Shweta nervously adjusted her crop top as she paced back and forth outside the OYO room, waiting for her boyfriend Ranveer to arrive. It was a rare day off from college and she had snuck out to secretly meet up with him, making up some story to her protective parents about a group study session. Her heart raced with anticipation and a hint of fear. At 20 years old, she was still a virgin, having never gone all the way with Ranveer in their 2 year relationship, always stopping at heavy petting. But today, she wanted to take things to the next level.
The hotel room door opened and a handsome young man flashed her a charming smile. “Hey baby, ready for some fun?” Ranveer pulled her in for a passionate kiss as he ushered her inside. Shweta blushed, her body tingling with desire. This was really happening. Taking a deep breath, she boldly reached down to rub the growing bulge in Ranveer’s jeans. He groaned and quickly kicked the door shut.
They crashed onto the bed in a tangle of groping hands and hungry kisses. Ranveer yanked off Shweta’s tight crop top, burying his face in her heaving cleavage. “Fuck, you’re so hot,” he panted, kneading her soft breasts. Shweta arched her back, offering herself to him. His mouth trailed hot kisses down her smooth stomach until he reached the waistband of her tiny denim skirt. Ranveer hooked his fingers under the elastic and tugged it down her shapely thighs. “Mmm, no panties?”
Shweta bit her lip and nodded shyly. She had come prepared, wanting to look sexy for him. “For you… I wanted to be ready…” Ranveer flashed her a wolfish grin. “Good girl. Such a naughty college slut for me.” He pried her thighs apart and dove in to lap at her glistening pink folds. Shweta cried out, her pussy clenching around his probing tongue. “Oh god Ranveer, yes!”
Ranveer ate her out like a starving man, slurping and suckling her most intimate areas until she was writhing and moaning beneath him. “I need to be inside you baby,” he growled, unzipping his fly to free his rigid cock. Shweta’s eyes widened at the sight of it, large and thick and pulsing in his fist. She had touched it before but never seen it in the light. Ranveer notched the broad head at her slick entrance. “Ready for me to pop your cherry?”
“Please… Make me a woman,” Shweta whimpered needily. Ranveer gripped her hips and thrust in hard, burying himself to the hilt in her tight heat. They both groaned at the sensation. Shweta’s untouched walls stretched wide around his girth, an exquisite pleasure-pain as her hymen broke. Ranveer stilled, letting her adjust to his size. “You okay baby? I’ll take it slow.” Shweta clenched around him and nodded, eager for more. He began to move with deep, powerful strokes, hitting untouched depths inside her.
The wet slap of flesh echoed through the room as he fucked her harder and faster, grunting and urging her to take it. Shweta’s pleasure built to a fever pitch, her nails raking his back, her tits bouncing with every rough thrust. “Yes yes yes! Don’t stop!” she wailed, on the verge of climax. Ranveer crushed his mouth to hers in a filthy kiss, swallowing her cries as he pounded her into the mattress. Her pussy spasmed and released around his pistoning cock, milking him as she came undone.
Ranveer followed close behind, his cock pulsing as he flooded her formerly virgin womb with his seed. They collapsed together, panting and sweaty, still intimately joined. “That was incredible,” Shweta sighed dreamily, clenching her muscles around him. Ranveer chuckled and kissed her deeply. “Definitely doing this again. My sexy college slut.” Shweta giggled, happy and sated, looking forward to many more secret trysts to come.