Aparna and Dinu, best friends since college, had planned this Munnar getaway for months. One room, two beds—or so they thought. As they checked in, the mist rolled over the hills like a secret lover's touch. Aparna stepped out in a small pavada that hugged her curves, the fabric barely skimming her thighs.
Dinu's eyes widened. "Aparna, that pavada is so short I can see your panties. Black lace? Bold choice for a hill station."
Aparna smirked, standing tall, hands on hips. "Oh please, Dinu. If you're going to stare, at least be witty about it. My panties aren't the only thing getting attention—your cock seems hard already from the view."
He laughed, sharp and playful. "Guilty. But you wore that knowing I'd notice. Horny much, or just teasing your best friend?"
"Teasing? Darling, I'm not submissive. If you want a taste, ask nicely—or better, earn it," she retorted, stepping closer, her breath warm. The air thickened with tension as they bantered, words flying like sparks: her pussy already wet, dripping with anticipation, his cock straining against his jeans.
Dinu knelt, voice husky. "May I?" Aparna nodded, strong and commanding. "Make it explosive, or I'll take charge." He lifted the pavada, tongue exploring her wet pussy, making her pant and moan. She gripped his hair, guiding him, sweat glistening on their bodies. He licked harder, her ass quivering as she came, juices dripping down his chin. "Fuck, your pussy tastes divine," he murmured between licks.
The lead-up exploded into raw passion—she pushed him back, demanding more, their bodies entwined in the room's heat, panting and horny for the night ahead.
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