Nidhi, the curvy short firecracker with hips that could stop traffic, sauntered into Arjun's apartment, her eyes sparkling with suspicion. "Arjun yaar, you called me over claiming your laptop's acting up? Alone on a Saturday? Spill the real trick before I turn around."
Arjun grinned, leaning against the door. "Trick? Me? Nidhi, you're the one who's been dodging our movie nights. Thought I'd lure you with tech woes and see if that sharp tongue of yours has other talents."
She laughed, hands on her waist, not backing down. "Talents? Please, your 'woes' smell like a setup. But fine, let's see what you've got—I'm not some shy desi girl you can fool." Their banter crackled as he 'fixed' the nonexistent issue, words turning flirty: "Admit it, you've wondered about us crossing lines."
Nidhi smirked, stepping closer. "Wondered? More like plotted how I'd make you beg. But if you're horny enough to trick me, prove it." The air thickened; she felt herself getting wet, dripping with anticipation. Arjun pulled her in, and she didn't resist—strong and in control, she pushed him back onto the couch.
Panting, she dropped to her knees, eyes locked on his. "Your cock looks hard already. Let's see if it matches that wit." She gave him a blowjob, tongue teasing as he groaned, her curvy ass swaying. "Fuck, Nidhi, you're driving me wild." Sweating, they moved to the bed; she straddled him, guiding his hard length into her pussy. "Deeper—yes, like that," she commanded, riding him intensely, their bodies slick. He flipped her, pounding her ass and pussy as she panted, "I'm coming—cum with me!" Explosive waves hit as they climaxed together, cum dripping, both satisfied and grinning.
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