She pushed open the door to the old storeroom behind her family’s house, the monsoon rain hammering the tin roof. Meena was already there, leaning against the stacked rice sacks, her thin cotton sari half undone. Her dark nipples showed through the wet fabric. “Lock it,” she said in Kannada, voice low and rough. “No one comes in.”
I slid the bolt. The air smelled like damp earth and sweat. Meena yanked her pallu down, tits spilling out, heavy and brown. “Come here and suck them like you mean it.” I dropped to my knees, grabbed her hips, and pulled one stiff nipple into my mouth, biting just enough to make her hiss. She grabbed my hair and ground my face harder against her chest. “Harder, bitch. Don’t be gentle.”
My hand went straight between her legs. She wasn’t wearing anything under the sari. Her cunt was already slick, lips puffy and hot. Two fingers slid in easy. She was dripping. “Fuck, you’re soaked,” I muttered against her tit. She laughed, short and dirty. “Been thinking about your tongue all day. Lick it.”
I pulled the sari up to her waist and buried my face in her. She tasted salty and sharp. My tongue flicked her clit fast while my fingers pumped her. Meena’s thighs shook. She swore in Kannada, calling me a filthy girl, telling me to eat her like I was starving. When she came she clamped her legs around my head and flooded my mouth, hips jerking.
She didn’t give me time to breathe. She hauled me up, spun me around, and bent me over the sacks. My own sari was ripped aside. Two rough fingers shoved straight into my cunt. “Your turn,” she growled. She finger-fucked me hard and fast, the wet sound loud even over the rain. Her thumb rubbed my asshole, pressing but not going in yet. I pushed back, wanting more.
Meena spat on my ass and worked a finger inside. The stretch burned then turned hot. She pumped both holes at once, knuckles deep.
I came fast, cunt clenching around her fingers, legs trembling. She didn’t stop. She kept going until I was shaking and begging in a mix of English and Kannada.
We switched places. I made her get on all fours on the sacks, ass up. I licked her from behind, tongue dragging over her asshole and back to her dripping slit. She reached back and spread herself wider. “Put your tongue in my ass,” she ordered. I did. She moaned loud, pushing back. I worked two fingers into her cunt while I tongue-fucked her ass. She came again, cursing, cunt pulsing around my fingers.
After that we just fucked like animals. She rode my thigh, grinding her wet cunt up and down until she left a shiny streak on my skin. I fingered her while she sucked my tits, teeth scraping. We ended up on the floor, legs scissored, cunts rubbing together hard and sloppy. Every thrust made wet sounds. We came at the same time, foreheads pressed together, breathing like we’d run miles.
When we finally stopped, the rain had eased. Meena wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and grinned. “Same time tomorrow?” I nodded, already sore and already wanting more. She straightened her sari, kissed me once, rough and quick, then slipped out into the wet evening. I stayed a minute longer, breathing in the smell of our sex, already planning how I’d make her scream next time.
