Nidhi's apartment hummed with long-weekend laziness, sunlight spilling over scattered takeout containers. Neil sprawled on the couch, remote in hand, while Anu paced, phone glued to her ear. 'Raj, liking her posts again? Grow a spine or delete the app,' she snapped, voice laced with razor wit. Nidhi lounged in the armchair, sipping wine. 'Anu, I've told you both a hundred times—boundaries exist for a reason. But you never listen.'
Neil grinned. 'Or maybe Raj just needs better distractions. Like me.' Anu rolled her eyes but smirked, hanging up. 'Neil, get over here and fiddle with something useful.' He rose, hands sliding under her shirt to cup her breast, thumb circling her nipple. 'This distracting enough?' he quipped. Anu arched into his touch, strong and unyielding. 'Harder, idiot. You know I don't do soft.'
Nidhi watched openly, unfazed. 'You two are hopeless. Neha would laugh if she knew what you get up to instead of pursuing her.' Anu laughed sharply, pushing Neil back onto the couch. 'Forget Neha. My pussy's already wet and dripping for this.' She freed his cock, stroking it hard until it throbbed. 'Look at you, all horny and ready.' Neil panted as she took him in her mouth for a slick blowjob, tongue swirling expertly while she gripped his ass.
'God, Anu, your mouth is lethal,' he groaned. She pulled back, eyes fierce. 'Then fuck it properly.' Stripping fast, she straddled him, guiding his hard cock into her dripping pussy. They moved together—sweating, panting—her riding him with commanding thrusts. 'Deeper, Neil. Make me cum hard.' Nidhi leaned in, witty as ever: 'Told you no boundaries. Now finish what you started.' Anu came first, clenching around him, then Neil exploded, cum spilling as they collapsed in a tangled, breathless heap, the air thick with satisfaction.
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