Ratul slammed the door of his small mud house behind him, sweat still clinging to his chest from the long day in the fields. The village was quiet, but inside his mind it was anything but. His eyes locked on Rina, the neighbor’s young wife who had come over to borrow rice. She stood near the cooking corner, her thin sari clinging to her full hips and heavy breasts, the fabric damp from the evening heat.
“Close the window,” he said, voice low and rough. Rina turned, her dark eyes flashing with the same hunger he felt. She knew exactly why she had come at this hour when her husband was away.
She dropped the rice bag and stepped closer. “You always stare at me when I walk by the pond,” she said, pulling the end of her sari from her shoulder. Her blouse strained against her round tits, nipples already hard. “Today you’re going to do more than stare.”
Ratul grabbed her wrist and yanked her against him. His cock was already thick and pushing at his lungi. He shoved his hand under her sari, fingers finding the wet heat between her thighs. No underwear. “You came ready to get fucked,” he growled, rubbing her swollen clit in hard circles.
Rina moaned and spread her legs. “Fuck me like you mean it. I need it dirty.”
He spun her around and bent her over the wooden cot. The sari came up in one rough tug, exposing her round ass and dripping pussy. Ratul spat on his fingers and pushed two inside her, pumping fast. She was tight and soaked. “This cunt is begging for cock,” he said, pulling his lungi down. His thick shaft sprang free, the head already leaking.
He lined up and drove into her in one hard thrust. Rina cried out, gripping the edge of the cot as he started pounding. The wet slap of skin filled the small room. Every stroke went deep, his balls smacking her ass. She pushed back, meeting every thrust.
“Harder,” she hissed. “Fuck this married pussy like it’s yours.”
Ratul reached around and pinched her clit, then slapped her ass hard enough to leave a red mark. He pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and shoved her legs wide. Her pussy glistened. He buried his face between her thighs and licked her roughly, tongue fucking her hole before sucking her clit. Rina’s thighs shook as she came, juices coating his chin.
He didn’t give her time to recover. He climbed over her, shoved his cock back inside, and fucked her like an animal. The cot creaked loudly. Sweat dripped from his chest onto her tits. He yanked her blouse open, freed her breasts, and sucked a dark nipple hard while slamming into her.
Rina clawed his back. “Fill me up. I want your cum leaking out of me when I walk home.”
Ratul grunted and picked up speed, pounding her until his balls tightened. He pulled out at the last second and stroked his cock, shooting thick ropes across her stomach and tits. Some landed on her lips. She licked it off and smiled.
They weren’t done. Rina pushed him onto his back and straddled his face, grinding her soaked pussy on his mouth while she leaned down to suck his cock clean. The taste of her own cunt on him made her moan around his shaft. Ratul licked and sucked her until she came again, thighs squeezing his head.
She slid down and impaled herself on his still-hard cock, riding him fast and dirty, tits bouncing. Ratul grabbed her hips and thrust up to meet her, the room filled with the sound of wet fucking and her filthy moans.
When he came again, deep inside her this time, Rina collapsed on his chest, both of them breathing hard. Outside, the village stayed silent, unaware of the raw heat that had just burned through the night.
