New flat and a newer cock
I was getting ready in a rush as Aman, my fiancé, was coming to pick me up. We were going to visit our home, where we would be living. Aman is a handsome man, and I had already fallen for him. I wore a tight floral suit with a deep neckline that would highlight my deep cleavage and black leggings that fit right on my curves. I am tall, 5’7″, and my figure was 34-28-36 back then. I wanted to keep him seduced but also look like a traditional, respectable woman, so I took a dupatta as well. Aman arrived and honked; I rushed, and we drove to Gurugram, where he had bought an apartment. The highways were deserted back then, but the society was very posh, and we had a beautiful tower. We both went to our tower, and he unlocked the door for me. The flat was beautiful. He had also decorated it with balloons and flowers for me, as I was visiting for the first time in my new home. He was so considerate and romantic before marriage; I was wishing he would never change. He showed me the entire house; it was all furnished with many things, like wardrobes and mattresses. They were still packed to avoid getting dirty. We unpacked a sofa so that we could sit there ourselves. I said, “It’s so lovely; I love this house and your taste.” Aman replied, “My taste is good, isn’t it? That’s why I chose you,” and he came closer. But I was in the mood to tease him. I rushed to the kitchen and started looking at appliances and cupboards, etc. He followed me; I knew he wanted to hold me and kiss me, but I was teasing him a little. I said, “Hey, look at the view of the city from our living room’s windows,” and I stood beside the large glass window, seeing the city lights as it was getting darker in the evening. Aman was getting naughty now; he came and grabbed my waist from behind while I was looking out of the window. Aman asked, “Do you like it?” as he was busy feeling my flat tummy, rubbing his warm hands on me. I was loving his touch, but I was unsure if it was right. However, Aman was restless. I replied, “It’s beautiful; I am happy.” I looked towards him and smiled. Aman took the opportunity and covered my lips with his and smooched me, while his hands now slid from my tummy to my boobs. He started fondling them vigorously. We had met many times before and after our engagement, and he usually hugged and kissed me. But today, he was in a quite different mood. I didn’t know what to do. But his manly touch after many years of my breakup with my ex was driving me crazy. I also turned towards him and hugged him tightly. Aman grabbed me by my waist and was kissing my neck, cheeks, and cleavage. I had never seen this hungry side of my fiancé; I only imagined this for our wedding night, and this was happening in real life before marriage in our own flat. It was so exciting. His moves and his stubble roughing up my body were already making me wet. I held his face and kissed his face and hid him in my breast. Aman moved his hands down to my ass cheeks over my leggings and was feeling my smooth, toned thighs over my clothes. While I was squeezing his face between my breasts, his hands naughtily slipped into my leggings and pulled them down. His fingers started to play with my new panty, which was soaking wet now. I thought, “OMG, he knows now how much I am craving for him.” I gathered some courage and pulled and took off his T-shirt. He had a good muscular body with some manly hairs on his chest. He guided me and made me sit on the sofa and took off my leggings completely. He looked into my eyes naughtily and got between my thighs. His beard was rubbing my silky, soft thighs. I tried to close my legs, but he was adamant and pulled them apart. He wanted to taste the sweet spot that was soaking wet on my black, silky panty. He pulled me, and dug his face in my crotch, and started to sniff my pussy and run his tongue up and down over the wet panty. I couldn’t resist even if I had tried. I got so excited with his breath on my pussy, and I grabbed his hair and pushed him deeper into my pussy. He slid my panty with his tongue and started poking it in and out of my hole. I started to juice for my fiancé. I took off my kurta and squeezed my boobs. Aman looked at me from down under as I was touching myself and chewed my clit with his lips. I was moaning for him. He started rubbing his fingers on my cunt lips and slowly started fingering me. I was not ready for that, and a shriek slipped out of my mouth. I leaned, and Aman looked at me; I grabbed Aman’s face and smooched him. Aman shoved his tongue in my mouth and rolled his tongue in my mouth. I reciprocated the same. We hugged each other tight; his chest was crushing my boobs, and I pressed him harder against me, as I was longing for this for so long. We hugged and fell upon the sofa. Aman came over me and was sucking my lips and gradually went down to my neck and to my boobs. He squeezed my boobs, and my boobs jumped out of my silky bra. He pinched my nipples and started sucking them. I wrapped my legs around his waist. Aman started sucking my nipples while fondling them. I was in cloud nine, moaning and shaking my head in pleasure. I held my side boobs and pushed my boobs for him. I whispered in his ear, “Fill me up, na!” I literally begged for his cock. Aman looked at me and gave a naughty smile; he looked so handsome in his wild avatar. He grabbed me by my waist and was kissing my neck, cheeks, and cleavage. The touch of his cock’s head sent shivers down my spine. I grabbed his strong forearms. With a deep breath, he shoved his cock in my wet, juicy pussy, which was craving for this now. He grabbed my waist and was fondling it and pumping in my pussy. I was feeling his tight cock in my pussy, and it was tearing it inch by inch. Aman held my wrists and pinned both my hands on top of my head. I was laying helpless in front of him, and he was enjoying my body. I could see immense lust in his eyes.