Hello friends, I’m Rakesh, 28 years old, 5 feet 10 inches tall, fair, with a fit body from hitting the gym. I live in Noida and work in an IT company, but my real passion is making friends with new girls and hearing their stories. Today, I’m sharing a true story from two years ago about me and a Filipina girl named Shelly—a wild, unforgettable experience that went from online chats to a steamy night of chudai.
It all started when I was chilling on the internet, browsing and passing time. That’s when I met Shelly online. She was 22, 5 feet 4 inches, with a cute round face, big sparkling eyes, and glowing fair skin. She was from the Philippines but had a bold, desi-like vibe that pulled me in. We started chatting daily—sometimes texts, sometimes video calls. Slowly, our talks got personal, and one day, the topic turned to sex. I jokingly asked, “Shelly, are you a virgin?” She burst out laughing and said, “Rakesh, I’m 22! No one stays a virgin this long here.” Her confidence got me curious, so I asked, “When did you lose your virginity?” She said it was when she was 18, and from there, our chats got hotter.
One night, we were on a video call, and she suddenly said, “Rakesh, I want to see your lund.” I grinned and shot back, “Okay, but you show your boobs first.” Without missing a beat, she pulled off her top. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and her round, pink boobs popped out—soft, milky, with perky pink nipples that made my mouth water. I said, “Damn, Shelly, you’re too sexy!” She giggled, covering her boobs shyly, and insisted, “Now your turn, show me!”
I didn’t waste time. I whipped out my 7-inch lund and started stroking it on camera. She shouted, “Hila aur zor se!” while squeezing her boobs and pinching her nipples. I teased, “Hold on, show me your chut first.” She hesitated a bit, acting coy, but after some pleading, she slid off her jeans and panties. Friends, her chut was a sight—pink, clean-shaven, like a creamy rose petal. I couldn’t stop staring. “Shelly, this is pure heaven,” I said, my voice shaking.
That’s when our cam sex kicked off. She started fingering her chut, moaning, “Ahhh… ohhh… ufff…” while I jerked my lund harder, her moans driving me wild. She was rubbing her chut like crazy, her fingers wet and shiny. Within minutes, we both came—my lund shot out, and she was dripping from her fingers, panting and smiling.
After that session, she dropped a bombshell: she was coming to India with her friends. We started planning every day—what we’d do, how we’d meet, and how we’d fuck. She was obsessed with my lund’s size, saying, “Rakesh, your lund is gonna make my chut so happy!” I’d tease her about her tight, pink chut, dreaming of the day I’d get to taste it for real.
Finally, the day arrived. Shelly landed in India and called me. We decided to meet in Agra, where she was staying with her friends at a hotel. She’d booked me a room on a different floor of the same hotel. When I saw her in person, my jaw dropped. She was even hotter than on camera—wearing tight jeans and a red top that hugged her curves, her boobs looking ready to burst out. Her eyes had a naughty spark, and her lips curved into a teasing smile.
We talked for hours, laughing and flirting. She went off to see the Taj Mahal with her friends but texted me, “Get ready for tonight, I’m in the mood to get fucked.” My heart raced. I rushed to the market, grabbed a sexy room spray and some flavored condoms, and waited eagerly. While waiting, I dozed off, exhausted from the excitement.
At midnight, the doorbell woke me up. I opened the door, and there was Shelly in a tight black dress, her curves screaming for attention. Her breath smelled faintly of beer, adding to her wild vibe. Before I could shut the door, she jumped on me, kissing my neck and nibbling with her teeth. I got an instant hard-on. I lifted her in my arms and started kissing her lips—soft, juicy, with a hint of beer. She shoved her tongue in my mouth, and we were lost in a hungry lip-lock.
She tore at my clothes, pulling off my t-shirt, lower, and underwear in one go. She dropped to her knees, grabbed my lund, and stuffed it in her mouth. Friends, her warm, wet mouth felt like paradise. She sucked my lund like a pro, her tongue swirling around the tip, making wet slurping sounds. “Rakesh, your lund is so big… it’s gonna fuck me so good,” she mumbled between sucks. I grabbed her hair, guiding her mouth deeper, her gagging sounds turning me on even more.
I pulled her up and yanked off her dress. She was wearing just a black panty, her pink nipples hard and begging for attention. I sucked one nipple, rolling the other between my fingers. She moaned, “Ahhh… Rakesh… suck harder… ohhh…” I slid my hand into her panty, feeling her chut—soaked and throbbing. I peeled off her panty, revealing her pink, puffy chut, glistening with wetness. I couldn’t resist. I buried my face between her legs, licking her chut’s soft folds. Her salty-sweet taste drove me wild. I flicked my tongue over her clit, and she screamed, “Ohhh… ufff… Rakesh… aur chato… ahhh…”
I slipped a finger into her tight chut, feeling it grip me. She was squirming, her hips bucking against my face. I added another finger, pumping slowly while sucking her clit. Her moans filled the room— “Ummm… ohhh… fuck… yesss…” She was dripping wet, her chut pulsing around my fingers. “Rakesh, ab chod de… fuck me… please…” she begged, her voice desperate.
I laid her on the bed, sliding a pillow under her ass to lift her chut. I sucked her boobs again, her nipples red from my bites. I put on a condom and rubbed my lund against her chut’s entrance. Thinking she’d done it before, I expected it to slide in easily, but her chut was so tight, only the tip went in. She gasped, “Ahhh… dheere… it hurts…” I pushed harder, and half my lund went in, a bit of blood trickling out. She winced, clutching me tightly. I paused, kissing her lips to calm her.
After a moment, I started moving slowly, her chut gripping my lund like a vice. Each thrust made her moan, “Ahhh… ohhh… Rakesh… aur zor se…” The room echoed with the wet fap-fap-fap of our bodies. I squeezed her boobs, her nipples hard under my fingers. She started lifting her ass, matching my thrusts, her chut getting wetter and looser.
Five minutes in, she whispered, “Rakesh, fuck me doggy style.” I flipped her over, her round, silky ass in the air. I slammed my lund into her chut, and she screamed, “Ahhh… haan… chod mujhe…” The fap-fap-fap sound got louder as I pounded her, her ass jiggling with each thrust. Her moans were wild— “Ohhh… ufff… aur zor se…”
Then she said, “I want to ride you.” I lay back, and she climbed on top, guiding my lund into her chut. It disappeared inside her, and she bounced like crazy, her boobs jiggling in my hands. “Haan… Rakesh… fuck… so good…” she moaned, her chut squeezing me tight. I grabbed her ass, helping her ride faster, the bed creaking under us.
After 10 minutes, I felt my climax building. “Shelly, I’m gonna cum,” I groaned. She slid off, ripped off the condom, and took my lund in her mouth, sucking hard. I exploded, my cum filling her mouth as she licked every drop, her eyes locked on mine.
We collapsed on the bed, sweating and panting. She rested her head on my chest and said, “Rakesh, this was the best fuck of my life.” I kissed her and replied, “Just the start, Shelly.”