Ananya pushed open the door to the old farm shed, her tight salwar kameez already sticking to her sweat-slick skin from the Karnataka heat. Megha followed right behind, both of them eighteen and burning for it. "Fuck, lock it," Ananya hissed, yanking off her dupatta. Her full tits strained against the thin fabric, nipples hard as stones. Megha slammed the bolt and spun around, eyes hungry. "Been waiting all day to taste that Kannada pussy again," she growled, dropping to her knees. She shoved Ananya's pants down and buried her face between those thick thighs, tongue dragging straight up the wet slit. Ananya moaned loud, grabbing Megha's hair. "Yes, eat it raw, you dirty bitch." Megha sucked hard on the swollen clit, two fingers jamming deep into the tight hole, pumping fast and sloppy. Juices ran down her chin as Ananya bucked, cursing in Kannada mixed with English. "Ninna tholu, fuck me harder." They didn't stop until Ananya came shaking, flooding Megha's mouth.
Then it was Megha's turn. Ananya flipped her over the hay bale, spread her ass cheeks, and licked that puckered hole while fingering the dripping cunt. "You love this filthy shit," she muttered, spitting on it and sliding three fingers in. They fucked like animals for hours, switching positions, grinding pussies together until both were sore and soaked, the shed filled with wet slaps and raw moans. When they finally left, legs trembling, they knew the night was just the start of their secret Kannada heat.
