Chapter 1: Midnight Whispers at Riya's House
The clock struck midnight, and the world outside Riya’s house was cloaked in silence. I, Rishabh, had sneaked in for a late-night chat, something we’d done since 9th standard. Her parents were asleep, and her elder sister Kajal was supposedly out with friends. Riya, with her chubby frame, big boobs, and that tiny waist I couldn’t stop staring at, opened the door in a tight tank top and shorts that hugged her thick ass. My heart raced as she smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief.
‘Rishabh, itni raat ko kya chahiye, huh? Ghar pe koi dekh lega toh problem ho jayegi,’ she teased, her voice low and husky, pulling me inside her dimly lit room. The air was thick with tension, the kind that had been building for years between us.
‘Problem toh tab hogi jab main tujhe chhod ke jaunga nahi,’ I shot back, grinning, my eyes locked on the way her top strained against her curves. She laughed, a sound that sent a jolt straight to my cock, already half-hard just from being this close to her.
‘Achha? Toh dikhade na kitna dum hai tujh mein,’ she challenged, stepping closer, her breath hot against my cheek. Her fingers brushed my arm, sending shivers down my spine. This wasn’t the innocent Riya I’d known; this was a woman who knew exactly what she wanted. ‘Main toh dekhti hoon tu kitna handle kar sakta hai mujhe.’
I couldn’t hold back anymore. ‘Riya, tu aag laga rahi hai, aur main jalne ko taiyaar hoon,’ I growled, grabbing her waist and pulling her against me. Her softness pressed into my hardness, and she gasped, but her eyes were all fire. ‘Teri yeh body, yeh curves, main kabse pagal hoon inke liye.’
‘Toh ruka kyun hai, saale? Le na jo tera hai,’ she taunted, her hands sliding up my chest, nails digging just enough to sting. Her lips were inches from mine, and I could feel the heat radiating from her. My hands roamed down to her ass, squeezing hard, making her moan softly. ‘Haan, aise hi, Rishabh, zor se dabao.’
The room felt like it was shrinking, the air heavy with our panting. I pushed her against the wall, her big boobs heaving as she looked at me with raw, hungry eyes. My cock was rock hard now, straining against my jeans, and I knew she could feel it pressing into her. ‘Teri pussy ko aaj main apna bana lunga,’ I whispered, my voice rough with need.
‘Dekhte hain kitna dum hai teri baaton mein, harami,’ she fired back, her hand slipping down to rub me through my jeans, making me groan. She was wet already—I could sense it, the way her thighs pressed together, the way her breath hitched. Her fingers worked me, teasing, driving me insane. ‘Chal, dikha de apna lund, kitna bada hai.’
I was seconds away from ripping her clothes off, from tasting every inch of her dripping heat, when a creak from the hallway made us freeze. Was it Kajal? Or her parents? My heart pounded, but Riya’s wicked smile only widened. ‘Darr gaya kya? Abhi toh shuru bhi nahi hua,’ she purred, pulling me closer, ready to ignite an explosion of raw, forbidden lust right there in her room.
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