**Hot First Date with Neha: Sucking Her Tits and Fucking Her Hard**

It had been weeks of flirting over text, but tonight was finally the night—Neha and I were going out for our first date. I’d known her from the gym, watching her in those tight leggings that hugged her thick thighs and that sports bra barely containing her full, round tits. Every time she bent over to stretch, I had to fight the urge to stare. But tonight, she wasn’t in gym clothes—she was dressed to kill in a tight red dress that dipped low enough to give me a glimpse of her cleavage.

We grabbed dinner at a small Italian place, but honestly, I wasn’t paying much attention to the food. I was too busy imagining what was under that dress. She kept licking her lips between bites, her dark eyes locked on mine, teasing me. “You’ve been staring at my tits all night,” she finally said, smirking.

“Can you blame me?” I laughed, reaching for her hand across the table. “They look fucking amazing in that dress.”

She squeezed my fingers and leaned in. “Wait till you see them out of it.”

That was all the confirmation I needed. The second we finished eating, I grabbed the check and practically dragged her to my car. The moment the door shut behind us, I pulled her into me, crashing my lips against hers. She moaned as my tongue slid into her mouth, her hands gripping my shirt. I cupped one of her huge tits through her dress, squeezing hard, and she gasped. “Fuck, Rohit… you’ve been waiting for this, huh?”

“Too fucking long,” I growled, my cock already hard as steel in my pants. I tugged the neckline of her dress down, freeing those perfect, heavy tits. Her nipples were dark and stiff, begging for my mouth. I didn’t hesitate—I latched onto one, sucking hard while my fingers pinched the other.

Neha arched her back, her fingers tangling in my hair. “Oh god, yeah, suck them… just like that.” She tasted incredible, her skin salty-sweet under my tongue. I switched between her tits, sucking and biting just enough to make her squirm. Her moans filled the car, and when I slipped a hand between her legs, I found her pussy soaking through her panties.

“Fuck, you’re already so wet,” I groaned, rubbing her clit through the fabric.

She whined, grinding against my fingers. “I’ve been thinking about your cock all night. Take me home and fuck me.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. The drive back to my place was torture, her hand on my thigh, inching higher until she was palming my hard-on through my jeans. As soon as we got inside, I pushed her against the wall, kissing her deep as I yanked her dress off. She was only in a lacy black thong now, her big tits bouncing as I lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around me, and I carried her to the bedroom, tossing her onto the bed.

I stripped fast, my cock springing free, thick and ready. Neha bit her lip as she stared at it before reaching out to stroke me. “Damn, you’re bigger than I thought.”

I smirked, crawling over her. “Hope you can take it.”

She laughed, but it turned into a moan when I buried my face between her tits again, sucking and biting as my hands slid her thong down. Her pussy was glistening, her lips swollen and wet. I licked a stripe up her slit, and she cried out, her thighs clamping around my head. “Shit, yes, eat me!”

I devoured her, fucking her with my tongue before sucking her clit hard. She came quickly, her hips bucking as she screamed. But I wasn’t done—I flipped her onto her stomach, pulling her ass up. I gripped my cock and rubbed the head against her slick opening.

“You ready?” I growled.

She looked over her shoulder, eyes dark with lust. “Fuck me already.”

I thrust in, balls-deep in one stroke. Neha gasped, her tight cunt squeezing me like a vice. “Oh fuck, you’re so big,” she whimpered, but then she pushed back, taking me deeper.

I gripped her hips and started pounding, my balls slapping against her as I fucked her hard and fast. Her tits bounced with every thrust, and I reached around to pinch her nipples, making her moan louder. “Yeah, you like that?” I grunted, slamming into her. “You like my cock stretching you out?”

“Yes, fuck!” she screamed. “Harder, Rohit, please!”

I gave it to her, drilling her pussy until the bed was shaking. Her moans got higher, her body trembling, and I knew she was close. I reached down to rub her clit, and she came instantly, her pussy clamping down on me as she screamed my name. That was all it took—I shoved in deep, filling her up as I groaned through my own release.

We collapsed onto the bed, sweaty and breathless. Neha turned to me, smirking. “So… second date soon?”

I laughed, pulling her close. “Fuck yeah.”