Indian bhabhi talking

The sultry voice of the Indian bhabhi purred through the speakers, filling the room with her melodic tones. “Arey, aapko kya chahiye?” (What do you want?) she asked with a seductive wink, her ripe, full lips curled into a tantalizing smile. The camera panned down her curvy figure, drinking in the sight of her heaving bosom straining against the thin fabric of her nightie.

She was a true desi bombshell, with smooth, silky skin the color of warm honey and large, expressive eyes framed by long, dark lashes. Her long, raven hair cascaded down her back in loose waves, and she twirled a lock of it around her finger teasingly as she spoke. “Main aapke liye kya khas kar chahungi?” (What special thing should I do for you?)

The camera continued its slow journey downward, over the swell of her hips and the dip of her waist. It came to rest between her legs, where a tantalizing glimpse of bare skin peeked out from beneath the hem of her nightie. “Main shave karti hoon,” (I am shaved) she murmured, running a hand down her smooth, hairless pubic mound. “Aap meri bald pussy dekh sakte ho.” (You can see my bald pussy.)

She gave a little shimmy, causing her heavy breasts to bounce and jiggle enticingly beneath the nightie. “Main subah-so rahi thi,” (I was sleeping) she explained with a mischievous grin. “Lekin ab main khuli hoon, subah-so ke baad.” (But now I am awake, after sleeping.) She stretched languidly, arching her back and pushing her chest out.

The camera zoomed in on her chest, capturing the way her stiff nipples pressed against the thin fabric of her nightie. She reached up and cupped her breasts, squeezing them together and creating a deep, tempting cleavage. “Main badi boobed hoon,” (I am busty) she said, giving her breasts a little shake. “Aap meri naye nare kya karna chahenge?” (What will you do to my new breasts?)

She slid a hand down her body, trailing it over her belly and coming to rest at the apex of her thighs. With a sly smile, she parted her legs just enough to give a tantalizing peek at her glistening folds. “Main single hoon, aur meri toh soch hi nahi hoti hai.” (I am single, and I don’t even think about that.) She circled her fingers around her clit, her breathing starting to speed up with arousal. “Main apni toh pardesh ki chhoti si beti hoon, lekin ab main badi ho gayi hoon.” (I was once a little girl from a small town, but now I have grown up into a big city woman.)

She continued to touch herself, her fingers slipping lower to tease at her entrance. “Aap meri cunt mein aana chahye usher.” (You should come inside my cunt.) She spread her legs wider, exposing her bare, pink slit to the camera. “Main subah-so ke baad meri pussy ka prayog karoongi.” (I will use my pussy after waking up.) She plunged two fingers inside herself, gasping at the sensation.

The camera zoomed in on her fingers as they pumped in and out of her wet hole, her juices coating her digits. She added a third finger, stretching herself open and moaning at the feel of it. “Main toh yahan par hi caract karungi, tab tak.” (I will orgasm here, wait for it.) She increased the speed of her fingers, fucking herself harder and faster as she neared her peak.

Her free hand snaked up her body to grab at her breasts, tweaking and tugging at her nipples. She arched her back, pushing her chest out and offering her breasts up to the camera. “Main toh aur bhi sexy hoon,” (I am even sexier) she panted, her hips bucking up to meet the thrusts of her fingers. “Main toh yahan par hi carte hue aur sexy photos uthane wali hoon.” (I will take even sexier photos while I orgasm here.)

She let out a loud moan as her orgasm crashed over her, her body thrashing on the bed as wave after wave of pleasure washed through her. Her fingers continued to pump in and out of her pussy, working her through the aftershocks of her climax. When it was over, she collapsed back onto the bed, her chest heaving as she caught her breath.

She looked up at the camera with a satisfied smile, her eyes still glazed with lust. “Aapne meri performance dekhi?” (Did you watch my performance?) she asked, her voice husky and low. “Main toh harbare bhi aapko perform karoongi.” (I will always perform for you.) She rolled onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow and giving the camera a sultry look. “Aur aapne meri badhiya bhabhi ko kabhi מילे (You have never met a good “bhabhi” like me) before, na?”(ever before, right?) She blew a kiss at the camera, her lipstick leaving a perfect red imprint on the lens. “Main aapko kabhi naa have saka chahe toh bhi milungi mere saath. Lekin ab aapne meri performance bhi dekh li aur mera baddhi badi pic bhi click kara li. Monday waale har subah mere phone pe taorien (But I will always be by your side. You have seen my performance and even clicked some of my sexy pictures. On your Monday mornings, you can keep opening my numbers and) dekhoge.” (you will see.) (Ends)