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My cock throbbed just watching her, the way her tight t-shirt rode up to flash a slice of her milky, round boob, that dusky pink nipple piercing straight through my sanity. Aryan, a 32-year-old engineer, a man of rigid routine, and yet this woman, my brother’s wife Priya, was the crack in my foundation, a 28-year-old tease with cascading black hair and a slutty, playful glint that screamed she was still living for the thrill.

Her every sway in that kitchen felt deliberate, like a call girl taunting a client, and my poor, starved lund would stiffen painfully, aching to fill that tight, greedy Indian chut she flaunted so carelessly. “Aryan Devar Ji,” she whispered, her voice a mix of sweet nectar and dirty promise as she handed me tea, our fingers touching and flicking a bolt of raw lust down my arm.

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Her scent, sandalwood and rose, flooded my lungs and settled right in my groin, making my cock push against my trousers, a fat log of need that she couldn’t ignore.
She leaned her head on my shoulder, a soft, calculated move, and my breath hitched when her warm breath tickled my ear and she murmured, “Your lund… it’s so tight, Devar Ji, like it’s been bound and begging.”

My throat went dry, the words sticking as I felt her little fingers trail down my jacket zipper, each inch of the pull dragging a desperate groan from my chest. “Can you feel it?” I managed, my voice cracking, and she laughed a dirty, knowing giggle, “Yes, so much. Your lund is calling to my chut.”

Her Naughty Fingers Turn to a Slutty Handjob

Priya Bhabhi’s hand landed on my trousers, cupping the swollen head of my cock through the fabric, rubbing it with the lightness of first rain but enough pressure to melt away every ounce of my self-control.

“How big is your lund, Devar Ji?” she asked as if unveiling a dark secret, her eyes locked on mine, and I confessed, “Big… very big, bhabhi,” my hips bucking into her palm.
“I’m craving to feel your big cock deep inside,” she purred, and then her hand was inside, gripping my naked, rock-hard shaft, her soft yet commanding touch pulling a broken moan from my lips.

She stroked me lazily at first, then with a whorish speed, her fingertips tapping my sensitive head, circling the ridge, smearing my pre-cum down the length while she cooed, “It feels so good, Devar Ji.”

The air turned thick with the wet sounds of her hand job, and I could see her own nipples poking through her tee, hard little bullets begging to be sucked. “Your gaand is so tight, I know it,” she hissed, her voice dripping with lust as she imagined my ass, and I grunted, “Yes, my ass is made for your Indian desi cock, bhabhi,” surrendering completely.

She then dropped to her knees, her lust-filled eyes now replaced by a ravenous hunger, and pressed her plump lips to the tip of my angry, purple cockhead, the contact sending a jolt that made my knees buckle.

“Now I’m going to drink your lund,” she declared, and without warning, she swallowed me whole, a deep, sloppy, gluttonous blowjob that turned my brain to mush.

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Her mouth was a wet furnace, her tongue massaging the underside of my shaft while she bobbed her head, making these lewd “chup-chup” sounds that echoed off the kitchen walls and vibrated straight into my balls.

Indian Desi Bihari Bhabhi was sucking not like a lover but a desperate cocksucker, one hand tugging my sack, the other working the base, and I grabbed her hair, shoving deeper into her throat, feeling her swallow around me.

“Mmm… Aryan,” she gurgled, drool and spit coating my pubes, her nose buried in my skin every time she deep-throated my fat lund, and I yelled out, “Oh, you’re milking it like a whore!”

Desi Bihari Bhabhi pulled off with a pop, a string of sticky saliva connecting her lips to my glistening cock, and she smirked, “Your lund tastes like pure sin, Devar Ji. Now this thick cock is going to own my wet chut.”

Still on the floor, My Lusty Bihari Bhabhi turned around, bent over, and spread her legs wide, revealing that glistening pink, tight Indian chut, its greedy lips already puffy and leaking a sweet, musky nectar.

“Look, Devar Ji, this is yours, this little chut needs a brutal deep penetration,” Lusty Bihari Bhabhi begged, her finger spreading her labia to show the pulsing entrance, and I knelt behind her, slapping my heavy lund against her wet slit.

The heat and stickiness of her cunt drove me feral, her aroma of earth and honey filling my senses as I positioned my cockhead at that tight, demanding hole. “Take it, bhabhi,” I growled, and she pushed back, “Fuck me, Devar Ji, ruin this chut!”

With one savage thrust, my entire lund sank into her chut, a wet, gripping vacuum that clamped down around my shaft so fiercely I saw stars and she screamed, “Ahhh! Your mota lund is stretching my bhosda!”

I pounded her with a feral rhythm, each stroke driving balls-deep, the squelching of her juiced cunt filling the room as I grunted, “This pussy is a tight little whore’s hole, and I’m going to fill it.”

Lusty Bihari Bhabhi met every thrust, throwing her ass back, her big boobs swinging, and she wailed, “Yes, chod do! Fuck my chut!” and the sound of skin slapping mixed with her desperate chants.
Her chut milked my cock, inner walls spasming, and I felt the crest building, a hot, thick load ready to burst; I pulled out, flipped her over, and placed my cum-smeared lund against her tiny, puckered gaand hole.

“Now I’ll claim this tight Bihari ass,” I warned, and she whimpered, “Haan, Devar Ji, chodo meri gaand!” as I pushed slowly, her anal ring yielding with a pop, a tighter, hotter sheath than her cunt.

I began a dual rhythm—first sliding deep into her gaand, then pulling out and ramming back into her sloppy chut, switching between her drippy cunt and clamping asshole, her screams becoming a chorus of “Aryan! You’re fucking both holes!”

With her naked legs on my shoulders, I hammered a ruthless pace, her gaand gripping my Indian desi cock like a fist, her chut flooding my balls with her juices, and I chanted, “This greedy chut and tight ass are mine.”

The orgasm hit like a monsoon, spurting jet after jet of thick, white cum deep inside her bowels and then her cunt, painting her inner walls with my seed while she convulsed and howled in slutty satisfaction, “This is just the beginning, Devar Ji. Your lund is my religion now.”