“Then stop talking like a form.”
Kissing started in the pairs they already knew.
Sanjay and Puja first, deep, her tits flattened to his chest, his cock trapped against her shaved cunt, sliding, not in. She bit his lip. He grabbed her ass with both hands and she said, “Slap it,” and he did—sharp, the flesh shaking, a red bloom answering last night.
Raja and Sonam next. She pulled his mouth down and put his hand on her breast. Pointy nipple between his fingers. His other palm found her ass; she pushed back into it.
“Harder, Bhaiya. You watched me bend. Now hold it.”
He slapped her ass and she moaned into his mouth, shocked at her own volume.
Vivek kissed Akriti like he was still afraid of the warden and she laughed against his teeth and made it filthy. She put his hand between her legs so his fingers met shaved wet heat.
“That’s what you were inventing in the steam. Slap my ass and don’t miss.”
He slapped. Once. Clumsy. She made him do it again until the sound was clean.
Then they exchanged.
Akriti took Sanjay by the jaw.
“You imagined me dressed. I’m not dressed. Ask.”
“Can I kiss you.”
“Yes.”
The kiss was slower than Puja’s and meaner than Vivek’s. Sanjay’s hand filled with her ass; she put his other hand on her tit and dragged his thumb over the point. Puja watched from an inch away and slapped Sanjay’s own ass, laughing, then slapped Akriti’s for symmetry. Akriti swore and kissed him harder.
Sonam went to Vivek.
“Your turn to be in the wrong house.”
She kissed him. He made a broken noise. She took his hand around to her ass and one to her shaved pussy, two fingers along the slit, not in.
“You wanted to watch Raja’s sister. Watch with your hands. Slap.”
He slapped her ass and she gasped into his mouth. Raja watched that slap travel across her skin and pulled Puja into his lap without asking twice.
Puja and Raja.
“You couldn’t forget me,” she said. “So don’t forget now.”
Kissing, messy. His cock against her ass while she faced him, then while she turned, grinding. He slapped her tit first by accident, then her ass on purpose when she said, “Again. Group me, don’t museum me.”
Grouping happened because the bed was too small for manners.
Three mouths finding three mouths. Sanjay kissing Puja, then Sonam leaning in and taking Sanjay’s mouth away, then Puja kissing Sonam because Sonam said, “If we are doing the ugly version, do it,” and their nipples dragged together, point to point. Akriti behind Sonam, tits to Sonam’s back, slapping Sonam’s ass so it pushed her into Sanjay’s cock. Vivek’s hands on Akriti’s waist, then on Puja’s breast when Puja pulled his wrist there. Raja’s palm cracking against Akriti’s ass while Akriti had Sanjay’s tongue.
Pairs kept rotating inside the pile.
Sanjay–Puja: her legs around him, kissing, his fingers spreading her ass, a slap that made her cunt slide along his shaft.
Raja–Sonam: her on his thighs, facing him, nipples painting his chest, his hand spanking her in time with the grind.
Vivek–Akriti: she bit his shoulder, put his fingers back on her shaved pussy, told him to slap her ass every time she rocked.
