Blanket Secrets: Trip Temptation Unleashed

Neel and manu are on the trip with their friends group they all are friends from college days Neel is like a leder of the group but always single while manu has a most relationship shipment and always horny but currently single from last one year others in their group are in relationship On first night of the trip they decided to book only one room for all and due to other couple Neel and Manu endup in single bed under single blanket Sexual tension between them rise under blanket this is a most satisfying and exiting sex experience for manu Next morning she couldn't walk properly but they had various sex encounters throughout the trip and sucessful keel secrate from all of others

The group's van screeched into the mountain resort after dark, everyone buzzed from cheap beer and road-trip playlists. Neel, the unofficial kingpin since college—tall, ripped, always calling shots—led the pack to the last room available: one cramped suite with two queen beds. The three couples claimed one bed each, giggling and groping as they paired off. That left Neel and Manu squeezed onto the other, under a thin blanket that barely covered their legs. Manu, the group's most experienced in bed—endless hookups over the years, always wet and ready, single for a year now—felt her pulse spike. Neel's thigh pressed against hers, his body heat radiating like a furnace. She shifted, her tank top riding up, shorts hugging her ass. "Tight fit," she whispered, voice husky. His hand brushed her hip. "Deal with it." But his fingers lingered, tracing the edge of her shorts. Tension crackled. Under the blanket, her nipples hardened against her bra. She bit her lip, thighs clenching as his palm slid higher, cupping her mound through the fabric. Wetness soaked her panties instantly. "Fuck, you're dripping," he growled low, so the snoring couples wouldn't hear. He yanked her shorts aside, two thick fingers plunging into her slick heat. Manu gasped, hips bucking, grinding down as he pumped hard, thumb circling her swollen clit. She clawed his chest, stifling moans while his cock throbbed against her thigh, rock-hard and leaking. He flipped her onto her stomach, shoving her shorts down. His zipper rasped; then his fat cockhead nudged her entrance. One brutal thrust buried him balls-deep. She buried her face in the pillow, ass up, as he railed her—deep, punishing strokes slapping skin on skin. Her walls clenched, orgasm ripping through her like fire, juices squirting onto his shaft. Neel didn't stop, pounding until he flooded her pussy with hot cum. They collapsed, panting, secret sealed in the dark.

Next morning, Manu woke sore, thighs sticky with dried cum, her pussy tender from Neel's relentless pounding. She tried to stand—legs wobbling like jelly—but bit back a whimper as the group stirred. "Rough night?" Neel smirked, handing her coffee, his eyes promising more. Hiking later, the couples lagged behind on the trail. Neel pulled her into thick pines, pinning her against bark-rough trunk. "Can't wait," he rasped, hiking her skirt, ripping panties down her legs. She spread wide, dripping again, as he freed his thick cock—veins pulsing, precum beading. He hoisted her thigh, slamming in deep, her slick walls gripping every ridge. Manu clawed his shoulders, muffling cries as he rutted hard—balls slapping her ass, stretching her raw. "Fuck, so tight," he grunted, fingers digging into her hip, thumb grinding her clit. Her juices coated his shaft, orgasm building fast, body quaking against the tree.

Manu shattered, pussy spasming wildly around Neel's pistoning cock, her squirt drenching his balls as she bit his shoulder to silence her scream. He growled, thrusting erratic now, unloading ropes of thick cum deep inside her, flooding her until it leaked down her thigh. They straightened clothes just as laughter echoed—Riya and Vik from the group, hand-in-hand, rounding the bend. "There you two are! Thought you got lost," Riya called, oblivious, her eyes flicking to Manu's flushed cheeks. Neel grinned easy, wiping sweat. "Scouting the view. Killer spot up ahead." Manu nodded, legs shaky, cum trickling warmly between her folds as she walked. Vik clapped Neel's back. "Lead on, boss." By campfire that night, couples snuggled while Manu sat close to Neel, his hand sneaking under her jacket, pinching her nipple hard through lace. She squirmed, clit throbbing anew, whispering, "Bathroom. Now." He followed minutes later, locking the door. She dropped to knees on cold tile, yanking his zipper, sucking his cock deep—tongue swirling the salty head, gagging as he face-fucked her roughly.

Manu gagged harder, throat convulsing around Neel's throbbing shaft as he gripped her hair, forcing deeper. Saliva dripped from her chin, mixing with his precum, while she hollowed her cheeks, sucking greedily. "That's it, swallow me," he hissed, hips bucking. Outside, Vik's voice boomed through the thin door—laughing with Riya about some trail mishap. The risk spiked Manu's pulse; she moaned around his cock, pussy clenching empty. Neel yanked her up by the ponytail, spinning her to face the sink. He shoved her shorts down, kicking her legs apart. His slick cock nudged her soaked entrance, then plunged in—balls-deep in one brutal thrust. She braced on the counter, ass cheeks rippling from the impact, his hand clamping her mouth. Riya knocked suddenly. "Manu? You okay in there?" Neel didn't stop, pounding relentlessly, her muffled gasps the only reply.