Forbidden Heat: Riya and Rishabh

<h2>Chapter 1: Night Whispers at Riya’s House</h2>

The air was thick with the scent of jasmine and anticipation as I, Rishabh, stepped into Riya’s house for a late-night hangout. We’ve been best friends since 9th standard, but tonight, something felt different. Riya, with her chubby frame, big boobs, and that tiny waist cinched in a tight kurti, had a glint in her eyes that screamed trouble. Her ass swayed with every step as she led me to her room, her parents asleep downstairs and her elder sister Kajal out for the night—or so I thought.

‘Rishabh, aaj raat kuch alag karte hain,’ she purred, her voice dripping with mischief as she locked the door behind us. Her room was dimly lit, fairy lights casting a warm glow over her curves. She plopped onto the bed, patting the spot next to her. ‘Baith na, kyun sharma raha hai? Main toh teri best friend hoon.’

I smirked, sitting close enough to feel the heat radiating from her body. ‘Sharma nahi raha, bas soch raha hoon tu itni hot kyun lag rahi hai aaj.’ Her laughter was low, seductive, as she leaned in, her breath hot against my ear. ‘Toh soch mat, kar kuch. Main wait kar rahi hoon, saale.’

My heart raced. This wasn’t the Riya I knew—this was a woman who knew what she wanted. Her hand slid up my thigh, bold and unapologetic. ‘Rishabh, mujhe pata hai tu mujhe chahta hai. Meri body ko dekhta rehta hai. Aaj mauka hai, chod de mujhe.’ Her dirty Hindi words hit me like a punch, igniting a fire in my groin. I was already hard, my cock straining against my jeans.

‘Riya, tu yeh bol rahi hai toh main ruk nahi sakta,’ I growled, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her onto my lap. Her thick ass pressed against me, and I could feel her heat through the fabric. She grinned, wicked and confident, grinding against me. ‘Haan, aise hi. Feel kar meri garmi. Tujhe pasand hai na?’

I groaned, my hands roaming over her big boobs, squeezing them through her kurti. ‘Fuck, Riya, yeh toh bohot bade hain. I’ve wanted to touch them for years.’ She arched her back, pushing them further into my hands. ‘Toh ab kya wait kar raha hai, harami? Chus le inhe.’

I didn’t need another invitation. I yanked her kurti up, exposing her lacy black bra, and buried my face in her cleavage, kissing and biting. Her moans were loud, unashamed, as she tugged at my hair. ‘Haan, Rishabh, aise hi. Meri pussy already wet hai tere liye.’

My cock twitched at her words, and I could feel the precum leaking. I flipped her onto the bed, hovering over her, my eyes locked on hers. ‘Tu yeh chahti hai na? Main tujhe aaj pura satisfy kar dunga.’ She smirked, spreading her legs, her salwar clinging to her dripping heat. ‘Haan, saale, dikha de kitna mard hai tu. Meri choot ko faad de.’

I was sweating now, my breath panting as I pulled down her salwar, revealing her soaked panties. The sight of her, so horny and ready, drove me wild. I rubbed my hard cock against her through the thin fabric, teasing her. ‘Dekh, kitna hard hai yeh tere liye.’

Her eyes gleamed with lust. ‘Toh daal de andar, kutte. Mujhe ab aur wait nahi karna.’ That was it. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I ripped off her panties, positioned myself, and was just about to thrust into her tight, wet pussy when a soft knock on the door froze us both. My heart pounded. Who the hell was it at this hour?

To be continued...