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My boss Mrs.Reena Sinha crossed 200k followers, so I went to her house to congratulate her. She was getting ready in a tight red churidar, looking like a proper desi bhabhi with soft curves hidden under the dress. I said, “Congratulations boss… aap toh party ke liye bilkul ready ho. Itni sexy lag rahi ho.” She sprayed her new Dubai perfume on her neck and asked teasingly, “Smell kaisa hai? Pasand aaya?” I leaned in, sniffed her warm skin and started kissing her neck. She whispered, “Kya kar rahe ho… niche cab wait kar raha hai…” but her breathing got heavier. Then she pulled her churidhar pants down, took a condom from her purse, rolled it onto my cock and lay down on the bed, spreading her legs pulled me on her while removing her top “Jaldi karo… cab wait karega, par main nahi wait karungi,” she moaned. I held her waist and thrust deep inside her. She moaned loudly, nails digging into my shoulders, whispering dirty things between every thrust “Haan… aise hi… aur zor se… meri chut ko phaad do aaj…” Suddenly she pulled the condom off mid-way, looked at me with lust-filled eyes and said, “Ab … mere andar daal do tera garam paani.” I pushed deep and came hard inside her. Then I kissed her and whispered, “Happy 200k, boss.” She smirked, wiped a little from her thigh and licked saying “Ab jaao… mein touchup karna padega abhi. Driver ko shaq nahi hona chahiye.”
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Me and my boss Mrs.Reena Sinha drove out to the villages hunting for fresh hires for #ReeSinsCorp, but the local politician—sleazy neta type—blocked everything, demanding his “share” while his eyes stripped her bare, lingering on her deep cleavage and that round, swaying gaand. Boss being a corporate slut smirked, knowing exactly how to play him. All day she teased him mercilessly: leaning forward “accidentally” while signing papers so he got a full view of her heavy boobs straining against her blouse, brushing her hip against his thigh during “friendly” chats, whispering desi taunts just loud enough for him to hear. “Aap itne bade aadmi ho, sir… par thodi si madad ke liye itna ghoorte kyun ho? Kuch aur chahiye kya?” she purred, biting her lip. He swallowed hard. “Jo chahiye milega, lekin raat ko akele baat karni padegi.” “Ji, bilkul… main aapki har shart maanti hoon, bas aap bhi meri ek condition poori kar do,” she teased back, tracing a finger down her neckline. By evening she showed up at his bungalow in a tight black one-piece dress—thin straps, plunging neckline barely holding her busty boobs. When I crept to the window and watched: she was already on the couch, dress pushed up to her waist, legs spread high as he worshipped her like a starving man. Starting at her feet tongue dragging slow and wet over her painted toes, sucking each one deep into his mouth, licking up her arches, calves, inner thighs, biting softly till she shivered She gasped out saying “Aapki shart toh ab poori ho rahi hai na, sir? Zor se lo… jo commission chahiye, meri geeli choot se le lo!” He growled, gripping her hips harder, pounding deeper. “Haan kutiya, teri tight jawani se poora hissa vasoolunga… raat bhar teri gaand aur chuche dono maarunga!” She gasped, pushing back greedily, “Bas deal pakki kar do… main aapki favorite personal bitch ban jaungi, jab bhi bulana, taiyaar milungi!” He finally exploded inside her, filling her up till it leaked down her thighs. Papers signed, boss thoroughly used and dripping deal sealed in the hottest way possible.
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Me and my boss Mrs.Reena Sinha drove out to the villages hunting for fresh hires for #ReeSinsCorp, but the local politician—sleazy neta type—blocked everything, demanding his “share” while his eyes stripped her bare, lingering on her deep cleavage and that round, swaying gaand. Boss being a corporate slut smirked, knowing exactly how to play him. All day she teased him mercilessly: leaning forward “accidentally” while signing papers so he got a full view of her heavy boobs straining against her blouse, brushing her hip against his thigh during “friendly” chats, whispering desi taunts just loud enough for him to hear. “Aap itne bade aadmi ho, sir… par thodi si madad ke liye itna ghoorte kyun ho? Kuch aur chahiye kya?” she purred, biting her lip. He swallowed hard. “Jo chahiye milega, lekin raat ko akele baat karni padegi.” “Ji, bilkul… main aapki har shart maanti hoon, bas aap bhi meri ek condition poori kar do,” she teased back, tracing a finger down her neckline. By evening she showed up at his bungalow in a tight black one-piece dress—thin straps, plunging neckline barely holding her busty boobs. When I crept to the window and watched: she was already on the couch, dress pushed up to her waist, legs spread high as he worshipped her like a starving man. Starting at her feet tongue dragging slow and wet over her painted toes, sucking each one deep into his mouth, licking up her arches, calves, inner thighs, biting softly till she shivered She gasped out saying “Aapki shart toh ab poori ho rahi hai na, sir? Zor se lo… jo commission chahiye, meri geeli choot se le lo!” He growled, gripping her hips harder, pounding deeper. “Haan kutiya, teri tight jawani se poora hissa vasoolunga… raat bhar teri gaand aur chuche dono maarunga!” She gasped, pushing back greedily, “Bas deal pakki kar do… main aapki favorite personal bitch ban jaungi, jab bhi bulana, taiyaar milungi!” He finally exploded inside her, filling her up till it leaked down her thighs. Papers signed, boss thoroughly used and dripping deal sealed in the hottest way possible.

Mr SavageKing

304,466 views • 7 months ago

Today at my colleague’s wedding, I spotted her mother Mrs.Reena Sinha across the hall the same woman I’d fucked years ago during her Ooty trip with her husband. The second our eyes met, that hungry spark ignited again. She gave me that naughty, surprised smile that quickly turned filthy with memories. While everyone was busy showering the new couple with blessings, she quietly signaled me with her eyes and slipped towards the rooms floor behind the stage. I followed discreetly. Most doors were locked… except one the beautifully decorated first-night suite for her daughter and son-in-law, flowers everywhere, bed ready with fresh sheets. I walked in and locked the door. She was already sitting on the edge of the bed, biting her lip. Without a word, she stood up, slowly removed her pallu, letting her heavy breasts strain against her blouse. She walked straight to me, grabbed my collar and kissed me with raw hunger. "Aaj bhi woh Ooty ki raat yaad hai na...?" she whispered hotly between kisses, "Har raat sapne mein teri moti lauda yaad karke chut geeli ho jaati thi... Aaj apni beti ki suhaag raat ki bed pe hi recreate karte hain" She lifted her saree and petticoat in one go, no panties underneath, her mature wet pussy glistening She made my head buried between her legs saying "Chaat na beta… apni aunty ki ras bhari chut ko chaat aur ungli daal andar!" Then she pulled me up, turned around kissed and tasted her pussy juices through my lips, bent over the bridal bed and whispered, "Ab daal de apna mota lund... pel de, zor se! Aaj din mein hi beti ki suhaag raat wali bed me humari suhaag din karte.." We fucked like right there on her daughter’s first-night bed hard, deep, and nasty. Her moans filled the room as I pounded her while her silk saree got crushed and blouse torn open with mangalsutra swinging.
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Today at my colleague’s wedding, I spotted her mother Mrs.Reena Sinha across the hall the same woman I’d fucked years ago during her Ooty trip with her husband. The second our eyes met, that hungry spark ignited again. She gave me that naughty, surprised smile that quickly turned filthy with memories. While everyone was busy showering the new couple with blessings, she quietly signaled me with her eyes and slipped towards the rooms floor behind the stage. I followed discreetly. Most doors were locked… except one the beautifully decorated first-night suite for her daughter and son-in-law, flowers everywhere, bed ready with fresh sheets. I walked in and locked the door. She was already sitting on the edge of the bed, biting her lip. Without a word, she stood up, slowly removed her pallu, letting her heavy breasts strain against her blouse. She walked straight to me, grabbed my collar and kissed me with raw hunger. "Aaj bhi woh Ooty ki raat yaad hai na...?" she whispered hotly between kisses, "Har raat sapne mein teri moti lauda yaad karke chut geeli ho jaati thi... Aaj apni beti ki suhaag raat ki bed pe hi recreate karte hain" She lifted her saree and petticoat in one go, no panties underneath, her mature wet pussy glistening She made my head buried between her legs saying "Chaat na beta… apni aunty ki ras bhari chut ko chaat aur ungli daal andar!" Then she pulled me up, turned around kissed and tasted her pussy juices through my lips, bent over the bridal bed and whispered, "Ab daal de apna mota lund... pel de, zor se! Aaj din mein hi beti ki suhaag raat wali bed me humari suhaag din karte.." We fucked like right there on her daughter’s first-night bed hard, deep, and nasty. Her moans filled the room as I pounded her while her silk saree got crushed and blouse torn open with mangalsutra swinging.

Mr SavageKing

53,945 views • 1 month ago