The days in Nainital were heaven for me with unrelenting hunger, our bodies fused in a rhythm that left no room for anything but each other. From dawn's first light to the moon's silver glow over the lake, we were inseparable—naked, slick with sweat, tangled limbs and urgent thrusts defining every moment. Mornings began with me waking to his cock already nudging my entrance, sliding in slow and deep as I arched back against him, our groans echoing off the wooden walls. We'd fuck right there in bed, his hands pinning my wrists above my head while he drove into me with steady, powerful strokes, my pussy gripping around his thickness until we both shattered, his seed spilling hot inside me.