Real. I studied until about 11, and she busied herself tidying up the kitchen. My desi Her skin was soft, warmer than I expected. Her lips met mine, slow and deliberate. Her hand stroked my back.“That was…” I started.“Better than studying?” she teased.I laughed. She guided me between her legs, her breathing heavier now.I rubbed against her folds, already slick with arousal. Her lips met mine, slow and deliberate. Her breasts bounced as she rode me, sweat glistening on her skin. My hands trembled as I unhooked it, revealing full, heavy breasts that spilled freely, nipples dark and already stiff. Her skin was soft, warmer than I expected. None said it out loud.A few weeks later, my parents had to attend a wedding in Coimbatore. “It’s okay. They agreed without a second thought. Meena lay beside me on the bed, her breath calm but shallow, her eyes glinting in the dark. Real. The silence was thick – not
