Mature Indian MILF With Big Boobs Fucked With Cum Inside In Doggystyle
In the sultry, dimly lit bedroom, the air was thick with anticipation. An elderly Indian gentleman, his grey hair glinting in the ambient light, sat perched at the edge of the bed. His eyes, deep and knowing, betrayed a hunger that belied his mature years. Beside him stood a woman, a statue of womankind in the prime of her maturity. A Bengali beauty, her dusky skin glistening with a sheath of sweat, her hips swaying with every shallow breath she took. She was the very portrait of a MILF, her ample bosom straining against the confines of her sari, her eyes smoldering with unbridled desire.
She approached him slowly, each step deliberate and measured, the sheer fabric of her outfit leaving little to the imagination. She leaned in close, her lips brushing against the shell of his ear, her voice a sultry whisper. “Papi, let me take care of you,” she purred, her fingers deftly unfastening the buttons of his shirt.
The elderly man didn’t need to be told twice. He sank back into the plush bedding, a contented sigh escaping his lips as his wife’s hands roamed his chest, her touch feather-light and teasing. She climbed atop him, her weight pressing him deeper into the mattress, her thighs straddling his hips. With a seductive smile, she lowered her head, her tongue tracing the lines of his jaw, his neck, his collarbone.
He groaned, one hand tangling in her raven hair, the other finding the hem of her sari, tugging it upwards to reveal her soft, supple flesh. She chuckled, a throaty sound that sent shivers down his spine, and shifted her hips, grinding herself against the prominent bulge in his trousers.
With a deft twist of her wrist, she unfastened his belt, popping the button of his fly and sliding the zipper down with agonizing slowness. He lifted his hips, allowing her to strip him of his pants and underwear in one fell swoop. His erection sprang free, thick and throbbing, the tip already glistening with pearls of precum.
She purred approvingly, her hand wrapping around his shaft, pumping him with slow, deliberate strokes. Leaning forward, she flicked her tongue over the tip, tasting him, savoring him. Then, with a wicked grin, she took him into her mouth, her lips stretching obscenely around his girth.
He bucked his hips, a guttural moan tearing from his throat as she bobbed her head, taking him deeper with each pass. Her eyes met his, dark and filled with lust, her saliva coating his shaft, making it easier for her to glide over him.
But she didn’t want him to come just yet. She had other plans. With a final, lingering suck, she released him from her mouth, licking her lipsclean. Rising to her feet, she let her sari slip to the floor, revealing her naked form in all its glory. Her breasts were full and heavy, her nipples hard nubs begging to be sucked. Between her thighs, a thatch of dark hair provided a tantalizing peek at the treasure beyond.
She turned, presenting her ass to him, and bent over, reaching back to part her cheeks. Her rosebud winkled at him, just begging to be kissed. He eagerly obliged, leaning in to press hot, open-mouthed kisses to her most intimate area, his tongue flicking out to tease her hole.
She moaned, grinding against his face, her arousal coating his chin. “Fuck, Papi,” she gasped, her voice ragged with need. “I need you inside me. Now.”
He rose to his feet, positioning himself behind her. His cock, slick with her saliva, notched at her entrance. With a firm thrust of his hips, he buried himself to the hilt, a guttural groan tearing from his throat as her tight, wet heat engulfed him.
She cried out, pushing back against him, taking him even deeper. He set a relentless pace, his hips slapping against her ass as he drove into her again and again. The room filled with the sounds of their lovemaking – the slap of flesh on flesh, the creaking of the bed, their guttural moans and cries of pleasure.
She braced herself against the headboard, her knuckles white, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing tight circles around the sensitive bud. She screamed, her inner walls clamping down around him like a vice as she came, hard and fast.
But he didn’t stop. He continued to pound into her, his thrusts growing harder, faster, more desperate. His balls tightened, his orgasm rapidly approaching. With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself deep, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his seed.
They collapsed onto the bed, a tangle of sweaty limbs and heaving chests. He pulled her close, kisses raining down on her hair, her face, her shoulders. “I love you,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. “I love you so fucking much.”
She smiled, her eyes soft and shining with happy tears. “I love you too, Papi,” she murmured, nuzzling into his chest. “Always and forever.”
And there, in the afterglow of their lovemaking, they drifted off to sleep, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one. A portrait of perfect love and devotion, captured on camera for all eternity.
