The rain came down in sheets, drenching Abahy and Rohini as they hurried down the slick streets of Solapur’s Green City. Abahy’s white shirt clung to his chest, the fabric nearly transparent, while Rohini’s designer blouse hugged her curves, the wet material accentuating the fullness of her breasts and the sway of her hips. She laughed, tossing her soaked hair over her shoulder, her eyes glinting with something more than amusement.“Come to my place,” Rohini said, her voice low and inviting, barely audible over the pounding rain. “You’ll catch a cold out here.”Abahy hesitated, glancing at his watch. His wife was expecting him home soon, but the storm showed no signs of letting up. “Alright,” he agreed, his voice tight with unease.Rohini’s apartment was a sleek, modern space, all minimalist furniture and soft lighting. As soon as the door clicked shut behind them, the air felt charged, the sound of the rain outside muffled but persistent. Rohini turned to him, water dripping from her hair onto the polished floor. She stepped closer, her gaze locked on his.“You’re soaked,” she murmured, her fingers trailing up his chest, her touch burning through the wet fabric.Abahy swallowed hard, his breath catching. “Rohini, we shouldn’t…”She cut him off with a kiss, her lips pressing against his with a hunger that made his knees weak. It started soft, almost tender, but quickly deepened, her tongue tracing the seam of his lips until he parted them with a groan. Her hands slid around his neck, pulling him closer, her body pressed flush against his. He could feel the heat of her through their wet clothes, the way her hips ground into his with a deliberate urgency.“I’ve wanted this for so long,” she whispered against his mouth, her breath hot and sweet. “Don’t stop.”Abahy’s resolve crumbled. His hands found her waist, gripping her tightly as he kissed her back with equal fervor. Their tongues tangled, their breaths mingling in a rhythm that matched the pounding of the rain outside. Rohini’s fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. Her hands roamed over his chest, her nails scraping lightly over his skin, making him shiver.She dropped to her knees in one fluid motion, her hands sliding up his thighs before unbuckling his belt with practiced ease. Abahy’s breath hitched as she pulled down his pants and boxers, freeing his already hard cock. She looked up at him through her lashes, her lips curling into a wicked smile before she took him into her mouth.The warmth of her lips wrapped around him was electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. Her tongue swirled around the tip, teasing him mercilessly before she took him deeper, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. Abahy’s hands tangled in her hair, his hips moving involuntarily as he lost himself in the sensation.“Fuck, Rohini,” he groaned, his voice strained with desire.She moaned around him, the vibration making his legs tremble. Her hand cupped his balls, massaging them gently as she took him to the back of her throat. Her pace quickened, her lips sliding up and down his length with a rhythm that had him on the edge.When he was close, she pulled back, her lips glistening as she looked up at him. “Not yet,” she purred, standing up and leading him to the couch. She pushed him down onto it, straddling his lap as she kissed him again, her hands roaming over his chest and shoulders.Her own clothes came off in a blur, leaving her naked and exposed. Abahy’s eyes raked over her body, taking in the curve of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the swell of her hips. He leaned forward, capturing one nipple in his mouth as his hands explored the softness of her ass. She moaned, arching into him, her hands tangling in his hair.“Lick me,” she demanded, shifting her weight so she was kneeling over his face.Abahy didn’t need to be told twice. His hands gripped her thighs as he buried his face between her legs, his tongue lapping at her wetness. She gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair as he worked her clit with slow, deliberate strokes. Her hips moved against his mouth, grinding into him as she sought more friction.“Yes… just like that,” she moaned, her voice thick with pleasure.When she came, it was with a cry that shook her entire body. She collapsed onto the couch beside him, panting and trembling, but she wasn’t done. She reached for him again, pulling him on top of her and guiding him inside her with a desperate urgency.They moved together in perfect sync, their bodies slick with sweat and rain. Rohini’s nails dug into his back as she begged him for more, each word spilling from her lips like a prayer. “Harder… Don’t stop… I want to feel you inside me.”Abahy obliged, driving into her with a force that made her scream. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper as she arched into him with every thrust. When he was close, she grabbed his face and kissed him hungrily. “In my mouth,” she whispered, her voice shaky but insistent.He pulled out just in time, spilling himself into her waiting mouth as she moaned in satisfaction. She took every drop, her eyes never leaving his as she swallowed.But even then, she wasn’t satisfied. Rohini leaned back, pulling him down on top of her and wrapping her arms around him. “Stay,” she murmured, her breath warm against his skin as they lay there in the aftermath. “Please… don’t leave yet.”

The rain came down in sheets, drenching Abahy and Rohini as they hurried down the slick streets of Solapur’s Green City. Abahy’s white shirt clung to his chest, the fabric nearly transparent, while Rohini’s designer blouse hugged her curves, the wet material accentuating the fullness of her breasts and the sway of her hips. She laughed, tossing her soaked hair over her shoulder, her eyes glinting with something more than amusement.

“Come to my place,” Rohini said, her voice low and inviting, barely audible over the pounding rain. “You’ll catch a cold out here.”

Abahy hesitated, glancing at his watch. His wife was expecting him home soon, but the storm showed no signs of letting up. “Alright,” he agreed, his voice tight with unease.

Rohini’s apartment was a sleek, modern space, all minimalist furniture and soft lighting. As soon as the door clicked shut behind them, the air felt charged, the sound of the rain outside muffled but persistent. Rohini turned to him, water dripping from her hair onto the polished floor. She stepped closer, her gaze locked on his.

“You’re soaked,” she murmured, her fingers trailing up his chest, her touch burning through the wet fabric.

Abahy swallowed hard, his breath catching. “Rohini, we shouldn’t…”

She cut him off with a kiss, her lips pressing against his with a hunger that made his knees weak. It started soft, almost tender, but quickly deepened, her tongue tracing the seam of his lips until he parted them with a groan. Her hands slid around his neck, pulling him closer, her body pressed flush against his. He could feel the heat of her through their wet clothes, the way her hips ground into his with a deliberate urgency.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” she whispered against his mouth, her breath hot and sweet. “Don’t stop.”

Abahy’s resolve crumbled. His hands found her waist, gripping her tightly as he kissed her back with equal fervor. Their tongues tangled, their breaths mingling in a rhythm that matched the pounding of the rain outside. Rohini’s fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. Her hands roamed over his chest, her nails scraping lightly over his skin, making him shiver.

She dropped to her knees in one fluid motion, her hands sliding up his thighs before unbuckling his belt with practiced ease. Abahy’s breath hitched as she pulled down his pants and boxers, freeing his already hard cock. She looked up at him through her lashes, her lips curling into a wicked smile before she took him into her mouth.

The warmth of her lips wrapped around him was electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. Her tongue swirled around the tip, teasing him mercilessly before she took him deeper, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. Abahy’s hands tangled in her hair, his hips moving involuntarily as he lost himself in the sensation.

“Fuck, Rohini,” he groaned, his voice strained with desire.

She moaned around him, the vibration making his legs tremble. Her hand cupped his balls, massaging them gently as she took him to the back of her throat. Her pace quickened, her lips sliding up and down his length with a rhythm that had him on the edge.

When he was close, she pulled back, her lips glistening as she looked up at him. “Not yet,” she purred, standing up and leading him to the couch. She pushed him down onto it, straddling his lap as she kissed him again, her hands roaming over his chest and shoulders.

Her own clothes came off in a blur, leaving her naked and exposed. Abahy’s eyes raked over her body, taking in the curve of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the swell of her hips. He leaned forward, capturing one nipple in his mouth as his hands explored the softness of her ass. She moaned, arching into him, her hands tangling in his hair.

“Lick me,” she demanded, shifting her weight so she was kneeling over his face.

Abahy didn’t need to be told twice. His hands gripped her thighs as he buried his face between her legs, his tongue lapping at her wetness. She gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair as he worked her clit with slow, deliberate strokes. Her hips moved against his mouth, grinding into him as she sought more friction.

“Yes… just like that,” she moaned, her voice thick with pleasure.

When she came, it was with a cry that shook her entire body. She collapsed onto the couch beside him, panting and trembling, but she wasn’t done. She reached for him again, pulling him on top of her and guiding him inside her with a desperate urgency.

They moved together in perfect sync, their bodies slick with sweat and rain. Rohini’s nails dug into his back as she begged him for more, each word spilling from her lips like a prayer. “Harder… Don’t stop… I want to feel you inside me.”

Abahy obliged, driving into her with a force that made her scream. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper as she arched into him with every thrust. When he was close, she grabbed his face and kissed him hungrily. “In my mouth,” she whispered, her voice shaky but insistent.

He pulled out just in time, spilling himself into her waiting mouth as she moaned in satisfaction. She took every drop, her eyes never leaving his as she swallowed.

But even then, she wasn’t satisfied. Rohini leaned back, pulling him down on top of her and wrapping her arms around him. “Stay,” she murmured, her breath warm against his skin as they lay there in the aftermath. “Please… don’t leave yet.”

A chance encounter in the rain leads to a passionate, forbidden affair between cousins, Abahy and Rohini. Rohini seduces Abahy with a blowjob, which leads to a heated sexual encounter where Rohiny asks Abahy to end in her mouth.

Rain and Romance

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