**The All-Nighter with Nandini at the Indian Wedding**

I never expected this when my cousin dragged me to his friend’s wedding in Delhi. But here I was, two drinks deep, watching *her* from across the dance floor—Nandini, the bride’s distant cousin, dressed in a shimmering red lehenga that hugged her curves just right. The way she moved her hips to the dhol beats had me hard in seconds.

Our eyes locked. A slow, knowing smirk played on her lips as she tilted her head toward a quieter corner behind the tent. I didn’t hesitate.

We slipped away, the music fading as we found a dimly lit alcove behind the decorations. Before I could say anything, Nandini pushed me against the wall, her fingers gripping my collar. “You’ve been staring all night, *Manik*,” she whispered, her breath hot against my ear.

“Couldn’t help it,” I admitted, my hands sliding down to her waist. “Not when you dance like that.”

She laughed, low and throaty, before crushing her lips against mine. Her tongue was in my mouth instantly, greedy and demanding. I groaned as she ground her hips into my throbbing cock, the thin fabric of my pants doing nothing to hide how much I wanted her.

Her fingers worked fast, unbuttoning my kurta before shoving it open. “Fuck, you’re built,” she murmured, running her hands down my chest. I wasn’t letting her do all the work—I grabbed the back of her choli, pulling her closer as my other hand slid beneath her lehenga. My fingers found the waistband of her panties, already soaked.

“You’re fucking drenched,” I growled against her neck, nipping the skin there.

Nandini moaned, arching into my touch. “Been wet since you sat down at dinner,” she confessed, her voice shaking as I pushed her panties aside and dragged two fingers through her slick folds. “Fuck—yes, *just like that*.”

I curled my fingers inside her, her cunt clenching around me instantly. She was tight, hot, and so fucking wet my dick ached. “Wanna taste you,” I murmured, dropping to my knees right there in the shadows.

She gasped as I yanked her lehenga up, hooking her thighs over my shoulders. I didn’t waste time—I buried my face between her legs, licking a long stripe up her pussy.

“*Fuck!*” Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling hard as I sucked her clit between my lips. I swirled my tongue around it, fucking her with my fingers while she rocked against my mouth. Her taste was intoxicating, sweet and musky, and I couldn’t get enough.

“Gonna make me cum already,” Nandini whimpered, her thighs trembling.

“Good,” I growled against her. “Cum on my tongue.”

She came with a sharp cry, her back slamming against the wall as her cunt pulsed around my fingers. I didn’t let up, licking her through it until her legs gave out and she tugged me up.

“My turn,” she panted, her fingers already unbuckling my pants. She shoved them down just enough to free my cock, thick and leaking against my stomach. “*Fuck*, you’re huge.”

Before I could react, she dropped to her knees, taking me into her mouth in one smooth motion. I groaned, my head falling back as her warm, wet lips slid down my shaft. She sucked me deep, her tongue swirling around the head every time she pulled back.

“Nandini—*fuck*—” My hips jerked as she took me all the way down her throat, gagging slightly before relaxing into it. The sight of her, makeup smudged, lips stretched around my cock, was enough to make me lose it.

But I wasn’t finishing in her mouth. I hauled her up, spinning us around to pin her against the wall. “Need to be inside you,” I gritted out, hiking up her lehenga again.

She hooked one leg around my waist, guiding my cock to her entrance. “Then *fuck me*,” she demanded.

I pushed inside in one hard thrust, her cunt gripping me like a vise. “*Shit*—you’re so tight,” I groaned, my hands gripping her ass to hold her steady.

Nandini threw her head back, moaning as I started fucking her deep, each stroke dragging her clit against me. The wet slap of skin, her choked whimpers—it was fucking perfect.

“Harder,” she begged, nails digging into my shoulders.

I obliged, slamming into her with everything I had. The wall rattled behind her, but we didn’t stop. Her cunt clenched around me, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “I’m—I’m gonna cum again,” she moaned.

“Do it,” I growled, fucking her faster. “Cum on my cock.”

She shattered with a scream, her pussy pulsing around me as she came. The tightness pushed me over the edge—I buried myself to the hilt, groaning as I spilled inside her.

We stayed like that, panting, until the distant sound of the wedding music reminded us where we were. Nandini smirked, wiping her smudged lipstick with her thumb. “Round two?”

I grinned. It was gonna be a *long* night.