**First Time with Nandini**

I’d been dating Nandini for six months, and I swear, those six months felt like torture. She was gorgeous—soft brown skin, long black hair, and these perfect, pouty lips that drove me insane every time she smiled. We’d done everything *but* go all the way—kissing, grinding, me slipping my hand into her tight jeans to touch her wet pussy, even sucking her tits in the back of my car. But tonight? Tonight was different.

Her parents were out of town, and she had the whole house to herself. My cock was already hard as I walked up the driveway, my heart pounding like crazy. She opened the door in just a tank top and tiny shorts, her nipples poking against the thin fabric. “You’re late,” she murmured, biting her lip.

I didn’t even answer—just pushed her back inside, kicking the door shut behind me before slamming my mouth against hers. She moaned into the kiss, her hands grabbing at my shirt, yanking it off. My fingers dug into her hips, pulling her tight against me so she could feel my dick straining against my jeans. “Fuck, Nandini,” I groaned, sucking on her neck. “I can’t wait anymore.”

She grabbed my hand and dragged me to her room, her breath shallow. The second the door closed, I pinned her against it, my hands sliding under her tank top to grab her tits. They were so fucking perfect—round, soft, her nipples stiff under my fingers. She whimpered when I pinched them, her hips jerking forward. “Manik,” she gasped, “I want you… please.”

That was all it took. I ripped her clothes off, watching as her tits bounced free, then yanked her shorts and panties down in one go. Her pussy was already glistening, her lips puffy and wet. I dropped to my knees, pulling her closer by her thighs, and licked a hot stripe up her slit.

“Oh my god!” Her hands flew to my hair, her legs shaking. I buried my face between her thighs, lapping at her clit like I was starving. Her taste was fucking addictive—sweet, musky, and so damn wet. I sucked her clit hard, sliding two fingers inside her tight little cunt. She screamed, her body jerking, her walls clenching around my fingers. “F-fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop!”

I didn’t. I fucked her with my fingers, curling them just right, while my tongue circled her clit until her thighs clamped around my head. She came with a broken cry, her pussy pulsing, soaking my chin.

Before she could catch her breath, I stood up, stripping off my jeans and boxers. My cock sprang free, thick and leaking. Nandini’s eyes went wide. “It’s… it’s so big,” she whispered, reaching out to wrap her fingers around me.

I groaned, thrusting into her grip. “You ready?”

She bit her lip, nodding. I laid her back on the bed, spreading her legs, my cock brushing against her soaked entrance. “Shit, you’re tight,” I muttered, pushing the head in slowly.

Nandini gasped, her nails digging into my arms. “Ah—wait, it hurts—”

I kissed her, swallowing her whimpers, then thrust the rest of the way in. She cried out, her cunt clenching around me like a hot, wet vice. “Fuck, fuck,” I panted, holding still to let her adjust. “You feel so good, baby.”

After a second, she rocked her hips, and that was all the invitation I needed. I pulled out almost all the way before slamming back in, making her moan. Her tight little pussy gripped me perfectly, her legs locking around my waist as I fucked her harder. “Manik—oh god, yes,” she whimpered, her tits bouncing with each thrust.

I reached between us to rub her clit, and she came again instantly, her body shaking, her cunt squeezing my cock like she was trying to milk me dry. I couldn’t hold back anymore—with a grunt, I buried myself deep, pumping my cum inside her.

We collapsed together, panting, her skin sticky against mine. She traced lazy circles on my chest. “So… that was my first time,” she murmured.

I smirked, kissing her shoulder. “And definitely not the last.”