Adultery An Indian Wedding... <> komaalrani
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Kruti made me wear her jeans. Our heights were same but my hips were plump and with our joint efforts it could go up. With great difficulty it could rise over my pelvic bone and was almost hung there. Kruti opened a button on top and that made it a bit comfortable. However, it did open my front and choot was only a few inches away. Kruti had ensured that I do not wear any panty and so I could feel Jeans rubbing on my chootar. I thought that at least my big voluptuous chuchis should be covered in a bra as tank top was too thin for that. But Kruti will have none of it and I was made to wear my thin tight yellow top just over my boobs. My hard firm proud chuchis were raising their heads and I was looking more provocative than a bay watch girl. Kruti pinched my tit’s very hard and they become steel erect. Now there was a clear invitation, `hey come and squeeze me, written over my boobs”. Top was inadequate to cover my chuchis so to expect it from hiding my flat fair tummy and deep navel was too much. When I looked rear of me in mirror, I was awe struck. Front was nothing. Kruti's jeans were too little for containing my sexy swinging ass. Crack of my chootar was so evident, that even from a distance one can clearly identify it and my being without panty only accentuated it. My long slender legs blooming into heavy hips, every curve and full shape was being shown in that literally hip hugging jean. I picked up a Lycra jacket which again was inadequate but gave me a sense of hiding me. Kruti giggled and said, if I know about Jiju this will not be with you for much time.
 
Kruti wore my pants. And soon there was a knock and Ravi entered. Kruti was going out. He not only brushed and squeezed her young chuchis but as Kruti expected, his adventurous hands ventured into her loose pant from rear, measured heights of her pretty chootar and explored pleasant depths.
 
I hugged Jiju and taunted, `you told mausa ji that you will be coming within half an hour and it has been exact one hour where were you lost kahin meri nanad, Gita aur Guddo ke Bhonsade main dubaki to nahin laga rahe the. But after the last night marathon, I think you must have been drained so it could not have been that. ' When he looked at me he almost fainted. He tried to garb my buttocks but I moved in a flash. We came out but before riding on bike he just removed my Lycra jacket. I pushed out my already hard proud boobs and said, bolo jija main kaisi lagti hun. . He tried to grab my boobs but I rode on the bike and told hey let us start, mausa ji is coming and poor Jiju had to start. I had hugged him from behind and now my tit’s were piercing his back. Jiju had selected a rough rode and my tight jean was biting into my chootar but my bouncing boobs were rubbing against his back too. Iwsa teasing jiju continuously with my remarks about my nands, with my body and he was unable to do anything about it. I touched his front part and bulge in his pant was ominous. I was caressing it appreciatively and jested, I must ask sasu ji that she did chudai with how many horses and donkeys for how long to get a son endowed with such huge Lund. Now Jiju had enough. He told me in no uncertain terms, salli lagta hai kal ka gaand marana bhul gayi aaj aisa gaand marunga ki 2 din tak chal nahi paogi. Bye this time we had arrived at place where reception was arranged. I was ahead and Jija was following me. Showing crack of my gaand and flaunting my chootar, I moved it in big circles, squirming wriggling it. I moved my gaand in nice wide circles and to make, impact clear, using my hands on my ass, I pulled them apart.
 
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An Indian Wedding... <> komaalrani - by usaiha2 - 19-07-2021, 02:54 PM
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