Hot Indian MILF Bhabhi Ass Fucked and She Rimmed Her Devar
The sultry air of a sweltering Indian summer hung heavy in the dimly lit bedroom.
Bars of sunlight poked through gaps in the drawn curtains, illuminating fragments of Japanese erotic art adorning the walls. A cacophony of human moans, grunts, and primal growls reverberated through the room.
At the center of it all lay Rani, a voluptuous 38-year-old Indian housewife, sprawled bare and glistening on a silk quilt. Her ample breasts, tipped with dark chocolate nipples, bounced and swayed with each staccato thrust. Jewels of sweat beaded her arched back.
Rani’s strapping young devar (nephew-in-law), Vikram, kneaded the plump mounds of her ass while pummeling her tight pucker with his fat, flared cock. Rani shrieked in a mix of pain and pleasure, her wails drowned out by his heavy, persistent slapslapslaps.
Vikram’s manhood was an impressive, daunting pillar – an ebony cudgel, thick as a beer bottle, veiny, and liberally smeared with shimmering oils. Each stroke made Rani gasp and quiver, her puckered slit clamping around his fat cockhead as it kissed her innermost depths.
Below them on the floor, between Rani’s quivering thighs, Vikram’s wife Priya lapped desperately at the lavish flood pouring from her auntie’s cunt. The woman was a fountain, juices gushing uncontrollably from her clenching fuckhole.
Priya’s dual thatcher tongue was a slick whip, darting and flicking at Rani’s clit, scooping up her tangy musk. Each lap made the bhabhi (aunt) clench and shudder, evoking yet more honey from her spasming honey pot.
Married young, little Priya had grown into a Proper Indian Girl, demure, modest, conservative. Her parents, influential in Lucknow society, would never have countenanced such weekday debauchery. But now, between her husband’s and aunt’s legs, she was a different animal altogether.
“Oooh bhaiya, oooh Vikram…” Rani cooed, her Dirty Talk transitioning back and forth between English and Hindi. “…I love it in my rani ka asli darwaja. Such a big, fat, hard lund. My pussy is your private property now. Fuck. Bu-bukkake it, kya?”
As Vikram held Rani’s hips in a bruising grip, hips jackhammering into her slick, clutching butt, he muttered, “Mmmph…bukkake chukiya. Apni mummi kha ke dipole. Naughty Desi MILF.”
priya’s arms wrapped around Rani’s quaking legs like vines, cementing her pussylapping mouth in position. priya’s own hand snaked beneath her starched sari, frigging her neglected cunt as she slurped the deluge of fuck juices. Vikram relentlessly plowed the auntie’s rump hole on the way to his climax.
ROARING, Vikram exploded with a torrent of cream, painting Rani’s jiggling ass and lower back with thick wads of sticky semen. His first spurt, rocketing clear of her hole, added its frothy signature to the frantic tangle of three bodies. Rani screamed her rapture, back bowing and cunt spraying Priya like a fountain.
Then, Vikram’s sated prick slipping from Rani’s gaping butthole, so too did Priya back away from the MILF’s clenching snatch. With a final, lascivious lick of her lips, Priya met her aunt-in-law’s eyes and raised a glistening finger to her lips. Rani, on her back, still shivering from her explosive cum spasms, nodded appreciatively at the girl’s service to her.
As Vikram collapsed beside them to catch his breath, the India sun still crept higher, its warm fingers caressing the sweat-drenched bodies of the three lovers… The three dirty Indians, spent and content. Still interconnected, at least until bedtime.
