She stepped out of the bedroom in that deep red silk saree, the fabric hugging her hips and the blouse cut low enough that her dark nipples showed through the thin material. No bra. She knew exactly what she was doing. I stood there staring, cock already twitching in my pants.
"Like what you see?" she asked, turning slowly so the pallu slipped off her shoulder. Her nipples were hard, pushing against the blouse like they wanted out. I crossed the room in two steps and grabbed her waist, yanking her against me. My hands went straight to her tits, squeezing hard through the blouse. She moaned when I pinched one nipple between my fingers and twisted.
"Fuck, these are perfect," I growled, pulling the blouse down. Her breasts spilled out, heavy and full, nipples stiff and begging. I bent down and sucked one into my mouth, biting just enough to make her gasp. My tongue flicked over the tip while my hand worked the other, rolling and tugging until she was grinding her hips against my thigh.
She reached down and freed my cock, wrapping her fingers around it and stroking fast. "Get this inside me," she said, voice low and dirty. I spun her around, bent her over the couch, and hiked the saree up to her waist. No panties. Her ass was bare, pussy already wet and glistening. I rubbed the head of my cock along her slit, teasing her clit, then slammed in deep in one thrust.
She cried out and pushed back, taking every inch. I fucked her hard, the saree bunched around her hips, my hands reaching around to grab her nipples again. I pinched and pulled them while I pounded her, skin slapping loud in the room. She was dripping down my balls, moaning every time I twisted a nipple harder.
I pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the couch, and yanked the saree completely off. She lay there naked except for the open blouse hanging off her shoulders. I spread her legs wide and drove back in, watching her tits bounce with every thrust. Leaning down, I sucked one nipple deep, biting and sucking while I fucked her faster. Her pussy clenched around me.
"Harder," she begged. I gave it to her, slamming deep, my mouth switching between her nipples, sucking and biting until they were red and swollen. She came first, pussy pulsing, back arching, nipples rock hard under my tongue. I kept fucking through it, then pulled out and stroked my cock over her tits, shooting thick ropes across her nipples and chest.
She rubbed my cum into her skin, pinching her own nipples again, smearing it around. Then she sat up, took my softening cock in her mouth, and sucked it clean, tongue working the head until I was half-hard again. We didn't stop there. I pulled her onto my lap, saree forgotten on the floor, and she rode me slow and deep while I played with her nipples the whole time, twisting and sucking until we both came again, sweaty and spent.
