught my hand, brought it lovingly to his lips, and softly kissed my palm. “Something we absolutely should have done years ago.”

He leaned in closely and tenderly kissed me again. His hot tongue explored my mouth very leisurely, beautifully tasting me, and I melted completely into the gentle embrace. Then deep sleep finally claimed us both, intimately wrapped in each other's arms. The violent storm outside the window finally stopped, perfectly matching the beautiful peace within us.