**Round Two**

I met Nandini at a bar downtown. The place was packed, music thumping, bodies pressed together in the dim neon glow. She was leaning against the counter, sipping a whiskey sour, her dark eyes catching mine. She had this playful smirk, like she already knew what was going to happen before I even opened my mouth.

We danced first—close, grinding, her ass pressing into my growing hard-on as the bass pulsed through us. Her hands traced my chest, fingers slipping under my shirt, teasing. Between songs, she turned around and kissed me, her lips soft and insistent, tongue sliding against mine. No words needed. She grabbed my hand and led me to her place.

The second we were through the door, her mouth was on mine again. I backed her against the wall, fingers tangling in her hair as she moaned into my lips. My hands slid down her sides, grabbing her ass, pulling her tighter against me. She gasped when she felt how hard I was, grinding her hips forward. “Fuck, you’re huge,” she murmured against my neck, her hands already tugging at my belt.

I didn’t waste time. I pulled her dress up, hands sliding under her panties, fingers pressing into her wet pussy. She was already soaked, thighs trembling as I teased her clit. “God, yes,” she whimpered, head falling back as I rubbed slow circles. I pushed two fingers inside her, curling them just right, and she cried out, nails digging into my shoulders.

She yanked my jeans down, freeing my cock, her small hand wrapping around me, stroking. “I need this inside me,” she panted, tugging me toward the bedroom.

I laid her down, spreading her thighs, fingers slipping through her slick folds again before I leaned down and licked her. Her thighs tensed around my head as I sucked her clit, tongue flicking fast. She bucked her hips, breath coming in sharp gasps. “Oh fuck, don’t stop—”

I didn’t. Not until she was shaking, fingers twisting in the sheets, her whole body stiffening as she came with a loud moan.

I crawled up her body, lining my cock up with her soaked entrance. She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me in tight. “Fuck me,” she demanded, and I obeyed.

I pushed inside her in one slow thrust, groaning at how tight and warm she felt. Her pussy clenched around me, her breath hitching as I bottomed out. “Jesus, you feel so fucking good,” I growled, hips rolling into her.

She matched my rhythm, rocking against me, nails scratching down my back as I fucked her deep and hard. The bed creaked under us, skin slapping, her moans filling the room. “Harder,” she gasped, arching into me.

I flipped her onto her stomach, pulling her up onto her knees before pushing back in. She cried out, ass pressed against me as I gripped her hips and pounded into her. Her tits bounced with every thrust, her wetness coating my cock.

I could feel her tightening again, muscles fluttering around me. “I’m gonna come again,” she whimpered, her voice broken.

I reached around, fingers finding her clit, rubbing fast as I kept fucking her. She came with a scream, body shaking, pussy squeezing me so tight I nearly lost it. But I wasn’t done.

I pulled out, flipping her onto her back again, her legs spreading eagerly. She was still panting, hair messy, lips swollen from kissing. I slid back into her, slow this time, savoring the way she arched up into me.

“Round two?” she smirked, biting her lip.

I grinned, thrusting deeper. “Fuck yeah.”

She wrapped herself around me, meeting me thrust for thrust, her moans rising again as I took her toward another orgasm. My balls tightened, heat building, but I held off—just a little longer—until she was shaking beneath me again, her nails scraping my skin.

Then I let go, slamming into her one last time as I came hard, my cock pulsing inside her. She gasped, milking me with her pussy, both of us panting, slick with sweat.

We collapsed in a tangled mess, still catching our breath.

She turned her head, smirking. “Still think you got a third in you?”

I laughed, pulling her close. “Try me.”