3 feet short Big Tits Teen Indian Girl gets Fucked and Cream Pied

Title: “Three Feet Short: A Midget’s Desperate Drive to Score with His Busty Indy Stepsis”

The night was hot and humid, the kind where the air felt thick enough to slice with a knife. Raj, the diminutive 5’2″ Indian midget, paced back and forth in his room. Okay, calling it a “room” was generous. It was more like a glorified closet off the garage of his stepdad’s modest suburban home. But he was grateful to have a roof over his head. Especially since his debilitating shortness kept most jobs out of his reach.

Raj had spent a lonely 18 years, mocked and pitied for his stature. But recently, a Kelly Brook-esque goddess had invaded his life in the form of his new step-sister Parveen. The buxom 21-year-old had swaggered into his stepdad’s house less than a week ago, her massive 34DD tits swaying under a thin white tank top. Raj had been instantly obsessed.

Over the next few days, he convinced himself she gave him “I dare you” glances while sunbathing by the pool. That her crotch-flashing hot pants in the kitchen weren’t just accidental. He imagined her bending over to give him a tantalizing view down her blouse, giggling at his ruffled hair. But the bikini-clad vixen eluded his grasp, always slipping away at the last second.

Onday, Raj heard Parveen’s shower running. Donning just his g-string and a confidence he didn’t feel, the tiny daredevil tiptoes to the bathroom. Peeking through the frosted glass, he gasped at her wet, soapy curves. Convinced she was beckoning him, Raj scooped a fistful of lotion and pressures conveniently unlocked lock. He sneaks to the edge of the tub, only for her to suddenly turn and hiss “What the fuck?!”

Resigned to a beating, Raj cowers as she rises, water cascading down her naked, glorious body. But she just stares, hands on those perfect hips. Seeing his opportunity, Raj drops the towel and lunges. Grabbing a slippery thigh, he buries his head between them, moaning into her sweetness. Paralyzed with shock (and shamefully, arousal), Parveen lets the ambitious miniature man have his way for a moment before snapping out of it. She peels a dripping moppet from her apex, dumps him on the bathroom mat, and fixes him with a more contemptuous glare than he ever remembers receiving.