Indian Big Ass Hot Bhabhi fucked by her Devar

The sun beat down relentlessly on the dusty streets of Mumbai, but inside the cozy confines of Meena’s bedroom, all was cool and shady. Meena, a stunning 35-year-old MILF with curves in all the right places, lounged on her bed, her voluptuous body barely contained by the thin fabric of her saree. Her plump lips were drawn into a seductive pout, and her dark, almond-shaped eyes sparkled with desire.

As if on cue, a soft knock sounded at the door, and Meena’s breath hitched in anticipation. “Come in, darling,” she purred, her voice dripping with honey. The door creaked open, and in stepped her nephew, Amit, a strapping young lad of 22 with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Amit’s gaze raked over Meena’s luscious curves, and he felt his manhood stir to attention beneath his tight jeans. “How…how are you, Auntie?” he stammered, his voice cracking slightly.

Meena chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that sent shivers down Amit’s spine. “I’m feeling rather…warm, darling,” she replied, fanning herself with a delicate hand. “Care to help me cool down?”

Amit swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. “Y-yes, Auntie,” he managed to croak out, his eyes locked on Meena’s heaving bosom.

Meena smiled, a wicked glint in her eye, and slowly, sensuously, she untied the knot of her saree. The thin fabric slid down her body, pooling at her feet, and Amit gasped. Meena stood naked before him, her pert breasts topped with dusky nipples, her wide hips curving into thick, toned thighs. And between those thighs, nestled a glistening, bare pussy, just begging to be explored.

Amit took a step forward, his cock now rock-hard and straining against the fabric of his jeans. Meena reached out, her fingers toying with the button of his pants. “Let me help you with that, darling,” she whispered, popping the button open and slowly, torturously, unzipping his fly. Amit groaned as Meena’s cool fingers brushed against his hot, throbbing shaft, and he thrust his hips forward, desperate for more.

Meena smiled, a wicked gleam in her eye, and she sank to her knees, dragging Amit’s jeans and boxers down with her. Amit’s massive cock sprang free, slapping against Meena’s chin, and she licked her lips hungrily. “Such a big, beautiful cock you have, darling,” she purred, her warm breath tickling Amit’s sensitive flesh.

Amit moaned, his hands fumbling for purchase on Meena’s shoulders. Meena took that as her cue, and she wrapped her plump lips around the head of Amit’s shaft, swirling her tongue around the sensitive tip. Amit bucked his hips, driving himself deeper into Meena’s warm, wet mouth, and she took him eagerly, her skilled tongue massaging his length.

After what felt like an eternity of blissful torture, Meena pulled back, a string of saliva connecting her lips to Amit’s throbbing cock. “I need you inside me, darling,” she purred, standing up and turning around. She bent over the bed, sticking her delectable ass in the air, and wiggled it invitingly.

Amit needed no further encouragement. He positioned himself behind Meena, his hard cock nestled between her plump cheeks, and grabbed her hips. With one swift thrust, he buried himself balls-deep in Meena’s tight, wet heat, and they both cried out in ecstasy.

Meena’s walls clamped down around Amit’s cock, drawing him deeper, and he set a punishing pace, pounding into her with abandon. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, accompanied by Meena’s breathy moans and Amit’s grunts of pleasure.

Meena looked back over her shoulder, her eyes hazy with lust. “Fuck me harder, darling,” she begged, her voice trembling. “I want to feel your big, hard cock in my tight little pussy.”

Amit complied, gripping Meena’s hips even tighter and pistoning into her with everything he had. Meena’s moans grew louder, more desperate, and she could feel her orgasm building, coiled tight in her belly.

“Don’t stop, darling,” she gasped, her fingers clutching at the sheets. “I’m going to cum…I’m going to cum on your big, hard cock!”

With a final, brutal thrust, Amit hilted himself inside Meena, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his hot, sticky seed. Meena threw her head back, her back arching, as her own orgasm crashed over her, wave after wave of pure, undiluted bliss.

They collapsed onto the bed, panting and sweat-soaked, their bodies still joined. Meena reached up, cupping Amit’s face tenderly. “That was amazing, darling,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his. “Will you…will you fuck me again soon?”

Amit grinned, his cock already twitching with renewed interest. “Oh, I’ll fuck you again and again, Auntie,” he promised, rolling over so that he was looming above her. “Now, let’s see if we can’t make you scream even louder this time…”

And with that, he lowered his head, his lips finding Meena’s breasts, and they were off again, lost in a haze of passion and pleasure, the outside world forgotten. The bed creaked and groaned beneath them as they made love again and again, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one.

And later, as the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the city of Mumbai, Meena and Amit lay spent and satisfied in each other’s arms, their naked bodies glistening with sweat. They knew that their affair could never be anything more than a secret, but in that moment, snuggled together in the afterglow of their lovemaking, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the love and passion they shared, a forbidden fruit that only heightened their desire.

Meena smiled, tracing her fingers over Amit’s chest, and he pulled her closer, his lips finding hers in a deep, all-consuming kiss. And as they drifted off to sleep, their legs tangled together, their hearts full and their bodies sated, they knew that they would always have this moment, this perfect memory to cherish.

The end.