देसी भाभी ज़ेवर पेहेनके देवर से चुदवा रही है
Title: The Saucy Desi Bhabi and Her Adorable Devar
Shilpa was your typical, traditional, and drop-dead gorgeous Desi bhabhi. With her beautiful, glowing skin, captivating eyes, and an hourglass figure that could make even the most pious of men weak in the knees, she was a true sight to behold. Married for five years to your chachu, a man old enough to be her father, Shilpa spent most of her days in the kitchen, whipping up scrumptious delicacies like a master chef.
As for you, a 22-year-old college-going lad, you were her adorable and much loved “Bhaiyya Ji.” Naive and inexperienced, you often found yourself blushing at the mere sight of your naughty bhabhi, her tight salwar kameez hugging her lush curves. Mera ghar ka gaurav, as she fondly called you.
One sunny afternoon, as you lazed around on the couch, flipping through channels, Shilpa sashayed into the room, her hips swaying seductively. “Bhaiyya Ji, meri jhoothi jodi toh bhi zyada hi achhi lagti hai na?” she purred, her eyes twinkling mischievously as she adjusted her nath, the golden chain sparking against her soft skin. Her salwar was low-cut, her kameez sliding off one shoulder, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her innerwear.
You gulped, your throat suddenly dry. “Bhabhi, what are you saying? Aisi bhi baaton ki koi zaroorat hi nahi hai!” you stammered, your face turning a shade of beetroot.
Shilpa chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that sent shivers down your spine. She walked closer, her high heels clicking against the marble floor. “Arey bhaiyya, mere baran ka kya jhooth bol raha hai? Tujhe kabhi bhi mujhse darr lagta hai, haan? Kabhi kabhiillon mein sochta hoon, kya mera bhaiyya Ji mere liye bhi kuch khas hai?”
Before you could respond, she placed her delicate hand on your shoulder, her breath hot against your ear. “Tu jaanta nahi, Bhaiyya Ji, kya призрак Woh Terning Nakesha ho sakta hai?” she whispered, her voice low and husky.
Your heart raced, your palms turning clammy. “Bhabhi, please, aap itni bhi garam-beesat karke bolti kyun hai?” you pleaded, trying to maintain your composure.
Shilpa laughed, a soft, tinkling sound that sent tingles down your spine. She ran her hand through your hair, her fingers playing with the strands. “Achcha, Bhaiyya Ji, meri Lewis sochta tha, tumhe dilchasp aadmi evse dukan ke baad ek tarah se present ho sakta hai,” she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
You looked at her, confusion etched on your face. “Kya aap ne kya bol diya, Bhabhi?”
Shilpa smiled, a slow, seductive smile that made your heart skip a beat. “Chahe kitni saari baaton ki ho, par mere dil se tumhe hi chaaha tha. Abhee meri Turning me dekh le, Bhaiyya Ji.”
With that, she slowly lifted her kameez, exposing her bare midriff, then her lacy red bra, her ample cleavage straining against the delicate fabric. She unhooked the clasp at the back, letting the bra fall to the floor, revealing her pert, round breasts, her nipples hard and erect.
You gasped, your eyes wide with shock and disbelief. “Bhabhi, yeh kya kar rahi hai? Aap angutha chhap bhi nahi chali, aur mere samne apni izzat onsustart kar rahi ho?” you stammered, trying to look away but unable to tear your eyes off her gorgeous body.
Shilpa chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down your spine. “Achcha, Bhaiyya Ji, tu meri izzat ko loy degenerative har jhak! Tujhe kya maloom nahi, kya meri Turning kya hai? Meri Turning Woh Usake Daddu Timing Theek Nakesha!”
With that, she unzipped her salwar, letting it fall to the ground, revealing her lacy red panties that hugged her curves like a second skin. She walked closer, her breasts swaying with each step, her panties leaving a wet trail on the floor.
You watched, mesmerized, as she climbed onto your lap, her hands on your shoulders, her breasts pressing against your chest. “Kya tujhe?>
