"God, I'm still sore from last night," Vidhya murmured, stretching her legs under the crisp hotel sheets, a faint smile playing on her lips as she felt the pleasant ache between her thighs.

Venkat rolled over, his hand finding the warm curve of her hip. "You were so loud, Vidhya. I thought the whole wedding party would hear you."

"Your parents were right next door," she giggled, arching into his touch as his fingers trailed lower. "I couldn't help it. You were so... deep."

"Fuck, you're still so wet for me," he groaned, his fingers slipping easily into her slick heat, feeling her inner walls clench around them. "Tell me you want it again."

"I always want it," she breathed, her hips beginning a slow, grinding rhythm against his hand. "Your cock felt so good stretching me open. I want to feel you pound my pussy raw, just like last night."

The sound of their breathing grew heavier, mingling with the soft, wet noises of his fingers working in and out of her. "Mmm... yes... right there, Venkat. Your fingers aren't as thick as your dick, but you know exactly how to rub my spot."

"I'm going to fuck you so hard in this hotel room," he promised, his voice a low growl as he leaned down to capture her nipple in his mouth, sucking hard. "I'm going to make you scream so loud they hear us all the way at those temples."

"The temples!" she gasped, her back arching off the bed as he teased her. "That's what I wanted to talk about. The carvings... I saw pictures. The things they're doing... We have to go see them."

He released her nipple with a pop, his eyes dark with lust. "The erotic ones? The ones with all the fucking? What about them?"

"I want to see them with you," she whispered, pulling him on top of her, guiding his hard cock to her entrance. "I want to get so turned on looking at them that we have to find a dark corner and you have to fuck me right there, against a thousand-year-old wall."

"Jesus, Vidhya," he moaned, the head of his dick pressing against her soaked folds. "You're such a dirty girl. You want people to see?"

"Maybe," she teased, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Maybe I want to be one of those carvings for you. Now stop talking and fuck me. I need to feel you inside."

He didn't need to be told twice. With a single, powerful thrust, he buried his entire length into her dripping cunt, making her cry out. "Oh God! Yes! So full!"

"Your pussy is gripping me like a fist," he grunted, setting a relentless, deep rhythm, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing in the luxurious room. "You love this dick, don't you?"

"I love your big, hard cock splitting me open!" she screamed, her nails digging into his back. "Fuck me harder! Make me come all over you!"

His balls slapped against her ass with each punishing thrust. The bed creaked in protest. He could feel her tightening around him, her inner muscles fluttering as her climax built. "I'm going to fill this tight little cunt with my cum," he growled into her ear.

"Do it! Breed me, Venkat! I want to feel you shoot hot inside me!"

Her plea pushed him over the edge. With a final, brutal plunge, he erupted, his cock pulsing violently as stream after stream of thick semen flooded her depths. She came apart beneath him, her body convulsing, a long, wailing moan tearing from her throat as her own release soaked the sheets beneath them.

They lay panting, tangled together, the smell of sex thick in the air. He was still semi-hard inside her.

"Later," she said, her voice hoarse, tracing the sweat on his chest. "After we see the carvings... I have ideas."

"Fuck, you're going to be the death of me," he laughed, rolling off her. "Let's get cleaned up. I can't wait to see what those ancient sculptures inspire in my wife."

"Let's see if we can find some privacy," he whispered against her neck, his hand sliding down to cup her ass through the thin fabric of her dress. "I want to taste you right here, with all these stone lovers watching."

"Venkat, someone might see," she gasped, though her hips pressed forward into his touch.

"Let them," he growled, his fingers finding the hem of her dress. "Let them see how wet their ancient art makes you."

His fingers slipped beneath her panties, finding her already slick and swollen. "Fuck, you're dripping," he groaned, circling her clit with two rough fingers. "All these carvings... they've got your pussy throbbing, haven't they?"

"Yes," she breathed, her head falling back against the warm stone. "Oh God, right there... don't stop..."

He worked her with practiced precision, his thumb pressing hard against her clit while two fingers plunged deep into her cunt. "You like being fingered where anyone could walk by? You dirty fucking exhibitionist."

"Only for you," she moaned, her legs trembling. "I want to come all over your hand right here..."

The wet, slick sounds of his fingers working her pussy echoed softly against the ancient walls. "That's it, baby... let me feel you cream on my fingers..."

Her orgasm hit suddenly, violently, her body convulsing against the temple wall as she bit her lip to keep from screaming. "Venkat... oh fuck..."

He kept fingering her through the aftershocks, watching her face contort with pleasure. "Look at you... coming against a fucking temple wall like one of these stone sluts."

When she finally stilled, breathing heavily, he brought his glistening fingers to her lips. "Taste yourself, Vidhya. Taste how turned on these carvings made you."

She sucked his fingers clean, her tongue swirling around them hungrily. "I need your cock now," she whispered, her eyes dark with need. "I need you to fuck me right here."

He fumbled with his pants, his hard dick springing free, already leaking precum. "Against the wall? Like the carving we just saw?"

"Yes," she breathed, turning to face the wall and arching her back. "Fuck me from behind... make me your living sculpture."

He pressed against her, his cock sliding through her wetness before positioning himself at her entrance. "You're so fucking wet... my dick's sliding in so easy..."

"Don't be gentle," she begged, pushing back against him. "Pound my pussy... make me feel it tomorrow..."

He drove into her with one brutal thrust, burying his entire length in her tight cunt. "Fuck... you're gripping me like a vice..."

The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the small space as he fucked her hard and deep, his balls slapping against her clit with every thrust. "You like that? You like being fucked like an ancient temple whore?"

"Yes! Harder! Oh God, right there!" she cried out, her nails scraping against the stone carvings.

He reached around to rub her clit in rough circles, feeling her inner muscles beginning to flutter around his cock. "That's it... come all over my dick... cream all over this ancient stone..."

She came with a broken scream, her pussy clamping down on his thrusting cock as waves of pleasure ripped through her. "Venkat! I'm coming! Don't stop!"

He kept pounding into her through her orgasm, driving her higher until he felt his own release building. "I'm going to fill this dirty little cunt... going to pump you full of cum right here..."

With a final, shuddering thrust, he came hard, his cock pulsing violently as he emptied himself deep inside her. "Fuck... taking all my cum like a good little temple slut..."

They stayed pressed against the wall, both breathing heavily, his cock still throbbing inside her. She could feel his cum leaking out of her, dripping

Khajuraho Honeymoon: Eternal Carvings