**One Night with Nandini**

I met her at the bar—dark eyes, full lips, and a laugh that made my dick twitch in my jeans. Nandini. She was alone, sipping a drink that looked too expensive for a dive like this, but she didn’t seem out of place. More like she belonged exactly where she was, waiting for something—or someone—to catch her interest.

I did.

We talked over cheap whiskey and loud music. She leaned in close, her perfume a mix of something floral and intoxicating, her fingers brushing my wrist as she laughed at my jokes. Her knee bumped mine under the table, deliberate. An invitation.

“You live nearby?” she asked, thumb tracing the rim of her glass.

“Five minutes away,” I said.

She smirked. “Show me.”

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The second my apartment door shut behind us, she pushed me against it, her mouth crashing into mine. No hesitation, no sweet talk—just hot, hungry lips and teeth and tongue. I groaned into her, hands sliding down to grab her ass, pulling her tight against me. She rocked her hips, grinding against the bulge in my jeans, and I could already feel how wet she was through the thin fabric of her dress.

“Fuck, you’re impatient,” I muttered, sucking at her neck.

“You’re slow,” she shot back, reaching between us to unbutton my jeans. Her fingers wrapped around my cock, stroking me hard and fast, her thumb swiping over the tip. I groaned, hips jerking into her grip.

I didn’t waste time. I spun her around, pressing her against the door, hiking up her dress. No panties. Just smooth, bare skin and her pussy already glistening. I slid two fingers inside her, and she gasped, arching back into me.

“So fucking wet,” I growled, curling my fingers, making her whimper. “You been thinking about this all night?”

“Since you sat down,” she panted, pushing back against my hand.

I pulled my fingers out, bringing them to her lips. She sucked them clean, eyes locked on mine, and I almost came right there. But I wanted more.

I dragged her to the couch, stripping off my shirt as she tugged her dress over her head. No bra, just perfect tits, nipples hard and begging for my mouth. I took one in my mouth, biting lightly as she let out a moan, her fingers tangling in my hair.

“You like that?” I teased, switching to the other, sucking hard.

She shoved my shoulders, pushing me onto my back. “Quit teasing,” she ordered, climbing over me, her thighs framing my hips.

Her hand wrapped around my cock again, guiding me to her entrance. Then she sank down, taking me inch by inch, her tight cunt gripping me like a vise. We both groaned—her from the stretch, me from how fucking good she felt.

She rocked her hips, slow at first, her nails digging into my chest. “Fuck, you’re big,” she breathed, biting her lip.

“Move,” I urged, grabbing her hips.

She did. Faster, harder, her tits bouncing as she rode me. I could hear how wet she was, the slick sound of her cunt taking me over and over. She reached down, rubbing her clit in tight circles, her moans turning desperate.

“Come for me,” I demanded, thrusting up into her.

Her head dropped back, a sharp cry breaking from her lips as she clenched around me, her pussy pulsing. I couldn’t hold back—I dragged her down, fucking up into her as deep as I could, then groaned as I came, filling her up.

She collapsed onto my chest, both of us breathing hard.

After a second, she lifted her head, smirking. “Still slow,” she said.

I laughed, flipping her onto her back. “Round two’s gonna prove you wrong.”

And it did.