The day we took our virginities was the finest day in our lives. Afterall it was the day which led to this moment.
The current moment where Neha's tits jiggled with each thrust as I pumped in and out of her wet pussy in our ever romantic Missionary style.
"Aah! Piyush! Aur!" She moaned as I pumped myself in her wet heat.
Our breathing grew heavier, synchronized with the rhythmic slap of our bodies. Neha's eyes filled with a mix of pleasure and love, never left mine. Her nails dug into my back, which only fueled my desire. We had done this so many times before, but the intensity was never the same. Each thrust felt like I was claiming her again, as if the last time had only been a sweet memory and not a reality.
Her moans grew louder as they echoed through the room. The sweat trickled down my forehead mixed with hers as we moved in unison. Her legs tightened around my waist, pulling me in deeper, urging me to go faster. The heat from her skin seared into me, and the grip of her pussy was like a warm, wet vice that didn't want to let go.
I reached down and began to rub her clit in a circular motion, feeling it swell and harden under my fingertips. Neha's eyes rolled back, and she arched her back, pushing her chest towards me. Her breasts bounced as she lost herself in the sensation.
My strokes grew faster, harder, as I felt myself nearing the edge.
Neha sensed it too, her breath coming in shorter gasps. She reached down, her hands traveled up to her own chest. She began to play with her tits, pinching her nipples lightly. Her eyes never left mine as she started to grope herself, a silent invitation for me to join in her pleasure.
I leaned down and took one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking and biting it gently. She gasped and her pussy clenched around my cock, the sensation shooting sparks through my body. I took the other nipple in my hand, twisting it slightly, and felt her respond with a tremble beneath me.
I thrust into her one last time, my balls slapping against her ass, and felt the explosion of pleasure as I came deep inside the condom. Neha's eyes went wide, and she cried out my name as her orgasm washed over her. Her pussy clamped down on my cock, and she shuddered in ecstasy.
For a moment, we stayed like that, our bodies locked together, the only sounds in the room the gentle echoes of our breathing and the thundering of our hearts.
Finally, I pulled out, my cock covered with the chocolate flavoured condom that I had bought.
Neha looked up at me with a satisfied smile, her cheeks flushed with color. She sat up, her legs still trembling slightly, and began to peel off the condom. She tossed it into the trash can in the corner, and I couldn't help but watch the way her body moved. She was so beautiful, even in the aftermath of passion.
