Big Boobs College Teen Fucked Rough by Policeman

Title: “Naughty Indian College Girl Gets Pinned by Cop in Desi Sex”

In the pulsating heart of Mumbai, a winding alleyway snaked through the labyrinthine streets of a seedy neighborhood, leading to a murky corner bar. Stuffed into the tight black ill-fitting uniform of a policeman, Niks closed the door of his rusty cruiser and adjusted his mirrored aviators. It was time to do some “community service.”

Niks brushed past a cringing beggar child before pushing open the bar’s swinging doors. Inside, a smoky haze wafted above wobbly tables as scantily clad bar girls schmoozed with greased back clients over drinks heavy on the spirits. In the dim red light, Niks’ eyes immediately zeroed in on his mark for the night – the most enticing girl in the place with breasts that could stop traffic.

“Reshmi, baby, come here,” Niks slurred, beckoning the curvy college beauty over. Summoned, Reshmi weaved through the patrons in her revealing tank top and Daisy Duke shorts that strained against her round rump. She was used to the brazen advances of both patrons and cops, but something about this one made her heart race. His leer was almost hungry.

“Tight jeans, cop,” Reshmi purred, swinging her long black hair. “The whores must be tight there.”

Niks chuckled, grabbing her plump ass cheek. “Not as tight as these juicy buns I’m feeling. Come take a ride with me.” He slapped down a crisp stack of rupees.

Reshmi melted under his touch, an electric tingle spreading through her. This country boy had an unusual intensity. And she knew his greed could be useful if she played her cards right. “You got it daddy. That’s enough for a long ride.”

Reshmi quickly finished her shift, throwing on a loose sweater. As they exited to his parked cruiser, drunken yells of “Fuck her good, Bramhingle!” followed the giggling couple.

Once in the car, the smell of cop sweat intermingled with Reshmi’s sweet perfume. As Niks revved the engine, he slipped a hand under her sweater to grope her braless breasts. “Oooh, nice work, Reshmi. Those are fine tits.”

Reshmi unzipped Niks’ pants, freeing his swollen member. She moaned as she pumped the thick cock. “Hmmm, so big and strong. Indian blood,eh?”

Back in the bustling heart of the metropolis, Niks navigated to his seedy bachelor flat. Once inside the cinder block room, he tossed Reshmi onto the mattress strewn with bills and condoms. As she bounced, Niks stripped rapidly, sampling her curves.

“Mmmm baby, you’re hotter than I thought,” Niks groaned, ripping off her Daisy Dukes and panties. He dove between her thighs to lap at her pussy like a man starved. Reshmi writhed and yelped, juices dribbling down his chin. He gripped her tits roughly as he suckled.

“Please Nicki, fuck me with that Indian wood!” Reshmi begged, consumed by desire. Niks smirked and unrolled a condom over his throbbing shaft. Reshmi hiked a bare leg up lewdly and he plunged balls deep into her tight wet heat. She howled as he took her roughly, pounding her g-spot mercilessly.

Reshmi hung on like a desperate slut as Niks fucked her raw. Pleasure pain shot through her as his hips pistoned, filling her more than any man had before. “Yes! Fuck my brains out! Harder!” Niks groaned, sweat dampening his hair as he slammed home again and again.

Niks flipped Reshmi onto hands and knees, admiring the view of her puckered asshole. He slapped the jiggling cheeks and thrust deep, feeling her pussy clench wildly around him. “I’m going to fuck this sweet ass next,” he promised darkly, continuing his relentless plunging. Reshmi came with a scream, cream spurting from her pulsing cunt and thighs quaking uncontrollably. Niks roared and exploded inside her, pumping thick baby batter, spending every last drop.

Reshmi collapsed onto the mattress, breathing hard. Niks pulled the condom off to fling it aside carelessly. “Fucking hot,” he panted, running a hand over her damp curves. Reshmi felt sated and used but gloriously so. She knew she’d return when the urge struck again.

Niks dressed hurriedly, tucking his semi-hard cock away. Reshmi sat up sleepily, struggling for her clothes. “Thanks for the big tip,” she purred as he buttoned up. “Wanna take out a hot pair of big tits again?”

“Listen girl, don’t get greedy,” Niks scoffed. “You’re lucky to get paid this much for a real woman to fuck you stupid and not pass around a urine testing kit. Now scram before I find a reason to throw you in the clink.”

Reshmi glared, but gathered her things and headed out onto the streets. She watched Niks roar off in his car, clothes askew and satisfaction stamped on his arrogant features. As his taillights faded into the night, she wondered if she’d really burned that connection. One thing was for sure – she’d be coming back for more of that hard Indian cock. And maybe next time… she’d bring some friends. Reshmi smirked as she headed off in search of a cab back to her humble Mumbai dwelling. Her pussy still dripped with Niks’ essence, an erotic reminder of their raw coupling. Tonight, his cock had been worth every hard-earned penny.