She Climbed Into My Lap on the Balcony and Sat Down on My Cock in One Move
She climbed into my lap on the balcony and sat down on my cock in one move.
No greeting. No warning. Ananya stepped out through the sliding door in nothing but one of my shirts, panties already pulled to the side, and sank down onto me while I was still sitting in the dark. I was already hard from watching her through the glass. The second she took me inside she was soaked and burning hot.
She didn’t ease into it. She planted her feet on either side of the chair and started riding me hard, hands braced on my shoulders, mouth open against my neck to stay quiet. The city stretched out below us. Anyone looking up from the right angle might have seen.
I gripped her hips and thrust up to meet her. She was dripping down my cock, making filthy wet sounds every time she bottomed out. I reached between us and rubbed tight circles over her clit. She came almost immediately, clamping down hard and shaking against me. I had to clamp a hand over her mouth to keep the cry from carrying.
I didn’t let her rest. I stood up with her still impaled on my cock, turned, and pressed her back against the balcony railing. She wrapped her legs around me. I fucked her standing, deep and relentless, while the night air cooled the sweat on our skin. She came a second time with her face buried in my shoulder. I followed right after, burying myself to the hilt and flooding her while we both trembled.
I stayed inside her, breathing hard. She was still pulsing around me, my cum already starting to leak out around my cock.
“Inside,” I growled. “Now.”
I carried her in without pulling out. We barely made it to the couch. I sat down and she started riding me again immediately, harder this time, like she was chasing something. I shoved the shirt up and sucked on her breasts while she bounced on my cock. She came a third time with a broken moan. I held her down and thrust up into her until I finished again, filling her a second time.
We didn’t stop.
The fourth time I put her on her hands and knees on the living room floor and took her from behind, one hand wrapped in her hair, the other reaching under to play with her swollen clit. She was so wet and full of me that the sound of every thrust was obscene. She came so hard her arms gave out. I held her hips up and kept fucking her until I emptied everything left deep inside her.
Afterward we collapsed together on the floor, sweaty and shaking. My cock was still twitching inside her. She was so full it leaked out every time either of us moved.
I kissed the back of her shoulder, voice wrecked.
“Next time just text me when you’re already wet. I’ll leave the balcony door open.”
She pushed back against me, still fluttering around my cock.
“I’m still wet,” she whispered.
I laughed—low, filthy—and felt myself starting to harden again inside her.
“Then we’re not done.”
And we weren’t. Not for a long time.
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