**Kavita Ki Chudai**

It was one of those sweltering afternoons when the heat made everything slow and lazy. Kavita Pandey—my neighbor, my friend, *my secret obsession*—had invited me over. Her husband was out of town, just like always. The house was quiet except for the hum of the ceiling fan and the slow, rhythmic creaking of the old wooden chair as she sat across from me, sipping chai.

She was wearing a thin cotton saree, the kind that clung to her curves when she moved. The blouse was just tight enough to show off her full, round tits, and I couldn’t stop staring at the way her nipples pressed against the fabric. I shifted in my seat, trying to ignore the growing bulge in my pants.

“Kaafi garmi hai na?” she murmured, fanning herself with a magazine. Her voice was soft, teasing. I could see the sweat glistening on her collarbone, slipping down between her breasts.

I swallowed hard. “Haan, bahut.”

She smirked, like she knew exactly what she was doing. Then she got up, her hips swaying as she walked toward the kitchen. “Thanda pani pee lo,” she said over her shoulder. But I wasn’t thinking about water.

I followed her, my pulse thudding in my ears. The kitchen was dim, the only light coming through the small window above the sink. Kavita bent forward slightly, reaching for a glass, and the sight of her ass in that saree made my dick twitch. Before I could stop myself, I stepped forward and pressed against her, my hands grabbing her hips.

She gasped, but didn’t pull away. Instead, she arched back into me. “Tum…,” she whispered, her breath hitching as my cock dug into the curve of her ass.

I didn’t wait. My hands slid up her waist, fingers pulling at the folds of her saree until I found the bare skin beneath. She was so soft, so warm. My fingers dug into her flesh as I pushed the fabric down, exposing her round, full ass. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

“Saala, itni bold ho?” I growled against her ear, squeezing her cheeks hard.

She moaned, pressing back against me. “Aajao na… mujhe chod do.”

That was all I needed. I spun her around, lifting her onto the kitchen counter. Her legs fell open, and there it was—her wet, pink pussy, glistening under the faint light. She was already soaked, her lips swollen with need.

“Kitni geeli hai,” I muttered, running a finger through her slick folds. She whimpered, her thighs trembling.

I didn’t tease her for long. I unbuckled my pants, freeing my cock, thick and aching. Kavita bit her lip as she watched me stroke myself, her eyes dark with hunger.

“Andar daal,” she begged, spreading her legs wider.

I leaned in, pressing the head of my dick against her entrance. She was so fucking tight, so hot. I pushed in slowly, groaning as her walls clenched around me.

“Ahh… sahi se chod,” she gasped, her nails digging into my arms.

I gave her what she wanted. I fucked her hard, my hips slamming into her with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the kitchen, mixed with her desperate moans. Her tits bounced as I pounded into her, her pussy gripping me like a vise.

“Kasam se… tumhari chut… bahut mazedar hai,” I grunted, slapping her thigh as I fucked her deeper.

She came with a scream, her whole body shaking. The way her cunt pulsed around me was enough to send me over the edge. I gripped her waist, ramming into her one last time before unloading inside her, my cum flooding her tight hole.

She collapsed against me, her breath ragged. “Phir se… please,” she whispered.

And I obliged.