Bhabhi Offered Sex To Devar In Exchange For A Cigarette With Devar Bhabhi And Hindi Sex

Title: The Saucy Bet: A Risqué Encounter Between Bhabhi and Devar

The sultry afternoon sun beat down upon the quaint village of spectacles. Kanchana, a voluptuous, dusky-skinned brunette, lounged lazily on the front porch of her modest mud-brick home, savoring the warm breeze. She was clad in a skimpy, faded cotton sari that clung to her curves, leaving little to the imagination. Her heavy breasts strained against the fabric, and her wide, child-bearing hips jutted out invitingly.

Kanchana’s husband, Gopal, was away for the day, tending to the family’s fields. In his absence, Kanchana’s nephew, Rahul, stopped by to pay his respects to his aunt and uncle. The 20-year-old was tall and lanky, with a mop of unruly black hair and mischievous eyes that wandered the lush contours of his mature bhabhi’s body.

“Are you quite comfortable, Auntie?” Rahul teased, eyeing the way her sari gaped at the bodice, giving him a tantalizing peek at the tender swell of her breasts. He smirked and lit up a cheap, nicotine-filled cigarette, taking a long, savoring drag.

Kanchana shot him a withering side-eye, but Rahul simply winked, unfazed by her disdain. He blew a ring of smoke in her direction before leaning back on his haunches, legs sprawled arrogantly. The front of his silhouette-slim trousers tented slightly, evidence of his growing interest in his bhabhi’s warm, soft curves.

Kanchana ignored her nephew’s inappropriate behavior, focusing instead on the glint of his cigarette, the sweet tang of the tobacco assaulting her nostrils. It had been years since she’d indulged, but the craving was becoming unbearable. Gopal.disapproved of any vices, and Kanchana had long ago given up her habit for him.

“Rahul,” she purred, tossing him a smoldering glance from beneath her thick lashes, “I’ve been cooped up here all day. Surely you have an extra cigarette for your dear aunt?”

Rahul’s eyes gleamed, a slow, wicked grin spreading across his boyish face. “I may have one, Bhabhi,” he replied, drawling out the last word. “But you’ll have to earn it. I’m rather fond of it, you see. It’s not just any cigarette.”

Kanchana blinked, taken aback. “I…I don’t understand. What are you suggesting, Rahul?”

Rahul chuckled, low and deep in his throat. He tossed the cigarette into the dirt and ground it beneath his heel, snuffing out the embers. “If you want a cigarette, Bhabhi, you’re going to have to offer me something in return. Something…naughty.” His voice was a low, velvety purr.

Kanchana’s mouth fell open, scandalized. She opened it to retort, but Rahul cut her off with a wave of his hand. “Think carefully, Bhabhi. We both know Gopal can be quite stingy. He doesn’t share. But I’m willing to…negotiate.” His gaze raked over her body, hot and hungry.

Kanchana felt her resolve wavering, her nipples tightening beneath her sari at his blatant appraisal. She’d never been looked at quite like that before – not even by Gopal. It was thrilling, intoxicating. Morphine dripping into her veins.

“What…what did you have in mind?” she whispered, shifting on the woven mat. Her slit, hidden beneath the folds of her sari, moistened with her arousal. She bit her lip, cheeks flushing.

Rahul’s grin stretched wider, revealing even, white teeth. He crooked a finger at her, beckoning her close. “Come here, Bhabhi. Let me show you.”

Kanchana hesitated only a moment before rising, the delicate gold bangles on her ankles jingling as she shuffled over to him. She stood before him, legs apart, hands clutched demurely at her bodice. Her breath came in short, shallow pants, chest heaving.

Rahul reached up and unpinned her sari, slowly allowing the fabric to fall away, pooling at her feet. Kanchana gasped, reaching instinctively to cover her nude form, but Rahul stayed her hands, guiding them instead to his shoulders.

“Relax, Bhabhi,” he cooed. “Let me see you. All of you.”

Kanchana shivered, ice and fire racing through her veins as Rahul’s hands skimmed over her quivering flesh, mapping out the contours of her body. He cupped her heavy breasts, thumbs grazing the dark nubs of her nipples. She whimpered, arching into his touch.

Rahul’s hands drifted lower, over the soft swell of her belly to the juncture of her thighs. He parted her nether lips, his fingers sliding easily into her slick channel. Kanchana cried out, gripping his shoulders for support. She hadn’t been touched like this in years, and a jolt of pure, white-hot lust ripped through her.

Seemingly satisfied with her responsiveness, Rahul withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his lips. He sucked them clean, his eyes never leaving hers. “Delicious, Bhabhi,” he purred. “Like honey.”

Kanchana flushed, head spinning. On unsteady legs, she sank to her knees before him, reaching for his fly. She was determined to have his cock, to taste it, to suck it until he spilled his seed down her throat. She was too far gone to turn back now.

Rahul obligingly lifted his hips, assisting her in shucking off his trousers and briefs. His cock sprang forth, thick and long and impossibly hard, the swollen head already leaking fluid. Kanchana moaned, wrapping her soft fingers around his shaft and stroking, reveling in the velvety-steel texture of his flesh.

She dipped her head, her puffy lips parting as she took him into her mouth. His musky scent assaulted her nostrils, driving her wild with craving. She sucked him hungrily, bobbing her head over his lap, slurping and smacking obscenely as she worked his member with her lips and tongue. She wanted to taste him, all of him.

Rahul groaned, hands fisting in her hair, guiding her motions. “That’s it, Bhabhi,” he rasped. “Take it all. Make me yours.”

Kanchana sensed his growing urgency and redoubled her efforts, taking him deeper than she’d thought possible. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes as she gagged a bit, but she didn’t pull away. She wanted him, all of him, in her mouth, her cunt, her womb. She wanted him to fill her up until she overflowed with his essence.

Rahul was getting close now. His balls were drawing tight, and his thrusts were becoming more erratic. With a harsh cry, he bucked his hips, spilling his hot, creamy seed directly onto Kanchana’s waiting tongue. She swallowed it down greedily, not wanting to lose even a drop of his precious offering.

Breathless and sated, Kanchana pulled off his softening cock, wiping her glistening lips with the back of her hand. She looked up at Rahul through her damp lashes, a satisfied smirk curving her mouth. “Another cigarette, now, dear nephew, as promised.”

Rahul chuckled, reaching down to press a patronizing kiss to the top of her bowed head. “Greedy girl,” he muttered, but pulled another cigarette from his trouser pocket, offering it to her with a flourish.

Kanchana accepted it eagerly, lighting up with trembling fingers. She took a long, deep drag, relishing the mingling of flavors on her tongue – nicotine, semen, lust. It was a potent combination.

And she was hooked.