Indian teen sucks bro’s big dick, gets anal

That night with my Indian boyfriend, I finally worked up the nerve to try that hot indian teen anal fantasy we’d been teasing each other about for weeks, and honestly, it started so innocently—we were just lying on his bed, scrolling through memes, when his hand slid under my kurti and everything just shifted from casual to electric in a single breath. He pulled me closer, and I could feel how hard he was through his jeans, that familiar bulge pressing against my thigh, and I remember thinking how much I loved the weight of him, the way his breath hitched when I traced my fingers along his waistband. I slid down, took him in my mouth, and God, he tasted like salt and musk, and I loved the way he groaned my name, his fingers tangling in my hair as I worked him slowly, teasing the tip with my tongue before taking him deeper until my nose brushed his skin. But we both knew this was just a warm-up, because he whispered in that low voice that he wanted to be inside me, wanted to claim every inch, and I felt that shiver race down my spine as I nodded, letting him guide me onto my stomach. The first press of his cock against my ass was a shock of pressure, my body tensing as he eased in bit by bit, his hands gripping my hips to hold me steady, and I gasped at the stretch, at how full and impossibly tight it felt as he sank into me completely. He started moving slow, giving me time to adjust, but then his rhythm picked up, each thrust hitting that perfect spot deep inside, and I was moaning into the pillow, my nails digging into the sheets as he fucked me harder, his breath hot on my neck. I came undone so fast, that wave crashing over me as he followed right behind, both of us collapsing in a sweaty, breathless heap, and I just lay there, grinning, thinking about how that encounter was more intense than anything I’d ever imagined.