Aryan stepped forward as if to help. He pulled up her kurta, revealing her tummy and then, Rashmi took over, removing her kurta slowly, internally wondering if he would run away when he saw her even semi-naked. When she was done, she stood with her arms folded under her bra-clad breasts, feeling a little embarrassed for the first time that evening. Suddenly, she had no idea what had come over her. Why had she invited this nice, fit, Hollywood hero resembling man to be alone with her?
“Can I?” he asked.
“If you want to,” she replied, huskily. She moved her arms to the side, looking down at the floor.
Aryan reached for her breasts, gently pulling down both her bra cups to reveal her nipples. Rashmi wondered how he would react to her monstrously large nipples. They were at least four inches in diameter, maybe more.
“God, you’re so hot!” Aryan said.
He bent down and started to suckle on her left nipple. A floodgate of emotions released within Rashmi – first, relief, followed by a feeling of intense warm joy spreading through her left breast, followed by an awareness of how wet and hungry her vagina felt.
Aryan bent forward and putting one arm under her knees and the other around her back, suddenly lifted her, his mouth still affixed to Rashmi’s left nipple. Rashmi was afraid he might complaint she was too heavy for him or worse, just struggle to carry her, but he was stronger than she thought. He carried her as if she was as light as a feather, almost effortlessly to the bed in the room, suckling on her nipple all the while.
Gently placing her on the bed, he stood up. He took off his jeans, followed by his boxers. But before Rashmi could survey how well-endowed he was, he was back on to her in a flash.
“Can I?” he asked.
“If you want to,” she replied, huskily. She moved her arms to the side, looking down at the floor.
Aryan reached for her breasts, gently pulling down both her bra cups to reveal her nipples. Rashmi wondered how he would react to her monstrously large nipples. They were at least four inches in diameter, maybe more.
“God, you’re so hot!” Aryan said.
He bent down and started to suckle on her left nipple. A floodgate of emotions released within Rashmi – first, relief, followed by a feeling of intense warm joy spreading through her left breast, followed by an awareness of how wet and hungry her vagina felt.
Aryan bent forward and putting one arm under her knees and the other around her back, suddenly lifted her, his mouth still affixed to Rashmi’s left nipple. Rashmi was afraid he might complaint she was too heavy for him or worse, just struggle to carry her, but he was stronger than she thought. He carried her as if she was as light as a feather, almost effortlessly to the bed in the room, suckling on her nipple all the while.
Gently placing her on the bed, he stood up. He took off his jeans, followed by his boxers. But before Rashmi could survey how well-endowed he was, he was back on to her in a flash.
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