Indian Sex Comic: Mumbai Artist Riya's Pussy Gets Fucked Hard in Her Own Comic Studio

Riya froze in the doorway of her own comic studio when she saw Arjun standing at her drawing table with her unpublished indian sex comic pages spread open under the lamp, and her heart hammered because those pages held every secret fantasy she had ever drawn in ink. Arjun did not look away or pretend he had seen nothing, and his fingers rested lightly on the edge of a page where a woman who looked exactly like Riya was drawn in a moment of open desire. The studio smelled of paper and ink and the late night air from Mumbai came through the half open window, and Riya felt exposed in a way that had nothing to do with clothes.

Arjun turned slowly and held her gaze, and he said that he had not meant to pry but the folder had fallen when he was looking for a reference sheet for their next project. Riya walked forward on unsteady legs and tried to snatch the pages away, but Arjun caught her wrist gently and told her that the drawings were beautiful and honest and far braver than anything they had published together. Her breath caught at his praise because no one had ever seen that private side of her art, and the embarrassment in her chest began to melt into a warm and dangerous curiosity.

Riya asked him what he thought of the woman in the drawings, and Arjun answered without hesitation that he thought she wanted to be touched exactly the way she had drawn it, with patience and hunger at the same time. Riya felt her skin flush from her neck to her cheeks, and she admitted that she had drawn those pages late at night when she could not sleep for wanting a man who would look at her like that. Arjun stepped closer until the drawing table pressed against her hips, and the heat between them became something neither of them tried to hide anymore.

Arjun lifted her chin with one finger and kissed her slowly, and Riya answered the kiss with a hunger that surprised even her, because her hands were already pulling his shirt free from his jeans. He kissed her neck and her collarbone while his hands slid under her loose studio top, and he found her breasts warm and full under the thin fabric of her bra. Riya arched into his touch and whispered that she had imagined this exact moment while drawing, and Arjun smiled against her skin and said he intended to make the drawing real.

Arjun unbuttoned her top with deliberate care and slipped it from her shoulders, and then he unhooked her bra and let it fall to the studio floor among the scattered comic pages. Riya stood bare chested before him under the lamp, and Arjun cupped her breasts and thumbed her nipples until they hardened and she gasped and pressed herself harder into his palms. He bent his head and took one nipple into his mouth and sucked it slowly while his other hand kneaded her other breast, and Riya clutched his hair and moaned because the sensation matched the panels she had drawn so many times.

Riya tugged his shirt over his head and ran her hands over his bare chest and shoulders, and she felt his muscles tighten under her touch as she traced the lines of his body down to his waist. Arjun kissed her again, deeper this time, and his tongue explored her mouth while his hands moved to the waistband of her jeans and unbuttoned them with practiced ease. Riya helped him push her jeans and her panties down her legs, and she stepped out of them and stood naked in the middle of her studio, with ink stained fingers and a body that was trembling with want.

Arjun dropped to his knees in front of her and kissed her belly and her hips, and then he parted her thighs gently and pressed his mouth to her pussy with a slow and reverent hunger. Riya cried out and gripped the edge of the drawing table for balance as his tongue found her clit and circled it with steady pressure, and her legs shook as pleasure built in waves through her body. He licked her folds and sucked her clit and slid one finger inside her wet pussy while his tongue kept working, and Riya moaned his name again and again as her body opened completely to him.

Arjun stood and unbuckled his belt and pushed his jeans down, and Riya watched his hard cock spring free and felt her pussy clench with anticipation at the sight of it. She reached out and wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked it slowly, feeling its heat and hardness and the smooth skin under her palm, and Arjun groaned and thrust gently into her hand. Riya sank to her knees and took his cock into her mouth, and she sucked the head and licked the shaft while her hand pumped the base, and Arjun tangled his fingers in her hair and praised the way she used her mouth.

Riya sucked him deeper until he was fully hard and throbbing, and she looked up at him with her lips stretched around his cock and her eyes dark with desire. Arjun pulled her up and kissed her hard, tasting himself on her tongue, and then he lifted her onto the drawing table so that comic pages rustled beneath her bare hips. He spread her legs wide and positioned his cock at the entrance of her wet pussy, and Riya wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him toward her with urgent hands.

Arjun pushed his cock inside her pussy slowly, inch by inch, and Riya gasped as she felt herself stretch around him and fill completely with his hardness. He paused when he was fully inside her, and Riya clung to his shoulders and whispered for him to move, and Arjun began to thrust with deep and steady strokes that made the table creak under them. Each thrust drove his cock deep into her pussy and made her breasts bounce and her breath come in short desperate gasps, and Riya met every thrust by rocking her hips up to take him deeper.

Arjun gripped her hips and fucked her harder, and the rhythm grew faster as Riya moaned and dug her nails into his back and begged him not to stop. He leaned over her and kissed her neck and sucked her nipples while his cock pounded into her pussy, and Riya felt her orgasm building like a wave that she could no longer hold back. Her pussy tightened around his cock and her body shuddered as she came hard, and she cried out his name while her juices soaked his cock and the pages beneath her.

Arjun did not stop, and he kept thrusting through her orgasm until her body softened and then tightened again with a second rising wave of pleasure. Riya pulled him down for a messy kiss and whispered that she wanted him on the floor among her drawings, and Arjun lifted her off the table and laid her down on the scattered comic pages. He knelt between her legs and pushed his cock back into her pussy, and Riya spread her thighs wide and watched his face as he fucked her on top of the very art that had started everything.

Arjun fucked her in long deep strokes on the floor, and Riya reached down and rubbed her clit in circles while his cock moved inside her, and the double pleasure made her moan louder and arch her back off the paper. He grabbed her ankles and lifted her legs onto his shoulders, and the new angle drove his cock even deeper into her pussy and made her gasp at the intense fullness. Riya felt another orgasm crash through her as her pussy clenched hard around him, and Arjun groaned as her tightening pushed him closer to his own climax.

Arjun pulled out and turned her onto her hands and knees, and Riya presented her wet pussy to him with her back arched and her face pressed against a comic page. He gripped her hips and pushed his cock into her pussy from behind, and the doggy position let him thrust deep and fast while his hands squeezed her breasts from below. Riya pushed back against every thrust and moaned into the paper, and Arjun slapped her ass lightly and praised how perfectly her pussy took his cock from behind.

Arjun fucked her hard from behind until both of them were sweating and breathless, and Riya felt her third orgasm building as his cock rubbed her inner walls with every powerful stroke. He reached around and rubbed her clit fast while he kept thrusting, and Riya screamed as she came again, her pussy pulsing and dripping around his cock. Arjun thrust a few more times with deep and desperate strokes, and then he pulled out and came all over her back and ass, his hot cum landing in thick ropes across her skin while he groaned her name.

Riya wrapped her legs around Arjun and pulled him deep, and she whispered filthy praise in his ear about how hard his cock felt inside her pussy and how much she loved being fucked in her studio. Arjun answered by thrusting harder and kissing her throat, and Riya felt her body tighten once more as pleasure coiled low in her belly. She came with a long shuddering moan, and Arjun followed her over the edge and came deep inside her pussy this time, filling her with warm cum while he held her tightly against his chest.

Arjun stayed inside her as they lay together among the comic pages, and Riya felt his cum leaking from her pussy onto the paper beneath her hips. She smiled and said that page was now officially ruined and perfect at the same time, and Arjun kissed her forehead and said he would help her draw a new page in the morning. Riya traced his jaw with her finger and told him that she was no longer embarrassed about her secret drawings, because now they belonged to both of them.

Riya looked at Arjun and said that tomorrow they would draw together, and tonight they would simply rest and remember every touch and thrust. Arjun took her hand and led her back to the couch, and they lay together in the lamplight with comic pages scattered around them like a blanket. Riya closed her eyes with his arm around her waist and his breath warm on her neck, and she whispered that her comic had finally found its perfect ending in his arms.