The taller one, with a cocky grin, moved closer, his shoulder brushing hers. “Hot day, huh?” he said, his hand grazing her hip, feeling the absence of panties. Sonia leaned into him, her voice low. “Hotter than you think.” The second guy, shorter but bolder, pressed against her other side, his fingers tracing her bare midriff, then slipping under the saree’s edge to brush her clit, wet and swollen. She moaned softly, her eyes flicking to the crowd, knowing Rohan would want every detail.
They guided her to a corner near the train’s restroom, a cramped, semi-secluded space. Sonia hiked her saree to her waist, exposing her pussy, the arrow of hair pointing to her glistening clit. The taller guy unzipped, his cock thick and hard, and she straddled him, guiding him into her wet heat, her moans muffled against his neck. The shorter guy watched, stroking himself, then took his turn, lifting her against the wall, thrusting deep as her breasts bounced, nearly spilling out of the blouse. Her clit rubbed against him, her orgasm crashing through her as he came, hot and messy, inside her. The taller guy followed, pulling out to cum on her face, streaks of white dripping down her cheeks, some landing on her clit, mingling with her wetness.
Sonia adjusted her saree, the cum still on her face and pussy, her clit glistening as she walked back through the train, passengers staring, some whispering. She stepped off at the station, spotting Rohan’s car. He opened the door, his eyes wild as he saw the cum dripping down her face, her clit marked and visible through the sheer saree. In the car, he pushed her onto the seat, his tongue licking the cum from her pussy, savoring every drop, her clit throbbing under his mouth. “You’re fucking perfect,” he groaned, cleaning her thoroughly before flipping her over, fucking her hard, her moans filling the car as her breasts bounced, the saree bunched at her waist.
Monday morning, Sonia wore her black camisole to the apartment stairwell, the hem at her ass cheeks, her 34DD breasts spilling out through the armholes, nipples hard, her arrow of hair and clit exposed with every step. Rohan’s dare was simple: “Fuck someone on the stairs again. Let Aryan see. I’ll watch from the service stairwell.” She nodded, her body already wet at the thought.
A repairman, mid-20s, was fixing a light on the third-floor landing, his toolbelt clanking. Sonia approached, the camisole barely covering her, her breasts bouncing, side curves fully exposed. “Need a hand?” she purred, leaning close, her clit visible as she spread her legs slightly. His eyes widened, his hands fumbling as he stared at her pussy, the arrow pointing to her glistening clit. She pulled him to a corner, her hands unzipping his pants, freeing his cock, thick and pulsing.
She straddled him, the camisole hiked up, her breasts popping out completely, nipples brushing his chest as she rode him, her pussy gripping his cock, her clit rubbing against him. Her moans echoed softly, the stairwell’s dim light casting shadows. Aryan, the neighbor’s 17-year-old son, appeared on the landing above, his eyes wide but a knowing smile spreading across his face. He winked, then ran off, shouting, “Gonna play with friends!” Sonia laughed mid-thrust, her orgasm building as the repairman pounded her, her breasts bouncing wildly.