**Chapter 1: A Night Out at Riya's House**
The air was thick with the scent of jasmine and anticipation as I, Rishabh, stepped into Riya's house. We'd been best friends since 9th standard, but tonight, something felt different. Her parents were out for a family function, and her elder sister Kajal was supposedly locked in her room, lost in her own world. Riya had invited me over for a 'chill night,' but the glint in her dark eyes told me she had other plans. She was a vision—chubby in all the right places, with big boobs straining against her tight kurti and an ass that could stop traffic, paired with a tiny waist that made my hands itch to grab her.
'Rishabh, aaj raat bas hum dono,' she purred, her voice dripping with mischief as she handed me a glass of nimbu pani, her fingers brushing mine deliberately. 'Kya karna hai, bol na? Movie dekhein ya... kuch aur?' Her lips curled into a wicked smile, and I felt a stir in my jeans.
'Riya, tu toh seedha bol deti hai, na? No bakwas,' I shot back, smirking. 'Movie toh excuse hai, lagta hai tu kuch aur hi chahti hai.'
She laughed, a throaty sound that sent a jolt straight to my cock. 'Arre, Rishabh, tu toh bada smart ban raha hai. Chal, dekhte hain kaun kitna bold hai.' She swayed her hips as she walked to the couch, her ass practically begging to be slapped. Sitting down, she patted the spot next to her, her kurti riding up to reveal a sliver of creamy thigh. 'Baith na, ya darr lag raha hai?'
I sat, closer than necessary, my thigh brushing hers. 'Darr? Mujhe? Tu dekhti ja, Riya. Main tujhe dikhata hoon asli maza kya hota hai.' My voice was low, teasing, but my pulse was racing. She leaned in, her breath hot against my ear.
'Toh dikha na, saale. Itna bolta hai, ab kar ke dikha,' she whispered, her hand sliding onto my thigh, inching dangerously close to where I was already getting hard. 'Main toh ready hoon, tu hai mard ya naam ka hi?' Her words were a challenge, a dare wrapped in dirty Hindi that made my blood boil.
'Abey, chhoti si ladki, tu mujhe sikha rahi hai?' I growled, grabbing her wrist and pulling her closer. Her big boobs pressed against my chest, and I could feel her nipples hardening through the thin fabric. 'Teri yeh badi badi gaand aur yeh boobs, saali, mujhe pagal kar rahe hain.'
She smirked, her eyes flashing with power. 'Toh kar na kuch, Rishabh. Sirf baatein hi karega ya meri pussy ko bhi dekhega?' Her words hit me like a punch, and before I could think, my hands were on her, yanking her kurti up to reveal her soft, curvy belly. She wasn’t shy, not submissive—she was in control, and I was just along for the ride.
My fingers dug into her hips as I pulled her onto my lap, her thick thighs straddling me. 'Saali, tu toh already wet hai, hai na?' I teased, feeling the heat radiating from between her legs. She ground against me, her breath hitching.
'Haan, Rishabh, main toh kab se horny hoon tere liye. Ab jaldi kar, meri choot tadap rahi hai,' she moaned, her voice raw and commanding. My cock was rock hard now, straining against my jeans as she rubbed her ass over it, driving me insane.
I flipped her onto the couch, my hands roaming over her curves, squeezing her ass as I kissed down her neck. She arched into me, panting, her skin already sweating with anticipation. 'Rishabh, ab bas kar, andar daal de. Main aur nahi ruk sakti,' she demanded, her fingers clawing at my shirt.
Just as I was about to rip her leggings off, the sound of a door creaking upstairs made us freeze. Kajal. Shit. But Riya’s eyes gleamed with defiance. 'Chup ho ja, woh nahi aayegi. Aur waise bhi, main tujhe chodne wali hoon aaj, chahe kuch bhi ho,' she hissed, pulling me back down.
My heart pounded as I realized there was no turning back. Riya was a storm, and I was caught in it—ready to fuck her senseless right here on her family’s couch, her dripping pussy waiting for me to claim it.
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