Desi Young Bhabhi Strips her Saree to Fuck Devar’s big Dick and Swallows Cum

In the sultry heat of an Indian summer, a married woman’s desire for her son-in-law, her daughter’s husband, consumes her thoughts. Divya, a 35-year-old MILF, watches from her window as her young devar (nephew-in-law) Arjun returns from work, his chiseled physique glistening with sweat. Her saree feels restrictive as her nipples harden, imagining Arjun’s touch.

Arjun, a strapping 22-year-old man, enters the house, greeted by Divya’s aarti (welcome ceremony). As he bends to touch her feet, Divya’s hand lingers on his back, savoring the firmness of his muscles. Arjun hesitates momentarily before pressing his nose to her toes, inhaling the scent of attar on her skin.

Over dinner, Divya’s hands brush against Arjun’s under the table, her fingers grazing his thigh. Unbeknownst to her husband, sleeping in the next room, Divya’s desires grow with each passing minute. When Arjun excuses himself to his room after dinner, Divya seizes the opportunity.

She knocks on his door, and as it opens, dives into a passionate embrace, her saree catching on the doorknob as it swings open. Arjun is caught off guard but quickly joins in the frenzied kissing, his tongue exploring Divya’s mouth as her hands work desperately at the buttons of his shirt.

Divya unlatches the first two buttons before pulling away, letting her saree fall to the floor in a pool of vibrant fabric. She stands before Arjun in a revealing bra and small knot of her petticoat. “I need you, Arjun,” she breathes, unhooking her bra to reveal her full, round breasts.

Arjun’s breath hitches as he takes in the sight before him. His hands reach out to cup Divya’s breasts, thumbing her nipples to hardened peaks. She gasps, pressing her body against his as she works at his belt buckle.

Arjun kicks off his pants and Divya drops to her knees, taking hold of his rigid member. She strokes it with a firm grip, watching Arjun’s face contort with pleasure. Divya takes him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around his tip before taking him deep into her throat.

Arjun groans, his hands tangled in Divya’s hair as she bobs her head, enjoying the taste of his musky arousal. She pulls back, stroking his slick shaft with both hands, admiring his size.

Rising to her feet, Divya turns around and bends at the waist, her elbows on the bed. She glances back at Arjun over her shoulder as she lifts the back of her petticoat, exposing her shapely rear and glistening folds.

Arjun aligns himself with Divya’s entrance, rubbing his tip along her slit before thrusting into her warmth. She cries out at the sudden fullness, her walls clenching around his girth.

As Arjun begins to move, Divya matches his rhythm, pushing back against him with each thrust. The wet sounds of their coupling fill the room, punctuated by Arjun’s grunts and Divya’s wanton moans.

Their movements become more frenzied, the bed slamming against the wall with the force of their passion. Arjun brings a hand around to rub Divya’s clit in circles, feeling her walls tighten around him.

Divya arches her back, her cries growing louder as she nears her climax. Arjun can feel his own release building, his balls tightening as his thrusts become more erratic.

“I’m going to cum,” Arjun warns, his movements slowing.

“Inside me,” Divya pleads, desperate to feel his hot seed filling her. “I want to taste you too.”

With a final surge, Arjun buries himself deep inside Divya, spilling his load as she cries out in ecstasy. Her walls clench around him, milking every last drop as her own orgasm rips through her.

As they both come down from their high, Arjun pulls out, relinquishing his softening member. Divya turns to face him, lowering herself to her knees once more. She takes him into her mouth, suckling and licking until he stiffens again.

Retrieving a thick rope of his cum from her mouth, Divya holds it between her lips before swallowing it down. Arjun and Divya spend the night exploring each other’s bodies in a frenzy of passion, losing themselves in the forbidden fruit of an Indian bhabhi and her devar.

As the sun rises over the horizon, casting a rosy glow through the window, Divya and Arjun lay entangled, basking in the afterglow of their taboo encounter. Divya sits up, her breasts heaving as she reaches for her discarded saree, covering her enticing curves once more.

With a parting glance and a soft kiss, Divya slips out of the room, eager to continue the charade of a bhabhi in love with her devar but without the privileges. Until next time…