From the very first day of college, Aryan’s eyes were locked on her. Twenty-two years old, living in the boys’ hostel, his mind spent far more time on one particular girl than on any textbook. Her name was Riya — twenty-one, fair skin, long black hair that fell down her back, and a body that refused to be ignored. In tight jeans her round, firm ass looked so perfect it made his cock harden every single time she walked past. Her breasts were the ideal size, always threatening to spill out of her blouse. Same campus, same canteen, same library… everywhere he went, that soft, juicy ass kept spinning in his head. Sometimes she would casually run her hand over her thighs or adjust her jeans, and Aryan would wonder how tight her pussy must be, how wet it would get when someone finally fucked her properly. One dimly lit party night changed everything. Loud music pulsed across the ground behind the campus.
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