Muslim Bhabhi Ko Kitchen Me Khade Khade Choda – Cum Swallowing Bhabhi
“Sultana was an experienced bhabhi (sister-in-law) who had been married for nearly two decades. She and her husband Riaz lived a cozy life together in their modest but comfortable Mumbai apartment. But tonight, Sultana had an itch that even Riaz’s touch could not satisfy. As her husband dozed off beside her, Sultana’s mind wandered to her former lover, a man who could make her Forget her vows and behave very naughtily in arousal.”
One 12 months into her marriage to Riaz, when Sultana was only a shy and naive younger bride, her Muslim father-in-law Husain had began visiting her every night time underneath the guise of checking in on the newlyweds. But his actual intentions turned clear the primary night time he pulled her into an embrace, urgent his onerous physique towards hers as his fingers roamed her curvy determine. “Arrey billo (pretty one), you have grown into quite the delectable woman. Riaz is lucky to have you,” he growled, his breath sizzling towards her neck.
To her shock, Sultana’s physique tingled with arousal at his contact, her nipples hardening beneath her modest nightgown. That night time sparked a sordid clandestine affair that lasted over a 12 months, till Sultana realized she was pregnant with Riaz’s baby. She ended issues with Husain, telling him the infant was his however having it quietly aborted, unable to bear her husband, innocently elevating his father’s baby.
Sultana pushed these responsible recollections apart, her thoughts focusing as a substitute on the satisfaction Husain had as soon as introduced her. That man may really lay a bhabhi! Routine intercourse with Riaz did nothing for her anymore – it was missionary fashion, similar time each week. But Husain! He had taken her each which manner – onerous and quick, sluggish and sensual, in each room of the home, and greater than as soon as in a full mosque with solely a niqab hiding her flushed face. She shuddered to recollect, a humid spot forming on her nightgown.
Unable to manage herself any longer, Sultana slipped off the bed, her creamy breasts jiggling enticingly as she crept downstairs to the kitchen. She needed to take the sting off earlier than reminding herself to attend for the following time she and her husband visited Riaz’s getting old dad and mom. Then she would prepare one other secret tryst along with her father-in-law and end what she had begun to crave as soon as extra…
As Sultana entered the kitchen, her tight ass swayed mesmerizingly, completely filling out the skinny cotton of her robe. Her eyes landed on the gleaming counter tops, and an thought struck her. She grasped the sting of the counter, arching her again to push her giant, shapely rump into the air. Then she raised the hem of her robe, baring her comfortable, brown cheeks to the cool air.
Sultana wiggled her hips enticingly as she traced one hand down the curve of her again. Her fingers danced between her legs to cup her mound by way of her damp panties. Desire pulsed by way of her as she teased herself, letting her head fall ahead to relaxation on the counter. In her thoughts, she noticed Muscular biceps and a tough, veined cock poised at her slick slit.
“Ahhhnn Husain-ka launda, usse dil ke andar daalo (Oh yes, husband, put your cock in my heart,” she breathed, her voice echoing by way of the quiet condo. She reached again with a trembling hand to drag her panties apart, baring her needy womanhood. Two fingers plunged between her Vald decrease lips, pumping slowly as she imagined the thick girth of the older man stretching her open.
Sultana’s panting grew louder as she fingered herself roughly, chasing the pleasure she wanted so badly. Her pumped faster, plunging out and in of her tight warmth. The squelching of her wetness and the lewd slap of flesh on flesh stuffed the room as she took herself nearer to the sting, groan after groan spilling from her beneficiant lips.
“Oh God! Arre, Riaz! Na achho ba..bas…kuchh na karo! (Oh God! Are, Riaz! Don’t stop, don’t stop anything!)” She babbled by way of clenched tooth, misplaced within the haze of her fantasy. She was shut, so near the rapture she wanted, nevertheless it nonetheless eluded her.
Needing extra to totally gratify her constructing climax, Sultana used her free hand to navigate again to her dresser drawer and unexpectedly eliminated her largest, thickest dildo, nonetheless longing to be stuffed deeply. With a shaky hand, she plunged the toy deep into her dripping slit, savoring the best way it stretched her open, then began to ruthlessly pound it out and in. Her juices squelched and ran freely as she fucked herself wildly with the toy, careening nearer and nearer to orgasm.
“Ahhhh..uske bad rotey hue (Ahhh…crying after him), oh God! Oh Husain, mere uss laude ke liye rebuilding jeevan (Oh God! Oh Husain, for this dick, I can rebuild my life)!” she screamed, the dildo pounding mercilessly into her moist warmth.
At final, Sultana threw her head again and shrieked as a robust orgasm ripped by way of her, her voluptuous physique shuddering and shaking on the kitchen flooring. Her internal muscle groups clenched across the dildo plunging out and in of her, milking it desperately. As her climax started to peak and subside, Sultana collapsed ahead onto the counter, the dildo slipping freed from her come-soaked slit.
She panted closely, her robe hiked up round her waist, fluids trickling down the within of her thighs. Her ass nonetheless jutted into the air, quivering with the aftershocks of her launch. With shaking fingers, Sultana pulled herself up and smoothed down her nightgown. She rigorously set the dildo again within the drawer, washed her fingers, and took a deep breath. Then with a sly grin, she made her manner again upstairs to return to a clueless Riaz’s facet.
