21-03-2023, 11:38 PM
He feels good to fuck such a tight pussy. As Soma's cunt gets wet, he gets proof that Soma is getting pleasure even if she is in pain. Moreover, Dawa is now reckless, he is eager to satisfy the pleasure of fucking a beautiful, so conservative, noble, educated, woman. A watchman is not so lucky. He said---Spread your legs a little. It will be convenient.
Soma did so. He took out his cock and pushed it again and inserted the whole thing in one push. Soma screamed---Oh Ma go!
Dawa said---what happened?
---How brutally you enter this? That hurts.
Dawa said with a smile---So I will not fuck you hard? Fuck slowly like your husband?
---How much do you know about my husband? Soma gets a little angry. Meanwhile, her face was still angry at being hurt.
---Even after all these years of your marriage, your pussy is as tight as a young girl's. If I were in Sab ji's place, I would have made your cunt a "bhosra".
Soma asked curiously---What does 'Bhosra' mean?
Dawa laughed. He said---Nothing. It's a slang.
Soma said shyly---Only dirty talk! But Not a word about your Sab.
Dawa started to fuck her again. Soma's fair legs are spread wide, giving the Dawa sherpa the advantage to fuck harder.
He Twisting both her breasts said---Looking at these two duddu makes me greedy, I can't find peace even if I squeeze and suck and bite.
Soma feels happy, even at this age her breasts are tempting to Dawa. Although her breasts are heavy and plump, but they sag slightly. Dawa Sherpa takes great pleasure in pressing both of these soft tits.
He said----You have the most beautiful breasts, Soma ji. Santu Babu, Antu Babu must have fed a lot of milk?
Dawa is keeping a gap between each strong thrust. Even though they are able to talk in this gap, every time Dawa thrusts deep into Soma's cunt, Soma is shaking with happiness with the intensity of the strong hard thrust.
Soma holds the breast-sucking Dawa's head to her chest. Said---Do you feel good? Dawa ji?
---You are a very soft beautiful woman. I want to spend the rest of my life fucking you like this, Soma ji. You are my sex goddess.
Dawa understood the shyness of Soma, a sweet shy smile on her face. No longer pausing between Dawa's strokes, he wrapped Soma's legs and began to fuck her exposed pussy with machine speed.
Soma's body no longer has the heavy body weight of Dawa. Instead, she finds it difficult to wrap her legs to facilitate to Dawa. He is fucking her like a machine. He is becoming invincible with time. Sweat all over his body, Soma also sweated a little. One is a poor watchman and the other is an upper middle class Bengali educated woman, both of whom are sweating. There is no difference between them. Soma turns away from the Dawa in a lusty, shy way. Dawa Having seen her Madam as a school teacher, a wife and a mother, now he saw Soma's another form. He stares into her sexually excited face with wild lust.
The bed sways awkwardly. It seems that it has become difficult for the bed to handle so much force. Dawa swings his waist and pushes and fucks hard Soma. Sometimes sucking her breasts, sometimes pressing both breasts with his strong hands. Sometimes he rubs his rough face on Soma's fair, spotless cheeks, lips and throat.
The night is growing, Soma's gasps in the hot long fuck and a her very low hum, strong "thap...thap" sound of penetration or the loud "Katch...Katch" sound of the bed can now be heard on the ground floor in the silence of the night. Hoping that the noise wouldn't penetrate the closed doors of the flats above. Now Mr. Subir Mukherjee's wife of seventeen years conjugal life, Mrs. Soma Mukherjee, is being crushed under the body of a huge Gorkha watchman on a dirty bed in the light of a bulb in the watchman's room.
Soma's body suddenly trembled. She knows that even that day Dawa brought her this extreme happiness. Yes, soma is having an orgasm. Dawa realized and stopped. Soma hugged him tighter, their two faces facing each other, close. Now Soma is shedding, her body is shaking from the waist down.
Soma did not notice when the saree fell on the floor. She wearing only petticoat now. Her fair body is completely drenched in sweat. Dawa Sherpa is also drenched in sweat. There is no fan in his room. With that the room is extremely small. They are bathed in sweat in this passionate rough fucking.
Dawa brought his cock out from Soma's pussy. He looked at Soma's vagina being carved by his penis for a long time. She is blushing for looking at her pussy like that. On the other hand, she is quite embarrassed to have an orgasm in front of Dawa ji. Soma's shy smile on her face. She is satisfied, very happy today. But Dawa is not over yet. His huge cock was still erect. Glistening his cock after coming out from Soma's vagina. There is no skin on his cock head. It feels like skin has been loose with a lot of use.
The color of the skin of the Dawa is yellowish like that of the gorkha mountain people, but his penis is black. Veins are visible on his huge penis. Soma started to see it shyly! It will be twice as big as Subir's. Very swollen, just like a horse. Soma herself is surprised, how it was fucking her cunt for so long!
Soma did so. He took out his cock and pushed it again and inserted the whole thing in one push. Soma screamed---Oh Ma go!
Dawa said---what happened?
---How brutally you enter this? That hurts.
Dawa said with a smile---So I will not fuck you hard? Fuck slowly like your husband?
---How much do you know about my husband? Soma gets a little angry. Meanwhile, her face was still angry at being hurt.
---Even after all these years of your marriage, your pussy is as tight as a young girl's. If I were in Sab ji's place, I would have made your cunt a "bhosra".
Soma asked curiously---What does 'Bhosra' mean?
Dawa laughed. He said---Nothing. It's a slang.
Soma said shyly---Only dirty talk! But Not a word about your Sab.
Dawa started to fuck her again. Soma's fair legs are spread wide, giving the Dawa sherpa the advantage to fuck harder.
He Twisting both her breasts said---Looking at these two duddu makes me greedy, I can't find peace even if I squeeze and suck and bite.
Soma feels happy, even at this age her breasts are tempting to Dawa. Although her breasts are heavy and plump, but they sag slightly. Dawa Sherpa takes great pleasure in pressing both of these soft tits.
He said----You have the most beautiful breasts, Soma ji. Santu Babu, Antu Babu must have fed a lot of milk?
Dawa is keeping a gap between each strong thrust. Even though they are able to talk in this gap, every time Dawa thrusts deep into Soma's cunt, Soma is shaking with happiness with the intensity of the strong hard thrust.
Soma holds the breast-sucking Dawa's head to her chest. Said---Do you feel good? Dawa ji?
---You are a very soft beautiful woman. I want to spend the rest of my life fucking you like this, Soma ji. You are my sex goddess.
Dawa understood the shyness of Soma, a sweet shy smile on her face. No longer pausing between Dawa's strokes, he wrapped Soma's legs and began to fuck her exposed pussy with machine speed.
Soma's body no longer has the heavy body weight of Dawa. Instead, she finds it difficult to wrap her legs to facilitate to Dawa. He is fucking her like a machine. He is becoming invincible with time. Sweat all over his body, Soma also sweated a little. One is a poor watchman and the other is an upper middle class Bengali educated woman, both of whom are sweating. There is no difference between them. Soma turns away from the Dawa in a lusty, shy way. Dawa Having seen her Madam as a school teacher, a wife and a mother, now he saw Soma's another form. He stares into her sexually excited face with wild lust.
The bed sways awkwardly. It seems that it has become difficult for the bed to handle so much force. Dawa swings his waist and pushes and fucks hard Soma. Sometimes sucking her breasts, sometimes pressing both breasts with his strong hands. Sometimes he rubs his rough face on Soma's fair, spotless cheeks, lips and throat.
The night is growing, Soma's gasps in the hot long fuck and a her very low hum, strong "thap...thap" sound of penetration or the loud "Katch...Katch" sound of the bed can now be heard on the ground floor in the silence of the night. Hoping that the noise wouldn't penetrate the closed doors of the flats above. Now Mr. Subir Mukherjee's wife of seventeen years conjugal life, Mrs. Soma Mukherjee, is being crushed under the body of a huge Gorkha watchman on a dirty bed in the light of a bulb in the watchman's room.
Soma's body suddenly trembled. She knows that even that day Dawa brought her this extreme happiness. Yes, soma is having an orgasm. Dawa realized and stopped. Soma hugged him tighter, their two faces facing each other, close. Now Soma is shedding, her body is shaking from the waist down.
Soma did not notice when the saree fell on the floor. She wearing only petticoat now. Her fair body is completely drenched in sweat. Dawa Sherpa is also drenched in sweat. There is no fan in his room. With that the room is extremely small. They are bathed in sweat in this passionate rough fucking.
Dawa brought his cock out from Soma's pussy. He looked at Soma's vagina being carved by his penis for a long time. She is blushing for looking at her pussy like that. On the other hand, she is quite embarrassed to have an orgasm in front of Dawa ji. Soma's shy smile on her face. She is satisfied, very happy today. But Dawa is not over yet. His huge cock was still erect. Glistening his cock after coming out from Soma's vagina. There is no skin on his cock head. It feels like skin has been loose with a lot of use.
The color of the skin of the Dawa is yellowish like that of the gorkha mountain people, but his penis is black. Veins are visible on his huge penis. Soma started to see it shyly! It will be twice as big as Subir's. Very swollen, just like a horse. Soma herself is surprised, how it was fucking her cunt for so long!
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