Chhoti Chut Me Land Nahi Ghus Raha Tha Pura Ander Ghusa Diya

Title: “Chhoti Chut Me Land Nahi Ghus Raha Tha Pura Ander Ghusa Diya”

The sun was beating down mercilessly on the dusty streets of Amritsar as the auspicious festival of Vaisakhi approached. The air was thick with anticipation, as people from far and wide gathered to celebrate the harvest season. Amongst the crowd was Remy, a brawny, well-built man, who was no stranger to the area’s festivities.

Remy was a local farmer, but his true passion lay in the art of seduction. With his chiseled features and roguish charm, he had a way with women, especially those who were married. His reputation preceded him, but he wore it with pride, like a badge of honor.

As the Wheel of Gurdwara Harmandir Sahib spun and the drums pounded, Remy set his sights on a voluptuous woman in the crowd. She was wearing a traditional ghagra-choli, her full breasts barely contained by the low-cut blouse. Remy’s eyes widened as he took in her curves, and he knew he had to have her.

He approached her, flashing his most disarming smile. “Hello, beautiful. I’m Remy. I couldn’t help but notice you in the crowd. You’re even more stunning up close.”

The woman blushed, but her eyes sparkled with mischief. “I’m Priya. Charmed, I’m sure.” She gave him a coy smile, clearly flattered by his attention.

Remy took her hand and pressed it to his lips, planting a lingering kiss on her knuckles. “Would you care for a walk, Priya? I know a secluded spot where we can… talk.”

Priya hesitated for a moment, glancing around nervously. “I don’t know, Remy. I’m married, you know.”

Remy grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “So am I, love. But that doesn’t mean we can’t have a little fun, does it?”

Priya bit her lip, considering his words. Finally, she nodded, a decidedly naughty glint in her eye. “Alright, let’s go. But we can’t be long. My husband will wonder where I am.”

Hand in hand, the unlikely couple slipped away from the crowds, Remy leading Priya to a quiet spot behind a nearby temple. As soon as they were alone, Remy pressed Priya up against the wall, his body pinning hers.

“Priya, you’ve been driving me wild all day,” he growled, his hands roaming over her curves. “I can’t control myself around you.”

Priya moaned softly, arching into his touch. “Remy, we shouldn’t… it’s not right.”

But her words were cut off as Remy captured her lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth. Priya melted into him, her inhibitions evaporating under his skilled ministrations.

Remy’s hands found the neckline of her blouse, tugging it down to reveal her ample cleavage. He groaned as he took in the sight of her creamy flesh. “You’re even more exquisite than I imagined, Priya.”

Priya moaned, grinding her hips against his. “Remy, please… I need you.”

Remy didn’t hesitate. He hiked up her skirt, revealing her lacy panties. With a swift tug, he ripped them off, baring her glistening sex to his hungry gaze. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me already.”

Priya whimpered as she felt Remy’s thick finger slip inside her, stroking her velvety walls. “Oh god, yes… more.”

Remy obliged, adding a second finger, pumping them in and out of her slick heat. Priya moaned louder, her head falling back against the wall. Remy took the opportunity to lavish her neck with hot, open-mouthed kisses, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin.

Just as Priya was on the verge of climax, Remy withdrew his fingers, leaving her bereft and whimpering. But before she could protest, he lifted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. She could feel his enormous erection pressed against her core, and she shuddered in anticipation.

“Remy, please… I need your cock inside me. Now.”

Remy growled, positioning himself at her entrance. With one powerful thrust, he hilted himself inside her, stretching her walls to the brink. Priya cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders.

“Oh fuck, Remy… you’re so big,” she panted, adjusting to his size.

Remy started to move, slowly at first, then faster and harder. The wet sounds of their coupling filled the air, mingling with their moans and grunts. Priya met each of his thrusts, her hips undulating in perfect sync with his.

Remy felt his climax approaching, his balls tightening. He reached between their bodies to rub Priya’s clit, determined to make her come with him. “That’s it, love… come for me. Milk my cock.”

Priya obeyed, her sex clenching around him as she cried out her release. The feel of her pulsing around him pushed Remy over the edge, and with a roar, he emptied himself deep inside her.

They collapsed against each other, both panting and sated. But Remy knew their tryst wasn’t over yet. Not by a long shot. With a wicked grin, he pulled out of her, and turned her around to face the wall.

Priya looked over her shoulder, a coy smile playing on her lips. “What are you doing, Remy?”

Remy lined himself up with her entrance again, his erection as hard as ever. “Just wanted you to see what you do to me, Priya. I’m not done with you yet.”

And with that, he plunged into her again, beginning a long, hard, and very dirty round two, determined to make Priya scream his name until she was hoarse.

In the end, they emerged from their hiding spot hours later, both looking decidedly disheveled but satisfied. Remy winked at Priya as they went their separate ways, already looking forward to their next encounter.

And so the day of Vaisakhi passed, with the usual celebrations and merriment. But for Remy and Priya, there was an extra level of excitement and anticipation, knowing that they had shared something truly special behind closed doors. It was a memory they would both treasure for years to come, a dirty little secret that only they shared.