As per the plan, I told our mutual friend that we would be coming to her wedding. At the same time, I reached out to a school friend who lived in the same town and asked him to book a room for me in a nearby hotel. Informed to Shwetha to wear something casual.
July 5th early morning I reached near her home, and there she was — in black track pants, a pink T-shirt, and a blue denim jacket. The moment I saw her, I couldn’t help but think she looked just like Hansika Motwani in that outfit. I wanted go and hug her there but behind her mom was there so i controlled my emotion.
We chatted casually for a few minutes in front of her mom, then waved goodbye and left. After crossing her street, she suddenly asked me to stop the car near the corner. I did as she said.
She leaned over and pulled in her arms, and hugged me tightly. Her voice was soft but full of feeling as she whispered, I love you so much..
I too hugged her tightly and replied i love u 2 and started kiss her shoulder..
Once we separated, I held her face and placed a soft peck on her lips. She immediately pulled me back and kissed me passionately. She was an expert — opening her mouth and letting my tongue explore hers. My hands roamed along her back, pulling her closer as our lips moved in deep, hungry rhythm. The air was filled with the sounds of our desire — two heated souls starving for each other. We kissed for over five minutes before finally pulling away to catch our breath.
I tried to kiss her again, but she said, Enough, babe, someone might see us. Let’s leave — once we get to the outskirts, we can do this. Her words only made me more excited..
I started the car and headed toward the highway..
On the way, I told her that I had booked a room so we could freshen up and get ready for the wedding. She was perfectly fine with it.
The entire journey, we were kissing, holding hands, and hugging like newlyweds on their way to their honeymoon..
Once we reached the hotel, we checked in as husband and wife. She blushed when I called her my wife. As soon as we entered the room, I pulled her close from behind, kissed along her cheeks, and pressed my hard cock against her ass, grinding slowly as I held her tight. She turned to face me and we began smooching like newlyweds lost in each other. Her lips were soft and irresistible; I pulled her even closer, my hands caressing her back and squeezing her ass firmly. She moaned softly into my mouth,
I slipped off her denim jacket, then lifted her into my arms and tossed her onto the bed. Climbing over her, I pressed my lips against hers again, kissing her deeply as my hand caressed her stomach. Without stopping, I slid my hand under her t-shirt, my mouth trailing down to her neck and ears—her sweetest weak spot that always turned her on instantly..
My hand slid up to her breasts, squeezing gently over her bra. She let out a soft moan, “Haaa…” and grabbed my hand.
Shwetha: “What are you doing?”
Me: “Loving every inch of your body… making you mine.”
She bit her lip, whispering nervously, “I think we should stop… we’re crossing a line.”