He arched down, raising her chin up and muttered,
"Apne pati ke kapre kholo, Priya. Humari achhi biwi ke tarah."
He held her hand and kept it on the hem of his pajama.
She gulped and untied the knot of his lowers.
She slid it down from his legs. Then, she untied the knot of his loose boxers. It slid down as well.
His shaft was infront of her. All hard. Arching up towards her mouth. Veiny. Fat. Long.
She looked at it, her body shivering, heart racing.
He opened his kurta on his own and threw it aside.
Without wasting a second, he pushed her on the bed. Spreading her legs wide apart, he sat on the floor, kneeling down, in between her legs.
He held her thighs and pulled her close, her core right infront of his eyes.
She shyed and placed her palm timidly over her nakedness.
He removed her hand, shaking his head,
"Dekhne do Hume humari biwi ko."
She closed her eyes feeling his gaze on her nudeness.
He opened her slightly hairy folds by his fingers.
He moaned after seeing her core.
"Itni khubsurat. Sirf humare liye."
She gulped, her heart was pounding hard.
He brushed his fingers inside her pussy and she quivered feeling his touch.
She was wet. Completely soaked. For him. For her husband. He pulled her more closer. Her pussy right infront of his mouth.
She held his wrist and he let her hold it. As tight as she could.
"Aaanhhh," she moaned as she felt his tongue over her wet core.
He moved his tongue more, over her clit and she quivered, shivered and moaned loudly,
"Aaaahhh... What- aah are you doing?".
He didn't speak a word and kept on brushing his tongue on her core, quenching his thirst. Seeing her pussy completely soaked, slippery and ready for him, he entered his two fingers inside her.
"Aaaanhhhh ji.. ji.. dard ho raha.. Hume."
"Sshhh... Nahi hoga dard.. hum hai na.. shhh."
He inserted more inside her, holding her thigh tightly with one hand as she was trying to close it again and again.
He kept on thirsting his fingers in and out, continuously, without stopping and slowly, her pain turned into pleasure as Abhigyan's fingers started hitting that particular spot inside her nude core which made her toes curl.
"Aanhh.. choriye Hume..choriye."
"Shh.. babu.. maza aayega babu, acha lagega tumhe."
"Nahi... Aah.. kuch ho raha Hume.."
"Ahhh... Tumhe nahi pata Hume kya ho raha hai Priya.. tumhe Yun dekh kar."
"Aaanhh.. chor dijiye...ji.. ajeeb ..ahh..ajeeb sa lag raha Hume...bahut...".
"Kaisa ajeeb Priya."
"Aahh.. hum nahi bata sakte... Choriye na."
"Hume.. Hume pata hai tumhe .. kaisa mehsus ho raha.. nikalne do usey bahar babu, hum hai na."
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Sarpanch's Biwi • 18+
Romantik1950s. ***Story contains mature scenes and Hindi phrases which are not translated in english*** Abhigyan Singh, a Sarpanch of the village named 'Tarapur'. The position was passed to him by his father at the age of 20, when his father was on his deat...
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